(It's not like he allows himself to be benched for long.)
It's not a competition, no. But it is a problem, or it could be if they're not careful. One she's been letting him shoulder alone for too long. She had her reasons and she knows he understands, but that doesn't mean she's going to keep waiting for him to solve everything. She's a big girl and she's allowed to go out and get what she wants.
If that means shouldering some of his problems, that's only fair. She's not much of a hero, but Hell's Kitchen needs help and Matt needs her, so. He's going to have to help her figure out what to do. There's no 'How to Date a Superhero' handbook.
She's wearing her special perfume, yes. Of course! She always wears it for him. The way he moves under her hands makes her breath hitch. Could it be any more clear that her appetite isn't for food anymore? "Don't make promises you can't keep, Matthew Michael Murdock. We both know we need our jobs for annoying things like paying the bills." She tries to keep it light, but there's a frisson of real frustration. They both know it isn't the bills that keep them apart.
"I brought extra in case there were clients here." There's a split second where she almost doesn't let him go. But go they must, and she'll take his hand with a sigh of pleasure. Whatever's left in the kitchenette, she goes for the bundle of pussy willows first. One branch is delicately separated from the others before she turns to tickle his cheek with the fuzzy nub at the tip. "And I was pretty sure he wouldn't eat these."
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It's not a competition, no. But it is a problem, or it could be if they're not careful. One she's been letting him shoulder alone for too long. She had her reasons and she knows he understands, but that doesn't mean she's going to keep waiting for him to solve everything. She's a big girl and she's allowed to go out and get what she wants.
If that means shouldering some of his problems, that's only fair. She's not much of a hero, but Hell's Kitchen needs help and Matt needs her, so. He's going to have to help her figure out what to do. There's no 'How to Date a Superhero' handbook.
She's wearing her special perfume, yes. Of course! She always wears it for him. The way he moves under her hands makes her breath hitch. Could it be any more clear that her appetite isn't for food anymore? "Don't make promises you can't keep, Matthew Michael Murdock. We both know we need our jobs for annoying things like paying the bills." She tries to keep it light, but there's a frisson of real frustration. They both know it isn't the bills that keep them apart.
"I brought extra in case there were clients here." There's a split second where she almost doesn't let him go. But go they must, and she'll take his hand with a sigh of pleasure. Whatever's left in the kitchenette, she goes for the bundle of pussy willows first. One branch is delicately separated from the others before she turns to tickle his cheek with the fuzzy nub at the tip. "And I was pretty sure he wouldn't eat these."