( 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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[ He can hear the swish of her clothing as it slides off her skin and to the floor. The heat of her body flows off her skin and highlights where she stands, following her movements as she steps into the shower after him, leaving him anxious in anticipation of her nearing closer.

As her fingers wrap around his cock, he intakes a sharp breath, lips quivering with the ache that heightens from her simple touch.

Head pressing back against the tile, he fights the moan in his throat as he swallows, trying to regain any steadiness to his breathing. ]

Mm, some— something like that.

[hardedged]

[ her smile broadens, content by that response. his arousal is already hard within her grasp; it won't take much to drive him over the edge. the tile floor feels cold against her feet, but the warmth they generate together overpowers the momentary discomfort. ]

Yeah?

[ she maintains that playful edge to her tone, dipping her head towards him for a brief kiss. her hand continues to caress him, building up a steady rhythm. after a few seconds, her thighs shift closer, and she aligns the tip of his cock to brush against her entrance. it's slow and torturous for jessica, yet she doesn't surrender. she knows she'll be rewarded for her patience. ]

Was it more like this?

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[ Matt's convinced he could have better control than this, but Jessica's encouragement is both surprising and inviting. She touches him with an eagerness that contrasts the way she's been deflecting all this time, and it leaves him to wonder how much of it is simply temporary lust speaking or if it's —

No, he can't think. Not when she's stroking generously at his cock, her lips distracting him from any unnecessary thought save for the warmth in the friction her palm generates.

When she guides the tip of him against her, the lovely tease leaves him wanting, a hand wrapping around her neck to draw her in close as the other loops around her waist. He wants to move, wants to jolt his hips forward, but he's infatuated with the sound of her voice, with the way she leads him. ]

God, Jessica ...

[hardedged]

[ jess wonders if she will ever tire of the sound of her name on his lips. she can't imagine how she ever would. her hips rub up against him, teasing the head of his member with her folds. she welcomes his embrace as matt draws her in closer, though there's still enough distance between them to prevent their union.

matthew murdock has to work for it. ]

Eloquent.

[ she chuckles, capturing his mouth yet again. once she breaks the kiss, jessica doesn't let go, deciding to bite down on his bottom lip gently. ]

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[ He's convinced she's categorizing all the ways to keep him on edge. It's enough that her stubbornness and sharp attitude had a way with contributing to his madness, but then her hips grapple at his ecstasy, every playful rub leaving him in a mess of soft groans.

Between the kiss and the bite, he smiles against her mouth, a small breathless laugh escaping him.

His hands run along her sides, massaging down over her curves, until his palms cup evenly against her ass. ] You're limiting my vocabulary. [ Fingers dipping lower, he grasps at the back of her thighs, lifting to spin their bodies, pressing her back against the tile. Taking a breath against her mouth, he leans his hips in, guiding his cock to circle over her clit. ]

But I can say whatever you want me to say.

[hardedged]

[ just as she enjoys toying with him, murdock never ceases to surprise her. one minute, she's in complete control, leaving him incapable of articulating a reply. then, the next, he picks her up, pinning her against the slick wall of the shower.

although they both know that she could overpower him, jess chooses to remain within his grasp. this position exhilarates her, similar to the shock of lust that courses through her frame when he strokes her clit.

she likes to pretend, even now, that there's nothing between the two of them — that this is merely an expression of the sensual tension pervading the air, that's all.

jessica jones has always possessed a talent for lying, especially to herself. ]

Fuck. [ she moans, mumbling against his mouth, with a smirk. ] Took you long enough.

[fogwells]

[ With the aid of the wall, Matt keeps her nestled against him, fingers grasping at her thighs to keep them spread apart as he holds her. She doesn't argue against the position, instead encouraging it with a playful swear and curved lips, making him smile in response as he kisses her. ]

I think I just like to wait for you to scold me.

[ He teases, but he has little patience remaining for further banter. Her slick heat presses against his erection, and he's reminded of what's been fueling his arousal all this time. ]

God. [ He says quietly under his breath as he licks his lips, his breathing growing unsteady. Keeping her held between himself and the wall, he dips a hand between them to reposition himself, pressing his cock right between her folds before he thrusts slowly forward. ]

[hardedged]

Always a masochist.

[ she responds without a second thought, but her smile belies the harsh edge of the retort. leaning forward, jess grunts in sheer pleasure as he thrusts into her. one arm extends to support herself against the wall, while she drapes her other arm around his shoulder. she urges him to continue, encouraging her entrance to envelop his cock. after he fills her as far as he can, jess finally grinds against him, building up a quick and rough pace.

christ, he feels good. matt may be a dumbass with a death wish, but he never disappoints when it comes to this department. ]

[fogwells]

[ Matt takes pleasure in every noise she makes, every slip of a moan, every panting grunt, each sound vibrating against his ears as he drowns in the very feel of her nestled around him. He grips tight at her thighs, keeping her well locked against wall and body while he moves, thrusting into her with relentless motion to match the cues hinted by her own rolling hips.

The banter stops short here, his breath now lost as he puts everything into this, into becoming entirely overwhelmed by the feisty woman in his arms.

Proper kisses are impossible with their shifting bodies, but it doesn't stop him from keeping his mouth close to hers, lips caressing lips. ]

[hardedged]

[ jessica can't help each heavy groan that slips through her mouth. as his thrusts intensify to complement her own movements, she bites her bottom lip in a fruitless attempt to silence herself. the heat they generate together threatens to overwhelm her, wave after wave of pleasure pushing her to succumb to their carnal desire.

one hand slides across the tile wall, until it moves across the handle to activate the shower faucet. water sprays down on both of them, strands of her dark hair quickly growing damp.

the sudden shift in the atmosphere doesn't stop jess in the slightest, and she passionately deepens their unstable kiss. ]

[fogwells]

[ The heat of the water burns at his back, but it isn't the burn that overwhelms him. Jessica kisses him and his body soars with a swelling passion as he keeps a tight grip on her slippery thighs.

It's far from their first time, but it's different now — the new memories of Hell's Kitchen seeps into their minds, along with his trail of false judgments and reckless mistakes. He'd decided what he'd wanted then, that the wild freedom with Elektra had been his choice, and yet, and yet — he can't bear to let Jessica go.

It was always meant to be a spontaneous carnal lust, something that spurred from seeing her own eyes, a heated moment over something he'd lost for so long. But he remains blind even now and somehow she's still all he can see, with bodies pressed together, her nails clutching at his back, paining his skin. ]

Jessica — [ He moans out her name, not merely with desire, but with an undeniable vulnerability. His forehead presses against hers and he thrusts harder, grunting with each breath. ]

[hardedged]

[ they shouldn't be here, together like this — their limbs entwined, jess no longer fighting the temptation of his warm embrace.

matthew murdock doesn't belong with her. perhaps he's an annoying asshole who wallows in self-pity, but he's also a decent man. he cares, far more than what's considered reasonable, which is why he shouldn't stay anywhere near a walking disaster like jessica jones.

the moments they shared in hell's kitchen — those were evoked by a time of desperation, where countless lives would have been endangered if they refused to unite. there's no sense in repeating that now, in tormenting each other like this.

still, she can't help it in the end. as memories of the time they've spent here flash through her thoughts, she realizes the truth. she's always been a selfish piece of shit. nothing will ever change that. ]

Murdock. Goddammit— [ jess groans in response, her tone not quite as gentle as his, though it unquestionably softens. ] Matt.

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[ She echoes out his name, not Murdock but Matt, and he practically smiles in a breathless haze of panting lovemaking. He kisses her mouth hard, capturing the water that trails over their lips, wanting it all to last beyond the length of this shower.

He knows she'd want to will this all away. Because it's what Jessica has done for as long as he's known her, shutting down any opportunity to get too close, to graze too intimately. Because he's done the same. Foggy, Karen — they've ultimately gotten hurt because he let himself be consumed by their comfort, their support.

Except this wasn't just another friend. Jessica had snuck her way into far more than that, completely without either of their intentions. Her angry quips and blunt presence had somehow clawed its way under his skin, making him crave her in a way he hadn't anticipated if they'd only met in Hell's Kitchen. It'd always been easier to keep his distance, to find the break between Daredevil and Matt Murdock. Jessica Jones somehow stands in the between.

Now he clings to her, catching her moans in his mouth with a passionate kiss, as his hips buck against her with need.

He whispers, almost without breath, ] Say it again, Jessica. Please.

[hardedged]

[ too entranced by the moment, jess can hardly comprehend his request. all she can concentrate on is the heat of their union, only augmented by the water surrounding them. thrusting forward, she runs her fingernails down his back with a low exhale.

when they're together like this, jessica can simply forget everything else — how her chest aches whenever he's around, how a part of her seeks the comforting warmth of his presence.

yes, it's better like this. better to dwell only on the surface. ]

Jesus. [ shit, wrong name. she shuts her gaze, as her thighs clench around him. ] Matt— [ another soft moan. ] Matthew.