Matthew Murdock, Attorney at Law (
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Matt Murdock is actually dressed for the beach. Still likely more than usual. He burns so easily. There's no way he could have done this alone. Anyone who is anyone in Nexus knows that there is that distinct Verity Willis touch on everything. If the sounds and the sights don't get you, it is going to be whatever Clint has on the grill. That man is magic.
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His lips curl to a smile. Massaging is warming too. And he isn't about to complain. As far as he knows her selection of block is just thick and needs a lot of blending. It's gotta last. Reapplication won't be a problem. "Am I good?" Matt turns his head to help any examination. Ears, neck, chest, stomach, arms.... all that needs her diligent care.
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One of the great things about a beach party is that neither of them has to be 'on' all the time. There's plenty of solitary, quiet things to do when they need some downtime from socializing. The party will still be there when they get back to it. All that water is just begging them to come for a swim, after all.
He knows perfectly well it's not required, which should make it all the sweeter. "Always." She catches his chin in one hand to hold him steady for a kiss. "Mm, but you meant with the sunblock. Yes."
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The real host is the food and the beach itself. Solitary times together to sit and canoodle and with others? What an idea this is.
Matt stays steady and has to try and stifle his grin as he gets a kiss and gives one right back. "No red suit in the sand. I'm not that guy," he jokes gently against her lips. "You going to stay covered for now?" He touches on the thin, flowing fabric.
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True: Clint is clearly the real hero of this party, cooking for them all and keeping an eye on things while the rest of them play. He's going to get such rewards later. Not that she hasn't been working to keep him and Kate well fed these last six months or so, but she's sure she can figure something out for him.
"It's not the suit that makes you good," she reminds him quietly, "although that suit does look great on you." She has to ogle him lots since she's the only one in this relationship who can. It's just. Balancing things out. "Depends on when you want to unwrap me, honey."
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Mr. Barton knew he was a hero from the start. Protecting the fun factor and serving his fellow Nexans, he is really in for some serious kudos in return. Matt and Verity are going to have to put their heads together to figure out how to show their thanks.
He feels good in the suit, most of the time. It's the mobility. Matt always has this hesitance to move independently like he wants to the first few hours in Nexus. It's a habit. No pretending here and now. "I would have unwrapped you yesterday if I knew it was all it takes," he pretends to think before smirking. "...I did though, didn't I?"
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When Matt and Ver put their heads together to plan something... well, then things like this happen. Clint's in for good things.
The freedom of the masks is good for him, but she prefers when he doesn't need to wear them with her. If he doesn't take them off soon she's going to take his shades from him. He knows the rules. "Yes, you did. Which is good, you've been doing it so much lately I think I'm forgetting how." She sighs the last part, as if it's both possible and lamentable.
"Why don't you start with my feet and work your way up?" The unwrapping can come later, and there's something to be said for getting to touch places that are otherwise covered.
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...maybe there could be some sort of intricate archery target to develop or look for. That's up the guy's alley.
No shades? But... then he'll have to just deal then. That's how it all works, Matthew Murdock. And the hiding is never from her. He knows he can't and does not ever want to shy from her. When Matt has put on an act for all the world, the muscle memory is something he's got to fight. "This means I'll have to stick around to help. If you forget and then...tsk! You'd be trapped. My poor, sweet love can't be confined to one outfit ever."
Matt grins and tilts his head. "Good thinking. Foot burns are not going to happen here." Since they're seated, cozy and have the block he'll sit back a little and gesture for her to lend him a limb. "According to Foggy that is not why people wear socks with sandals."
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She'd been thinking in more cake-like directions. These aren't ideas she's interested in combining. But they could try to do both.
Yes, he'll just have to deal with being his own wonderful self. And having her adore him for it. Such a burden, but such is life. "Yes, it does. I know it's going to really cramp your lonely bachelor style, but you should never have taken me in if you didn't intend to keep me."
Verity leans back and stretches her legs out over his lap. He can have fun with that. "No? I'm not sure I want to know if they've got another, even less valid, excuse for that sort of thing."
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Who doesn't like cake? No one Matt Murdock wants to know. And a Verity cake is a thing to behold.
His own wonderful self feels more so with the wonderful self of her own when she is that buffer, that strength to stand with him. "I'm getting too old for the lonely bachelor thing. And I think that you're a keeper. We get so much out of it together." Like never ever having to endure another sunburn. Matt rubs his hands to warm them before getting a good dollop of sunscreen.
"I just can't think of why anyone would want to. Feet are unprotected in sandals as it is." He resists a chance to tickle because getting kicked right now would not be fun. Her strong, shapely legs really do kick hard.
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Cake is an easy winner over not-cake. Anyone who doesn't agree to can kindly leave.
Sometimes it's hard to imagine him needing a buffer or strength to lean on. He's so capable, so strong, so good. She's glad he isn't perfect. She could never keep up with perfect. She hums contentedly while he gets the sunscreen ready, watching his hands move like they're the most interesting thing in the world. "Yeah, it worked out pretty well for us. You're not old. You're not even at the age where people start asking if you're gonna settle down soon."
It's good of him to not tickle. She does kick very hard, and with precision. He's been witness to it, he doesn't want to be the victim. It's nicer to enjoy the soft and sure way he touches her. "I have no idea. I try not to think about those sorts of things, it's just too horrible and the world can be bad enough."
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Cake for all the excellent meats and fixings, that sounds like a solid trade in the end.
Matt couldn't handle perfect either. Verity is just fantastic and right. Knowing that she knows him and all his truths and lies helps keep the balance and never lets him lose his sense of gravity. That surpasses perfection so very much. He could never be compatible with perfect.
Steady, firm hands massage a little as they go. Up over her ankles, her strong calves and to the knees. This means he has to push up some of her sarong in respectable measurements at a time. "My logic exactly, honey." He chuckles.
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Not feeling pressured, by him or by herself, to be 'perfect' is such a relief. She wouldn't know where to start, and most of the advice given on these subjects is dangerous bullshit. It would never end well for someone like her. A little gravity, a few flights of fancy, and a good sense of balance with her favorite dance partner is so much more, well, perfect for her.
Respectable measurements? Careful, Matt, your Catholic is showing again--but in a way that amuses her, if all those pleased little hums are any indication. When she can reach him she wiggles her toes against his arm or side. Not to tickle, just to say 'hello'. "But of course. Great minds think alike."
She bites her lip when his hands start working up her thighs. Part of her is tempted to unknot the sarong and let things fall where they may, but this is part of the game. It's fairer if they're both a little frustrated. And they're in public... her brother is around... they have to be good.
"You think Foggy's coming? Or did Marci rope him into something back home?"
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They don't need perfect. And goodness knows they aren't perfect as people. And to be perfect for each other? Well, maybe that's something that is as close to perfect as it is going to get because they get along so swimmingly. That's all that's needed.
"Ver," even if those toes don't tickle, he laughs softly. Of course his Catholic is showing. He's reached her thighs and he's doing his best to behave. They're wonderful to touch and equally perfect to rest his head against. And not so restful things. Matt clears his throat softly. "You have way, way more skin showing than me do we have enough sunscreen?" Her brother is around yes. And they're being respectful and cute. And really not going to do anything. Much.
"He said he was going to come. And that he'd be late. But all of that is going to be okay because he promised to bring more beer."
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Perfect for each other is an easier goal since they've already met it. And, bonus, they get to be ridiculously happy together. Being able to work out the rest is great for giving themselves a sense of accomplishment, if nothing else.
"Hmm?" She has no idea why he might possibly be protesting. None at all. Really. So innocent over here. The toes aren't a problem anymore since they're curled up tight now. His hands on her thighs, well. She's only human. And only squirming a little. "Yes, I brought lots. Several bottles, in case someone forgot theirs."
What was the point of this game, again? She's starting to forget. That probably means she's losing.
Oh, well.
"Ah. Good, it'll be nice to see him."
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"Verity," he says with greater insistence and more laughter. Those piggies are curled up tight and against him. He's sure they're polished too. Matt's laughter lessens a little. "You might have to just come on closer." Here, he'll just go ahead and...pick her up and pull her on his way. Sandy knees and shins are a small price to pay when she is in his lap.
"He tried to get Marci to come. She's got some kind of Hampton's work retreat...I don't know. I think she's still trying to play the game. It just means Foggy's clear to be with us after he sees her off."
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"Hmm?" What? She's holding still this time. What is there for him to complain about now? (Of course she got a pedicure before their beach party she's not a heathen.) "Oooh, might I?" He can go ahead and pick her up; she'll shift and settle into his lap however he wants her, so long as she can wrap her arms around him and give him a kiss. "This better?"
Well, that's quite the revelation about their favorite Foggybear. "Did he? Huh. He must really like her. Or really not like her."
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Still but curled up and pressed to him. And she does have darling feet. Though his attention is pulled from them. Arms embrace her and he takes and gives a kiss. "Yes, I think that's much, much better. Now maybe I can get your arms. Those aren't...completely covered." The same goes for her chest, but that floppy hat is what's keeping her covered enough.
"I think he likes her quite a bit. Marci is....Marci. She grew up the same as we did but is sure she's got what it takes for the highballs and silver spoon things. But whatever tastes she's got, there's some for Foggy."
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Still is an improvement. Being in his lap is better still. "Oh, is that what you wanted? My arms?" Ver moves a hand down his arm, slowly and deliberately. The other stays cozy around his shoulders. "Well, it's true they could use the attention. And the sunscreen."
"Nothing wrong with liking nice things. And since I got the nicest, she'll have to settle for the Hamptons."
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"Oh yes, ma'am. These lovely arms." He scoots to get a small palm portion of sunscreen "Do you work out?" Matt's ability to keep a straight face is gone for the day.
He kisses her cheek rather than correct her. There's another soon after and directly on her mouth because she is the nicest thing. "I think now and then Foggy gets frustrated. He's very capable of being professional, just finds the trappings to come off as stifling. Marci got caught up in L&Z, we could have been that too." Instead they're up and coming Nelson and Murdock.
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"I'm not sure I'm old or married enough to be a 'ma'am'," she points out with an oh so put-upon huff in her voice. It barely hides the laughter. "Nope, this is all from good clean living and competitive shopping. Those bags get heavy."
Kisses are better than attempts to convince her to join him in wrong-headedness, that's true. She'll give him another kiss before remembering they're trying to have a conversation. "Well, that's the beauty of freedom, isn't it? We all get to find the life that suits us, and everyone else gets the same choice. ... But it can hurt when the people we love don't live lives we're comfortable in."
Realizing she sounded a little too wistful there, she'll try to cover up for it with more kisses.
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"Would you prefer miss, madam or young lady for such a youthful, unwedded woman?" Though taken? That's different. She is so very, very taken the same way he is so taken with her. Matt's voice drops in tone, "you should take me shopping so I can be strong like you." Which brings the obligatory bicep squeeze.
They can converse. They do it plenty. But can they on the beach in this lovely mood? Challenging. "True bu--" More kisses oh. Verity you are trying to pull a fast one there. "Loving someone means loving parts that can be uncomfortable. Maybe not for long?" They're talking about Foggy and Marci. Maybe? Matt kisses her again. "Foggy said he's bringing party favors. I don't know what that means."
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"Hmm. I think I'd prefer 'your excellency'. With all the traditional obeisances, of course." She is so very taken with him, and he may be taken with her, but take the hint already. Geez, man. The squeeze makes her squeal and squirm. Good thing they've got a good hold on each other. "If you like. You could use some new suits."
They're not talking about Foggy and Marci anymore. She'll let him think that they are. He's been too good to her to be troubled by nothing more than her own stubborn pride. Besides, kisses. "I'm sure whatever they are will be fun. He knows what he's doing." Bless whoever invented the idea of changing the subject. "I'll ask Clint to hold off on starting one of the steaks until he gets here."
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"Your most esteemed grace and excellence is going to be very interesting to introduce to my dictating app. But for you, dearest most esteemed grace and excellence, anything." Including the ring, the promise and all that's wrapped up in it. Hints are being dropped like breadcrumbs for a hungry bird. It's been hardly a year and it all feels so, so right. "You think so? That could be a fun day out."
Someday, inevitably, he'll have to hang up the horns. God willing it wouldn't be with a grave but a choice and a peaceful send off. Verity's stubborn pride is not troubling compared to being without her, without these kisses. Without the sound of her heartbeat and her arms around him. Stubborn pride he will happily face. "We have steaks too?" Matt will really have to pace himself eating.
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His easy acquiescence to her ridiculous demand gets a pleased hum from her, and she leans forward to nuzzle her nose along his jaw. "Good boy." Significantly less than a year since they met, and not even six months since their first real date. She's moving too fast. Some part of her knows this, understands it even. But the heart wants what the heart wants...
"You and Foggy are young, handsome lawyers taking on some very high-profile cases. You should dress the part. The suits you have now are nice, but they could be better." He's learned by now, she hopes, that when she says 'nice but could be better' she means exactly that: there are plenty of things that get better with a little extra effort: a mist of lavender water over his pillowcase, a touch of saffron in a pot of rice, making peanut butter at home with fresh-roasted nuts and local honey.
She hopes he doesn't make her have to stand over his grave and say 'I told you so'. She's done enough mourning for a good few decades. But she doesn't want to make him ever think he has to choose between her and his calling. She's his, whatever being with him brings. "Yes, we do. Clint gave me a 'wish list' and, well, you know what happens when someone gives me a list..."
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"Should I edit your contact entry in my phone too?" He laughs and leans to give her more to nose and nuzzle. "I try to be, sweetheart. For you." Wonderful months. And this is fast and serious. She's in his heart like arteries, veins and blood. Matt Murdock is knows that when you want something, you have to get it and work on keeping it.
"My suits now are... at least two or three years old." He admits that to her though perhaps the styles are easy to pick out. "I need those pretty eyes to help me out." That Verity better is significant. His post workouts have never been better with home made peanut butter, the bowls of rice never so fulfilling. And something as simple as resting his head has something else. These are the things he wants forever. Just a few months and weeks and even if she never made him another thing again being there, just being with him at his side is what touches him the most.
"I've...run out of arm your sweetest, most delightful and most esteemed grace and excellence," how long can he keep at this?
Verity loves him and he loves her. And Daredevil is a part of him that will love her so too. There is no one or the other. One would hope that no future they build together will be cut short. There's too much love in his heart for her to just be undone.
Matt laughs deeply and shakes his head lightly. It's her turn for a nuzzle. "Don't you ever take up residency in the North Pole."
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Well that was a heck of a typo... <*_*>
i saw nothing :D
<3
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