inbox | in the night.

[ultraviolents]

to be prettied up later!

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[ultraviolents]

[ he's got a point. even when she'd come back into his life, when they were working together against the yakuza and then the hand, she'd made the declaration that they shouldn't involve sex and meant it. his involvement with karen aside, she hadn't wanted complicate things any further than they already were. it was more important to her that he trust her again, especially after he'd saved her life. she doesn't know what would have happened if she'd survived that last battle on the rooftop, if that's something they would have jumped into right away or if they'd have to move past the years and dishonesty first.

they'll never know for sure, and in the end it doesn't really matter.

her spine arches into the rough of his touch and her head tilts to nip at his jawline, her teeth dragging lightly along the skin. her hips lift easily to accommodate him and she kicks as he drags the fabric down her legs, ridding herself of them as quick as she can. ]

[catholicisms]

( the leggings pull free easily, thankfully. he remembers another lifetime where he'd have to battle her clothing almost as much as he had to battle her, and the way she'd laugh and pull his hair as he struggled with the tight fabric. he remembers the sharp way her breath would catch when he eventually gave up and tore it open. she's always been fond of an undercurrent of roughness, and he doesn't think it's because she just likes the violence.

he thinks it's the urgency, that he wants her so badly he'll tear at whatever is in the way, that he'll push harder than he realizes just in his insistence.

there's something a little quieter in the undercurrent now. it's been a long time since they've been together like this, and they were practically different people. Matt doesn't want to fuck her, and he's beyond the hopeless fool that had grabbed for any closeness she'd offer, desperate to be close to someone that understood him. no, this is started on equal footing, with far more running through the moment than just lust and need. enough that a race to the finish just won't be good enough, not when there's so much of her he's missed and yearned for.

it means that even though he's got her mostly naked, once the leggings are disposed of on the floor, he just returns to lean against her fully, head turning to catch the mouth that's nibbling at his skin. the friction that the closeness provides as she shifts in his lap is just part of it — truthfully, mostly he just wants to kiss her, run his hand along the bare skin of her leg, and memorize the way her breathing changes as he touches her. )