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Frat parties aren't on anyone's to do list. They just keep happening. Matt felt too old for them even in college. Staying in is his own plan at most times. Nexus and Verity have brought new opportunities, a new look. Something to fill the nights that isn't punches and bruises. Still exciting and relaxing. How many bits of duality can they collect?

"Thank you for warning me." His lips pull into a smile. That count down comes up fast. Matt gently reaches out to touch her face. For a second he almost says something else. Something like he wants to do right by her good or bad. Or tell her that he wouldn't hurt her. What use are words really right now? His heart is beating faster. Oh what the hell! Matt closes the distance between them and starts off slow, much, much slower than before. Ten seconds to fill and they're starting into a new year. He's going to make it count in the way that his lips and tongue carefully open up hers.

The Nexus brings so many opportunities. It brought her to him, and him to her, and new ways to spend the night for both of them. They'll have time to collect all sorts of things together. If they're lucky, they can weave all those strands, the old and the new, that don't seem to go together into a whole.

"No problem," she murmurs. He doesn't need to tell her those things. She already knows. Her head tilts into his touch but she doesn't close her eyes until he's leaning in and then he's kissing her, soft and slow and in a way she's never been kissed before. Gripping his shoulders and leaning against him when her knees weaken unexpectedly is the only way she can feel steady. Her lips are pliant beneath his, and part slightly at the touch of his tongue to let a soft sigh wash over him.

Right now it seems to be very close together if not woven. A whole shining new year, a whole world of opportunities. It's no wonder at all people get caught up in this.

Matt wouldn't say she's a bad kisser. Her mouth is responsive and sweet. It's just steps to a dance she's learning. He holds her tighter about the waist with one hand and lightly touches her neck. Sounds reach a climax all around them as the clock chimes. Poppers, screams and shouts with cries of "Happy New Year!" clatter all around them. Where they stand it's just far enough to register. Matt's whole attention is wrapped tightly around this small space. He can taste her sigh and slowly sweeps his tongue between her parted lips to coax her own.

It's easy to get caught up in all of it. The changes, the possibilities, the strange new worlds. Getting caught up in the kisses goes without saying. Verity's barely aware of the sounds and celebrations around them. Her world has narrowed to the places he's touching her. His hand on her neck makes her shiver again, not with cold, and she shifts a hand to mimic the touch. Is his neck as sensitive as hers?

The sweep of his tongue coaxes her lips to part further and the tip of her tongue just barely brushes against his. He tastes so good, a little bit like scotch and mostly like himself. It's worth exploring further, just, slowly. Patiently. (Yeah, right.) The hand on his neck travels up into his hair. She has no intention of letting him out of this kiss any time soon.

Out of one year, into another. This is so new as it is. May as well be another world from even Nexus. This isn't a lonely planet.

Her shiver is noted. Staying slow and easy is possible. He just has to remind himself every few seconds. Good thing he doesn't need to remind himself to breathe. Verity's fingers at his neck are a pleasant surprise. A rumble in his throat will soon be in hers the way they're exploring one another. Matt tilts his head just so under her hand and leans further. And what do you know this allows him to somehow pull her closer to him. No letting go now or even soon. There have been a decent number of kisses in his life up until this point. Right now absolutely none of them had this kind of achingly slow and perfect progression. Verity's wine, lip product and whatever else is a wonderful flavor.

The tune of "Auld Lang Syne" is going far away. It's short. Everyone seldom remembers the words anyway. God only knows that Matt wouldn't know it right now. Chances are he wouldn't know who is president for that matter.

No lonely planets, no lonely people. They're the only ones left, as far as she's aware, and there's no loneliness between them.

The rumble in his throat is answered with a soft moan from her. She feels it too, whatever this wonderful weightlessness is called. Her lips follow his when he tilts his head and her body follows his direction when he pulls her closer. When her lips catch his again she takes the lower one between hers, sucking lightly before flicking the tip of her tongue against it. There have been no kisses like this in her life; she didn't know this was possible. Whatever he wants is his for the asking, so long as there's more of this kissing.

Just them and sensation. It's like a waking dream state, isn't it?

At the sound and feel of her moan there might as well be fireworks. This is heady stuff, at this rate he'll be drunk on her love faster than the scotch or wine. Already he's developed some skewed perception that this small new place they've found is without flaw and everything is a marvel.

Matt finds that the height difference needs some help. His hands are slow and purposeful slipping around her waist to lift her up oh so very carefully because he likes feeling every flick of her tongue. Jeez she's taking his breath away. A few steps and he finds a place to perch Verity. He'll lean to the side of her thighs or...perhaps a little forwardly...between them and wrinkle her pretty dress. Behind her is the garden and the night. At Matt's own back is the party. Weak knees shouldn't be a problem now that she's sitting right. He can focus on trying to coax her tongue into his own mouth this time.

Wow. How long have they been kissing? Not long enough and too long at the same time.

She wouldn't know, her dreams aren't this nice.

Everything is marvelous and tender and new. There's been no time for blemish and no place for shadow, and she would be happy to dwell in the pure light of this moment until it consumes her.

Alas, she is short, and he's so wonderfully tall. The movement of his hands around her waist gets another pleased sound from her and there's no struggle when he lifts her aside from the struggle to keep kissing him while they're moving. When he sets her down again she breaks the kiss, only drawing back far enough to take a breath before shifting her focus to his upper lip. She has a burning need to know if it tastes different. It'll take a moment for her to figure out what he wants when he tries to coax her knees apart, but she doesn't much care about the dress right now. A little shift lets her brace her feet against... whatever she's sitting on, she can't even tell, and set her knees on either side of him to hold him in place. No worries about weak knees now.

Is it even possible to kiss for too long? She doesn't think so.

It's about time she has some manner of experience to compare things to. With any measure of luck it may get into her subconscious in a positive way.

Her shortness hasn't been a problem and Matt isn't about to let it be a problem. In fact it's only made her more physically endearing. Her weight is as slight as he had thought it would be. Seating her on the marble railing that lines the porch of this...wherever they are is sturdy if not on the cool side. Matt's feeling warm and it might be contagious. Verity's adjusted position still keeps them close. It'd be compromising to anyone with sensitive sensibilities.

Their brief time apart almost has him speaking. Language hasn't been reinvented in this new reality. Verity's determined exploration of his mouth disconnects the effort. The taste isn't different. Just the texture. Slightly more bristled if she strays too far. Settled still now, between her knees and face to face properly Matt for the numberless time reminds himself to take it slow. Slow motions with his hands up her arms and behind her back. Somewhere in it his eyes have shut. It just feels right. No use for them here anyway.

He can't slow down his heart. Some things are beyond control.

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If she could dream about these kisses, she'd never want to wake up.

Slight, but she's pretty solidly muscle under that dress. Long months of long mornings with Samus. Nothing to him, but more than might be expected. The marble is cold beneath her, but he's so warm. Dimly, very dimly she's aware that it's freezing out and she's barely dressed. She's going to pay for this later. Shifting again, she pulls him closer so he's up against her again. Purely to keep warm, of course.

No talking yet. Talking will lead to thinking and confusion. Just kissing and enjoying for now. The bristles are a surprise, and she breaks off the kiss again to nuzzle briefly against his cheek. It makes her giggle. It's a good chance to catch their breath, but she's not going anywhere yet. There will be more kisses.

Firm, yes. And soft too. A healthy mix of both. Having a better idea of Samus in general, Matt knows what kind of a sensei she is. Verity also shows how good of a student.

Purely for warmth or whatever else, he's just as willing. His searching fingers don't feel a difference between soft flesh and tattoo. They skim up from one arm back to her neck and jaw, admiring the bone structure of her face and how it moves as she does. She has a beautiful face. It's been decided long ago but this confirms it.

Bristles to soft cheek is a very new sensation. He nearly giggles too with his smile as big as it is. Matt has a freehand to take one of hers and put it to his face.

Healthy is the goal. Everyone's a good student for Samus, or they're not a student anymore. She's got better things to do than waste her time on the unwilling and unappreciative. Verity, being both, has managed to work off the excess softness from her couch-and-wine days. Just in time, it seems, for someone else to enjoy it too.

She'd wonder what his fingers are searching for, if she were willing to think that much. For now, she intends to enjoy the ride and let him make it clear in his own good time. The touch on her neck has her shivering again. He might almost think she's very sensitive there. She moves her cheek away from his again to let his hands explore, but that's a good time to get back to kissing. Her opening is still soft and sweet, but she's less hesitant now with a hand cupping his cheek and her thumb rubbing along his cheekbone.

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Well, the two students Matt has encountered are willing and appreciative. And what are the chances he finds them to be wonderful people? There's something about Nexus.

Chances are Matt would have enjoyed Verity plenty then. How she is now though, it's already some kind of zenith he's working at scaling. Less hesitant and more daring feels good on her. And her hand on his features is a depth of intimacy that's hard to describe to fully sighted people. You can see a person against their will, to be acquainted with their face is another level. And when you add any kind of attraction or passion? It's a potent cocktail.

Now he's following her lead, not typical for dancing. Matt sighs and he relaxes into her touch. She wasn't the only one who had nerves to fight against. The pay off is huge. This is filled up with all of the times they saw one another and he didn't try to catch her lips in a kiss.

Probably. It's not the muscle tone he cares about, and she's not vain, but she's still secretly a little pleased someone's noticing it. Winter is the saddest time to maintain a bikini body.

Less hesitant and more daring feels good to her. The soft skin of his cheek and the bristles below contrast nicely, a lovely spice for the kissing. Being allowed to touch his face is intimate for her, too; she only rarely gets this close to anyone. The freedom to explore with more than her eyes is exulting. His lips remain delicious all on their own and she's happy to give them her attention again.

She wasn't expecting to take the lead, and she's not sure she knows this dance well enough yet, but there's a charm to knowing he trusts her enough. The way he sighs and relaxes is only going to encourage her. Her fingers leave his cheek to do a little exploring of her own, brushing lightly along his nose and up to his forehead. He feels just like he looks, but somehow different. That will require further investigation.

There are other activities where a bikini body might be handy for all seasons. Though the bikini itself should wait a few months. Alas!

Matt can tell that there's a significant amount of purpose and attention here. He's one of those works of art now. M. Murdock, medium: skin, muscles, bones. Except unlike a sculpture, he can't stay still not with how she kisses him, however slow and searching. His hands are really doing some progressive nun proud by keeping respectful even while making out.... that's sort of what they're doing. Matt's hand at Verity's back is feeling the curve of her spine through her dress and at her hip. The fluff and ruffle of her dress can't hide a lean, strong muscled thigh under there.

There's so much stimulation topped off with how soft and sweet the inside of her mouth is, how it makes his whole world simplify when their tongues touch. Is it even night and winter anymore? Matt feels like he's radiating heat.

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Those are more foreign to her than kissing. It might be bikini season again before she thinks about them.

Probably not, the way he's going.

Everything worth doing is worth doing well. She'd never want to disrespect him by not being attentive and careful when given such a glorious opportunity. As for being a work of art: yes, he is. His every line is a masterpiece; his mind is a revelation and his soul is divine. He makes her want to believe in things. Anything. Everything. His responsiveness is the only reason she can keep going without faltering or fear. He's contagious and she loves it. He is warm and bright; he is her sun.

But his hand on her thigh is startling. She gasps and draws back, cheeks flushing hot and bright; her hand covers his but doesn't remove it. Two deep breaths later and she leans forward again to rest her head on his shoulder and wrap her arms around him.

Forgive his mind for where it wanders. Just might be one of those things that he's prone to as a man and a sinner like everyone else. If it feels good than it must be bad for you.

But how can Verity be bad for him? She's had him charmed so slow and efficiently. She's sounds and words he could listen to at any given hour. That's how it goes when you've found music that touches you. She's warm and full of heart where reality and truth have been cold and unfair. The literal lens of life now has a rose tinted quality.

Oh. Matt swallows hard and his arms fold around her in return. Her heart beat is close to his and at least they're matching in sympathetic tempo. The blush said enough, paired with her gasp and the change to it all says enough too.

Not too much, Murdock. Step lightly.

"Happy New Year, Verity," he whispers with his lips moving against her warm forehead.

His mind can wander wherever it likes, she's not going to try and police his thoughts. Would it be ironic for the virgin in the relationship to argue it's not a sin?

It was just a little too much a little too soon. It was bound to happen, and she's clearly not upset about it. She just needs some time to think about what she wants and whether she's ready for it. The faint sound of his heartbeat is soothing, and so is the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he breathes. All the things that make him alive make her feel safe and sound.

Then his lips are on her forehead and she's smiling, lifting her head into the touch. "Happy New Year, Matt." So, clearly, she's not going to need that much time to think about it. "This was. You are."

Words. She knows so many. Where did they all go?

"Wow."

Very ironic. Though its fitting that the dynamic would ebb and flow. Relationships of any kind involve two hearts and minds, not just bodies. And Matt would never try and police her thoughts.

Too much it is. As long as she isn't upset. It would break his heart right now. Just what happens when your hopes are lifted up so high. They'll fall hard and fast. Verity has wisely selected a man that would give her all that time and live for a long time on the memory of this moment.

"Oh yeah?" Matt laughs a little and holds her tighter. "Good to know." Words can come back however they may. "I think you're wow too."

She doesn't mind being ironic until it isn't anymore.

Not upset. Right now, she doesn't think she could ever possibly be upset with him. That's just not something that exists in any of the infinite possibilities that surround them. This has been too perfect. And she'd never let his hopes fall without trying to catch them. She's known that pain too bitterly to ever want to inflict it on someone else.

The laughing makes her blush more, but soon she's laughing too. Yeah, she sounds ridiculous. It feels so good to laugh. "Thank you. For everything."

Someday she might be. That day isn't today. And if fate allows it not for a few days yet. Tonight is for only good things, it's been decided upon so it must be. And perfect is a very real descriptor for it.

Oh Verity. Even if she did mishandle his heart, Matt Murdock has a hard head and a sturdy heart. Well. Had. He already feels like it's not really his own possession anymore. That's one more thing to keep a lid on. A man doesn't take a lady to dance the first of the year for a complete whim. And a hero doesn't expose his truth a whole night for shits and giggles.

They're both ridiculous right now. "You're welcome." He'd do it all again in a heartbeat. "Did you...want to stick around for another dance?"

All the best things are tonight. And tomorrow. And forever, if she has any say.

Hard, sturdy, not hers to hold... she'd still be as gentle as she can be. He deserves to have someone taking care of him as much as he'll allow. She has some small idea what he's risking by being here with her like this. It'll take the rest of her life to repay him for the kindness. She's looking forward to it.

She hums softly, like she's thinking, while her fingers creep around to catch in the collar of his shirt to pull his head down the fraction of an inch needed to kiss him again. "Another, yes," she breathes against his lips. "More dancing too." But that will be later. This kiss is a little more playful, her lips almost pulling away from time to time before she adjusts her angle or the tilt of her head to kiss him in a new way.

A whole series of nights and tomorrows, days too. It seems far more obtainable than a distant dream.

Hers to have if not hold. Already getting a sense of her care and consideration, Matt knows that she wouldn't hurt him the way he has been hurt before. They have the same kind of tentative approach to trust. Maybe that's what makes the careful path to wherever it seems they're going to be less stressful on his end. It is worth the risk. Verity is welcomed to try whatever she likes. Matt wants or expects no repayment.

Head down a little more and he can't speak. Not with words. Matt tries to catch her every time playing hide and seek with every tilt and move. His arms stay around her smaller, warm frame. It's safe that way. Well. As safe as long, lingering kisses in the moonlight can be.

She's never more distant than his phone. Right now, she's never more distant than the thickness of their clothes.

Repayment, no. Reciprocation. They're both learning to trust each other in ways they've never trusted many people, if anyone at all. They'll both have their fits and starts. That's okay. The learning is part of the joy, for her; she has a chance to learn how to make a wonderful man happy. That's not something she's never expected to do in her life. It's a delightful kind of terror for her.

Words are overrated. Safety might be too, except nothing feels safer than his arms. He's the first really safe feeling she's had since, outside her brothers. Matt's a better listener and cuter, too. When it's time to let them both have a proper breath again she nuzzles the tip of her nose against his chin. One breath, two, a third if they're feeling generous. "I could do this all night," she admits.

At least a phone would be able to give him her voice no matter the distance. So far he's kept it here in Nexus. The leaps back to New York have offered the temptation. Sheesh there's a bit of that going around. The distance between their clothes is another sort of tempting that is being worked out as they go. Recognize the heat that can still be felt, the shape of her and appreciate it and...let it go. Also breathe. That's a big important step.

In this moment he feels very happy.

Matt's breath puffs over her forehead softly. He exhales through his nose and likes the way she smells this close. It's always a weird thought or compliment so he just smiles. "You can if you want to. I really don't mind." The awkwardness now and then is perfectly workable. For now he's been able to be excited but controlled. All that breathing exercises and training who knew they could be for other places. He tilts his own head now to kiss her forehead, over the arc of her eyebrow and to nose at her hairline.

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