Dusk and Desire - A Mattheo Riddle Story

The Best Kind of Challenge

"What's wrong with him?" a hushed voice from across the room asked.

"Cara mia, what isn't wrong with him?" his dipshit best friend replied. "I don't think we have enough time in the world to start listing it all out."

"Theo, don't be mean! You remember what it was like to be heartbroken."

"Actually, I prefer to forget that time and never think about it again."

Mattheo was in the middle of pacing a hole in his bedroom floor while Theo and Aria were lovey-dovey on the lad's bed.  Merlin, how long did it take someone to look at a bloody broomstick? It'd been over an hour since he told her he had something waiting in her room for her. It looked like she and Aditi were almost done eating so he thought she would have been here by now. Unless... unless she saw the Firebolt and didn't care. Unless his grand gesture was actually meaningless. Nora wouldn't be that mean— Nope. She would be. 

He ran his hands through his hair for the umpteenth time, part of him still holding out hope but another, growing part starting to think that Nora would never forgive him. A loud bang sounded from the bedroom door. "Merlin, who the fuck is knocking like that?" Theo asked as he wrapped his arms around his girlfriend and pulled her closely.

Mattheo wanted to believe it was Nora but the knock was hard. It was probably Enzo or Draco needing something. He sighed, only to be interrupted by another knock. "Fuck! I'm coming!" he yelled. "Don't take out the damn door..."

But his words, just like the breath inside of lungs, went away at the sight of Nora Rosier standing on the other side of the door, cheeks flushed and eyes bright. "Nora," he breathed because she was still the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. "Hi, princess."

She smiled. It was the closest thing to pure happiness he'd ever seen. "Hi, Matty."

Matty. Oh, how he longed to hear that name again, to see her standing in his doorway, to feel—

Pain burst from the center of his face. "Fuck, Nora! Did you just punch me?" he exclaimed, holding his nose and praying it wouldn't bleed. Thankfully, they seemed safe.

"That's for making a bet about me." She punched him again, this time only harder. He had to duck just so she wouldn't hit his nose again, grazing his cheekbone instead. "And that's for breaking my heart." 

Nora raised her hand and Mattheo flinched, ready for her to hit him again, only for her to grab him by the front of his shirt and pull him into the deepest, most breathtaking kiss he'd ever had. His tongue entered her mouth and his hands wrapped around her waist (and, okay, maybe one of them rested on her ass). She tasted like spearmint and coffee and new beginnings. She tasted like the start of his forever.

"And that," Nora whispered, kissing him again, "is for making me love you."

"I love you too, Nor," Mattheo murmured, grabbing her again and pulling her in for another heart-stopping kiss. His hands ran down the length of her body, lingering at the boobs he'd missed so much. His tongue made promises of the way he'd worship her tonight, his member pressing into her reminded her of how much he craved her. 

She responded instantly, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him close. It took only a few seconds for Nora's legs to be wrapped around her waist as he used this position as an excuse to grab her ass. She was practically climbing him like a tree—which seemed fitting considering his wood was rock hard.

"Theo?" Mattheo asked in between kisses.

"Yeah, mate?"

"Remember when I walked in on you and your girlfriend fucking?"