(The risk is indeed greater the longer the wait carries on. Though with a healer girlfriend and a friendly, dutiful nurse he is in the best condition he can be considering. Those backrubs are indeed magical.)

Be it ever so humble, there is no place like home. Matt's ambition is for more, but he would never dismiss the comfort that this small office space has for him. This is their home. This is where something big starts. Their principles and practices will make Nelson and Murdock an institution that Thurgood Marshall would be proud of.

The pressure of her foot and the pull directly coincide with the size of his smile. He's pulled, so happily pulled to balance just enough on the desk. The rest of him, on the inside, is falling deep into her kisses living from one to the next. It's been days. Almost a whole week hasn't it? Matt sighs out happily close to her mouth. "I love you." Three little words to her confession, it may never seem to be said enough. "I'm sorry I've been away. I think about you all day." Now she's getting a dose of her own medicine as he slips from his perch on the desk to brace his arms on the chair. "What's she doing? How did she do her hair today? Is she happy?" Each question Verity could answer... only after she's dealt with her own barrage of kisses.

"You can't steal me if I want to go with you." Leave it to a lawyer to point out. "I already know that lunch will be delicious."