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[It's exactly a dance. And they're more matched as partners than he could have ever expected. The sharp grip at his knees and the angle she's pressed at. Now that they're not in a precariously balancing position he freely runs his hands up over her breasts, shoulders and back to cup and knead.]

Jeez.

[Matt's trying to put a cap on how many times he says the Lord's name in vain. Trying. Whoops.]

Oh God.

[The clench around him gets exactly what she had in mind. His mouth is open and panting into her face between each kiss as they ride together.]

I can't get enough of you.

[The hands touching her just then make Karen's skin prickle, and flush. Her nipples both getting very hard; it makes her head tip back harshly so that her hair is brushing her back. The grip she has on his knees tightens some more, as her hips rock, and grind against him in a circle. That action was helping her to rub on her clit just right, and the head of his cock kept hitting her g-spot perfectly.

She shuddered deeply,]

You're so good! You feel so perfect inside of me. Oh, God...I --I love -- love you...

[She didn't notice what she said, she was so wrapped up in this moment. In his body, and his responses, and actions. Karen felt herself pressing up hard toward his hands. Right now she wanted to throw him down on the couch, crawl on top of him, and worship his body with one kiss, one touch at a time until he is absolutely crazy with need, and want, and desperation.]

[She's soft and malleable to his touch, so responsive with nerves heightened and as sensitive as his it seems. Matt's thumbs flick over the tightly gripped buds for more stimulation. He trusts her to keep them grinding together so deep. Just right, just clenched about him, feels like it's as deep as he'll go.]

You're so tight. Even now. Oh my God.

[He's gulping air but feeling like he won't get enough the same way he won't get enough of her. Words are only words and he hears them. They make his whole body feel warm and Matt lets go of her nipples.]

Hold on. I want you on your back.

[His hands are so warm, and rough; the way that they knead her flesh, and rub against her sensitive nipples is making Karen almost go crazy with sensation. She's always been sensitive, her skin always has been reactive to both good, and bad sensations; still, most of her reactions are due to Matt himself. It was being connected to him, being enveloped by him, and his touch, his scent, his cock, and his skin. When his thumbs flick against her nipples, she cries out as she leans up to thrust her tits toward him. Trembling, she moves to wrap an arm around his neck so that her fingers could run through the short hairs at the back of his neck; nails dragging along his scalp, her breathing was shaky, and intense. Karen's hips pick up in speed, thrusting against him in deep, more intense grinding circles.]

It's because of how perfect your thick, hard cock is pressed to the hilt inside me.

[As she rubs herself against him, she can feel the slightest flicker of pain as she can feel the head of him hit so deep inside of her hot, wet cunt.]

I love tightening myself around you; gripping you hard inside of me. Doing whatever I can to make you feel really good.

[He lets go of her tits, and it has her gasp when the warmth of his skin, and roughness of his fingers go missing. His exclamation makes her suck in a hard breath; as she moves to wrap her arms around him to pull him close. This way he could move however which way he wishes.]

Anything you want, as long as you are inside of me. [She breathes near his ear before she nips his earlobe.]

[The trembling as they move together, it's so intense. Matt is sure that he's shaking too. Slamming against one another, he doesn't watn to stop. Every clutch, scratch all of it.]

Fuck!

[Matt grips her hips to hold her down on him and grinds right in the same circles. That slight pain he doesn't catch it's so fast or else he would rethink how hard he is clutching her, fingers dinging in to mark with nails.]

You make me feel so good, Karen. Holy Christ.

[Oh that's right. They're moving. Not far at all. He lays her flat to the fabric making sure that nothing would be uncomfortable. This now lets him grip under her knees and hold them up if she'll let him to pound in deep.]

[She can feel how he is reacting to her movements, and reactions. It's intoxicating, and making her drunk on the power of it all. Karen wants to get more of those reactions, needs to get more of a taste of him, and how she makes him feel. Now that her arms are wrapped around his neck, pressing her tits against his hard chest; her hips still rocking, and grinding hard against him.

His exclamation makes her jump a little against him; gasping in surprise before she starts to kiss along his cheek, and then back behind his ear.

His grip on her hips is very hard, and intense; Karen likes the pain that it causes, and is happy that it will leave marks that she can look at tomorrow; remembering this day when she looks in the mirror.]

That's all I ever wanted to do. To make you feel good...[She managed to pant out as she spoke close to his ear. Each warm breath gets puffed out against the shell of it,

Then, suddenly, he has her on her back underneath him. Reading her mind, he grips behind her knees, and pushes them backward. It makes her moan out his name, the skin under his hand gets warmer, and the skin prickles. There is a hitch to her breathing; then she is clenching onto his thigh, as he pushes her into place.]

You read my mind...[Her voice quavered, and trembled as her breathing trembled with each breath in, and out. There was an eagerness to her words, and a bit of a thrill as well.] Fuck me, slow, hard, and deep...I want to not be able to walk for a week!

[Any kind of minor scrape or scratch on him will be a great addition to his collection. And what a change to be marked up by love and not violence. Matt could use far more of that. If Karen's up to it, her work is cut out for her.]

Oh baby.

[It's a start to something he means to say and forgets. It's said with the same deep reverence as oh God a moment before.]

Slow. Deep. [Matt nods and swallows. He wants to pound away but listens. The first impact has him moan and his eyes slip shut a second to get a grip.] You won't have anywhere to-to be?

[No where but here with him, under him. Matt moans and tightens his grip. Her skin is coming alive right under him. Keep control and there is most definitely a hard quality to his movements.]

[Oh, she is up for it. Her nails are already digging into the meat of his thigh as she clenches him tightly with her hand. As they go further, she will be happy to mark him up all over his body. They have the time, and she has the inclination to do so, so never you fear, Matthew Murdock.

He calls her 'baby', it makes her swallow hard, her breathing coming out in a slow, ragged puff through her nose.]

For now, anyway. [Her words are shaky, and a little intense as she says them. Then he slams into her, the head of him rubbing against her g-spot, and hitting even further within her...he was so deep. The hard snap of his hips makes her squeak very loudly, as her head tips back into the cushions with the top of her head pressed deep into the softness of the couch seat.] Yes, in your bed, or against the wall or in the shower or somewhere that has you in it. That's where I have to be.

[When he tightens his grip, Karen let's out a harsh moan at both the slight pain, and the knowledge that she was making him feel that out of control.]

Your cock fills me up just right, and right now it has me seeing fucking stars.

[More hissing for the use of her nails. It's enough to make him shiver again. Karen's got a hold on him. She doesn't have super powers but there's something extraordinary about how quickly and completely she's been able to work her way into his mind and heart as deeply and simply as digging her fingernails into his skin. Matt wants her to be there and the fantasy of having her here just for him... it's heady.

His head is tilted down and sightlessly paying attention to every gasp and sound from her mouth and the spike of body heat. Their bodies moving together also sound against the couch and Matt's own fingernails dig in as he holds her.]

Will you come again, Karen? I'm so deep. You're cunt's so--[he licks his lips and is about to speak when he's taken into another moan. This slow, hard and deep she was asking for is not easy.]

[That's it, she needs to be totally enveloped by him, right. fucking. then. Moving her arms up to pull him down by his shoulders; if he gives into it, she will pull him all the way down just so she can be pinned completely under him. His moans are music to her ears, it has her feeling so unsteady, so wanted, and alive.

Panting harshly, she can't help each squeak like moan with each intense, harsh thrust of his hips. Will she come again? Fuck yeah, she will, he knows just how to work her body, mind and soul.]

Yes, I want to come hard, to coat your dick even more. You keep hitting my g-spot each time. I don't think I can take it. [She responds in a very desperate, very hot tone of voice. Her skin feels alive, and having him pinning her down right now, almost dominating her is making interesting things happen to her. Karen can't get enough, she wants him to totally be in charge so. fucking. bad.]

Tell me when to come, Matt. Use that bossy side of yourself, and tell me what to do. [She's begging now, and whimpering with each powerful thrust, and crying out with a squeak each time she feels his beautiful cock hitting at that special spot inside of her. Feeling his muscles ripple with each thrust, and pull back; God, he was so strong, and cut.

Dangerous, and hot, that was a good way to describe him; it made her shiver, feeling that shiver then travel down her spine right to her clit. It was then she let out a shocked like moan like gasp.]

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[He lays over her, not too much because part of his weight is balancing out the half that is pounding away as they fuck. A deep gulp of air after a moan and he will certainly take her up on those words.]

Look at me, look right at me.

[Eyesight doesn't prevent him from knowing when she listens. Matt tries to keep his eyes fixed where he can hear every gasp and squeak from her. His cock is sensitive and about to lose it all because of her and her body, her complete self. Based on how much she clings to him, he surrenders one of his hands at her thigh to clutch at a breast. Matt sinks as deep as he'll go and grinds there. Her tight muscles pulse with her heartbeat.]

Do it. Come. I want to feel your pussy tighten and make me unload.

[Let her body fuck him right back. He's so close right now. Every nerve could tingle.]

[She begs for it, and he takes things over like a boss. As soon as he tells her to look at him, her eyes suddenly snap up toward his face at full attention. Both hands reach out to grab at his shoulders, and upper arms, nails digging into his flesh as she tries to re-learn how to just fucking breathe again. Matt almost appears to be looking right at her, and things suddenly turned 110 percent more intimate, emotional, and hot as fuck.]

Yes! [As his hand finds her breast, she moves to release his left shoulder so she can place her hand over the back of his hand on her breast. Desperately clinging to it with all of herself; his hands on her breasts just did hot, dirty things to her, and she could feel herself getting even slicker because of it.

As soon as he said those words, Karen lost it hard. Panting harshly at first, she felt her head tip back a moment, as her eyes rolled all the way back, and her nails really dug into him. When she could open her eyes again, her head lifted up off the couch cushion as a look of surprise overtook her with her eyes going wide as did her mouth. Every part of her body tensed as her head fell back, and her toes curled. The moan started as a squeak, and slowly transitioned into a deep, harsh sound that seemed to come from the diaphragm. Finally she managed to look him right back into his eyes as she was left shaking, and her muscles were jumping with the flood of adrenaline, and feel good hormones. That is when her contracting muscles took over elsewhere too; they rippled, and clenched around him trying to milk him completely dry. He was so deep, grinding against her also had his pelvic bone hitting her clit just right, and soon that internal orgasm was also external as it worked her clit too.]

I'm yours, Matt! Yours...fuck me, Jesus Christ....

[Her head dropped back to the couch, and she was panting so roughly, her breasts were heaving, and her flesh was now bright pink. The right leg was also quaking, and she kept flexing her muscles in an attempt to control it, though she failed at it. Her gaze never left his face though, she kept it constantly on him even as she tried to come down.

It was then that she began to feel tears welling up in her eyes, and falling down her cheeks. She wasn't sad, or upset, she was just feeling so completely emotional right then.]

Dear Matt:

I would like to formally invite you to an impromptu thanksgiving dinner at my home. Everything is already made, but please bring any alcohol that you might like to drink. It is at 7 pm sharp, Sunday evening.

I cannot wait to see you.

Love,
Karen

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"Hello, Matt? It's Steve. Steve Rogers?"

Someone's a bit wheezy. Must have just come home up those stairs.

I hope you had a happy holiday. Are you still up for bible study? It's okay if not--I just..Well. I could use a Good Word or two.

Hopefully he's come up the stairs. The weather really must not be very good for those lungs of his. It seems that they're much over due for a chat. With the ever helpful Siri, Matt gives the one and only Steve Rogers a ring.

"Hey, Matt. Hope I wasn't bothering you or anything earlier. How are you?"

Steve sounds much better than he did on the voicemail. Outside is rough on him lately. There's a sound of something snapping. Matchsticks? Chopsticks? Strange.

"Happy new year, by the by."

"Steve! Hey, buddy. You're no bother. I'm good. Happy New Year!"

The pang of worry subsides. Matt also considers that if there were a real emergency there'd be a chance Steve would reach out to him. That'd be worth checking out.

"How's life been treating you?

"Good. Busy."

Steve shouldn't try to lie. He's really not very good at it. And if something bad happened, Matt can rest easily knowing he'd be one of the first people Steve called.

"I wanted to wait until the Holidays were over before I checked in is all."

"Oh yeah? That's great. I've been uh...setting up things. Trying to find a pace in these parts."

Any lies told are best told over the phone. You can't detect heartbeats or get a full sense of muscle tension. And really voices are distorted to a degree over the line. Matt would believe about anything Steve would tell him right now.

"You didn't have to. It was mellow. Kinda...kinda went to a party for the new year." Kinda meaning totally did. Yes.

"You seem like the type that's good with the dames. I'm not surprised." Steve actually chuckles a bit there. Does it sound sad? Phones suck for picking things apart.

A pause that's longer than it maybe needs to be. Steve might have gotten distracted form the phone before he speaks up again.

"Were....were you at all able to find a church around here? It...turns out most of my friends are...not...what you'd call religious." Some took the question better than others, but. Yeah. No luck here.

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"It's a come and go thing. I couldn't even begin to tell you how it works because I still sometimes don't know how." Matt laughs a little back. "There's a girl for you, Steve." It's what Foggy would tell Matt in the rare times that Matt was the odd one out. And really his own relationships are few and far between.

"I found a place, I think. Small but hey, serves it's purpose. I did notice that we're in a big minority."

"What? Oh! Oh--no. Wasn't nothin' like that. most of the folks I know around here are ladies." Not that he has a chance with any of them, but that's beside the point. "Reminded me of somethin' else, was all."

Things he probably should forget, but can't.

"..Yeah. Makes it hard to confess. Or to...talk about much of anything close to me in that way. Folks don't believe here...can't say I blame 'em but..." Steve clears his throat. "Anyway, I was wondering if you'd like to meet up? Show me the place maybe? A-and if you still had the spare bible, I'd be awful grateful. I'm getting cooking lessons from Verity, so if you swing by to get me, I'll treat you to breakfast sometime?"

The good thing about being on the phone is that when Matt stumbles he doesn't have to hide his own expressions. Jeez, Murdock. Nothing is going on but you're feeling mighty cocky. He clears his throat and laughs at himself. "Reminded you of what?" Sorry, Steve. Matt hasn't picked up just yet that many a thing is still a tender subject.

"Hard to confess, hard to just be a little." But he is still going to try. "Oh yes. Let's for sure. I can show you my place and the church. We can get a schedule going for study too."

"An old friend. Nevermind."

Steve clears his throat and nods. Beat. Rubs at the back of his neck and speaks up again.

"I appreciate it. When would you like to meet up?"

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