the whole place to ourselves.

[matteodeath]

matteo smiled as he walked out onto the field. he just got done with a team practice and it was great. they were running a new play that a few of them had come up with. it was great and sure fire to win. he was pumped for the next game so they could try it out. granted, it's between everyone else because he's the seeker so he doesn't do much except look for the snitch and appreciate his awesome teammates. they were a great team, everyone was just as arrogant as he was and for some reason it worked.

matteo went over to the stands and sat down. he usually liked relaxing in the stands. he stretched out across the bench and and laid down. he put his hands behind his hand and closed his eyes. he had his sunglasses on so he didn't have to worry bout that. he had a small smile on his face as he enjoyed the cool fall day. he had on a white hoodie and black jeans with sneakers. he black hair was rather messy but he worked it.

as matteo laid there, occasionally watching the clouds go by, he felt like he was forgetting something. wasn't i supposed to do something today? hmm.... he sat up and looked around. he knew that he was supposed to be here but he didn't know why. was he supposed to wait for someone? no..everyone had already left. this was really killing him. matteo sighed and laid back down as he let his mind wander over the days activities that have gone on.

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[clark]

Clark sat in the stands of one of the many infamous qudditch stadiums littered around the whole of the UK. She had her note bad and a long elegant deep purple quill resting in her lap, the notepad held the latest story for the daily prophet. If she was going to have to sit outside in the cold October air for until the Falcons finished with their little practice, she could at least get some work done before she would have to return back to the loft with Adrian and god knew she wouldn't get any work done there. oh the joys of living with your crazy boyfriend.

Clark grabbed her bag from beside her and slid the notepad and quill back into their proper places in the bag before standing up and peering around the stands. She had made plans with Matteo for that afternoon after practice and practice was over and yet he wasn't there. Clark didn't think he was the type of guy that would just stand her up but she had been wrong before. She pulled the gray dress that she was wearing down a few inches since it had risen quite a bit whilst waiting for practice to end. Only Clark would ever wear a strapless dress, tights, and high heels to a quidditch pitch, but no one ever complains, and most definitively not the guys. Clark ran a perfectly manicured hand through her curly mess of of hair and looked around once again for Matteo. She saw someone laying on one of the benches and she knew instantly who it would be. The black hair, the pale skin, who else could it be? A small smirk crept across her lips as she strut her way over to him. Once she had reached him she bent over him and kissed him softly on the lips as a sall greating. "Hey babe, Did you forget about me?" she said still smirk wildly.

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[matteodeath]

Matteo had his eyes closed but he heard he heels coming his way on the bleachers. He was slightly confused at first. Heels? Who would where heels to the pitch? Matteo’s eyes popped open when he felt lips against his. He automatically kissed back and grinned. His girlfriend. How could he ever forget that she was there at practice? All the guys were staring at her any chance they got. Yeah, he had a damn sexy girlfriend and he loved her to death. Not that he’s said it yet. He was still too chicken. But he loved her none the less, and he knew that she knew it.

Matteo was still grinning as he sat up and pulled Clark into his lap and kissed her again. never baby. Dear god, he loved her smirk. He slid his hand up her dress and rested it on her thigh. He wished he could feel her skin but instead it was the tights but he didn’t mind. He knew he’d see her tonight, all skin. so what do you think of our play? I’m really excited about it. he couldn’t help but ask. He’d been pouring over this play for weeks and she would know.

Matteo shook his head. Look at him, always talking about quidditch. He always had to remind himself that there was more than quidditch in life. He smiled at the girl sitting in his lap. so what gossip do you bring from the daily prophet? Anything good? he knew that things were always going down at the prophet. He loved hearing about it. He felt like he was back at Hogwarts when he gossips with her.

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[clark]

clark squeaked softly in surprise as she was pulled from her seat beside him and onto matteos lap. she kissed him him back but this time a bit poor fiercely. she pulled away still smirking strongly, knowing how it drove him crazy. "no, no, no. not yet you don't." she said smirking at him as she pushed his hand down to her knee jokingly. clark couldn't lie. she did feel bad about cheating on her boys, and she knew that it would all someday come crashing down to a close. oh the fun that would bring. though clark really doubted that either of them actually had any real feelings about her, love was an existent feeling anyway, she had learned that lesson before. and anyways she didn't classify herself as a cheater rather more like indecisive, what could be the harm. it was only a matter of time, and it was slowly becoming a tickling time bomb.

clarks smirk faded away into darkness and and pleasant content look replaced it though it still held hints of her her former disposition. she had warped her smooth pale tan arms around his cool pale neck and they were resting gently at his shoulder blade. she had rested her head against his shoulder too, every so often planting soft kisses on his neck. "it looked great, you guys are sure to kick ass." she breathed against his neck. one thing that never changed with the guys was qudditch; sex, drugs and qudditch. clark smiled up at him leading on a sense of innocence to hide the guilt. she snatched the sunglasses off his face and put them on her own before pushing them up so the sat on top of the mess of curls. "you know, i've always loved your eyes." she whispered before kissing him.

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[matteodeath]

Matteo grinned as she moved his hand. He warmed even more as she was still smirking. He slid his hand right back up her thigh. oh yes I do. It would be a lot better if it was pure skin but I’ll forgo it today with how sexy you look right now. I swear, I wanted to kill Scott on the pitch today. He wouldn’t stop starring at you. I wanted to beat him with his bat. oh yeah, Matteo wasn’t the most faithful but he was possessive of who ever his current girlfriend is. And he made sure that she was who he was with at night. If he cheated, it was during the day, but he would never deny that didn’t love his girlfriend.

Matteo smiled and ran his hands up her arms as she wrapped them around his neck. He kissed her forehead when she rested her head on his shoulder. He moaned barely at the few kisses on his neck. His most sensitive spot above his waist. He grinned. He loved that play and was hoping it would work. They were going to try it out in the next match. If it worked, they would probably keep it for desperate attempts. It will be their secret weapon. He smiled when she put his glasses on and slid them up. I know. he kissed her back, pulling her closer.

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