( it's a little like falling back through time, when everything seemed as easy as her kisses. as easy as loving her. he knows it isn't, anymore, there's so many complications he can't hardly name them all. so there's some reassurance in the fact wanting her is still so very simple.
there's at least some part of him that doesn't want to move too fast. she's plenty fragile still, whether she'd admit it or not. the rest of him is too indulgent of the closeness he's been mourning for a decade or so. it is hard to feel like there's harm in expressing what they feel in actions instead of words. in this instance, actions come a bit easier.
as he traces lovestruck patterns into her skin, even with the fabric between them, just enjoying the kiss for in an almost leisurely way. there's a hint of almost a smile at the pull of her teeth — something he's missed about Elektra is that she's never been afraid to brace her sweetness with sharpness. she's never worried about what he can or can't handle, when most of the world can't help themselves.
finally he reaches up to pull her hair over her shoulder. his shirt is sagging loosely on her far smaller frame leaving plenty of skin easily available, and with the hair out of the way he places his mouth there instead, feeling the trill of her heartbeat. the heat of her skin and the subtle smell of her that hasn't changed as much as he'd have thought, considering their circumstances. he's gentle at first, hot presses of lips over her pulse and her clavicle, but without much in the way of warning his teeth catch, just for a moment.
it's not as if he feels sorry for it either, because he sucks it after. Matthew is a bit possessive, so sue him. he likes that he'll smell that blood under her skin, and the reminder that he put it there. )
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there's at least some part of him that doesn't want to move too fast. she's plenty fragile still, whether she'd admit it or not. the rest of him is too indulgent of the closeness he's been mourning for a decade or so. it is hard to feel like there's harm in expressing what they feel in actions instead of words. in this instance, actions come a bit easier.
as he traces lovestruck patterns into her skin, even with the fabric between them, just enjoying the kiss for in an almost leisurely way. there's a hint of almost a smile at the pull of her teeth — something he's missed about Elektra is that she's never been afraid to brace her sweetness with sharpness. she's never worried about what he can or can't handle, when most of the world can't help themselves.
finally he reaches up to pull her hair over her shoulder. his shirt is sagging loosely on her far smaller frame leaving plenty of skin easily available, and with the hair out of the way he places his mouth there instead, feeling the trill of her heartbeat. the heat of her skin and the subtle smell of her that hasn't changed as much as he'd have thought, considering their circumstances. he's gentle at first, hot presses of lips over her pulse and her clavicle, but without much in the way of warning his teeth catch, just for a moment.
it's not as if he feels sorry for it either, because he sucks it after. Matthew is a bit possessive, so sue him. he likes that he'll smell that blood under her skin, and the reminder that he put it there. )