aheroliveshere | [for man_without

Later, maybe she'll fixate on the moment he said her name, when she's alone with her aching hand between her thighs and needs something to push herself over the edge. When she's reliving this moment, trying to hold onto how good he feels and how stupid she is for ever being mad at him or how much she loves him, so much that when she's all alone, the sheer power of the emotion brings tears to her eyes.

But in the moment, feeling his restraint fall away, her entire awareness fold downs to this: the way he moves inside her, the way his breath feels in her ear, the way his skin feels all along her body, the way he's giving himself to her. In this moment, she dissolves. She hits her peak and he can feel hard shudders take her entire slim frame, muscle and tendon and bone all straining with the force of it.

Later, maybe she'll be embarrassed by how she babbles her pleasure in soft whispers, half-profanity, half-prayers. But for now? He is her universe entire.

His nerve endings are all live hot wires and he couldn't begin to describe the sensory overload if he tried. The beginning and end of it is that it feels amazing, she's amazing and if his strength and nature allowed it he'd stay inside her for always.

As it is muscles already sore from earlier are beginning to tremble, and nature requires release. His coordination is shot and it's instinct now driving his hips into her working toward the end of this marathon.

His breath catches in his lungs but he doesn't stutter a beat when he feels her reach the end. Instead he pushes harder, dredging up a final wind to find the edge and fall over it. A deep thrust gets him there and he sucks in a sharp gasp before he tumbles into the free fall of climax and the world is a wash of perfect pleasure.

She hits the end and he keeps going, holding her there in a halo of bliss until she can't think, she can't breathe, she can't do anything but hold on until she feels him join her. Oh and if he was attractive before, Matt Murdock completely undone is the stuff of dreams. His voice resonates in her chest, and she clings to him, kissing his hair, his cheek, her hips still undulating, the motion pure reflex. It carries them both, soaring, drifting, spiraling through to their descent.

She breathes him in, her muscles going slack one by one, until she's melting back into the mattress. Her legs still hold him about the waist, and even though her thighs are trembling, she doesn't seem inclined to let him move away. Not yet.

"Fucking hell." There's a grin in her voice. A whisper of pure guileless delight.

He comes down by fractions, hips slowing, breathing hard, his chest still crushed against hers. Spent out, his arms just manage to hold his weight up above her, but he isn't ready to move away yet, either.

Her final sigh after the litany he's listened to stream from her makes him chuckle and he presses his forehead to hers, grinning.

"Fucking hell is right."

She laughs, too, pulls him just that last inch closer, needing the warm press of his mouth against hers, needing to breathe his breath and feel his heart pounding against her chest. Her hands comb through his hair as she tastes him, drinks him in. When the kiss breaks, she whispers against his lips.

"I need you to do something for me."

He kisses her, nose brushing hers before their lips meet. Her fingers carding his hair bring him closer to calm and his pulse fades from a loud drumming to a steady thrum.

Letting out a slow, content exhale he asks, "What?"

"Don't give up on me, either, okay?"

He goes still for a moment, then shakes his head, turning to kiss her temple, and then her cheek, promising into her ear "No. Never."

Her eyes fall shut and she holds him close to her, kisses his hair. Her heels slide down his thighs to rest on the mattress and he can feel her exhale, another layer of tension she didn't even know she was carrying melting away into nothingness.

"Can you do something else for me? Because I really need to pee."

He feathers a touch along her side, hoping to assure her how true he means his words. She's shown him how far she's willing to go with him, allowing him back in after he tried so hard to ruin this or push her away. And not just tonight, either. He can do no less than stand by her as long as she'll continue to believe in him.

Lost in thought her second request catches him and he reacts with an embarrassed chuckle.

"Oh, sure. Sorry." Mustering the energy necessary he moves off of her, rolling sideways and onto his back with an exhausted but pleased sigh.

She follows him over, her hand running over his chest again as she steals another brief soft kiss. She pulls away, holding up a finger to him, a playful edge in her voice.

"I'll be right back. You're gonna be here when I get back, yeah?"

"I'll be here," he promises with an amused smirk.

He can hear her cross to the bathroom, hear her shut the door. She takes care of the necessaries, and he can hear her muttering under her breath, barely more than a whisper.

"Jesus, Mary, Joseph, I'm gonna walk funny for a week."

Once she's done, she washes her hands, runs a towel over her face, and heads back. A moment later, she's slipping back into bed with him, pulling the covers up so they can stay warm.

"Okay, so. Where were we?"

When the door shuts he sits up, taking a minute to inspect his shoulder and make sure the bandage is holding up after all the activity.

His head lifts when he hears her words and he has to smother a smirk.

Laying back on the bed happens with a bit more effort than it should as his body is well and truly done now and sore muscles and joints rise up to voice their protest.

Matt himself isn't complaining in the least, though, and when she comes back to join him he stretches out an arm to invite her to his side.

"Right here, where you left me," he reminds her with a smile that just manages to avoid smug.

Oh he thinks it avoids smug. He's not fooling anyone, least of all the naked woman sliding close to lie all along his side, one knee draped over his thigh. She's not concerned about it. He deserves to be smug after that performance.

Karen rests her head on his shoulder, careful to keep her hair clear of the bandage tape. She settles and lets out another sigh, letting the moment stretch.

"I'm sorry, I feel like I should have warned you. I get -- uh -- verbal. When I'm -- y'know."

He wraps his arm around her, holding her as she settles against him.

His chest stutters with a chuckle when she apologizes, and he squeezes her shoulder, smiling in amusement.

"It's okay, I took it all as a sign that things were going well." In truth her enthusiasm was a large turn on, something he'll be thinking about later when next she puts on the quiet, professional front.

"Just something to remember if you get a wild hair and decide to drag me into a broom closet at work. You have my permission to put a hand over my mouth, because I honestly don't even realize I'm doing it."

"Our office is a broom closet," he reminds her.

The thought does have quite a bit of appeal, though. Perhaps the next time Foggy is out of the office running solo...

Not letting that train of thought run too far he brings himself back to her. Since they're on the subject of admittance and apologies he makes his own to her.

"I hope I wasn't to ah-- vigorous."

She grins, hides her face against his shoulder, her cheeks flushing red for some stupid reason.

"Jesus, no. No, you were fine. Amazing." She shimmies a little closer, lifts her head so she can whisper against his ear, like she's afraid someone might over hear her.

"I like it a little rough."

Cue more blushing.

He ducks his head to listen, heat rising over his own features with her admission.

"You were really great, too." Just so she knows.

"I like getting to know this other side of you, Karen." Which is also to say he appreciates her letting him in to see it.

Her brow knits for a brief moment. She nuzzles his cheek, reveling in this intimacy from him, but still curious.

"What do you mean, other side?"

He's settling into that lull where content turns into relaxed turns into sleep. Her question catches him, but he has enough awareness left to know his answer might be one he should tread carefully with.

"None of us are completely who we show during the day," he says.

"Karen Page in the office is kind, and smart, and passionate about what she gets into. Now I also know she's brave enough to ask her boss out, she likes spicy Thai food and blushes when she's embarrassed," he lists out, voice teasing but also warm and fond.

"She's energetic in bed, drinks beer and not wine, even at home, and she's also forgiving." He gives her a smile then, and presses a kiss into her hair. "Even when the guy she's picked makes an ass of himself on their first date."

The last is said with the tone of an apology, and gratitude to her again for letting him stay.

She leans into that kiss, her eyes drifting closed. "You didn't make an ass of yourself. You were a dick. There's a difference." There's only a slight bit of petulance to her tone, and the words hold no heat.

"Wait." Her eyes open and she lifts her head, just enough to look at him. "How -- can you tell when I'm blushing?"

This is news to her.

"Noted," he replies, not about to argue the point.

He grins at her when she comes back to the blushing, his smile mischievous and amused.

"Your voice," he explains. "It flutters, like you're nervous and laughing at the same time. You also usually duck your head or cover your mouth so that I can't see you and it muffles what you're saying."

Reaching up he cups her cheek with his palm and adds, "And when we're touching I can feel it. In your hands, on your cheeks, the flush warms your skin."

She was going to ask more questions but something about his hand at her cheek gently dissolves the thought. It's a puff of wind on a dandelion head, and she would watch them go, but the warmth of his touch is distracting.

Her eyes fall closed and she leans in to kiss that dangerous mouth of his, tasting him because she wants to. Because he lets her.

Eventually, she finds the breath to ask, "What else can you feel?"

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