Alternate Universe FanFic. Borrowing the characters from ADOW to create my own new story with a completely different plot, and events. Canon couples and always Matthew/Diana HEA.
Summary: Diana lives in New York and works at her local hot spot Diner, and after numerous failed first dates, decides to forgo the dating scene for a while. That is until a rather attractive construction worker named Matthew Clairmont walks into The Diner and catches her eye. He becomes a welcome regular among all the staff, especially Diana.
NOTE: Thanks to Shawna for her editing help, suggestions and ideas!
DISCLAIMER: All rights to Deborah Harkness. Just borrowing the characters.
THE DINER
By Goode Girl
CHAPTER TWENTY- THREE
~TD~Diana~TD~
I was curled up in bed with Matthew. The early morning sun was peeking through the subtle cracks of the blinds, casting a soft light over his sleeping face. My gaze moved along his features, and I pushed a hand through his messy hair. He unconsciously nuzzled into my hand while he still slept, pulling me just a little closer with the arm resting under my neck.
My thoughts trailed back our conversation from a few evenings ago when we had both chosen to put Philippe on the back burner; because nothing he had to say in regards to our relationship was going to change the path we were on. Matthew asked him for space and if he really needed something, he could call; but we weren't keen on him just showing up unannounced.
I could feel Matthew's chest rise and fall with each breath, as my head rested on his chest, my arm around his waist. Lifting my head slightly, I took in his naked, sleeping form. Carefully extracting myself from his embrace, I rested my head on my arm and careful not to wake him; slowly pushed the blankets back to view him in all his glory. Even in its flaccid state, his penis was rather impressive. He shifted suddenly and my gaze moved to his face to see if he had woken. He relaxed again and still seemed to be asleep. I bit my lip in anticipation while moving my hand over his hip. I gently traced my fingers over his cock and watched with rapt attention as it hardened slightly. Gripping him in my hand, I stroked gently as he grew even more until he was fully erect.
He was still asleep, as his breaths were deep and even. I slithered down beside him before taking the head of his cock between my lips, sucking gently. Matthew moaned, deep in his chest and I smiled to myself with pride, that I could evoke such a reaction from him while he slept.
"Hmmmm…." He groaned, and the shift in his breathing told me he was awake.
"Good morning." I smiled, tracing the contours of his member with my tongue.
"Fuck, what are you doing to me?" He smiled sleepily, as his eyes met mine before he flopped his head back onto the pillow.
"I wanted to taste you, so I am." I smiled, taking him back between my lips and sucking enthusiastically.
"I'm so close, Love." He panted, as his hands tangled into my already messy hair.
I hummed around his cock as his hips thrust up gently to meet me and within moments, I was swallowing his release.
"That was fucking phenomenal." He smiled, pulling me up into his arms. "Good morning." He smiled, when I was in his arms once more. "Let me return the favour." He cajoled, flipping me onto my back.
I giggled, as his lips moulded over a nipple, and my giggle turned into a moan as he lapped at the hardened peak with his tongue.
"Matthew," I moaned, as his hands cupped my breasts as his thumbs massaged my hardened peaks.
"Taste me," I whispered, as his eyes met mine while he slithered down my body. My legs spread for him automatically as he settled between my thighs.
I could feel his breath on my sex, and he smiled devilishly before smelling my arousal.
"Damn, you're so wet for me, Love." He crooned, bending his head even closer.
My back arched, eyes closed and breathing came out in staccato pants as his tongue flicked over my engorged clit. He hummed and I could feel the vibration against my folds as he slid a few fingers barely past the threshold, teasing me by not quite fingering me. Just the tips played with my lips as his tongue laved at my nub.
"Oh, oh, Matthew, yes!" I called, as a shudder ran through me. "I'm coming." I panted as his fingers entered me fully, fucking me into my release.
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Later that morning, I was in our now shared home office completing some new edits on my thesis. I presented it last week to my thesis advisor as a 'dry run' for when I would present it to the committee. Because of my previous schooling, I had an almost complete thesis so even though it would typically be presented at the end of this quarter when I would graduate, I was finished early. It was the beginning of August and I was able to start online classes, which made completing course work easier.
Matthew had to be on the work site today to make sure things were going as intended. Other than school and work, Chris would be moving soon, and I had plans to talk to Amira about hosting a going away party next weekend at the Diner. Today though, I would meet Matthew at the Diner prior to the start of my shift at 1:00PM, so we could have lunch together.
Once I saved my recent edits, I closed up my laptop, and got ready for work.
~TD~Matthew~TD~
"That looks good, alright guys, keep it up!" I hollered, as the crews returned to work.
"How come you're not out here with us?" Gallowglass teased.
"I have to make some more plans for the construction, but after lunch I will be, I promise!" I smiled as he waved me off.
Hamish and I watched Gallowglass walk off to his designated work crew, before we secluded ourselves in the office to go over the plan for the week. We were already ahead of schedule by two weeks. The original plans that Peter Knox had done would have required a three-year building plan. My plans however, only required a year to 18 months, if the weather cooperated.
"These plans, Matt. They're perfect." Hamish complimented
"I don't know about perfect." I smiled. "But definitely a huge step up from Knox's disaster." I added, as the alarm sounded signalling the break for lunch.
"Either way, they're a lot more pleasing to the eye, and aesthetically will look fabulous when complete." He added.
"As long as Gerbert is happy with them, that's all I care about." I smiled. "Anyway, I have plans -," Hamish cut me off.
"Yeah, yeah, go meet your diner girl," He teased.
"Diner fiancée now." I corrected with a smile as we parted ways.
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Walking down the block to the Diner, I walked in to see Diana grabbing drinks. With the warmer weather of August, her attire went from jeans and sweaters, to capri's and t-shirts, at least for work. I very much appreciated the new views this allowed me as she moved around the counter. My eyes travelled along her form and the way her breasts bounced gently with each step. My hands traced my lips, checking for drool as I smiled slightly. I bit my lip while sticking my hands in my pockets to prevent myself from copping a feel. She noticed me watching and signalled to a booth and I headed over. She set a coffee down for me and an iced tea for herself.
"Hi, Love," I greeted, kissing her sweetly, my hands cupping her ass and squeezing gently. She blushed slightly at the eyes on us from other patrons, while we took our seats.
"How's the hotel coming?" She posed, her lips wrapping around the straw in her cup.
"We're ahead of schedule. Thankfully." I smiled, sipping from my coffee.
We had simple conversation before Amira traipsed over to take our order, but before she could leave, Diana posed a question.
"Amira, I wanted to ask a favour." She started meekly.
"Of course, dear, what is it?" She queried, looking back and forth between the two of us, as if I had the answer.
"I wanted to know if next Saturday, we could have a small party for Chris?" She began. "He's moving in two weeks for school and I wanted to give him a little send off." She smiled.
"I'd be happy to have a little something. We usually close up at 10:00PM, so we can plan to start at 9:00PM." She agreed.
"Perfect, thank you, we can discuss details and decorations during my shift." She smiled happily.
Once we'd finished lunch, Diana kissed me goodbye before heading back to get her apron and order pad. With only a few minutes to spare, I pulled Amira into my confidence.
"Don't tell me, you want to do something for her birthday don't you?" She smiled, calling me out on my plans.
"I do, basically, switch Saturday to Friday night, only don't tell her." I started. "She will think I'm bringing her here Friday to finalize details for Saturday and Chris will know it will be a party for Diana, but it will a joint party for both of them at the same time." I smiled.
"You're a sneaky bugger!" She laughed. "But that works for me!" She added, patting my cheek affectionately. With the plans set for Friday, August 14th, I headed back up to the construction site.
Diana's birthday was the 13th, and I would still do a little something for her at home, but she won't know about the surprise party. The other surprise would be even more of a reveal.
I'd already contacted Sarah and Emily about coming up for a weekend and they would arrive Friday afternoon for the party that evening. Diana was not aware of this surprise, so Sarah and Emily would stay in a nearby hotel, and I would foot the bill. Including the extra cost for them to have Tabitha.
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Our life was coming together nicely. Work was amazing and with Diana graduating just before Christmas, I was hoping she wouldn't' have too much of a struggle finding work that was more fulfilling for her, rather than her filling peoples orders.
The completion date for the house was set for the end of October, and we were planning to move in by November. Which meant we were also packing again. The last item on our 'life to-do list', was the plans to get pregnant.
~TD~
Matthew was ecstatic that Diana was so eager to start their family and had suggested she might try ovulation tests in order to determine her best probable times to conceive. It hadn't been too long since she stopped her birth control, and it might not happen right away, but they were hopeful that their extra tests would increase their chances.
After a long day of both work and school, they enjoyed a quiet dinner. Matthew insisted on cleaning up while she secreted away to the bathroom to take her ovulation test. Matthew had told her if it was a good time, no matter what he was doing, they would try.
It's not like they didn't have a healthy sex life, they did. But during ovulation, her chances were better. After the strip test for her luteinizing hormone, it revealed it was at a high level signalling she'd have a better probability of conceiving for the next twelve to thirty-six hours.
With a bounce in her step, she headed back into the bedroom to see her tall, hot fiancé had not come to bed yet. Securing her thigh-length silk robe around her body, she traipsed down the hall in search of him.
"Matthew!" She hollered. "I'm ovulating!" She added with a giggle. She stopped abruptly when she noted Ysabeau was in the kitchen with Matthew. He was smiling wide at Diana as he stood there in only in a pair of sleep pants while Ysabeau eyed her with a raised eyebrow, and small smirk on her face.
"Well, I'll let you get back to things then!" She smiled, with a wink Diana's way. "Thank you for indulging my unannounced visit." She added, looking to Matthew and kissing his cheek. "Diana," She politely greeted, making her exit.
"I can't believe I just did that." Diana called in embarrassment as Matthew locked the door after Ysabeau's departure.
"Well now she knows we're trying." He smiled, leaning down to kiss her cheek adoringly.
"What did she need?" Diana posed as Matthew took her hand and led her back to the bedroom.
"Dad isn't staying at a hotel but with her, and she wants to know if we'll do a family dinner." Matthew relayed, sitting on the edge of the bed. Pulling Diana closer, he undid the tie to her robe and pushed it off her shoulders. The silky fabric brushed along her backside as it fluttered to the floor. "She basically told him off, and this is his chance to not be an asshole." Matthew added as Diana wound her arms over his shoulders as she straddled his lap.
"I guess so, but if he starts up again, I won't hesitate to leave." She concluded, her gaze meeting his.
"I won't stand for it, Mon Coeur." He comforted, his lips skimming her naked torso.
"Well, something else is standing." She giggled, palming his growing erection with one hand, as her other hand moved to the elastic waistband of his sleep pants.
Pushing the offending fabric passed his hips, Matthew lay back on the bed as she guided his cock inside of her. Pressing her hands to his chest for balance, she started rotating her hips over his. Matthew's hands gripped her ass, guiding her over him.
They kept this up for a little while before Matthew spoke, "Get on your back for me, Love." He posed, as she moved off of him.
Matthew kicked his sleep pants off to the side, and pulled a pillow over, placing it under Diana's ass. Kneeling on the bed before her, he pulled her legs over his shoulders as he entered her. His head tilted back at the feel of her surrounding him.
"I love how you feel around me, fuck." He murmured, his hips moving at a fast pace.
Matthew watched as Diana cupped her breasts, pulling at her nipples before trailing one hand lower to run her fingers over her clit.
"Matthew, harder." She panted. "I'm so close." She added as he lowered one leg.
He pulled out of her warm sex, rubbing the head of his cock over her clit for a few moments. She gripped his length, pumping him a few times. He moved the head of his cock over her clit again, before pushing back inside of her.
"Ugh…" She moaned, as he moved her legs around his hips while lowering himself over her.
"Come for me, Love." He crooned, fastening his lips to hers seductively and supporting his weight on his hands.
Slowly, and assuredly he captured her top lip between his as his tongue teased at her lips. She opened willingly as their tongues mimicked the movements of their hips.
"Yes!" She shouted suddenly breaking their kiss. Her body arching up into him as the orgasm washed over her in shuddering waves as her hands skimmed along his back until they reached his ass. She pulled him into her as far as he could go.
"That's my girl," He smiled as his hips stilled, allowing him to feel her walls fluttering around his cock. "I'm gonna come." He panted, slowly moving his hips once more. Before moving desperately inside her, seeking his own release.
"Gahhh…." He groaned, as his thrusts slowed. He rode out his orgasm, pumping slowly a few more times before slipping his now softening cock from her sex.
"I need to lay here for a bit, let it take hold as it were." Diana informed shyly.
Matthew lay down beside her and leaned over to kiss her sweetly. "I love you." He smiled, tugging her into his arms.
"I love you too." She smiled, turning her head to face him, while holding her knees to her chest.
They lay in amicable silence for short while, just enjoying being together before Diana spoke. "So," She began. "When is this dinner with Ysabeau and Philippe supposed to happen?" She posed, as they lay together in their hopeful baby making, post-coital bliss.
"Mom wants to host the dinner on Sunday, following Chris' party the night before." He relayed.
"Are we having it at Ysabeau's or at a restaurant?" Diana queried, biting her lip nervously. "I mean I feel like I could be cornered at Ysabeau's." She admitted.
"That is undecided at this time." He informed. "My father is…complicated." Matthew explained. "He's rigid and set in his ways and some would he is rather old-school." He added.
"Old-school how?" Diana prodded.
"One of the reasons he and my mom split was her independence. She wanted a career and he was of the mind that a woman's place was in the home." He offered, turning on his side and resting his head on his hand in support. While the other hand moved over her ass suggestively.
"I'm guessing that topic built up between them then, until she couldn't take it anymore." Diana hypothesized, reaching down to take the hand on her ass, and hold it in her own.
"Correct." Matthew confirmed, his thumb rubbing along her palm. "He has no choice but to accept it now, but he's never remarried and neither has mom. Not really sure if it's because they haven't met anyone, or if it's because…" Matthew trailed off.
"They're still in love with one another!" Diana announced in surprise, her eyes meeting his.
"That's what I've concluded. I mean I've never seen or heard of either of them dating since their divorce." Matthew stated.
"That's just sorta sad, it's like they're still married in their hearts, just not on paper." Diana added, her eyes meeting his once more.
"Well, I guess you can see why I still butt heads with him. He likes order and control and when someone challenges that…" he trailed off.
"He pushes back, and essentially pushes that person away." She finished for him.
"Precisely." He affirmed. "But he has no say in our future, Diana." He comforted. "I'm a fucking adult and I decide my future." He stated. "WE," he amended. ", decide our future." He finalized.
She smiled at him, finally turning her body towards his and cupping his cheeks in her hands. "You're everything Matthew." She confessed, pressing her lips to his adoringly.
They cuddled together on the bed when Matthew pulled back slightly to meet her eyes.
"He's not a bad man, he's just unwilling to change his beliefs." He relayed.
"And he's entitled to those beliefs. They are his. But don't fucking force them on other people." She replied in agitation.
He smiled at her. "I love when you get fired up like that." He began, kissing her cheek rather loudly. "And I agree. I don't care what he chooses to believe, just keep it to himself." He concluded, kissing her pouted lips next.
"What was he like growing up?" Diana began. "I mean, clearly you don't believe in the things he does, but did he try to get you to?" She added.
"There is something about my childhood that I've not mentioned before, and it's not like I'm hiding it, but at this point in my life, it just doesn't seem to matter." He rattled off, climbing from the bed suddenly.
Matthew retrieved her silk robe, before reaching for her hand. Diana finally climbed from the bed as he helped her put on her robe before pulling his sleep pants back on. Leading her back into the kitchen, he grabbed the wine from dinner and poured himself a glass. Diana wasn't going to be imbibing in any alcohol while trying to get pregnant, and filled a wine glass with water before joining him on the couch.
"Ysabeau and Philippe are not my biological parents." He stated, and Diana gasped in surprise.
"Then, how did they become your parents?" She posed. "And what happened to your parents?" She queried in surprise.
They got more comfortable on the couch, with Diana sitting next to Matthew, her legs tucked underneath her, his arm along the back of the couch behind her. Matthew relayed the only information he'd ever learned about his history. His biological parents died shortly after his birth in a house fire. There was an extensive search but without any living family to be found, he was put up for adoption. Ysabeau and Philippe adopted him when he was almost ten months old.
They told him of his adoption when he was sixteen, and Philippe had even hired a private detective to see if they could find out any new information. The only thing they could glean was that they had died in a fire, which is what the foster family was told. When Ysabeau and Philippe first met with an adoption agency, they went through all the necessary processes before being placed on a list. They were contacted only a month after the fire that killed Matthew's parents and they raised him as their own.
"I'm sorry you weren't able to learn more about them." Diana comforted, smiling shyly.
"I don't know what it would do if I did learn anything though." He admitted.
"If you could learn something though, would you want to?" Diana posed, an idea forming in head.
"I guess it would depend on what that information was." He replied.
"What do you mean?" She queried, setting her empty glass down.
"Well, if it was discovered they were criminals or something, I don't think I'd want to know." He clarified.
"I can understand that, but…" She started.
"But what?" He prodded.
"What if there is something else out there, like even a place where you could visit them, say something, closure in some way." She prattled off.
"We don't even know where they're buried. I assumed it was in England, as that's where I was adopted, but with no living relatives, who knows."
"I can't help but be intrigued because of the history involved, and I don't want to overstep, but…" She trailed of.
"What is it, Mon Coeur?" He urged, linking their hands together.
"Would you object to me doing my own historical research? Seeing if I can come up with anything?" She offered nervously, biting at her lip.
He smiled at her, tilting his head. "You really want to look into this?" He questioned in wonder.
"I do, really." She smiled.
"Aren't you full of surprises." He added.
"That's the historian in me." She finalized, moving to straddle his lap.
"I love you, and I would love it if you indulged me by doing some research into anything you can." He clarified.
"I love you and I think it's worth a try. Plus, I really hope you just got me pregnant!" She squealed, giggling at the look of amazement on his face.
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