Hello, hello, hello.

[fightlikehell]

"Hello, you've reached the personal voice mailbox of---" "Matt Murdock." "---Please leave a message after the tone!"

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[fightlikehell]

[His eyes lightly shut at the pressure of her lips. Man if he could only freeze frame this brief second and live there awhile. That's not how time or life works. Matt sighs and slowly puts his arms around her.]

When you leave. No surprises. I don't think it's anything you don't know already.

[One lean and he's resting his head against her shoulder.]

[chernyy]

[ The fingers on her free hand grip his shirt a little as she turns and nuzzles his temple, brushes her lips along the shell of his ear. She's quiet, letting them both enjoy the moment while they have it.

But eventually, she has to give him a little nudge, words soft. ]

Time to go.

[fightlikehell]

[This closeness has been going on for hours and hours, little touches, hardly any distance at all. Both savoring and taking their fill. Who knows how long it will be until they are like this once more? Matt tries not to dwell on it long. No matter how many days go by it won't lessen this feeling or change it's meaning.

...right?

Matt tilts his head to her lips and lowers his head to her shoulder. Eventually feels too soon.]

Okay.

[His voice is thick.]

Do you uh--[even trying to clear his voice there is strain. Shit.] Do you have everything?