Evie twirled the ring on her finger when talking to Josh, laughing with him. It's been 5 weeks since she left LA, left Matthew behind, and went to London. 5 weeks. Things sure have changed in those 5 weeks. One thing that didn’t change though, was the grasp he had on her. Was the fact that the second he went into a room, her breath would hitch in her throat and her stomach would do flips, her heart would falter – just like in those sappy dumb movies.

Josh took it upon himself to host a party in his house, gathering the cast members that could've made it. Evie gladly accepted the invite, if anything, this was a chance to see Matt and maybe, just maybe work out the courage to talk to him.

The second he entered the room his face lit up seeing her. He approached Josh and her and hugged the both of them.

"Evangeline…" he said warningly.

"An engagement ring." She confessed, escaping his eyes.

"Right." He said silently and exited the room.

"Matthew…" she called after him, leaving the room as well.

Michael Johns & American Idol

01. 02. 03.
04. 05. 06.
07. 08. 09.
10. 11. 12.
13. 14. 15.
16. 17. 18.
19. 20. 21.

Iker Casillas

01. 02. 03.
04. 05. 06.
07. 08. 09.
10. 11. 12.
13. 14. 15.

Tennis (A-Rod, Novak Djokovic, Marat Safin)

01. 02. 03.
04. 05. 06.
07. 08. 09.
10. 11. 12.
13. 14. 15.
16. 17. 18.

They stood in front of her door step, his hands on her face, his thumbs stroking her cheeks, moving up to her temples and back down to her jaw. His forehead was pressed against hers and she could hear him chuckle a bit, a smile gracing his features. He leaned in and kissed her, sweetly, gently, his mouth stroking her own, his hands never leaving her face. When they pulled away, she instinctively leaned in for more, and he allowed it to her. He kissed her again, and again, before finally pulling away and leaving.

"It's Britney, bitch." Her cell phone spoke up.

She shook her head, letting the memory of her and Matthew's goodbye leave her mind. Her cell phone let her know she had a new text message, since that was the tone she picked for it. It made her laugh, hearing "it's Britney, bitch." whenever she got a message. Of course, this was just one of the many things that caused Matthew to shake his head disapprovingly at her weird behavior.

She picked her phone up and grinned. It read 'NEW TEXT MESSAGE: FOXY' and she immediately pressed 'READ'.

Miss you.

She sighed and felt the blush in her cheeks rise. She pressed 'DIAL SENDER', assuming he was alone if he could send this sort of message.

"Hey honey." He answered and her heart fluttered. This was the first time she heard him refer to her as something other than her name or nicknames.

"Hey Foxy baby." She smiled against the phone.

"Foxy baby," he chuckled, "I like that. How have you been?"

"Bored to death. And yourself?" she asked.

"Pretty much the same. I, uh… I'm coming to LA tomorrow." He said.

"You are? That's brilliant! I still have 2 more days here!" she answered excitedly.

"Yeah, I shifted some things …" he said.

"Great! I'm at the Chateau Marmont, you should drop by." She answered suggestively.

"The Chateau Marmont, huh?" he chuckled, "with Lindsay Lohan and Britney Spears?"

"You know about Britney Spears and Lindsay Lohan at your age?" she teased.

"Eve…" he started seriously, "I'm not coming alone."

"Oh." She silenced immediately.

"I'm sorry, I probably should've mentioned that beforehand…" he said guiltily.

"No, don’t be ridiculous. You don’t owe me anything, right?" she reminded him.

"Right." He said sullenly, "I, uh… I'll call you when I get here. Maybe we could get together for lunch or something."

"Ok, great." She said trying to sound cheery.

"We'll talk soon." He promised and they hung up.

I'm so happy I can be as much anti-real people as I want here. I HATE DOMINIC MONAGHAN! Hideous hobbit. Seriously, Evangeline Lilly could've and should've done SO MUCH BETTER than him. Ugh, seriously you're [reportedly] engaged to that?!



Back to Mavie...


Evangeline woke up when Matthew ran his hand up and down her forearm. He was spooning her so her back was pressed against his stomach, and when she came to, she immediately turned to face him.

"Hey…" he whispered when she kissed his neck."Did you sleep ok?"

"Mmm… perfect." She purred, running her hands up his bare chest.

He stroked her hair, his fingers soft and light against her skin and even in the dark room she could see him watching her.

"I'm really glad you came. For whatever reason." She said stroking his cheek.

"It's just that, I got back home and tried to go back to sleep. And couldn't. And then I tired to nap before the flight. And couldn’t. And I think maybe the reason is you." He explained.

She laughed in respond and kissed him softly.

"I'm glad I keep you up." She said amused and he chuckled before leaning in and kissing her fervently.

She moaned against his lips, surprised by his passion and he propped himself up on one elbow, pinning her down beneath him. Her hands roamed his chest and then eventually settled around his neck, pulling him as close as possible to her.

"Oh, shit!" she suddenly called, pushing him away. He watched her stunned and bemused as she jumped off the bed and ran to the hallway.

"Wh… Evie, what the hell was that?" he called after her.

A few seconds later she came back to the bedroom, cell phone in hand and flopped on the bed next to him.

"Shit, shit, shit…" she muttered.

"What is it?" he asked worried.

"21 missed calls, 17 from Elizabeth." She said to him and then turned to her phone again. "I'm so, so, so, so, so sorry!"

Matthew couldn’t help but laugh and she put her hand against his mouth, silencing him.

"I know," she continued, "I know, I know, I'm really sorry. Something important… came up."

He raised his eyebrows and she deliberately looked away 'cause she knew she'd laugh also.

"OK, I promise. Alright." She said laughing, "I'll call you tomorrow, I'm sorry! Bye Lizzie."

She hung up and put her cell phone on the nightstand before turning to him.

"Oh, you are trouble mister." She said sternly and he burst out laughing, holding her chin and kissing her.

"What time is your flight?" he asked between kisses.

"Soon." She mumbled back.

"Noon? Well that leaves us plenty of time…"

"Soon, not noon!" she giggled against his mouth. "When are you coming to LA?"

"May 18^th." He answered stroking her face.

"Fuck. I leave on the 17^th." She pouted. "You sure you can't…?"

"No, I have to be in Cannes. And uh, Italy." He mumbled all of a sudden more distant. "Uh, couldn’t you extend your stay in LA?"

"No, I have prior engagement in uh, in London." She mumbled lowering her sight.

"London?" he asked surprised. "Does this have anything to do with Dom?"

"Yeah." She bit her lip still not facing him.

"Oh." He said disappointed.

"It's this family thing he has… he asked me to be there." She explained.

"Uh-huh, sure." He nodded.

"Matt, we've been together for a long time, his family knows me and we are on very good terms…"

"It's ok, really. You don’t owe me anything." He smiled. "We'll uh, we'll find a way."

"Yeah…" she answered glumly.

Good ol' writer block creeped in... sorry about that.
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It was 18:30 when she decided she can't stay in her house. Everything smelled of him, reminded her of him, and she couldn’t stop remembering the way she acted. She'd hoped the hangover would wash her memory away, but it only made it more painful.

So she called Elizabeth, asking her if she would want to meet up for coffee or something. Elizabeth had replied that she was just about to go meet Rebecca and that she should join them. Finally, she could get her mind off Matthew. She really didn’t want to over think that night, sometimes you get drunk and say stupid things, that's normal. But the way he reacted was what caught her off guard. He basically told her that if he weren’t married, they'd be together.

She felt a surge of butterflies going through her stomach when she remembered that. She could've had Matthew.

She sighed shaking her head. She decided to not think about it, right?

She grabbed her purse from the end table and looked in the mirror above it before opening her front door.

Her heart leapt and she physically took a step back when she saw Matthew standing in front of her, his hand raised to knock on her door.

"Matthew…" she gasped.

"Is this a bad time?" he asked.

"I, uh… well, I… I was just about to go meet Lizzie and Becky." She stuttered.

"I won't bother you, I just have one thing to ask." He said stepping inside.

She put her purse back on the end table and took a step back as he stepped closer to her.

"What is it?" she asked weakly.

"Those things you said last night," he sighed, "the way you said it, the way you acted… why now? What's changed?"

She looked away, taking a deep breath. She really didn’t want to answer it, but it didn’t seem like he would give her a choice. She didn’t understand what good it could possibly do, he was married and whatever answer she'd give him won't change that. Nothing could ever happen between them, not in this life time.

Matthew wasn’t like that, he loved his family too much.

"I… I, I just… I don’t know, the season ended, and… and you know, this season was different for… us." She glimpsed at him and he nodded reassuringly, urging her to go on. "And, I don’t know. I suppose… I suppose all of a sudden, the thought of not seeing you, not being near you for 6 months was too much to handle."

What scared her the most wasn’t what she said. It was his look. She's known him for 4 years, worked with him almost every day for 8 months a year. She's seen him act, seen him being himself, she's seen almost every look he had. But this one, she didn’t recognize.

However, before she could interpret his look, if it was good or bad – he cupped her face in his big hands, and took a step closer, covering her mouth with his, taking her breath away.  

Then again, life can surprise you.

She pulled away when the need for air became too much and panted against his mouth.

"What about your flight?" she asked dazed.

"I missed it." He simply answered huskily before kissing her again.

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Well it wasn't really a Jinale this season, but we still got some nice moments. Please comment if snagging!
[01-13] Jate, season 4 finale
[14-22] Michael Johns, from the David Foster show in Las Vegas, May 23rd.
[23-24] David Boreanaz & Emily Deschanel

   
   
   
   
   
   

It's the end of a wonderful season [minus the whole 'let's-eliminate-the-only-worthy-singer/hunk-at-top-8-shock-elimination-bullshit'] so I made some finale icons. Congratulations David Cook [I suppose], Michael and Carly - you were the real stars of the season for me, and I will definitely keep following you [so keep an eye in the street for crazy stalkers LOL heh, if only. I don't even live in the US].

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Matthew knew he has nothing to worry about. The season finale party was held at one of the producers house, for the cast and crew only, no spouses. He knew Josh or anyone else wouldn’t question the fact Evangeline grabbed the back of his neck and seemed closer than ever to him. He knew no one would say anything about how close they looked, simply because everyone were like that always, and also – they were all pretty hammered.

"Where's your key?" he asked Evangeline as they arrived her front door.
"What key?" she asked, looking at him not understanding.
"The key to your house, Evangeline." He sighed, beginning to feel annoyed.
"I own a house?" she asked confused.
"No, you rent one. Give me your purse." He muttered reaching for her bag.
"You can't take my purse!" she started giggling all of a sudden, "That's very rude of you."

He looked at her captivated as she fumbled through her purse looking for the keys.

"I believe this is what you were looking for." She dangled the keys in front of his eyes.
"Yes, thank you." He reached for the keys, and rolled his eyes as she teased him, not giving it to him.
"I can do this by myself, I swear. I actually opened this door a lot of times before." She said.
"Yeah, only this time we'd be here for hours…" he muttered.

He was surprised when she unlocked the door almost immediately and put his hand on the small of her back, gently pushing her in. Once inside, she threw the purse on the end table and started wobbling towards her bedroom, with Matthew uncomfortably following. She opened the door to her room and immediately fell on the bed. Matthew stood at her bedroom doorstep watching her as she adjusted her body to the mattress, lying her head on the pillow. He approached closer to her as she simply watched him and sat next to her on the edge of the bed.

"Why won't the room stop spinning?" she asked, putting her hand on his chest.
"Well," he started taking her hand in his, "that'd be because of Mr. Yegermaister and Mr. J&B."
"I think I had some tequila also…" she smiled faintly.

He laughed and she beamed. She released her hand from his grip and stroked his cheek.

"You really did mature beautifully." She whispered seriously. He turned his mouth to her palm and sighed against it, not knowing what to do.
"I think you should try and get some sleep." He said huskily.
"Will you stay with me?" she asked.
"I, uh… can't." he said looking away, "I have to get home."
"Matthew, your wife and kids are in Italy, why do you have to get back home?" she asked in a clarity that surprised him.
"I just can't." he simply answered.
"Ok." She nodded.

She took her hand off his face and turned to her side, resting her cheek on her palm. He rose from his seat and walked to her doorway, waiting there until he made sure she fell asleep. 

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Chemical Wonder

"Trying to drink our body weight, Lilly?" Matthew asked jokingly, nudging Evangeline's side.

"Sure. Care to chip in a few pounds?" she asked, grabbing the collar of his shirt.

He giggled, that adorable giggle of his that made her melt and want to scream for not finding him first, and grabbed a shot filling it with vodka.

"Eww, vodka?" she asked, obviously disgusted, "have you no standards?"

"Have you?" he asked after downing the shot, "I'm surprised you can even identify things at your current state."

"Don’t tell this to anyone," she started, tiptoeing so she was face to face with him, her breath hitting his chin, "but I like kissing you the best."

"What?" he asked dumbfounded.

"Kissing. I like it more when I do it with you." She stated innocently.

"Ok…" he answered feeling uncomfortable.

"And I swear to God," she didn’t let go, grabbing the back of his head, "if you weren’t already married, I wouldn’t take no for an answer."

"I'm not so sure I would've said no." he whispered huskily and instantly regretted it.

She wasn’t even taken aback by his response. She simply licked her lips as her eyes shifted from his eyes to his mouth.

"Evie…" he sighed, "Let's go get you some coffee."

I'm sorry it was so short, I already wrote some more, I'll post it soon :) please comment!