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.
Clint's assured her more than once that he likes to grill. She won't force him into anything.
You know what's overrated in times like this? Words. Words are so overrated. Sounds are good. Moaning and grunting, gasping and sighing are all they need to communicate. The volume varies, but the message stays the same. More, more, always wanting more. Verity tries to claim an almost savage kiss from him when she feels her peak approaching. Every muscle in her body starts to tense in anticipation. He knows what's coming next: the moans growing in frequency and pitch, the slight trembling while she fights to keep control, the tightening around him. The words might not be there, but the meaning is clear: please, please.
Such a wonderful family Verity has for herself. And all of them wonderful people. Matt should get to know them better.
Communication can happen without those pesky words. Matt speaks her language. She feels gorgeous and tense. He response in her kiss, that is just as biting and wild as their pace. If he doesn't keep up, he'll be left behind. More means faster, harder. He'll give as much as she does. Tightening means to stay deep, stay consistent. Matt takes to just holding her tight and burying any sound of his in her mouth and throat. The majority of his contribution in sound is from throwing his weight into the headboard and Verity. Not his fault he's just so low and rumbling, right? It vibrates right into her body and she just absorbs it.
She's lucky to have found a good brother to look after her, yeah.
He's fluent in the language, but she's never doubted that. A brush of his fingertips lets him read her as surely as any Braille. The rumble of his pleasure tells her what she needs to know. She breaks away from the kiss to gasp for breath before diving back in, throwing all her energy and enthusiasm into riding him. It's a good thing he's holding on, it's a bumpy ride. Her hips grind down against his at every meeting. Deep and consistent and so perfectly proportioned means he has her cumming before she's fully aware of what's happening. Her muscles clench and she gasps against his lips and that's his warning. It's a wonder she remembers to try and stifle her cries of pleasure in another kiss.
Looking after Verity is a task also means to be in a league of select few to also be watched.
"Yes," he gasps softly. It could just be another low and rough breath. He can't help it in the wake of her released. The hyper sensitivity makes his part in their joining, in the ride even more breathtaking. Clenched so tight he just keeps them together and writhes. Stifled or freed, she sounds amazing as she feels. Losing awareness of himself he comes.
Clint does need his fair amount of caretaking. But their strengths are so different it works out pretty well.
"Yes," she whimpers against his lips. Feeling him writhing beneath her when every nerve is on fire very nearly sets her off again. Clumsy hands try to press one of his into service helping with that. A little more direct stimulation on her clit is all it takes--whether he's able to rub or just be rubbed against, when he cums she has another little peak too.
"Yes, oh yes." Hope he wasn't planning to go anywhere, because she's collapsing on top of him now. Her head lands on his shoulder and her hands grip whatever she can find to keep from sliding off of him and possibly out of bed entirely because what even is cohesion she's melting.
They're quite the collection, all of them. How wonderful and unexpected everyone comes together from these twists in time and space.
All she has to do is prompt. His own movements are less keen as fireworks go off under his skin and in his mind. Her hand, his hand and the urgent circling of his thumb pulling her to climax again. Matt moans in agreement. Why would he even want to go anywhere. There are remaining jolts in him as he feels Verity constrict again. They're more pronounced in this position or maybe just the clear awareness of wellness. Only when he's sure that there won't be another little peak to climb does he stop rubbing her clit to hold her up and to him.
Talk about a good morning. Sweat at his forehead spikes his hair as it rests on her shoulder.
He is so, so good to her. That's the first thought going through her head when she can think again. With his arms around her, she feels so safe. There's no need to go anywhere, he was right all along. She'll tell him. Later. When she can talk. First, she wants to focus on movements. Breathing, then hands, then lips. Those are her priorities. Catching her breath means she can try to pick herself, with a hand cupping the back of his head to ease him off her shoulder so she can kiss him.
Such a good morning. And it's still early enough they can do it all again later.
And then some. Whatever it takes to ensure that their bonds stay ironclad. It's the little things, like beer, like coming together. Matt needs to do more of that.
Oh? His thoughts are how amazing she is. How loving and how much this moment means as the other sounds of the morning are coming back to him with the slowing of their breath and heartbeats. Settled and safe is mutual. Matt murmurs, "I love you" into her skin. Verity will find that he is even more responsive and malleable to her touch. Right into her kiss. This is the life.
A good start for the morning. There is the whole rest of the day too. Matt feels his eyelids getting a little heavy. He'd rather wait to move. She's still full and the beautiful ache hasn't set into his bones. It's about taking care of her right now. The way she deserves.
It'd be good for him. For all of them. If nothing else, couldn't hurt to have a more experienced hero on speed dial.
The murmuring makes her hum, happy and at peace. She swallows, works her tongue a bit to make sure she remembers how, and manages an, "Love you too." Then there'll be more kissing, it's easier. Soft kisses, gentle loving ones, kisses inspired by feelings instead of trying to inspire feelings. Most of her still feels half melted, but the kissing she's focused on making good.
At least, until the yawn sneaks up on her. "Mmm.... sleepy?" They could go back to sleep now, he's done what she demanded.
A more experienced hero on speed dial? Daredevil needs all the help he can get. Ten square city blocks and all around it are more tricky than anyone would believe.
Humming, she must know that's one of his favorite things. She herself is at the top with the things she does following after. Like the kissing. Ones like these he takes as they come, one into the other. Matt is completely melting all thanks to her focus and feelings. Love has a flavor. He can taste it right now.
He has to fight his own yawn in return. Laughing, completely adoring it with a nuzzle and tighter coil of his arms helps. "Uh huh." So he draws up their canopy again and slowly starts to scoot, doing his best to keep them together and in some semblance of laying down. Verity's list of demands can grow. He's listening. Matt always is.
Granted, it's Clint Barton. Beautiful Human Disaster. Also, deaf. It'll be very interesting.
She's learned that he's fond of the humming, yeah. It's one of the reasons she keeps doing it. When he starts responding to it, she nuzzles into his shoulder so he can enjoy it even more. They can melt together, that sounds lovely. Love is for all the senses, he's taught her that. Taste and sound, humming and kisses.
Arms snugged up around her and a nuzzle are only going to keep her humming. When he moves she tries to move with him, with the same aim of staying together. Once they've made enough progress she pulls the pillows back into the positions he likes. He'll be her pillow now if he's not letting go. "Love you, so much," she whispers near his skin. "Sweet dreams."
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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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You know what's overrated in times like this? Words. Words are so overrated. Sounds are good. Moaning and grunting, gasping and sighing are all they need to communicate. The volume varies, but the message stays the same. More, more, always wanting more. Verity tries to claim an almost savage kiss from him when she feels her peak approaching. Every muscle in her body starts to tense in anticipation. He knows what's coming next: the moans growing in frequency and pitch, the slight trembling while she fights to keep control, the tightening around him. The words might not be there, but the meaning is clear: please, please.
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Communication can happen without those pesky words. Matt speaks her language. She feels gorgeous and tense. He response in her kiss, that is just as biting and wild as their pace. If he doesn't keep up, he'll be left behind. More means faster, harder. He'll give as much as she does. Tightening means to stay deep, stay consistent. Matt takes to just holding her tight and burying any sound of his in her mouth and throat. The majority of his contribution in sound is from throwing his weight into the headboard and Verity. Not his fault he's just so low and rumbling, right? It vibrates right into her body and she just absorbs it.
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He's fluent in the language, but she's never doubted that. A brush of his fingertips lets him read her as surely as any Braille. The rumble of his pleasure tells her what she needs to know. She breaks away from the kiss to gasp for breath before diving back in, throwing all her energy and enthusiasm into riding him. It's a good thing he's holding on, it's a bumpy ride. Her hips grind down against his at every meeting. Deep and consistent and so perfectly proportioned means he has her cumming before she's fully aware of what's happening. Her muscles clench and she gasps against his lips and that's his warning. It's a wonder she remembers to try and stifle her cries of pleasure in another kiss.
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"Yes," he gasps softly. It could just be another low and rough breath. He can't help it in the wake of her released. The hyper sensitivity makes his part in their joining, in the ride even more breathtaking. Clenched so tight he just keeps them together and writhes. Stifled or freed, she sounds amazing as she feels. Losing awareness of himself he comes.
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"Yes," she whimpers against his lips. Feeling him writhing beneath her when every nerve is on fire very nearly sets her off again. Clumsy hands try to press one of his into service helping with that. A little more direct stimulation on her clit is all it takes--whether he's able to rub or just be rubbed against, when he cums she has another little peak too.
"Yes, oh yes." Hope he wasn't planning to go anywhere, because she's collapsing on top of him now. Her head lands on his shoulder and her hands grip whatever she can find to keep from sliding off of him and possibly out of bed entirely because what even is cohesion she's melting.
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All she has to do is prompt. His own movements are less keen as fireworks go off under his skin and in his mind. Her hand, his hand and the urgent circling of his thumb pulling her to climax again. Matt moans in agreement. Why would he even want to go anywhere. There are remaining jolts in him as he feels Verity constrict again. They're more pronounced in this position or maybe just the clear awareness of wellness. Only when he's sure that there won't be another little peak to climb does he stop rubbing her clit to hold her up and to him.
Talk about a good morning. Sweat at his forehead spikes his hair as it rests on her shoulder.
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He is so, so good to her. That's the first thought going through her head when she can think again. With his arms around her, she feels so safe. There's no need to go anywhere, he was right all along. She'll tell him. Later. When she can talk. First, she wants to focus on movements. Breathing, then hands, then lips. Those are her priorities. Catching her breath means she can try to pick herself, with a hand cupping the back of his head to ease him off her shoulder so she can kiss him.
Such a good morning. And it's still early enough they can do it all again later.
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Oh? His thoughts are how amazing she is. How loving and how much this moment means as the other sounds of the morning are coming back to him with the slowing of their breath and heartbeats. Settled and safe is mutual. Matt murmurs, "I love you" into her skin. Verity will find that he is even more responsive and malleable to her touch. Right into her kiss. This is the life.
A good start for the morning. There is the whole rest of the day too. Matt feels his eyelids getting a little heavy. He'd rather wait to move. She's still full and the beautiful ache hasn't set into his bones. It's about taking care of her right now. The way she deserves.
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The murmuring makes her hum, happy and at peace. She swallows, works her tongue a bit to make sure she remembers how, and manages an, "Love you too." Then there'll be more kissing, it's easier. Soft kisses, gentle loving ones, kisses inspired by feelings instead of trying to inspire feelings. Most of her still feels half melted, but the kissing she's focused on making good.
At least, until the yawn sneaks up on her. "Mmm.... sleepy?" They could go back to sleep now, he's done what she demanded.
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Humming, she must know that's one of his favorite things. She herself is at the top with the things she does following after. Like the kissing. Ones like these he takes as they come, one into the other. Matt is completely melting all thanks to her focus and feelings. Love has a flavor. He can taste it right now.
He has to fight his own yawn in return. Laughing, completely adoring it with a nuzzle and tighter coil of his arms helps. "Uh huh." So he draws up their canopy again and slowly starts to scoot, doing his best to keep them together and in some semblance of laying down. Verity's list of demands can grow. He's listening. Matt always is.
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She's learned that he's fond of the humming, yeah. It's one of the reasons she keeps doing it. When he starts responding to it, she nuzzles into his shoulder so he can enjoy it even more. They can melt together, that sounds lovely. Love is for all the senses, he's taught her that. Taste and sound, humming and kisses.
Arms snugged up around her and a nuzzle are only going to keep her humming. When he moves she tries to move with him, with the same aim of staying together. Once they've made enough progress she pulls the pillows back into the positions he likes. He'll be her pillow now if he's not letting go. "Love you, so much," she whispers near his skin. "Sweet dreams."