Matthew Murdock, Attorney at Law (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
fightlikehell) wrote2016-01-03 08:59 pm
fightlikehell) wrote2016-01-03 08:59 pm
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A little planning, a little preparation and a little prayer and Matt is ready. He shoots a text to Verity. Playing it cool and casual at first with Hey. Happy New Year's Eve! Doing anything tonight? Maybe he's jumping the gun but there's a good feeling in his gut. Already dressed, and already on his way.
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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.
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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.
Aww, that's cute. <3 bit.ly/1ZEv49O
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.
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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.
It is! It's what good kissing feels like. :)
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.
sign me up aw man
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.
My husband might object, sorry bb.
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.
lolol if the universe at large if it wanted to know and present me with opportunity I'm interested.
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.
That's fair. ;) It's worth the wait to find the right one.
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.
yes so v true
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.
Which I'm sure you will. In the meantime, bit.ly/1ZIJQMQ
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.
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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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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.
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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.
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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."
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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."
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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."
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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?"
"It's me! You're so cool!"
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.
it's a hoot
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.
Ha ha. :P
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.
owl never pass up the opportunity for a pun if it comes up :x
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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The wash of his warm breath over her skin makes her hum contentedly. That is something he can keep doing forever. Is it weird to compliment how someone smells? She thought that was the point of wearing perfume. "I didn't think you'd mind," she points out with a giggle. The kisses and nuzzles are so much more delightful than she thought was possible. She doesn't want it to stop.
There are things they need to talk about. Pasts and futures and expectations and fears, and for a moment, she almost does the responsible thing.
Fuck responsible. Tonight is for magic and dreams. Everything else can wait until she knows for certain.
"We should go someplace warmer before we freeze like this," she points out quietly, "although, what a way to go."
that seal won...for now
Any soft noise Verity makes is an audible reminder of where she is, it makes her face and throat move very, very slightly enough to also appear on his radar (for lack of a better definition). It's worthy of a compliment too. "I just wanted to be absolutely clear." Man, she can pull a laugh out of him like it's nothing.
So many things to talk about. And yet words aren't coming at all. Just more desire to kiss her mouth and holder tight. "We...really should." He clears his throat and lets go of her to shrug off his jacket. "We don't have to head home. I think there might be a really, really good burger place open if you're hungry." Kissing burns calories. So does dancing. And honestly, she could tell him they're going to Kalamazoo and Matt would be ready to walk all the way there with her tonight.
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She grumbles softly when he moves away and slides down from the railing to stop his hands. They have coats just inside, she'll be fine. The mention of food gets a little laugh from her. "Yeah, actually, that sounds really good. Please tell me they've got crispy fries there." He can walk with his arm around her shoulders, yeah? Because that's where she wants it to stay. He may have the fox-fur stole, but she's got him. She wins. "Lead the way, my bright devil."