( she does make him feel alive, though, not exactly in the same way. Matt doesn't feel his death as keenly as Elektra, he faded away after taking a few too many hits. suffering a little too much in silence, and refusing to admit how far he'd fallen until it was too late. he doesn't have a battle scar to remind him of what happened to him, it hardly feels real at the best of times, even though the fact they've died is impressed on them fairly constantly.
it's more that Elektra has always made him feel alive. she's always dragged up parts of him that Matthew has consistently tried to silence. she made him feel alive in that he could be his entire self when he was with her, not just the polished and charming parts, but the damaged and dangerous and violent parts too. it's hard not to feel alive when so often he lives half a life, half an existence for the comfort and simplicity it offers. being with Elektra is complicated, it's like traversing a landmine of their past and emotions and fears. but it's also the most whole, most complete, he's ever allowed himself to be. )
When have I ever complained about you doing all the work? ( he enjoys having her on top, even though usually they're battling for that position of control. they wouldn't be them if they didn't.
he nips at the smile curling at her mouth, mostly because he can't help himself, but after that his fingers knot in his own shirt to pull it up and off of her. it's loose enough that it's not even that difficult, and she doesn't have to worry about the cold, because about a second after it skirts off her skin he twists to press her into the couch, his body sealed against hers and her legs still hiked on either side of him. the bed just seems too far away at present. it's easier to reach her and to feel her when she's underneath him, and it just seems fair to get to be on top for a little while. his hand is free now slip up her side and curl around her breast, even as his mouth lingers under her jaw. mostly because he likes to feel any breath and gasp directly under his lips. )
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it's more that Elektra has always made him feel alive. she's always dragged up parts of him that Matthew has consistently tried to silence. she made him feel alive in that he could be his entire self when he was with her, not just the polished and charming parts, but the damaged and dangerous and violent parts too. it's hard not to feel alive when so often he lives half a life, half an existence for the comfort and simplicity it offers. being with Elektra is complicated, it's like traversing a landmine of their past and emotions and fears. but it's also the most whole, most complete, he's ever allowed himself to be. )
When have I ever complained about you doing all the work? ( he enjoys having her on top, even though usually they're battling for that position of control. they wouldn't be them if they didn't.
he nips at the smile curling at her mouth, mostly because he can't help himself, but after that his fingers knot in his own shirt to pull it up and off of her. it's loose enough that it's not even that difficult, and she doesn't have to worry about the cold, because about a second after it skirts off her skin he twists to press her into the couch, his body sealed against hers and her legs still hiked on either side of him. the bed just seems too far away at present. it's easier to reach her and to feel her when she's underneath him, and it just seems fair to get to be on top for a little while. his hand is free now slip up her side and curl around her breast, even as his mouth lingers under her jaw. mostly because he likes to feel any breath and gasp directly under his lips. )