"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.
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.
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?
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?"
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.
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.
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.
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."
Clint'll probably be happy with the beer and lose the cooler.
Manners are good. It's nice to still be shown that kind of respect in these situations--and to hear how much he needs it. Chest to chest, her hands on the headboard on either side of him, Verity lets him set the pace and rocks her hips to meet him. It's more fair with both of them moving, and more intense. "You would know," she answers with a smile. "I love you."
Maybe just...a whole cooler full. They'll collected the cooler later.
All respect and reverence owed. Matt never ever wants to be over how she's got the ability to short circuit all of his thoughts. His hands are steady and sliding, one hand for each of her breasts as he leans against the headboard, feeling and hearing it knock against the wall now and again. More intense. "Yes," he smiles and laughs a little before it's lost in a moan. Since she's got a good and steady grip on things he can be as rough as he pleases with kisses and bites like she's one more delicious thing from the kitchen.
Getting over it would require more cognitive processes than they have between them both at the moment. No danger of that. If she could think, she'd be wondering how that extra padding she put on the back of the headboard is working out. Or maybe she'd try to calculate the best angles for this. Fortunately, the latter is something her body does instinctively, adjusting her height and her hips until he's hitting all her buttons at once. All that padding isn't going to help when she's unable to stifle herself. He already knows she's not the quiet type; fucking and biting and kneading her breasts is practically begging her to wake the neighbors.
So long as they can park him and he won't feel like he's been tricked into the position. A grill master must stay at the grill, it's like being the captain of a ship.
Oh but his mind is really not there either. All in his brain is concentrating on the terrific sensations they're creating together. Nothing beats the friction and impact as they fuck. Frantic and steady... And with her on top, sounding as she does, he'll endure a thousand odd conversations and notes. At least it's a morning hour. The padding is sort of dulling the noise of the headboard. Matt isn't the person to ask.
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The kiss is awhile coming. It makes it taste even more delicate and worth savoring.
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It's a kiss she'll savor. And the one after.
"So are we up for the day? You want some breakfast?"
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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.
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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."
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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.
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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."
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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."
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"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.
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"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."
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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."
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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."
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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.
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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?"
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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."
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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."
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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."
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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."
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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.
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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.
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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?"
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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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Manners are good. It's nice to still be shown that kind of respect in these situations--and to hear how much he needs it. Chest to chest, her hands on the headboard on either side of him, Verity lets him set the pace and rocks her hips to meet him. It's more fair with both of them moving, and more intense. "You would know," she answers with a smile. "I love you."
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All respect and reverence owed. Matt never ever wants to be over how she's got the ability to short circuit all of his thoughts. His hands are steady and sliding, one hand for each of her breasts as he leans against the headboard, feeling and hearing it knock against the wall now and again. More intense. "Yes," he smiles and laughs a little before it's lost in a moan. Since she's got a good and steady grip on things he can be as rough as he pleases with kisses and bites like she's one more delicious thing from the kitchen.
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Getting over it would require more cognitive processes than they have between them both at the moment. No danger of that. If she could think, she'd be wondering how that extra padding she put on the back of the headboard is working out. Or maybe she'd try to calculate the best angles for this. Fortunately, the latter is something her body does instinctively, adjusting her height and her hips until he's hitting all her buttons at once. All that padding isn't going to help when she's unable to stifle herself. He already knows she's not the quiet type; fucking and biting and kneading her breasts is practically begging her to wake the neighbors.
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Oh but his mind is really not there either. All in his brain is concentrating on the terrific sensations they're creating together. Nothing beats the friction and impact as they fuck. Frantic and steady... And with her on top, sounding as she does, he'll endure a thousand odd conversations and notes. At least it's a morning hour. The padding is sort of dulling the noise of the headboard. Matt isn't the person to ask.
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