( closed ) blind ninja meets whatever it is she is

[fogwells]

who: Matt Murdock & Jessica Jones
what: Super cool neighbors have a super friendly meeting!
when: August
where: Floor 9 of community housing
warnings: None, of course, absolutely nothing can go wrong!

[ He'd check to find out if Foggy and Karen were here, if they'd somehow been displaced like he was. Finding no hint of them, he wasn't sure whether to take it as something of relief or not. Not knowing enough about this place, it was hard to tell whether it was safer or more dangerous than Hell's Kitchen. Whichever was the worst, Matt didn't like not being with them to protect them.

The day had already been long, but it was just the beginning of his research, deciding to take it all one step at a time — all as Matt Murdock, and Matt Murdock alone.

Cane clutched in hand, he makes his way down the hallway of his floor, tapping at the ground in front of him. There's no need for it, not with his senses alerting him well of his surroundings, but he senses movement behind some of the doors to the other room. One in particular is about to be opened, sensing it in the way that feet tap across the floor, closer and closer.

When it opens, there's a woman there, practically his own height, with a heavy air about her.

Matt tilts his head up, facing her general direction, making sure not to look directly at her before shifting into a smile. ] Hi. You must be my neightbor.

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[hardedged]

[ jesus, it's that goddamn nightmare, throwing her off. that's the only reasonable explanation. her head's a mess, and he just happens to be here to witness it. just her crapass luck.

jessica opens her beer, taking a swig before she abruptly pauses at the offer. there's a dry snort in response. ]

Don't need a babysitter, Murdock.

[fogwells]

[ He smiles casually at her statement, the kind of retort he expects but takes no offense to. He never has to with her. ]

I know.

[ Tough girl, Jessica Jones. ]

But I think I make decent company to have around sometimes. [ His grin strengthens slightly, amusement in his tone. ] Sometimes.

[hardedged]

Nope. Only one thing you're good for.

[ spoiler alert: it's oral. she's as blunt as always, and she tips her head back, draining the rest of her beer in seconds. then, jess places the empty bottle on the nightstand, her gaze shifting to focus on him. she's hardly consumed any liquor, yet there's a sense of warmth already blossoming in her chest. ]

[fogwells]

[ He quiets for a beat of a moment, his focus on the echo of her movements, on the flow of the liquid pouring down her throat, her motions sharp and without hesitation.

His head tilts as if intrigued with curiosity. ]

Not sure what you're talking about.

[ Spoiler alert: he knows. ]

[hardedged]

[ she tells herself she doesn't need this, need him — not for another one-night stand and certainly not for any pretense of affection. then again, jessica jones has never possessed the greatest impulse control, and it's far easier to focus on her lust than the thought that there could be something more she would want from him. ]

You're dumb. [ jess leans in closer, hands and knees on the mattress as she advances. ] But not that dumb.

[fogwells]

[ Matt takes the bottle to his mouth, cold beer sliding on his tongue as he tracks the heat temperatures that move across the bed and the slight dents into the mattress dipping him down as she closes in.

He traces a lick across his lip, a common tic that's become a bad habit in her presence, he realizes. But as he sets the bottle down on the night stand, he knows there are worse habits when it comes to being around Jessica Jones.

His body turns on the bed to face her, the thumping of his own heart louder than his own voice in his head. ]

I think that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me.

[hardedged]

[ she doesn't require enhanced senses to perceive murdock's reaction. a part of jess has no idea what she's doing — crawling towards him with only one thought in her mind. still, she's in no mood to return to sleep, after her recent nightmare, and she won't turn down a pleasant distraction. ]

Don't get used to it.

[ smiling like a shark, she closes the distance between them. her hands extend, reaching for his shirt, as jess pulls him in for another kiss. ]

[fogwells]

[ Matt could almost laugh at her response, but the contact of her lips has him fully committed to their kiss from the start. The back and forth clashing, the everlasting resistance of allowing this to happen — it never matters ultimately when her hands roam his shirt and his slide through the tangles of her dark hair.

He doesn't play carefully anymore, parting his mouth to taste the lasting drops of alcohol on her tongue.

When his arm inevitably wraps around her waist, it's to draw his strength into dragging her onto his lap, to have her thighs pressed tightly over his as warm hands dip beneath her shirt to caress the bare skin of her back. ]

[hardedged]

[ jess smiles into the kiss, her own hands eagerly sliding beneath fabric to pull off his clothing. this, as always, proves to be the most effective way to shut him up, and for once, she has no complaints. murdock puts his mouth to good use, and after she's tired of his tongue, she puts the only other part of his body she can tolerate to work.

tonight they've set a new record for themselves. five times in a row, and all without breaking his bed. it's impressive, honestly. they've screwed to the point of exhaustion, and jess hardly realizes that she's nestled within his arms until it's too late.

jessica jones doesn't make it a habit to sleep over — sleep with, sure, but not stay the night. especially not with someone like matthew murdock. however, the warmth of his embrace is too tempting to resist. her heartbeat settles into a slower rhythm, as she rests her face in the curve of his throat and basks in the afterglow of her orgasm. ]

[fogwells]

[ Matt's lost track of the hours by the time his bed procures a strong scent of sweat and sex, breaths heavy with exhaustion as their bodies slump onto the mattress. As Jessica curves herself against him, he almost doesn't capture the significance of it, the oddity, as he wraps an arm around her shoulders, drawing her in closer against himself.

The memory of her shouting insults and swears his way seems so distant now.

His chest rises and falls, shifting into a steady pattern as fingers brush through the damp strands at her neck, combing the hair with idle strokes. When he turns his face, his nose traces along the soft skin of her forehead and he sighs there, unable to resist the languid smile that curves on his lips. ]

[hardedged]

[ she's all soft edges, so unlike the jessica jones that she portrays to the outside world. to be fair, it's not as if she has much experience in this department. seeking warmth in another person's arms is a strange concept to her, and she never thought she would enjoy it with anyone other than luke.

her body falls in perfect formation with his, both arms slowly encircling around him as her head lays flat on his chest. she can still feel him inside her, buried within the slick heat of her thighs, yet she can't manage to pull away. not when she's with him like this.

the gentle beat of his heart serves as a lullaby, one that matches the light caress of her hair. her eyes begin to grow heavy, and with a low exhale, jessica closes them. ]