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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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."