||Matt Murdock x Reader|| One shots||

The Priest

The chill of the breeze was enough to cool the beads of sweat forming on your neck. You would think that for someone who's lived in New York for their entire life they would know that having an outdoor wedding in winter is something that you typically refrained from--but maybe the thrill of being in the honeymoon stage throws all logic out the window. From what you've seen at least, that tends to be the case for many couples in your life.

Dark, heavy, bleak and cold winds caused cold sweat to run down your back and down your dress. This was nothing old for New York winters, it just seemed to be much worse when you were in a silk dress that had barley any coverage over your arms. But again, honeymoon phases kick all logic out the window. It definitely did that for your best friend as well.

"First time?" The man next you asked, turning in your direction as you peaked up from the piece of paper in your hands.

"Wedding?" You shook your head with a scoff. "No this is about the third just in the past two months. Wedding speech? Yes. This would be my first."

The man chuckled lightly, and you couldn't help but notice every feature on his face. Red plump lips that formed into a pout, the crows feet that rested on the edge of his eyes from years of small smiles, thick red frames that covered his eyes, and the most fluffy brown hair that rested on the top of his head. 

"Your the priest," You pointed out. "Right?"

The man smiled and nodded, "What gave it away?"

You looked at him even harder, "Well the bible in your hand was enough confirmation." 

The man caught on, "Right. Yeah, forgot about that." He continued facing your direction. "Seems like my nerves are getting the best of me right now. Bad time to ask if you have a cigarette?"

You shook your head with a smile, "A priest asking for a cigarette? This seems like some sort of joke."

You both continued speaking with each other. You were early for the ceremony so it gave you both enough time to make a few jokes, some of which were wildly inappropriate for a priest to be saying, but hell, you couldn't blame him. The idea of having to remain pure all day everyday seemed like some sort of wild punishment from God. He didn't feel like a boring priest, in fact he didn't feel like anything you had ever met before.

After the most dull ceremony you had ever endured, you stayed for the wedding party after. Sure enough, the same priest as before was lined up with groups of people, sharing in conversations as the night grew longer and colder. The thing was, his attention wasn't focused on the conversation in front of him, but rather your every move and word that left your mouth. 

Finally finding yourselves talking in a corner again, you learned that he had lost his wife a few years back. He said she had died in a tragic car accident while pregnant with their first child, and from the look of it, he still wasn't over it. But how could someone get over something like that? Loosing both the love of your life and your child in the same day seems to be the worst punishment anyone could endure. 

Three hours later after liquor had set in and the blaring music grew louder and louder, you both had found yourselves entangled with each other in a library towards the back of the building. Your back hit bookshelves behind you as you let out breathless moans that we're soon covered by the feeling of his lips ravishing over yours. 

At first, you didn't know what to think of all of this. Something about a priest going against the laws he was sworn to obey was well...hot to say the least. It felt scandalous, it felt wrong, but most of all, it felt good. It felt like heaven.

The occurrences became more frequent.

He showed up at your house every day, and every day came with the same struggles as the day before.