( 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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[fogwells]

[ Her hair remains soft, silky, as it flutters over his face, tickling at his nose with a flutter that makes him smile. He can no longer see her eyes, but he remembers the wide hazel glances, bright and curious as they were — she wears that same look now, he's sure. ]

I love you. [ He says with ease, natural off of his tongue. Because he does. She can be boisterous and rude, fingers constantly bruising as roughly as her insults, but he loves her anyway. Because she carries weights as heavy as his own, but fights back against her demons, sharing them with his. Their worlds are dark, but they linger in the shadows together, finding comfort in the warmth of naked skin on naked skin.

She doesn't say anything in response, but there's no need. He knows that word, that cursed l-word isn't something she's fond of, but she echoes it to him in silence. Her lips kiss him with a softness she often hides, and it's enough. All of this, all of her —

It's enough.

Her mouth slides soft and he gasps when those pert lips wrap around him. Swallowing hard, he gasps her name low from his throat. Neck stretching back, he tries to find his breath, but she moves her head with loving intent, her slim fingers tightening at the base and sliding to repeatedly meet in the middle with her lips, following a generous rhythm.

I love you, he almost confesses again if only his voice could bear it. Instead, he echoes another moan for her, fingers tangling back in that soft silky hair once more.

She bobs faster, her tongue attentive and vocalizing everything she never says, and he knows he might just lose control. He wets the roof of her mouth, but she remains tight around him. He reaches for her hands and their fingers squeeze together. He loves her, he loves her, God, when did he fall in love with this woman, why does his heart hurt like this, why, oh, how he moans, he wants her, wants her, needs her — ]






Jessica! [ He shouts when his eyes widen to continued darkness.

Gasping as he tries to catch his breath again, his radar reads around the room to find himself alone inside of it, detecting nothing but an open door where he finds Jessica on the same couch she's been sleeping in all this time.

A dream, shit. Biting his lip, his palms rubs over his forehead, regaining his sense of awareness in his newfound wake.

But even in his sweats, something feels tight, and he knows something did transfer from the dream, guilt now weighing down over him as he takes note of the evident arousal. ]

[hardedged]

[ jessica jones isn't much of a friend or even a decent person, for that matter. yet, at the end of it all, she can't abandon someone in need. and for some inexplicable reason, matthew murdock needs her.

so she can't leave him. not until he's fully recovered, she reminds herself, as if that's the sole explanation for her reluctance.

over a week has passed, and slowly, he's healing. jess keeps a cautious eye on him, fearful that at any moment, he may aggravate his injuries. while matthew's the one with the heightened senses, it's almost as if she has been gifted with the same power. she's grown more attentive, waiting for bad luck to strike. between the two of them, there's boundless opportunity. regardless of the cost, she can't risk him.

she stirs from her peaceful slumber, hearing him moan in the other room. when murdock starts shouting, however, she awakens in an instant, the rhythm of her heart turning frantic. squinting in the darkness, she straightens her posture and bolts up from the couch to rush to his aid.

jess crosses the threshold of her bedroom, switching on the ceiling lights, and then swallows hard. ]

Murdock— [ she's breathless for a moment, brow furrowed in distress, until she realizes that he's unharmed. more than that, truthfully. jess glances down at his notable erection before releasing an incredulous scoff. ] Jesus.

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[ He recognizes that he hadn't actually been silent, but he's far too distracted and perturbed about his own state, that he doesn't focus his senses enough to notice Jessica stir from her sleep and make her way into the bedroom.

It's only when he hears her voice that he jolts out of his trance and instantly grabs the sheets to cover himself from the waist down as he straightens himself, sitting up on the bed. ]

It was just — [ A nightmare, he almost says, before cutting himself off. Jessica isn't so dense as to believe an excuse like that, not if she's already caught wind of the evidence that points otherwise.

He's typically better at excuses but for once, even Matt's a little flustered. ] I was just — I was asleep.

[hardedged]

[ for once, their roles are reversed, with her flustering him. if jess was a better person, she would drop the subject and bid him farewell for the rest of the night. unfortunately for matt, she's an asshole.

the edges of her lips turn upward into a tight smile, though not as tight as his pants clearly are. ]

Yeah? Maybe you should tell your dick that.

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[ He expects her to stomp off, to mutter some comment about him being disgusting or otherwise, but instead she lingers to ridicule him. For once, he actually prefers for Jessica to leave, heat clustered at his cheeks. ]

I appreciate the sound advice.

[ It's uncomfortable, the erection between his legs making it difficult to even figure out how to sit properly. ]

It's not like it happened on purpose. [ Why does he even have to explain this to her? ]

[hardedged]

[ she's enjoying every minute of this. after all, it's a rare occurrence when she can annoy him for a change. besides, matthew's embarrassment is his own fault. if he never alerted her, she wouldn't be here right now. ]

You're the one who called my name, dumbass.

[ wait. ]

Shit. You had a wet dream— [ shit. shit. shit. ] About me.

[fogwells]

[ The past week had featured a bit of an awkward silence between the two of them, on account of the conversation they'd exchanged where Matt had chosen honestly over letting things remain doused in silence. This hadn't quite been the way he expected a conversation to spark up again between them.

Especially not like this. ]

It's just a dream, Jessica.

[ Clearly not just a dream, considering how he has to hide himself. But it's not as though there's quite much of an excuse he can offer her over this. ]

[hardedged]

[ yeah, like she believes any of that bullshit. still, jess licks her lips, suppressing a nervous cough. ]

Better not ruin my sheets.

[ she almost inquires into the details, yet stops herself just in time. shut your goddamn mouth, jones. ]

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[ Matt huffs a breath, shoulders sinking with a roll of his eyes. ]

I'm not actually — [ He cuts himself off, not believing that he has to assure Jessica that he isn't doing enacting any encouragement on himself. ] That's not what I'm doing.

[ What is he doing? Jessica's presence doesn't exactly present him any options on how to deal with the current situation. ]

[hardedged]

[ a part of her can't stop thinking about his arousal, now concealed by the sheets of her mattress. their last moment of physical intimacy seems like ages ago. not that she missed it.

it's better this way, jess tells herself. ]

Right. Forgot about your chastity belt.

[fogwells]

You're pretty curious, aren't you?

[ There's nothing suggestive at all with his comment, more bewildered by the fact that she's interrogated him more about the situation than anything.

When she doesn't appear to be leaving, he finally simply sighs, throwing the bed sheets aside so that he could bring his feet to the floor, ignoring the fact that Jessica's kept her presence there.

Rising, he tilts his head to her, simply to say casually, ] If you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go wash off. [ Before he then steps past her. ]

[hardedged]

[ there's a dry snort in response. jessica glances down, then abruptly focuses on his expression instead. of course, technically he can't see where her gaze is, but considering his weird ass powers, she wouldn't put it past him. ]

Leave a mess in my shower, Murdock, and you're dead. [ a pointed beat. ] Again.

[fogwells]

As if I'd ever do anything to make you angry.

[ He's surprised he can manage a tease in his state, but it helplessly jumps off his tongue, a subtle smirk on his face that lasts briefly before he continues on his way.

It isn't until he makes it into the bathroom that he lets the tension of his shoulders give out, sighing heavily. Memories of the dream flock back into his mind unintentionally, all of it seemingly real like the scent of her shampoo and the gentle noises she made as her lips traveled down across his torso.

But he can't think of it, not now, not as he sets the shower to wash down cold before he stands naked at the center of it, the water practically freezing icicles solid against his skin. ]

[hardedged]

[ utilizing all of her mental strength to prevent her eyes from wandering lower, jess remains quiet as he walks off. keep it in your pants, jones, even if murdock couldn't do the same.

she can't stop thinking about him; her inquisitive nature is more of a curse than a blessing right now. out of her peripheral vision, jess notices a basket at the corner of her bedroom, containing a stack of fresh, clean towels. the idiot forgot to take one with him. knowing murdock, he'd slip on the tile floor and bust his thick head open, in spite of his abilities.

with an exasperated exhale, she picks up the basket, making her way to the bathroom. if she catches him in time, she should avoid another awkward encounter. knocking once, she twists open the handle of the door and then enters. ]

Hey, moron. Towels.

[ tragically, she's too late. jessica halts in place, the basket falling from her arms to drop to the ground. her heartbeat accelerates, as her lips part at the sight of him in the shower. jesus christ. ]

[fogwells]

[ Recovery has progressed well enough for Matt. His abdomen which had once been decorated with an abundance of bandages now goes well without them. Still, the bruises remain, old scars still scattered across his skin. The pain continues to come and go, but right now, he doesn't feel it, disguised by the piercing of cold water.

Hands pressed against the tiled wall, he remains still with eyes closed in silence, right until the hears the door creak open.

He doesn't need to turn to recognize she's there. She vocalizes her presence, and he's come to familiarize with the air of her well enough. But he turns anyway, facing her as he takes in heavy breaths. Her heart beats fast, thumping at his ears, and it picks up the pace of his own, frantic in his chest.

Licking his lips, he remains quiet for a moment, blinking at the water that falls over his lashes, before he speaks breathlessly, ] Jessica.

[hardedged]

[ fuck, he's hot. although jessica isn't the type to admit her genuine thoughts aloud, she nevertheless still has them. matthew murdock is an attractive man, and while his bruises and scars evoke a sense of concern in the back of her mind, she's distracted by more lustful notions.

this is far from the first time she's seen him in the flesh, but it's felt like an eternity since they last shared a bed. ever since his return, she's preferred to maintain her physical distance, in a desperate attempt to repress her blossoming emotions.

however, at this very moment, she can't concentrate on anything except that memory — his tongue lavishing attention on the apex of her thighs, followed by the hard and slick heat of his member. ]

I, uh— [ she bites her bottom lip, barely capable of forming words. ] Sorry.

[ the basket stays on the floor, where she left it. jess has completed her task, yet she can't manage to leave. ]

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[ Her words are barely audible as he focuses on the rest of her details, from her staggered breathing to the twist of her lip when she presses her teeth down against them. Swallowing hard, he takes in a breath as his hand finds the handle of the water, turning it to shut it off.

Ignoring his own cautious thoughts, he steps out of the shower, drips of water trailing behind him as he slowly steps to her, silent save for the continuous rhythm of his breathing.

He stops when he stands before her, licking his lips once more as a clenching ache squeezes in his chest. He thinks of her once more, laying above him, his own voice ringing in his head —

I love you.

But he isn't thinking of his dream, not as his fingers rise to splay across her throat, caressing the curve of her neck. He leans in, forehead pressing against hers, nose touching nose, while his heart races loudly, punching through his chest.

This time, when he kisses her, it isn't intended to be brief, and he has no plan to pull away, not unless she chooses to. ]

[hardedged]

[ jessica is frozen where she stands, watching him step out of the shower and slowly approach her. his skin glistens with the residue of water, and she can't avert her gaze. as obstinate and vexing as he is most of the time, matthew murdock also steals her breath away; her chest swells with a rush of indescribable emotion.

his touch is intoxicating, and as he caresses her throat, she leans in helplessly into his embrace. jess smiles into the kiss, deepening it with a sense of ardor she never realized she possessed. regardless of her typical hesitation, this feels right — she disregards her impulse to flee, wrapping her arms around his neck as she shuts her eyes.

as her tongue explores his mouth, she pins his back up against the glass of the shower door. jessica wastes no time, pressing into his arousal, as her own hands drift down to remove her jeans. ]

[fogwells]

[ With the persistent response of her tongue, Matt allows lust and adoration to overwhelm him. As has become the routine, he's intoxicated by her, addicted to the urgency of their kisses, hungry as he lets the low vibration of his moan echo into her mouth.

His fingers bruise into her back, dipping beneath her shirt as he draws her in, refusing to let her go even as she drives him up against the shower door. He dips down his reach, aiding to yank her jeans down her legs, before smoothing his palms over her rear. ]

Jessica. [ He calls out in a deep whisper against her mouth, his lips ducking at the curve of her neck while he reaches around and strokes his fingers against her underwear. ]

[hardedged]

[ he aids jessica in her quest, pulling down the denim to reveal slim, bare legs only covered by the fabric of her underwear. her head spins with desire, as her thighs continue to grind against him. god, it's like an explosion whenever they're together. fire and electricity, all wrapped up in one package.

she can't get enough. murdock always leaves her craving more. ]

Matt— [ she whispers in response, not even recognizing the magnitude of that single word. she's too far too preoccupied with the sensation of his fingers stroking against her folds. a soft groan escapes her mouth. ] Right there.

[fogwells]

[ Matt — it's the first he hears his own name from her lips. A simple sound but it fuels through him, breathing harshly against her skin. Following her request, his touch runs along the fabric, focusing on where he finds that pleasant heat.

Capturing her mouth again with his own, he nips at her lip, kissing her with exhilarating fervor.

Anxious and impatient, his hand rises and dips past the cotton, rolling down to provide a direct touch, his fingertips seeking the wet surface of her folds. Teasingly, he whispers against her mouth, ] Right here?

[hardedged]

[ he's teasing her, relishing the way she succumbs to the thrilling sensation of his touch. christ, what an asshole. ]

Shit. [ it's the only affirmative reply she can offer, too breathless for anything else. opening her gaze, jess furrows her brow before exerting control over the situation. she steps back from his grip, kicking off the fabric that clings to her ankles, and then disrobes her underwear as well. ]

Get back in the shower. Now.

[fogwells]

[ He basks in her responses, in that helpless swear and the way she loses control of her breaths. Jessica Jones is often times very resistant, but it's like this that he finds her vulnerabilities, that he finds her savoring every caress, every touch, every kiss, in the same way he does.

But even like this, Jessica doesn't fully change.

Panting softy, he grins at her demand, licking his lips and shifting in his step despite his desire to touch her more. With fingers clenching in his palm, he steps back into the shower, his bare feet walking backwards against the puddled floor until his back presses up against the tile wall. ]

[hardedged]

[ as he eagerly complies, jessica suppresses the smirk that threatens to surface on her lips. pulling her top above her head, she discards it, without a care, to the floor. her bra soon follows.

huffing a breath in anticipation, jess joins him in the shower and closes the glass door behind them. no longer flustered, as she once was when the evening began, she reaches out to touch the head of his member. her thumb caresses the soft skin of his cock, while her other fingers stroke his shaft. ]

Is this what you were dreaming of, Murdock?

[fogwells]

[ 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.