fightlikehell | call in sick

Grip for grip it is. And sensing that it isn't enough, at least for her own good, he makes the first move to come closer.

Matt blinks as he listens. It's not disappointment for what won't be that strikes his heart but what it would have taken her to make the decision. He leans to touch his forehead to her's. "I'm sorry I pushed you to tell me before you were comfortable. You don't have to apologize, Verity. That must have been incredibly difficult to do let alone have to talk about to your dopey, curse recovering boyfriend at...." he furrows his brow and tilts his head. "It's 4AM? 5AM?"

At any rate he moves to kiss her forehead. "I love you. And I don't think I'm a suitable father with the choices I've made." This is the first time he says it out loud.

Ver lets out a breath when he approaches, closing her eyes and leaning toward him. Forehead to forehead, she releases his hand to wrap her arms around him. "It was hard," she admits. "I'm kinda glad you know." There's a clock, but neither of them can see it right now. So the question gets a shrug. "Early. It's okay. The time doesn't matter."

The kiss makes her sigh, but the words make her a little teary. "I love you too. I love you so much."

Forehead to forehead and now arms, that's an improvement. Matt reaches to pull her close too and rest against the headboard and what's left of the pillows. "Thank you for telling me. I'm sorry I put you on the spot." Like this. He lightly shakes his head at himself. "I'm terrifically blessed with you and all that you are. Don't even worry about what I think. We can think about our future together as you and me."

Salt and a dip in her voice. Oh Verity. "I love you," he says again with certainty and he tips her chin to be able to kiss one eye lid.

"It's okay. It's not like there's an easier way to segue into the topic," she points out. She almost has some humor in her voice. "What was I supposed to say, 'gee, honey, I hope the only babies you like are carrots'?" Silly Matt. Silly and sweet. She'll shift again to lean against him, head on his shoulder and cuddled against his side. "I'm so glad we have a future."

Well. Now he knows her dirty little secret. "I love you too." If he's going to tip her chin up only so far, she's going to finish the job and give him a kiss.

"I guess not." There are harder too. Her little joke pulls up a ghost of a smile. "Quiches are the other kinds I like." Carrots are good for the eyes they say. Oh Murdock. Matt tightens his arms around her. "We do have a future, love. My sweet, sweet, love." It's a sigh of relief and gratitude at the pressure of her head on his shoulder, how her hair feels on his bare skin, flesh to flesh.

The kiss is awhile coming. It makes it taste even more delicate and worth savoring.

"Quiches. I'll keep that in mind." Much harder. And now it's done. Ver's so glad he understands. However disappointing this is. The reassurances help. Skin to skin is the best way to be. Maybe this is the best possible time to talk about these things. "A nice future," she hopes.

It's a kiss she'll savor. And the one after.

"So are we up for the day? You want some breakfast?"

She's never disappointing. And being frank about what some distant tomorrow may (in this case may not) have will only make their planning more thorough, more real. Matt can't find it in his heart to be disappointed in her. How could he raise a family while raising his fists to crime? Taking the time to be with Verity and their duel reality existence is also something that would be a logistic hardship. And Nelson and Murdock would need far more clients. It's enough to make your head spin.

He comes back to the moment. Verity's lingering perfume, the ticking of a clock. Their breathing. "It's going to be nice because I'll be with you." If he had a million dollars he'd bet on it out of that much certainty.

"No, let's....stay in longer." The comforter and blanket are pulled back up and around them once more.

It's good he isn't disappointed; she'd have a hard time living with the knowledge she'd disappointed him about something like this. But she's disappointed, mostly in herself for having a stupid little hope he might choose her someday. That they might have a real family, somehow, that...

She knew he never would. But hope is evil like that, it sneaks in when you're not looking.

"Yeah. It'll be so nice." She'll be with him, and that's enough. Whatever he can give her will be enough. When the comforter's pulled up she sighs and cuddles in closer. "Thank you."

It'd be more disappointing to have to refuse her anything. The decision is out of their hands. At least in some way. Matt will not try and depress her or give her false hope with the story of Sarah. She was well beyond childbearing years and God wanted her pregnant and so she was. A real love is what they need, a real family? That comes in different shapes, sizes and forms.

Any life, any time with her is worth the effort. Hope should never be cruel or evil. It springs for a reason.

Some babies are furry.

The comforter canopy goes up and over his head too as he hunkers down against her. "We're not going anywhere for the next nine hours or so. Just want to put that out there." Matt kisses her shoulder and then finds her mouth in that effortless way he does.

No, Matt, puppies are not babies.

If it were only the wanting of a baby, she'd be more than capable of adopting one. It's the wanting of a family that needs his cooperation. She knows the pain of growing up without a father and she won't inflict that on anyone else if she can help it. And she knows the heroing will always come first, so. There's no point in telling him. It's all perfectly logical.

She giggles when he pulls the comforter up and over their heads. "Nine hours?" Kissing her is a good way to keep her from arguing about that. Mostly. Eventually, he has to let her up for air. "I'm going to get thirsty."

Adopting would mean that some orphan out there would be given a chance he never had for a second family. Or a first. A mother and a father together is the ideal arrangement. But could he be a father that he should trying to defend a city? The sad, solid answer at this juncture is no. Logic is what hurts. Not hope. Matt would never want to let Verity down for any reason. To let her and any young life they'd hope to nurture get anything less than they deserve?

This is heavy stuff for so early in the day.

"Too many? What about eight? Seven?" More kisses come and it makes it warmer where they're curled up in the best kind of way.

"I have legs. I'll get you whatever you want."

The only person in this relationship who really disappoints Verity is herself. Never fear, Matt, you're still wonderful in her eyes.

"Too few," she counters, shifting to kneel with a knee on either of him. "I want at least a dozen of your hours. But we'll both want food, too. So we should negotiate some meal breaks. I know, having to stand up is going to be horrible, but for you, I'll find a way to work through it."

Well-played, Mister Fancy Lawyer-Man. Getting her to negotiate for exactly what you wanted.

That's not enough, still. He couldn't possibly allow her to feel bad about herself when he loves her so. She is wonderful to him.

"Ah, so twelve or thirteen." Arms fit so well around her, they'll stay that way. "Hmmm," he hums thoughtfully with his head against her shoulder. "Well, I know that there is a very packed refrigerator and at least a handful of things that only need to be microwaved. Let's start negotiations when we're good and ready for them. You should be lazy and relaxing at least eight or nine of the twelve to thirteen hours."

Matt doesn't allow her to feel or not feel anything. He's not that much the boss of her.

In this, one or the other of them is going to be hurt, and he's not so good at stopping her from martyring herself sometimes.

"At least," she presses. His arms are a perfect fit around her. She'll find a way to fit hers around him too while she nuzzles into his hair. If asked, she'd protest she's just letting him think about it. Yeah, right. "I find cooking relaxing," she points out, "but I'll concede not everything needs to be complicated. So when it's time for breakfast, I'll make something really simple. But. If I'm going to be lazy and relaxing for at least eight hours, so are you."

Ah, it's true. So true. He has not that power or authority. She's her own person. And his will can't be exerted so very much no matter what heights and depths his love for her goes.

Two martyrs. How will they get by? Matt at least has someone to demonstrate the frustration he puts Verity and others through at last. Must someone be hurt?

Between the blankets and the embraces it feels like that isn't possible. "Alright. So it is spoken. So it must be."

You can lead a horse to water... and you can trust a Verity to be smarter than she is stubborn. Barely.

Maybe they'll find something better to use that wood for?

"Mm, yes. Because clearly, I'm the boss of everything." Oh, look what she's found, an ear. It gets a delicate kiss. "Besides, you know I need your good example if I'm going to do it right." This is not relaxing, is it?

Good.

Very smart and very stubborn. Oh and very kind. Very generous. Very frustrating. Are there any qualities that are just kind of? Matt can't think of any.

Perhaps a beach side bonfire. Or kindling for when the weather dips again.

His laugh rumbles as as it stops he relaxes even more. "You're the grand master and chief facilitator of everything." Matt feels his ear and cheek warm at that kiss. "And I am delighted to help the cause. Fitted more tightly together with her on him and around him, there's no way this can be bad.

"Now that we have negotiated time, food... what else?"

She's only kind of crazy about him?

A bonfire would be fun. Going to the beach with him would be like a vacation, even if it was just for a day. Given how busy he is, she'll take what she can get.

Ver hums against his ear before moving her lips lower, into the hollow behind the ear, where she leaves another light kiss. The feel of his skin warming against hers coaxes out an almost predatory smile; her lips and teeth are going to get to work reminding him what happens when she's in charge.

"Since you woke me up, you have to help me get back to sleep."

Kind of crazy is acceptable because we don't want any padded rooms or straight jackets. They're not very useful for cuddling anyway.

It is getting warmer. Perhaps that would be a good social gathering. Just enough of an excuse to get out, see other people or... merely see each other. Could it be that Matt Murdock is developing social tendencies outside of his very small circle of friends?

The more she ventures, the more he warms and his hands take to less of a clutching press and more to a slow, rubbing motion to slip under whatever she may still have on. His mouth drops to her collarbone, it's a nifty place to start. There he can feel her pulse.

"Mmmhmm, I can do that. There are ways."

Padded rooms aren't all that comfortable really.

Verity would appreciate a chance to introduce Matt to her friends. He should at least meet her brother. She was good about including his friends in their life, after all; he kinda owes her a chance. If she can learn to be social, so can he.

Very little gets worn to bed, and now that it's not so cold at night, little gets pulled on when she's half-asleep either. All she's wearing right now is one of the tiny silk nightgowns he seems to like so much. He's welcome to venture wherever he wants, above or below the fabric. As always. His mouth on her collarbone makes her moan and latch onto his earlobe with her lips. He's going to get it now.

"Yes," she whispers. "Please."

Horrible amenities in every location it is offered at is the general idea. They best steer clear from places like that. Just a hint of proper madness about one another.

He absolutely owes her the chance. And just generally owes her. Christ above, Murdock. You're so very lucky to have her. Looks like a beach cook out and bonfire is in the future.

One of the reasons he seems to like them so much is because just how tiny they are, how silken and how easily they can be added or removed from the real treat of her body. Matt's rough fingertips push up the hem at her hip. Her lips, her whisper and the hair is lifting on the back of his neck and his blood runs hotter. Call him a light switch but he's on just like that. He only bothered with sleep pants because of being warm. There's not that much between them. Enough for her to know that he's on board with the plan.

"So polite, sweetheart."

Oh, the horrors. The troubles she puts him through, wanting him to spend a whole day at the beach having fun. She's trouble through and through.

She has no complaints about how quickly he responds to her. She'd be a hypocrite of she teased, given how readily she responds to him. Her shoulder lifts briefly, nudging his lips off her skin so she can kiss him. Her kiss is hot and hungry now. Feeling him respond has turned her slow simmer all the way up to a boil.

"Mm-hmm. Yes. Proper New York manners," she jokes. A shifting of her knees and her weight lets her hips press more firmly against his.

Now with their powers combined, they'll plan it out. A real day of being at ease with other people. His and her penchant for trouble, well, Nexus and New York will have to deal with it. A whole day at the beach with her and the good people. Of course it will be a fun day.

Mouth to mouth and he shifts under her. Matt moans into her mouth at the firm contact. He has to stop touching her at least once to shove away his pants so they can come together the right way. "I love New York, " he laughs against her lips before saying, "I love you." That little silk thing can take a rest somewhere on its own. Matt pulls at it with more insistence.

So much fun. Clint can grill, she'll handle the sides, and someone'll have to make sure they've got beach balls and things. They'll manage it.

It's hard to keep the kiss going when he's doing things like that. Feeling him move under her makes her moan; once he's free for it, she lifts her hips and lowers herself onto him. "I love you too," she sighs. "God, you feel good." His insistent pulling is ignored until her hips are situated properly against his. Then she'll let him go long enough to pull it off and toss it aside. Their comforter canopy may be a casualty. "This what you wanted, honey?"

Beach balls, a limbo stick, a Frisbee... A thing like this needs planning and lists. Willis and Murdock are on duty. It's going to happen. Clint will get a very, very nice beer cooler for his grill master position.

Since they're not kissing he can gasp and sound right with her. When they fit together he holds her to him. Nothing like the way they fit, nothing like it in all the world. "Yes," he answers remembering also she asked him a question. Hah. "Yes, please." His turn for manners. Slip and canopy free there's more fresh air and a little more room. Matt can now be chest to chest as he starts them up in a solid, steady motion. "You're beautiful."

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