Daredevil - Matt Murdock

18

Matt had been gone for most of the night, the sun was due to come up in a couple of hours and you tossed and turned all night hoping he was safe. The only clue that Matt had returned was the sound of his suit hitting the floor, the distinct metal clinking on the floor. You sat up in bed and watch his figure move to the bathroom.

"I didn't mean to wake you" you blinked to make sure this wasn't a dream.

"You didn't. You hurt?" he closed the bathroom door behind him without an answer. Your eyebrows creased, "you're limping Matt, are you hurt?" this time your voice was far more stern. Like he could hide that fact that half of his side was covered in blood.

"I ripped the stiches I'll be fine" he shuffled to the bathroom, small grunts leaving his mouth. This boy was something else. You rolled your eyes and followed after him into the bathroom he turned to you and tried to gesture for you to leave the bathroom.

"No Matt, you told me to stay here while you fight my battles okay so I get to patch you up when you come home." you pulled at his arms and held them by his side. Matt tried his best to keep his face stone, you'd called it home. He had really done a number on this torso. You retrieved the first aid kit from the kitchen, tip toing because of the cold floor. He was leaning up against the wall and almost panting.

"This is going to suck Matt and for that I am sorry," you poured antiseptic over his wound and continued, "can't say I won't enjoy this though" he winced and you mumbled an apology before getting back to work.

After what felt like hours of both hurting and helping Matt you were done and he was patched up. You took a wet cloth and started to wash off the dried blood as much as you could. The cold water on his hot skin made him moan slightly and you both froze.

"that uhh, that feels nice" he stuttered, falling all over his own words.

"Got it Murdock, thank you" he finally smiled and you couldn't help but smile back. Matthew Murdock, always the mystery.

"Tell me about what you did tonight" he froze and almost pulled away from you. How could he tell you about the devil, you were so pure and light and sweet and he would ruin all of that. The devil would ruin that.

"Matt," you ran a hand down his side that wasn't all bruised and battered and he inhaled sharply.

"I'm a big girl, tell me about it" he moved to be completely in front of you. You couldn't help but stare into his eyes. They were searching for something, anything to lock on to so you spoke.

"Matthew I'm not afraid of you" he listened harder to those words than anything he could remember. He listened to the way your tongue moved around in your mouth and how you voice box vibrated. Mostly he listened to your heart beat. You're steady heart beat.

Not a lie.

His eyebrows furred. You weren't lying.

"I..." he hesitated but convinced himself to continue. "I tracked down the guy that broke into your house and I" his eyes narrowed, "interrogated him" his lips turned up just a little before you rolled your eyes, and he heard that.

"What?" he rolled his head slightly to one side.

"Interrogated him Matt, really?" he smiled before catching himself and straightening his face. "Just tell me you beat the shit out of him." At that he let out a real laugh and threw his head back slightly.

Matt's laugh was something that came around in a blue moon and it was beautiful when it did. You would sell your soul to hear that boy laugh at your jokes. The smile on your face must've been huge because Matt heard it. His hand traced your lower lip and turned the tone in that room.

You were suddenly yearning for him, you wrapped your arms around his neck and slowly leaned in, painfully slow.

Matt was contemplating the kiss, he had time to debate the good and that bad before he was half way to your lips. He was fighting himself on the way you reacted to The Devil, you seemed very okay with him being his unruly self. He was so scared to show you more of that side of him, it was dirty and feral but you were so good. Too good for him anyway. He was usually such a selfless man like the good book told him to be but, something about you and they way you held and loved him unconditionally made him ache to be selfish. Kept telling himself, "just this once".

He pulled your face into his fast and kissed you with all of him. He wanted you to know how much he appreciated they way you would just pick him up and shake him off and take him as he was. Damaged, bruised and broken.

You smiled slightly as Matt kissed you, he slid his arms around you and you could feel him try to lift you up. "Matt, no. You'll break something" you turned you head to look down at his torso and chuckled slightly making Matt's heart flutter. His face split with a smile and he covered your neck in sloppy wet kisses. Your stomach hurt so bad from laughing and being tickled so much.

"Matt please" you'd pled to be released and just for you two to go to bed. "You need rest Matt, come on" you slowly but surely steered him back to the bed where he flopped down on his back and you toppled down on top of him.

"Thank you, Jesus" you paused, whoops. "That's one for the swear jar" Matt laughed whole heartedly, the idea that saying the lords name in vain around Matthew Murdock was so unbelievably hilarious to him, a man that paraded around at night beating people half to death made his night.

"I like staying here Murdock" You turned to face him, speaking to his heart.

"I really like having you around, you'll fill my swear jar" you both chuckled again, you tucked into each other and slowly but peacefully, slipped into a comfortable sleep.