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[fightlikehell]

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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it's a hoot

[fightlikehell]

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.

Ha ha. :P

[brave_heart_verity]

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.

owl never pass up the opportunity for a pun if it comes up :x

[fightlikehell]

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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[brave_heart_verity]

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."

that seal won...for now

[fightlikehell]

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.

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[brave_heart_verity]

"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."