Author's Note: Based on the visitors to the story, it looks like some might have missed chapters 4 and 5, and just jumped to 6. I posted three chapters in one day.
Thanks for reading and I hope you're enjoying but I've no idea what anyone actually thinks! LoL
This is the first chapter where more explicit sexual content occurs. Be warned if that's not your thing.
Diana and Matthew meet at Oxford as Diana returns to teach history and research manuscripts at the Bodleian for a new book. Jealousy and mystery hinder their romance but their desire is made real. (All Human) NO VAMPIRES/NO WITCHES/NO DAEMONS. First story in a few years. Keeping it simpler by not adding the supernatural aspect.
Desire Made Real
By Goode Girl
DISCLAIMER: All rights to Deborah Harkness. Just borrowing the characters.
Chapter | EIGHT
Matthew had to half carry me up the stairs to his rooms. I was so tired of crazy bitches trying to take what was mine. Not that he wasn't his own person, but they were bat-shit crazy. The police had to literally carry Juliette away, she was yelling for Matthew and he just shook his head at her behaviour. He turned to me, cupped my face and asked if I was okay. Thankfully, She was finally gone. The third piece of the puzzle that had been our hell for just over six weeks, or maybe it was seven now. I'd lost count.
"I guess the mood is gone?" I mentioned, as he stripped his suit coat off for the last time that night, tossing it over the back of the sofa. He turned so fast I thought his neck would snap, before pulling me into his arms. "You better hope not darling." He crooned, as his lips suctioned onto his favourite spot on the underside of my neck. His hands roamed down my back, cupping my backside, firmly as he pressed his very evident arousal into me. "I was wrong." I mumbled, incoherently, when he finally pulled away. A Cheshire-cat like smile covered his face as he walked backwards, slowly, leading me into his bedroom. "It's finally really over now, Love, and now it's our time." He intoned. Just as his lips met mine, hard and firm; dual ringtones broke into our moment. "Bloody fucking hell." He cursed, reluctantly pulling away. "No shit." I added. "Who's calling you?" I asked, pulling my own phone from my jacket pocket, at the same time as I slipped my coat off. "It's the prosecutor for Knox and Gillian, and I guess now Juliette, gimme a sec, Love." He asked as I picked up my phone and went to the sofa to regale my aunts with the latest. It seemed they were the only ones that called me, other than Matthew of course.
"Hey Sarah, Em." I greeted them. "Hey honey, sorry to call so late, but we have some gossip news that we'd thought you'd get a laugh at." Emily stated, giving a small chuckle at her own recollection of what she has to share. "Yeah, what's that?" I urged, reclining into the few pillows that lay on the sofa. "You know that photo you sent to us, of you and Matthew, cuddled together on a lovely renaissance sofa?" Sarah questioned. "Yes, from when we were at his house in Oxfordshire." I confirmed. "Well Vivian and her daughters were over for coffee. Vivian is helping us plan the annual Halloween party, and you know how Cassie and Lydia are…" Emily began. Cassie and Lydia were like my nemeses in high school. They took pleasure in trying to humiliate me, or bully me, but I would always just walk away. That didn't mean they didn't laugh their asses off at their efforts. "Yes, I know all too well." I murmured. "Well, they saw the photo. Em printed it out and framed it. It's on the shelf near the kitchen." Sarah explained. "The point of this is?" I pressed. "You should have seen them, Diana! Cassie couldn't stop making snide comments about how you could possibly land, and I quote, 'a man who walks like sex'." Emily laughed. "What the hell does 'walks like sex' mean?" I replied, horrified. "I think she was trying to think of the 'sex on legs' quote, but Matthew's image muddled her brain." Sarah interjected. "He is very handsome, Diana." Emily intoned. "Right. So, they want what is mine? Nothing new there." I harrumphed. "Yes, well, they are petty childish girls anyway. Moving on." Sarah finished.
"Is that all you called for?" I asked, preparing to tell them about today. "Well, we wanted to check in with you. Is everything okay with you and Matthew? Was he ignoring you?" Sarah posed. I'd called them again the other night, feeling sorry for myself and told them about our fight. "No, not in the least and trust me, everything is fine now." I confirmed, smiling wide and gazing at my ring. "So, what was the problem?" Sarah pushed. I gave a brief summary of Matthew's work on doing the DNA against Knox one more time, and the results being conclusive. "Oh, honey, I'm glad that it was confirmed, but not at your expense." Emily argued. "It wasn't at my expense, Em. He was getting home so late; it wasn't fair to wake me. But I did call him today." I had to take a deep breath before I explained not only who Juliette was, but what she did. "She kicked you in the head?" Sarah exclaimed, mortified. "I'm okay. Really. I'm a little bruised, but Matthew cleaned everything up and he even had the forethought to use swabs when cleaning my wounds, to collect DNA evidence." Both Sarah and Emily seemed impressed at that. "So, you've made up and everything is fine?" Emily asked, as Matthew waltzed over to me, and lay down, nestling himself between me, and the back of the sofa. His arm moved over my abdomen, keeping me close, as his head rested just in the crook of my neck. "Yes, he's here right now, literally laying on the couch with me." I confirmed, snuggling into his embrace. "I'm glad you're okay, honey." Emily affirmed.
"We do have some news to tell you." I began, biting my lip nervously. Matthew lifted his head and his eyes met mine, as he nodded his head slightly. "Two things actually." I added, biting my lip harder. Matthew used his thumb to pull my lip from my teeth as he kissed my temple sweetly. "What do you mean, two things, what Diana?" Sarah questioned in urgency. "Let her tell us, Sarah." Emily interrupted. "Well, in the new year, Matthew and I are moving in together." I rushed out. "Isn't that soon?" Sarah cautioned. "Not for us, and it ties in with the second announcement." I explained. "Are you pregnant?" Sarah shouted. It was so loud that Matthew started laughing, and I had to elbow him to shut him up. "NO, I'm not pregnant, Sarah." I confirmed. "But we are engaged. We're getting married." I spat out, afraid of their reaction. "Oh Diana, congratulations sweetheart! That's wonderful news." Emily shrieked in excitement. "That, can't be, she barely knows him, Em." Sarah argued. "It's not your life, Sarah." Emily chastised. Sarah huffed gently. "You're right, I'm sorry, Diana, it's just we've not met him-," Matthew interjected, so I turned the phone on speaker. "Hello Sarah, Emily." He spoke, his thick English accent was deep, and I felt the vibrations from his chest, move through my body. "Hello! Matthew," Emily called in excited enthusiasm. "I was hoping to join Diana at Christmas, when she planned to visit with you." He added, before I reached up to kiss him. "Well, that would be really nice." Sarah replied, irritation emanating from her tone. "I know you don't know him, yet, Sarah, but…" I trailed off. Since my parents' deaths, I've always wanted my aunts' approval. Even if I pushed certain things aside or didn't take their advice. "But what, Diana?" Sarah urged. "I love him." I cried, burying my head in Matthew's neck. I didn't want them to hear me cry. "I love you too, Mon Coeur." He whispered to me, before addressing my aunt. "I know this is sudden, at least for you and Emily, Sarah. But I love Diana, more than my own life." He declared, before adding. "I also know that to you; it seems like we're rushing. But we know what we want, and that's each other." He finished, plainly, his eyes meeting mine. "We've always wanted for you to be happy, sweetheart. It's just so hard when you're there and we're here, and now, you'll be there permanently." Sarah confessed. "I'll still come back for visits, Sarah, you know that!" I argued. Sarah huffed indignantly before replying. "You didn't even call it, 'coming home', Diana." She retorted angrily. "I don't need this, why can't you just be happy for us. I'm hanging up now." I harrumphed. "No, wait, honey, please!" Emily called, as Matthew sat up after I did, his arms holding me steady on his lap. I was now more agitated than I was earlier, as tears threatened to fall. I heard a click, at least one of the phones on the line disconnected.
"Em?" I called, figuring Sarah had hung up. "I know it's hard to understand her viewpoint honey, but I'll help her see, it's about your happiness. She's always so worried about you, you know that. The last time someone she loved went to England..." Emily trailed off and I finished for her, "They never came home." I cried. "She feels like she's losing you. Albeit in another way, but I don't even think she realizes that she's putting that on you." Emily explained. "No offence, Emily, and I'm not speaking for Diana, but it also seems a little selfish of her." Matthew interjected. "I agree." Emily replied. "I'm sorry Em." I cried. "You've nothing to be sorry for, Diana. You and Matthew both have been dealing with...a lot of crazy lately, and of course it's brought you closer." Emily explained. "Sarah, she just needs…" Emily took a deep breath. "She has to learn to adjust to it, I know, but she doesn't have to make me feel like shit for being in love and following my heart." I stated in frustration. "What was that thing your mother used to say to you, about love being magic?" Emily probed. "Love is magic. Its desire made real." I nodded, smiling to myself. "You've found your magic, honey. Give her time." Emily calmed. "It might not be enough time Em. I don't want to wait to marry, Matthew." I added. "How soon you thinking there, Love?" Matthew questioned cheekily, and I know Emily heard the smacking kiss he left on my cheek. I could feel her smile through the phone. "Christmas. Or just before really." I answered Matthew, but Emily heard as well. "Next year, Diana?" Emily posed. I shook my head, and Matthew smiled. "No, Em. This year. Six weeks or so." I finished as Matthew pressed his lips to mine, hard. "I can't wait to marry you, Love." He crooned, his forehead against mine. "I'll be there with bells on, Diana, and so will Sarah." She confirmed. "We don't know where or anything, but I'll let you know." Emily and I said our goodbyes and she even complimented Matthew for making me so happy. He actually blushed at that.
"So, is that enough time to plan a wedding?" Matthew asked, as I tossed my phone to the end of the sofa and straddled his lap, holding his face in my hands. "That depends. What kind of wedding do you want?" I asked. My fingers ran through his hair, down to his neck and back up. He groaned gently at the sensation. "All I want, is you, at the end of the isle, a few witnesses, and a simple get together to celebrate." He stated. I nodded. "That's all I want too. I don't want to drag things out, looking at China patterns or napkin colours, elaborate flower arrangements. I want simplicity. Just you, me, and our closest family and friends, and…" I explained, trailing off. My eyes met his and they were shining with love. "And what, Ma Lionne?" He pressed, pulling me against him tightly so our foreheads were touching. "I'd like to have it at Sept-Tours." I confessed, biting my lip in nervousness. "Maman would adore planning you know. And Marthe, bloody hell, Marthe will be ecstatic, and cook up a storm!" He smiled. "Really?" I asked hopefully. "Really." He nodded. "Now…" He stated firmly, standing with me in his arms. His hands held me close as my legs wrapped around him, my arms around his neck, my hands pushing up into his thick hair. "Now, what?" I whispered, as his eyes took on a lustful gaze. "Now I want to have both make up sex and celebratory sex with my girlfriend and then my fiancée." He admitted, making me giggle.
Matthew set me down on the edge of the bed, but I stood and immediately started undoing the buttons on his shirt. My impatience showing. He helped me pull my shirt off, tossing it on the floor, before his followed. I gasped in surprise when he lifted me, and we both fell together on the bed. His arms held strong on either side of me, so his weight didn't crush me, and my legs wrapped around his waist, instinctually. I trailed my hands up the naked flesh of his arms, over his biceps and up around his neck, pulling his lips to mine. He growled into my kiss, and his lips were urgent, but slow, firm and yearning. "Matthew," I whimpered. He moved his lips to my neck, sucking on his favourite spot before moving down to my chest. Our eyes met over the peaks of my breasts, and he smiled, cheekily. My nipples hardened as he blew on the lace covered peaks before wrapping his mouth over them sensually. His tongue lapped at the fabric before he used his teeth to pull it away. Suddenly, he lifted me gently, his hands moving to my back to unclasp my bra. The straps fell off my shoulders, so he pulled it away and tossed it behind him somewhere, not taking his gaze off me. "So, fucking beautiful, Diana." He murmured, covering the flesh of my left breast with his lips, sucking and licking. I felt his right-hand cup my other breast, pulling and plucking at my nipple and my back arched off the bed at the sensation.
The descent down my body was excruciatingly slow. He couldn't get where I needed him fast enough. "Matthew, please." I begged, as my hands tugged at his hair. "What do you want, Love?" He taunted, pulling the sides of my yoga pants and underwear down, and slipping them off my feet, again tossing them haphazardly behind him. His crooked smile grew, at the sight me spread before him. It excited me. "Taste me," I whimpered as his right hand, held firm against my abdomen, keeping me still, while his left, lifted my leg over his shoulder. His gaze was hard and steady as I felt his lips against my clit. My body arched at the sensations as whimpers of pleasure escaped while he continued to kiss, lick and nibble at my lips. "More, please more." I cried as his hand finally left my stomach and trailed below. I felt him slip not one, but three fingers into me with ease, as he pumped furiously. His lips latched on to my clit once more and sucked with vigor. "I'm there, Matthew, don't stop." I called, my hands tugging and pulling at his hair. My body convulsed as my orgasm ripped through me, but he kept licking until my body finally relaxed. "How was that, Love?" He asked, a cheeky smile on his lips as he slipped his fingers into his mouth, tasting me. "Your turn!" I deadpanned, pulling his head up and his body followed, laying over me.
Pushing him back, he turned onto his back and I moved down, straddling his thighs. Matthew helped me undo his belt and I swatted his hands away. "I said it was my turn." I intoned, raising an eyebrow at his defiance. "Yes, Mistress." He teased, a coy smile on his face. He relaxed back, his arms going behind his head as he watched me. I finally got his pants undone and he lifted his hips so I could tug them down. I had to climb off of the bed to get them off. 'Bloody tall ass man.' I thought to myself before launching myself back over him, my lips attaching to his. "Touch me." I posed, his arms moving from behind him to cup my ass and press me against his erection. My lips trailed down over his jaw, his neck, over each pectoral until I reached that happy trail of hair. That little peach fuzz trail that takes you to your most wanted desire. Matthew's moans echoed in the room as my lips kissed down, down, down. I moved over each hip bone, my lips kissed and licked his flesh, while his hands caressed my hair. He pushed it away from my face just so he could see my tongue on his body. My fingers traced that little 'V' dip, like an arrow, directing you to the prize. His cock was thick and long. It bobbed slightly, and without warning I wrapped my lips over the head, and sucked down as much as I could. "Bloody hell, shit!" He called, and I couldn't help but smile at the expletives. "Something wrong?" I teased, wiping my mouth suggestively. "Give a guy a little warning next time, Love. But damn, that felt amazing." He replied, as his head fell back on the bed. I bent down once more, and took him in my mouth again. Only this time more slowly. My right hand wrapped around the base, stroking up while my lips descended, meeting somewhere in the middle. Matthew kept mumbling and groaning things like, 'Fuck, shit. So good.', when suddenly I felt his hand on my shoulder. "Up here, love, come here. I don't want to finish in your mouth, not tonight." He explained, pulling me up over his hips.
Raised up on my knees, Matthew's chest brushed against mine as he helped me lower myself over his cock, slipping inside with ease. "Bloody fucking hell. You feel so good." He groaned. When Matthew was horny, his voice lowered a half octave and it was so sexy and arousing. Our bodies were skin to skin. His right arm was behind him, supported by his hand to keep him from falling backwards. His left was on my ass. His lips… His lips moved from nipple to flesh, to the other nipple and breast before finding purchase on his favourite spot on my neck. Both hands finally moved to my hips, pushing and pulling me over him. Our movements started slow, drawing it out, when suddenly, he lay back, my hands falling to either side of his face. "Hold on, darling." He smiled. His hands held my hips firmly as he started thrusting, hard and fast from beneath me. Sounds I never knew I could make erupted from my lips and the cocky bastard was smirking at me while doing it. "What's so funny." I cried. He slowed down again. "Why are you slowing down?" I added. "Roll over, please." He smiled. Never slipping from inside me, he managed to flip me onto my back before lowering down on to his elbows. Thrusting his hips frantically and hard I suddenly felt an orgasm wash over me without warning. "I'm coming. Fuck, Matthew." I cried, pulling his lips to mine. "One more, love. I want you to come one more time for me." He panted, as one hand moved down to rub at my clit as his lips melded to mine. "Goddamn it, you're so good at that." I gushed. I could feel him smile against my neck as his slow rhythm finally started going faster again. "I'm so close. Diana," He urged as I felt my third orgasm rip through me. Seconds later, Matthew called out as his release filled me, but he kept thrusting slowly until we'd come down from our highs. "I love you, Mon Coeur." He breathed, rolling over and pulling me to rest on his chest. "I love that you can do that like you do." I laughed. "I'm glad you love that I can do that. But it's only ever been like this with you." He replied, cupping my cheek. "I love you, Matthew."
I had to clean up, things were a little squishy. Matthew joined me in the shower but, we just cleaned off before crawling into his bed. My thoughts already going over how our skin felt pressed together and the things he made my body do with his lips, tongue, fingers and cock. "What are you thinking about?" He whispered, kissing my temple. His arm was under my neck, while the fingers of that arm traced light patterns on my shoulder. "Just you." I replied, turning to face him. Our lips met once more, but it was sensual and slow. "I'll never get enough of you." He stated, pushing some hair off my face. "Well, you are marrying me now, so…" I trailed off. He laughed at that. "I will call Maman tomorrow and see what she has planned. Maybe we can do Christmas at Sept-Tours as well, invite Em and Sarah to stay." He related. "Thank you." I murmured, feeling the tears starting to form at his kindness. "For what?" He questioned, an adorable look of confusion on his face. "For speaking up earlier, to Em and Sarah. I know Sarah can seem harsh, but she did raise me. She's always worried." I explained, wrapping my arm around his waist. "I know, sweetheart. She's been your mother figure after all. Losing her sister and brother-in-law in such a tragic way, I think she's always going to have some fear of losing you." He suggested. I nodded, thinking the same. "I just feel like I can never please her because I'm not doing what she thinks is best." I confessed, running my fingers over his chest. "I've literally followed in my parents' footsteps with history. My father was a historian. My mother a teacher. I grew up with that for seven years." I cried. My eyes met his as he lifted my hand from his chest, kissing my newly decorated ring finger. "It's how you keep them close, Diana. And Sarah, she just needs to find a way to keep them close, other than you. You've always been the physical representation of them for her, but you found them in history, and now teaching." He mused. Kissing my cheek. "I never even looked at it that way, but it makes sense." I agreed. It was then that I remembered Matthew got a call earlier too.
"Hey!" I called abruptly, lifting my head. "What?" He smiled, lazily. There was a contented, sweet smile on his lips. "What was your call about earlier?"