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Matthew Murdock, Attorney at Law ([personal profile] 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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[personal profile] brave_heart_verity 2016-01-19 05:47 pm (UTC)(link)
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."
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[personal profile] brave_heart_verity 2016-01-20 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
"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."