Cigarettes [Mattheo Riddle]

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Blaire was sitting on her bed, writing in a dainty leather-bound journal. Her back was to him, so he approached her quietly.

"Blaire?" He whispered, his warm breath blowing her hair softly as she turned around immediately. Blaire immediately straightened and shook her head. In disbelief, she turned around to face the person she'd been praying for.
Her face lit up, as she glowed like a thousand suns, her under eyes as dark as the midnight sky.
Her bruised eye and damaged body seemed no matter as she flung herself at Mattheo. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pushed him to to the wall.
"Oh-" Mattheo breathed, as he was slammed against the wall, with a very small force, as this beautiful woman dominated him.
"No letters- no calls-" Blaire said through clenched teeth, slapping his cheek. It stung, but Mattheo just smiled slyly. She then turned to her bed and picked up her journal and hit him with it. "I thought you were-" Blaire's eyes glistened with tears of relief and sadness. Blaire stared into Mattheo's dark, despicable eyes. A smirk was plastered on his flawless lips, as his eyes dodged from her browm eyes to her plum-coloured, plump lips.

"It's alright." Mattheo breathed, his warm, cigarette and spearmint-scented breath fanning on her face, as she felt strangely calmed in his presence.

Mattheo slid down the wall and Blaire did too. She straddled him as she cried into his shoulder.
Mattheo entwined his fingers in her brunette curls and stroked her hair comfortingly, as he also stroked her back.

"I'm here. You're in my arms, you're safe." Mattheo whispered into her ear, as she sobbed into his shoulder, relieving her.

"Mattheo, I-"
"I would kiss you, love, but you're in a right state. You have to go downstairs- and we need-"

A banging had started. Somebody was trying to break Blaire's barred window. Blaire went quiet. Her eyebrows tied together in a frown of fear as Mattheo held a long finger to her lips.

"It's just Neville, don't worry." Mattheo said, as her breathing slowed.
"Neville?" Blaire asked, climbing off of Mattheo. She walked cautiously to the wood-covered window.
"Mhm, we're getting you out." Mattheo smiled, as Blaire locked her lips on his unexpectedly. She gave him her all in a matter of seconds. Her lips tasted like honey and tears. 
"You're all I want," Blaire whispered, her legs wrapped around his hips as he felt suddenly alighted. "All I need, all I desire-"
Mattheo cut her off with a harsh kiss. His tongue entered her mouth slyly as Blaire let out a light gasp.
"Fuck." He groaned, as he pulled her tighter against his warm, slender body.

His lips trailed down her face, planting delicate kisses that flourished like blossoming petals on her face. He then kissed her jawline, as she smiled in a strange relief, as Mattheo felt accomplished. He knew he was good, irresistible.
Mattheo kissed her lips a last time as he pulled himself away all of a sudden.

"We need to go, love." Mattheo said, his breathing fast as he lay against the wall.

Blaire sat up, and flattened her curls. "Yeah, I know. Let's get out of this shit hole, hm?"
"After you." Mattheo stood up, as he walked over to her window. "Bombardo!" He cast, as the wood broke away.

"I'll get in trouble, Riddle. That's stupid, why are you doing-"
"Will you shut up?" Mattheo groaned, as he walked over to her and slid an arm under her knees and the other arm around her back. He lifted her up in his arms, as he carried her to the window.

"What? You can't throw me-!" Blaire screamed, as Mattheo threw her out the window. He laughed as she fell onto a giant bubble Luna had cast. She bounced off and landed in Blaise's arms.
"You alright, Blaire?"
"Yeah, whatever." She said, her heart pounding against her chest with adrenaline. She took a deep breath and brushed herself off. Turning around, she saw everyone smiling at her.
"How are you all?" She asked lightly, as she tried to flatten her curls.