( considering the shattering revelation of exactly how much she'd hidden from him the first time around, perhaps it's not a surprise that they've build so much on honesty between them now. if Elektra asked about his hallucinations, he'd tell her. perhaps not easily or in much detail, considering things between them are old and new all at once. but he'd tell her, even though it'd be uncomfortable. he doesn't blame her for never asking — she'd been suffering with her own in far more depth and complexity. it was hard for her to leave her own torture to worry about his.
she's right, that this is very unlike the touches they'd allowed themselves before. there'd been some underlaying tension to it, the itch for more and the refusal to entertain it. especially sparring, why on earth had he ever thought that was a good idea? pressing her against the mat (or having her lay him flat and climbing on top of him to pin him there, victorious) only sparked memories of a time when sparring together had usually ended in sex. and sometimes quite abruptly.
the rest had been a different kind of closeness, maybe a closeness they hadn't had much of a chance to indulge in before disaster — they'd been high on life and each other, both, there hadn't been many wounds to care after that they hadn't made themselves. no emotional or mental torment that they needed to escape. they'd truthfully leaned on each other more in Beacon than they had in their wild past... apparently it'd been a part of their relationship after her return, he just doesn't remember the intricacies of it. he knows them now, because for all Elektra tried to hide her feelings, she'd never managed to hide when she was concerned about him. she fell back into tracks that were familiar for her, ones he couldn't remember, though he certainly connects with it now.
it makes the simple kisses feel a little deeper, truth be told. )
I don't want to miss you anymore. ( it's part of what spurred him to press in the first place, when arguably it was wiser and safer to keep pretending. he leans back a little, a slight frown playing at his face as he stares at her with empty eyes. he hates his blindness most in moments like this. ) What you're feeling, what you're thinking... you don't have to hold it back. I want to know.
A MONSTER!!!
she's right, that this is very unlike the touches they'd allowed themselves before. there'd been some underlaying tension to it, the itch for more and the refusal to entertain it. especially sparring, why on earth had he ever thought that was a good idea? pressing her against the mat (or having her lay him flat and climbing on top of him to pin him there, victorious) only sparked memories of a time when sparring together had usually ended in sex. and sometimes quite abruptly.
the rest had been a different kind of closeness, maybe a closeness they hadn't had much of a chance to indulge in before disaster — they'd been high on life and each other, both, there hadn't been many wounds to care after that they hadn't made themselves. no emotional or mental torment that they needed to escape. they'd truthfully leaned on each other more in Beacon than they had in their wild past... apparently it'd been a part of their relationship after her return, he just doesn't remember the intricacies of it. he knows them now, because for all Elektra tried to hide her feelings, she'd never managed to hide when she was concerned about him. she fell back into tracks that were familiar for her, ones he couldn't remember, though he certainly connects with it now.
it makes the simple kisses feel a little deeper, truth be told. )
I don't want to miss you anymore. ( it's part of what spurred him to press in the first place, when arguably it was wiser and safer to keep pretending. he leans back a little, a slight frown playing at his face as he stares at her with empty eyes. he hates his blindness most in moments like this. ) What you're feeling, what you're thinking... you don't have to hold it back. I want to know.