Lexi

As I walk through the halls of Hogwarts, my thoughts are a tangled mess. I try to keep my focus on my school work, but my mind keeps drifting back to the conversation I overheard at breakfast. “You know, if you’re looking for someone to study with, there is someone else here who’s been looking for a study partner.” Who were they talking about? And why can’t I get that last part of the conversation out of my head? 

I shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts, when suddenly, I hear footsteps approaching me from behind. It’s odd, the halls are usually empty at this time of day. I slow my pace, waiting to see who it is that’s approaching. As I look back, I catch a glimpse of a tall figure, silhouetted against the light streaming in from the windows.

As the figure gets closer, I feel my heart rate pick up as I realize who it is - Mattheo. My mind immediately flashes back to the conversation I overheard, and my chest tightens with a strange mixture of curiosity and... something else I can’t quite identify.

He looks up and sees me, his eyes locking with mine. I see a flicker of surprise cross his face before it’s quickly replaced by a neutral expression. We stand there for a moment, neither of us saying anything, just staring at each other.

"H-Hey Holy" shit why am i stuttering?? Common Lex pull it together. His eyes flicker with surprise at my stutters, but a small smirk plays at the corner of his mouth. His voice is low and husky when he speaks. “Hey….”

His voice sends a shiver down my spine, the huskiness in his tone making my stomach flutter strangely. I try to hide my reaction, but I can feel my face heating up. I take a small step closer to him, my heart racing in my chest. Wait lexi what are you doing. No! STOP! Mattheo tilts his head, his eyes scanning over my face before settling on my eyes. He takes a step closer, closing the gap between us. We’m standing so close that I can feel the heat of his body, smell the subtle scent of his cologne. 

I  try to push the thoughts out of my mind, but they keep popping up, images of him pressed against me, leaning down to kiss me… I catch myself biting my lip and quickly stop, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. Mattheo’s eyes linger on my lips, and I can see a look in his eyes that makes my heart skip a beat. It’s a look that I’ve seen on boys before, but never this intense, never this consuming.

He’s just inches away from me now, close enough that I can feel his breath on my skin. I can see the muscles in his jaw clench, as if he’s restraining himself from something. I can feel my own body reacting to his proximity, my nerves tingling with anticipation.

I can hear my heart racing in my ears, the blood pounding in my veins. I bite my lip, trying to control the sudden rush of desire that’s coursing through my body. I want him. I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.

Mattheo takes a step closer to me, closing the last bit of space between us. His body is pressed against mine, and I can feel the heat radiating off him. My breath catches in my throat, my thoughts a tangled mess of conflicting emotions.

His hand reaches up to brush a strand of hair away from my face, his finger tracing along my jawline. The touch is gentle, almost tender, and I find myself leaning into it, my eyes fluttering closed. His breath is hot against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. I can feel his chest rising and falling with each breath, can smell the hint of spice and musk of his cologne. I can’t think, I can’t move, I’m frozen in place, caught between the desire to pull away and the urge to surrender completely.

His other hand finds its way to my waist, pulling me even closer to him. My body is pressed against his, and I can feel the hardness of his muscles through the thin fabric of our shirts. I’m overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through me, the feel of his body against mine, the heat of his skin, the way he’s looking at me with an intense hunger in his eyes.

His hand moves to the back of my neck, his fingers digging into my skin just enough to make my head spin. I can feel his breath on my ear, and his voice is a low, guttural whisper.

“You don’t know how badly I’ve wanted this.”

My mind is buzzing, my body on fire. Mattheo's hand on my waist, his breath on my neck, the words he just whispered in my ear... all of it is sending my thoughts spiraling out of control. I press myself against him, my hands clutching at his shirt, desperate for more pressure, more skin-to-skin contact. His lips press against my ear, his breath hot and ragged. He whispers my name, his voice filled with a guttural need that sends a shiver down my spine. He's never sounded like this before, so raw, so undone. It's driving me wild. I tilt my head back, giving him better access to my neck. He takes full advantage, his lips and teeth teasing the sensitive skin there, causing me to gasp and arch my back, pressing myself even closer to him. His hands roam my body, his fingers tracing a path of fire along my skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. My body is responding to his touch in ways I never thought possible, my breath coming in shallow gasps, my legs feeling like jelly. Suddenly, my mind snaps back to reality, my eyes flying open as my surroundings come into focus. We're still in the hall, still out in the open where anyone could see us. My body tenses, a wave of self-consciousness washing over me. Mattheo seems to sense my sudden shift in mood, and he pulls back slightly, his hands still on my waist. He looks down at me, his eyes searching my face for any sign of doubt or reluctance. When he sees none, a slow smile spreads across his face, his eyes dark with desire. 

i smile "we should head somewhere more private maybe?" Mattheo's smile widens at my suggestion, his eyes lighting up with mischief.

"That's an excellent idea." He takes me by the hand, twirling me around so that my back is to him. He leans down, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear.

"Follow me."

"Okay" I whisper

I shiver at the feel of his breath on my skin, my heart skipping a beat at the tone of his voice. I let him lead me down the corridor, my hand clasped in his as he maneuvers through the twists and turns of the castle until we reach a deserted corridor. Mattheo pauses, looking around to make sure we're completely alone. Satisfied, he pushes me up against the cool stone wall, his body pinning me in place. He's so close to me that I can feel the heat radiating off his body, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. His eyes rake over my face, his gaze traveling down my neck, slowly taking in every inch of me. I can feel myself responding to his proximity, my body trembling with anticipation, my breath coming in sharp gasps. He leans in closer, his lips hovering just millimeters above mine. I can feel the heat of his breath on my skin, the desire in his eyes almost palpable. His voice is a low whisper when he speaks.

"Tell me you want this."

My heart is racing, my mind a tangled mess of want and need. I can't think, I can't speak, I can only feel. I manage to nod, my eyes fixed on his, silently conveying my agreement. I want this. I want him. More than anything. He grins at my response, a look of satisfaction crossing his face. He lifts one hand to my cheek, his fingers tracing along my jawline, his touch gentle, almost tender. But I can see the hunger in his eyes, the primal desire that he's barely keeping in check. His other hand moves to my waist, his thumb tracing small circles on the bare skin there. He leans down, his lips ghosting over mine, his eyes locked on mine, waiting for my response. I can't take it anymore, I need him closer, I need more. I reach up, lacing my fingers through his hair, pulling him down to me. Our lips crash together in a messy, heated kiss. It's like a dam has broken, unleashing the desire that's been building between us. His tongue slides into my mouth, tasting me, exploring me. I moan, my fingers digging into his shoulders, my body arching against his. His hands wander over me, tracing a path of fire along my skin, his touch driving me crazy.  He pushes me harder against the wall, his body pressing against mine, his knee sliding between my legs. I gasp at the sudden contact, my body rocking against him, seeking more friction. My mind is hazy with desire, my senses overloaded with his taste, his smell, his touch. His lips move from my lips to my neck, his teeth grazing over my skin, leaving a trail of hot kisses in their wake. His hands slide under my shirt, his palms flat against my stomach, his touch sending jolts of electricity through my body. His knee still inbetween my leg i try to relave some pressure He senses my movement, his knee pressing a little harder against me, creating a delicious friction that makes my breath catch in my throat. He smirks against my skin, his lips finding the sensitive spot beneath my ear. He licks and sucks at the skin there, his teeth nipping softly at my earlobe, driving me wild. I gasp, my head falling back against the wall, my fingers digging into his shoulders, my legs trembling. He lets out a low growl, his fingers tightening on my hip. He shifts his body, his knee pressing harder against me, creating that delicious friction again.

"Say you want it. Say you want me.," he demands, his voice thick with desire.

'i want you" 

A guttural sound escapes his throat, a mixture of satisfaction and need. He lifts me up, wrapping my legs around his waist, pressing me harder against the wall. His hands grip my thighs, pulling me tighter against him.

"I need you," he whispers huskily, his lips trailing down my neck.

"Then HAve me" I keep rocking my hips to relieve that pressure that is slowly building up.

He groans at my words, his fingers digging into my skin, his body responding to my movements. He pushes himself closer, his hips pinning me against the wall, trapping me between his body and the hard stone.

"I plan to," he murmurs against my neck.