Matteo

no matter where you go, I'll find you

He did not play fair. Ah, such loaded words! For surely she did not either. How easy it was to see the way her features flushed ever so slightly at his touch. Her skin was nothing if not gloriously responsive to each delicate caress of his fingers, her words caught gently within the hitch of her breath and yet- how well she maintained that composure. Harley, by far, one of the most...determined women he had ever met in her continued efforts to deny him that very satisfaction of watching her come apart so easily. Her heart so gave her away, it always did, its rhythm near uneven at his every touch and yet she was near masterful at hiding those very desires from her features. The raven haired woman was nothing if not exceptional in her efforts to play that game right back at him. Flirtation, it seemed, was a language they both spoke far to well and yet- how Matteo found he enjoyed her stubbornness, her determination not to yield to his own teasing. The Frenchman so instead content to pluck gently at the very threads of her resolve before he might find a loose one to unravel. How rare it was to find a woman so very intriguing, with a mind as sharp as her appearance was...gorgeous. Harley was nothing short of a worthy opponent and yet, ah, he had played this game longer. Matteo, this time, content to change it once more as his arm lent smoothly across her figure. That touch subtle and yet there all at once before he so neatly offered his hand for her to take.Those accented lyrics so suddenly offering to make that very dinner he had suggested at the beginning of the evening.

The momentary surprise upon Harley's features was hardly missed even as the violet eyed woman moved quickly to conceal her surprise once more. Matteo so wholly content to, seemingly, forget those moments of flirtation that had danced so temptingly between them. Dinner, after all, was surely what she desired in the very moment, was it not? What else could she so possibly seek? Perhaps she preferred dessert first? Harley rose smoothly from that couch then, her hand fitting neatly within his own as it had done so many times before. That very game they had played for so long so having built that very trust between them over time. Harley content to take his hand more boldly each time and yet- that boldness, it seemed, had grown all the more. Her figure brushed smoothly agianst his own as she passed. The very warmth of her body was so hardly missed as his hand gently released her own. Matteo could hardly help that near teasing roll of his eyes at her words and yet, how quickly his gaze found her own lips as her teeth gently bit into the bottom cushion of her lower lip. How very...tempting that was. The young woman slid easily toward the door then and yet it was her very claim that she surely knew the way back to the kitchen that prompted a near genuine look of surprise (and notable disbelief) to the Frenchmans features. A ready chuckle rose within Matteo's throat at that distinctly bold declaration before he moved to follow. The door to that room, along with its myriad of memories he was determined to forget, was closed firmly behind him. Harley, as he had near anticipated, was quick to begin to walk in the wrong direction. Ah, but if anything could be said for that woman it was most assuredly that she followed through with each of her plans! How surely she would have led them both boldly the wrong way while remaining insistent it was correct- even if she had long since known that truth to be otherwise. Matteo's hand reached for her own once more. The Frenchman content to guide her gently back down those hallways and towards that staircase they had ascended some time ago.

The sun had finally begun to lower and with it- those guests who so often littered his estate had retreated. Chambord, once more, was so finally...quiet in the embrace of that twilight. That near gentle breeze however had hardly ceased as it continued to toy with the fabric of the lace curtains and open window that welcomed that soft evening wind and the calls of the night birds that had already begun to rise above the sounds of that farmyard beginning to settle for the night. Such things were...peaceful, to him. Matteo so long ago had come to find a contentment in the quietude of evening with little save those animals to interrupt the still of the evening. It was reminiscent, perhaps, of those days in which he had spent month after month with Alexander alone as that army moved across the countryside of whichever place Alex had marched them too. Such days, perhaps, had long since passed and yet how very much his...soul seemed to relish that feeling still. How willing he was, for tonight, to share that very thing with his singular guest. Matteo's hand so gently released Harley's own as they returned to that kitchen and lounge and yet- his attention remained but firmly upon that dessert he had promised. After all, a cake was so surely what she had desired, was it not?

That look of utter bafflement upon the young woman's features was hardly missed. Matteo, this time, so hardly faltered in his own determination as he moved effortlessly about his own kitchen to find a bowl and wooden spoon before placing them upon the counter with, seemingly, but every intention to continue with that cake baking as if no further desire clung to his figure in any fashion. The sarcasm within Harley's words was undeniably...obvious. The Frenchman so taking that moment to open the fridge, the amusement upon his features concealed bythat appliance as he moved to fetch a bowl of whipping cream from within. His own composure was nothing short of intact once more as he emerged, that bowl placed upon the kitchen counter before the near ancient Fae so proudly insisted it had been made from the milk produced upon his own farm. As if here and now was the moment to discuss local produce. Matteo, near effortlessly, so seeking to unbalance his ever-cunning companion. Ah, but how assured he was he had succeeded as Harley stared in confusion toward him once more, her arms folded across her chest. The young woman insisted she could hardly picture him milling a cow. That very notion, this time, prompted a ready simper to his lips and yet one eye lifted upward near curiously.

"Oh, is that so? Do you doubt the skill of my hands?"


That question was nothing short of....loaded. Matteo was content to pepper that very moment with that very flirtation he had worked so diligently to remove from the situation- if only to further baffle his companion. Ah, but she did not know who she played with! The Frenchman allowed but a single finger to dip into that whipped cream then before lifting it to his lips. Matteo, for several moments, was content to taste that very flavour upon his lips. Its freshness was nothing short of remarkable and yet, tonight, it was hardly the taste of cream he sought. His silver gaze lifted to meet her own then, that soft query of whether or not she desired to try it was met with her own near cautious curiosity. Harley's figure shifted but slightly, the woman so clearly intending to move toward him- only for the French Fae to disappear entirely. Matteo content to reappear before her in near the same moment. Harley so barely given the chance to register his presence before his lips pressed determinedly to her own. That kiss was nothing short of soft and yet that eagerness within it could so hardly be denied. That very gesture a veritable invitation to, finally, taste but all he had on offer tonight. The surprise within her figure was quick to melt but smoothly away, her lips yielding their own sweet softness to that kiss before her tongue swept across his lower lip to taste that very cream he offered. Harley pulled gently back a moment later only to declare she was certain she need taste more. She had been too distracted.

The very words upon his lips were abruptly halted as he fingers found his own. Matteo, this time, entirely content to allow her to take the lead in this veritable game as she tugged him gently after her. Harley's finger dipped into that cream once more before she turned to face him, that cream offered toward him then. Ah, this was surely a game he knew well. His lips parted every so slightly, the Frenchman clearly anticipating her finger to his lips- only for harley to abruptly brush it agianst his check, before smearing it down his neck. How very cold that was! His skin so responding to that touch as Harley's laughter erupted. Matteo's own eyes rolled but gently once more.

"You had me there, oui."

An easy chuckle hummed from within the depths of his own throat. Matteo's lips parted once more to comment upon that cream when Harley shifted forward. Her lips finding his own with a renewed vigor. Ah, but she was the devil! Matteo, perhaps, willing to admit he had very nearly been outplayed. That kiss was nothing short of arousing. Matteo wholly content to return it as one hand reached to settle upon her waist, to draw her closer- only for Harley's hands to press agianst his shoulder and chest- guiding him backward. Hmmm. How very...rare it was for a woman to take that metaphorical lead. The Frenchman was nothing short of curious as to her intent as he eased himself upon the bench as she desired. Harley's own femanine figure was quick to settle within his lap. Matteo's arm so instinctively settled around her to hold her agianst him before she offered but a single smirk- only to press her lips to his neck. How very unexpected and yet how gloriously welcomed. Matteo could hardly help that soft intake of breath at the touch of her lips to that every-sensitive skin of his neck. Her lips and tongue worked a near perfect pattern upon his skin, tugging eagerly as that desire within him as her fingers tugged at the fabric of his shirt. How very...displeasing that she had run out of cream. Harley pulled gently backward then, her gaze momentarily meeting his own as her words coaxed the return of that simper to his lips. How very innocent she made them sound. Her fingers so occasionally brushing agianst his skin in a near glorious distraction. How very much he would like to feel her fingers elsewhere. Was his craving for dessert satisfied?

"I fear, Mon Cherie, it was not."

How readily she had provided them but a perfect position. One the Frenchman was wholly content to enjoy in its entirety. Matteo's hands shifted but slightly to rest upon her waist, his thumbs so neatly lifting the hem of her shirt if only to allow his fingers to slip beneath and feel the warmth of her skin. His lips pressed to her own once more and yet, this time, he so offered her but that single kiss before his head tilted downward, his lips pressing to her jaw, before so beginning his own trail downward and against the delicate skin of her neck and throat. One so effortlessly complimented by that gentle touch of his hands as they slid upward. How glorious smooth her skin was, that warm flesh caressed easily beneath his fingers as his hand shifted that slow, tortuous path upward, his thumbs content to brush alone that skin in turn as if content to explore every line of her femanien figure as he had done once before within the very depths of Risques bedroom. Matteo nothing if not attentive to every slitch hitch within her breath. The Frenchman so effortlessly searched for those places she responded to best. Until his fingers reached the fabric of her bra. Matteo so abruptly seemed to pause as he lent backward once more. The Frenchman seemed to consider this newest development with curiosity before the silver of his gaze shifted to meet the violet of her own. That distinctly impish look so surely clear.

"Ton soutien-gorge est sur mon chemin."

Those distinctly French lyrics so smoothly fell from his lips. Matteo hardly saw any need to translate them before one hand shifted gently away from her figure. A soft wave of his hand so readily saw that summoning power engaged. Harley's bra so readily appeared within his hand. That undergarment so neatly and effortlessly removed from her femanine figure. The Frenchman took but a moment to eye that black brassiere with a clear curiosity as it hung neatly from his fingers.

"Hmm, an interesting choice. I did not expect black though."

Tht amusement so tugged neatly at his features once more. Matteo's lips returned again to her own before his hand continued its upward exploration. How easy it was to take her lower lip between his own, the Frenchman allowing his teeth to ever so lightly brush along it in that ever-sensual kiss before his hand shifted to gently cup her right breast, his thumb so smoothly seeking that sensitive peak. This, by far, the most intimate touch he had so ever afforded her. Each practised caress so seeking to bring that unsteadiness to her breath as his lips pulled just back from her own ever so slightly. His own words were nothing short of teasing and yet how he could hardly hide the desire that laced them all the same. Harley sure remembered those very words he uttered.

"It is as I observed before. You have very nice....eyes."