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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.

Edited 2016-01-19 02:28 (UTC)

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.

He can call her whenever from wherever. Waking her up in the middle of the night to ask a silly question might get some grumbling from her, but it wouldn't last. Just like this waiting won't last forever. His patience will be rewarded. The breathing they'll need to keep working on.

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."

So far he hasn't just yet. Maybe because he's been here. Knowing that she's out there only so many streets over has been helpful. And restless nights aren't really ones he has here in Nexus.

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.

Edited 2016-01-20 00:37 (UTC)

"Thoughtful of you." Full and informed consent is so sexy.

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."

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