[It's a familiar trek actually. Matt has come to know it well. With or without sight he's sure he could make it there. The conversation peaks and flows as they walk. The closer to her apartment the more a heavy brick of nerves settles in his gut. How far is this going to go? How far are they going to go?
They've made it to the lobby and the elevator up. She knows the way from here and still...]
[ All during the walk, Natasha goes through the mental list of why she shouldn't let this go any faster than it already is. She knows they should be slower this time. Matt did lie to her about a lot of things. About a huge facet of his life and person.
It turns out it's a short list. And every time, there's a small voice that reminds her of how much she's kept from Matt. Either by omission or always sidestepping the subject.
And, beyond all that, she misses him. Misses his presence, his voice, his warmth and laugh. They've spent days apart by now. Almost two weeks of barely meeting or talking. A few texts here and there, now meeting at a carnival.
And now he was walking her home. She turns and looks at him when he speaks, ]
But?
[ He obviously wants to say something, she'll give him the chance in case what she suggests may end up seeming 'too fast'. ]
[Weight it all out is the smart thing to do. And Matt adores the fact that she is smart. It's obvious he adores many things about her. Now they're right outside the door of her apartment. Have they even bothered letting go of one another's hands? Not by his choice.
He should let her be. He should go home and think. Maybe search his heart to see if he can ever really offer her anything she'd need emotionally. Matt Murdock has his own baggage that sure as shit is not lightening up any time soon. He rubs his mouth before answering her question.]
There's no but. I just want to say I'm aware and I accept that you need your space whenever you want it.
[Maybe like now because of how he's leaning closer to her. Close enough to hear her blink.]
That's something different entirely then, isn't it?
[He closes the distance between them and cranes his neck. It should be more than clear that he means to kiss her, going so far to tilt her chin up with their still joined hands.]
[ That gets her to grin before she's leaning in to meet his lips. It's the first time they've kissed in weeks. Her free arm goes up to wrap around his neck and pull him down and closer to her, deepening the kiss in no time. ]
[Weeks. The weight of it hangs in the air, on his skin and in his heart. He'll go deeper, closer. Matt hand slips along her jaw and into her hair, pressing her the door.
Gosh, they're still in the hallway aren't they?
The last thing he wants to do is stop kissing her.]
[ They are indeed still in the hallway and Natasha knows she needs to break the kiss and pull away. The length of time they've gone without kissing, fucking, doing anything intimate, is lighting up every nerve in her body like fire.
[His world has narrowed to her body heat and heartbeat. Their tongues slide and a rumble of a sound is in the back of his throat to not fully form. Pulling apart and the first lung full of fresh air makes him dizzy.
Yeah, they should part. Matt's mouth is glossed with their saliva, his glasses slipping down his nose.]
Yeah.
[The cane he collapsed when they got into the building, shoved into his back pocket. It takes all the will power in the world to let her get her keys. That doesn't mean he can't touch her hair, brush it off her shoulder and lean to kiss her neck.]
[ She's glad to see she's not the only person affected by this. It's always been a wonderful thing how compatible they are on multiple levels; especially sexually.
She breathes a laugh at the kisses to her neck, trying to get the damn door open and not just stop and lean back into him. Once she gets it open, she makes herself walk in and away from him. She gets a light on and tosses the devil plushie onto the couch before turning back to him. If he isn't inside, she will tug him in by the front of his shirt. ]
[She's electric and Matt feels super charged. The uncertainty is now out of his body and into his head. And even there it's not as loud as all the thoughts that are focused on what they can do with each other, to each other.
Natasha steps away and Matt is right behind. That little pull helps. The door shuts a little roughly. It's the force of how it shut out the day, Eudio and anything that isn't right here. He's on her again, harder and gripping at her ass to lift her up so that they're the same height. Wouldn't you know that they're nearly where they started in a deep, melting kiss. This time there's more energy, more bite.]
[ She welcomes him back with unbridled enthusiasm, wrapping her arms around his neck again and letting out a small moan at being pulled up by her ass. A leg wraps around his hips and she's already rolling hers against him.
They honestly have no need for foreplay this time around. ]
Grinding up against her is foreplay enough. He's hard and not shy about letting her know it as they move together.
Days and hours without her, Matt wants everything. He pushes Natasha into the wall of her entry way, from there it's a near frantic descent that pulls them both down, down until he's on his knees and now with his hands up under her shirt from the back to unclasp her bra. It's a cinch but his hands keep moving. More to undo.]
[ She doesn't mind the frantic nature of it all. She feels much the same, wanting everything he can give her and then some. She gets her shirt off, bra following. her hands find his shirt and end up ripping the buttons off of it in her haste to get it open and off of him. ]
[Each button pops and pings on the floor...somewhere. Matt exhales and is a very short distance from her mouth. He chuckles. It's getting crazy fast.
That doesn't mean stopping. He has her jeans undone and reaches for the thin fabric of her underwear at her hip. Enough force and willpower--does he really have it in short supply?--pops the seam and elastic.
Before going anywhere else his teeth attach to her bottom lip to suck and bite.]
[ She's glad to hear him laugh. Even more so when he rips her panties. That causes her to gasp before she dissolves into giggles, arms going around him again and tugging on his upper lip to work it into a kiss.
On hand works to rip the rest of his shirt off while the other goes into his hair, giving it a tug so she can nip along his jaw. ]
[Giggling ah that's a whole different reaction and chemical release in his brain. Matt pries Natasha from the wall finally making it to the floor. He's going right down with her, on top of her.
Tugging at his hair gets him to growl. He'd never deny her, not now. Both hands pull until her jeans are off her hips and catch on the swell of her ass and with the extra yank he can fully smell how aroused she is.]
Jesus Christ.
[An illicit whisper if there was one out of him. Matt now is frantically trying to undo his belt, his own denim.]
[The word is almost a moan. Pants off, boxers are somewhere around his his hips. Good enough. His face tilts to her touch and voice.]
I want you so bad.
[Natasha's strong legs around his hips leaves her open to him. She's a painting of sensation in his world of fire. Matt grips the base of his cock and starts to close the distance between them.]
[ Before he can thrust into her, she grips his shoulders and rolls them over. Now she's on top of him, straddling him between her thighs. ]
Good.
[ She sounds breathless but surprisingly in control. She grabs his cock and presses the shaft against her wetness before she starts rolling her hips, rubbing against him, back arches slightly, her other hand gripping one of his thighs.
She moans, ]
God. I don't know how you keep doing this to me. I want you all the time. Feel like I could do this all the time. As long as it's with you.
[The roll is unexpected. He grunts. Chances are she's fought men heavier, larger than himself and made mince meat out of them. She is sort of doing something similar right now.
Matt's brow's furrow and his arms grip at her thigh and hip. His cock is buried in her heat, not in the way he wanted or expected.]
Natasha.
[For a second he can't speak but just roll in a counter motion. Her pussy is so wet for him. She smells, so good. And he is doing something to her?]
[ She's always enjoyed sex. She's also used it as a weapon a lot of times. But since meeting Matt, she wants more of it. Enjoys it every time. Feels closer to him after each coupling. She's not sure if now is the best time for the L-word. So she just leans down and brushes her lips against Matt's. ]
You want me? Then take me.
[ A challenge? An order? Maybe both. Maybe she just wants to see what he'll do. ]
[He said so. More than that, his hair is on end and his heart is drumming. The proof of it is right between her legs, coated with her. Two whole weeks with out her. That's half of a month.
Matt can hear her own heart keeping the tempo, it's elevated and steady. A captivating rhythm that rises and falls with the swell of their motion. His fingers slide into her hair. A slow, light kiss is not what he wants. Deeper. Hotter like it would burn away they time they had a part and take down the walls that might still divide them.
With the grip on her head and his other on her hip he makes them flip yet again. Is she going to make this easy?]
[ She wants the same things he wants. But she also wants to give up some control. She wants to let herself go. And she knows Matt will have to force her to. She encourages it by holding him down and nails digging into his skin.
She wants him to lose a little control, too.
It's a dangerous sort of game but she trusts him. After everything over the past weeks, this is her way of showing she trusts him. ]
[The push back is unexpected but he's not concerned. The stinging press of her fingernails in his flesh is pleasure to his heightened nerves. Matt still growls at the effort. That grip in her hair intensifies, close to the scalp. Better to keep them in the kiss that is making him just as dizzy and wild. Now that he's on top of her again it takes all his will power to not just dive in to her body. As spontaneous as this is, he can't miss the significance of trust.
He pushes her knees together and to the side. Whether she stays down or not, it's up to her. The blunt head of his cock presses up against the swell of her behind and rubs before dipping lower to nearly her thighs were he can touch her puss again.]
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They've made it to the lobby and the elevator up. She knows the way from here and still...]
Listen, I know things are still precarious.
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It turns out it's a short list. And every time, there's a small voice that reminds her of how much she's kept from Matt. Either by omission or always sidestepping the subject.
And, beyond all that, she misses him. Misses his presence, his voice, his warmth and laugh. They've spent days apart by now. Almost two weeks of barely meeting or talking. A few texts here and there, now meeting at a carnival.
And now he was walking her home. She turns and looks at him when he speaks, ]
But?
[ He obviously wants to say something, she'll give him the chance in case what she suggests may end up seeming 'too fast'. ]
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He should let her be. He should go home and think. Maybe search his heart to see if he can ever really offer her anything she'd need emotionally. Matt Murdock has his own baggage that sure as shit is not lightening up any time soon. He rubs his mouth before answering her question.]
There's no but. I just want to say I'm aware and I accept that you need your space whenever you want it.
[Maybe like now because of how he's leaning closer to her. Close enough to hear her blink.]
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I appreciate that. I do. But... what if I want you in my space?
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[He closes the distance between them and cranes his neck. It should be more than clear that he means to kiss her, going so far to tilt her chin up with their still joined hands.]
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Gosh, they're still in the hallway aren't they?
The last thing he wants to do is stop kissing her.]
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She's almost panting when she breaks the kiss, ]
We should probably get inside.
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Yeah, they should part. Matt's mouth is glossed with their saliva, his glasses slipping down his nose.]
Yeah.
[The cane he collapsed when they got into the building, shoved into his back pocket. It takes all the will power in the world to let her get her keys. That doesn't mean he can't touch her hair, brush it off her shoulder and lean to kiss her neck.]
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She breathes a laugh at the kisses to her neck, trying to get the damn door open and not just stop and lean back into him. Once she gets it open, she makes herself walk in and away from him. She gets a light on and tosses the devil plushie onto the couch before turning back to him. If he isn't inside, she will tug him in by the front of his shirt. ]
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Natasha steps away and Matt is right behind. That little pull helps. The door shuts a little roughly. It's the force of how it shut out the day, Eudio and anything that isn't right here. He's on her again, harder and gripping at her ass to lift her up so that they're the same height. Wouldn't you know that they're nearly where they started in a deep, melting kiss. This time there's more energy, more bite.]
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They honestly have no need for foreplay this time around. ]
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Grinding up against her is foreplay enough. He's hard and not shy about letting her know it as they move together.
Days and hours without her, Matt wants everything. He pushes Natasha into the wall of her entry way, from there it's a near frantic descent that pulls them both down, down until he's on his knees and now with his hands up under her shirt from the back to unclasp her bra. It's a cinch but his hands keep moving. More to undo.]
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That doesn't mean stopping. He has her jeans undone and reaches for the thin fabric of her underwear at her hip. Enough force and willpower--does he really have it in short supply?--pops the seam and elastic.
Before going anywhere else his teeth attach to her bottom lip to suck and bite.]
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On hand works to rip the rest of his shirt off while the other goes into his hair, giving it a tug so she can nip along his jaw. ]
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Tugging at his hair gets him to growl. He'd never deny her, not now. Both hands pull until her jeans are off her hips and catch on the swell of her ass and with the extra yank he can fully smell how aroused she is.]
Jesus Christ.
[An illicit whisper if there was one out of him. Matt now is frantically trying to undo his belt, his own denim.]
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Do you smell me, Matty?
[ She can feel how wet she is, her nipples hard in the air of the room, body flushing the more clothes leave her body. ]
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[The word is almost a moan. Pants off, boxers are somewhere around his his hips. Good enough. His face tilts to her touch and voice.]
I want you so bad.
[Natasha's strong legs around his hips leaves her open to him. She's a painting of sensation in his world of fire. Matt grips the base of his cock and starts to close the distance between them.]
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Good.
[ She sounds breathless but surprisingly in control. She grabs his cock and presses the shaft against her wetness before she starts rolling her hips, rubbing against him, back arches slightly, her other hand gripping one of his thighs.
She moans, ]
God. I don't know how you keep doing this to me. I want you all the time. Feel like I could do this all the time. As long as it's with you.
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Matt's brow's furrow and his arms grip at her thigh and hip. His cock is buried in her heat, not in the way he wanted or expected.]
Natasha.
[For a second he can't speak but just roll in a counter motion. Her pussy is so wet for him. She smells, so good. And he is doing something to her?]
Please.
[His voice is tight and his grip tightens.]
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You want me? Then take me.
[ A challenge? An order? Maybe both. Maybe she just wants to see what he'll do. ]
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[He said so. More than that, his hair is on end and his heart is drumming. The proof of it is right between her legs, coated with her. Two whole weeks with out her. That's half of a month.
Matt can hear her own heart keeping the tempo, it's elevated and steady. A captivating rhythm that rises and falls with the swell of their motion. His fingers slide into her hair. A slow, light kiss is not what he wants. Deeper. Hotter like it would burn away they time they had a part and take down the walls that might still divide them.
With the grip on her head and his other on her hip he makes them flip yet again. Is she going to make this easy?]
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She wants him to lose a little control, too.
It's a dangerous sort of game but she trusts him. After everything over the past weeks, this is her way of showing she trusts him. ]
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He pushes her knees together and to the side. Whether she stays down or not, it's up to her. The blunt head of his cock presses up against the swell of her behind and rubs before dipping lower to nearly her thighs were he can touch her puss again.]
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