SUNLIGHT ━━ frank castle

part ii

Frank, in under 2 weeks, had picked up your morning routine whereas Matt was still struggling with the little details after a month.

He had your coffee out and ready for you to assemble, he got everything out of the fridge that you both ate in the morning and in return, you had started packing both men's lunches. When Frank came home one day, laying a kiss on your temple and thanking you for the note you left in there ("thanks sweetheart"), Matt had turned to you with a frown and asked why he didn't get a note in his lunches. Frank gave a sarcastic reply in return ("you're blind, dipshit"), and in all honesty, you hadn't come up with an excuse until that moment. And secretly Frank hoped you would keep doing it just for him.

You were a sweet little thing to him. Always ready to greet him with a smile and something funny on the tip of your tongue. He ensured that sleeping on the couch you worked on during the day didn't get in your way. His military training kicking in with waking up well before you and folding up everything to put in the corner as silently as possible. It was the third week of his stay that you finally had a night to yourselves, Matt going out for drinks with Foggy and Karen for a celebration of some sort. You turned it into a movie night with a home-cooked meal. You got him helping in the kitchen, mindlessly chattering about something you were researching before Frank felt compelled to speak up.

"Can I ask you somethin'?" You stopped your stirring momentarily to look at Frank.

"Yeah, anything." You answered easily. So easily. So trusting.

"When we first met, you joked that I talked and smiled." He stopped his chopping, putting the knife to the side for a second as he set you with a questioning gaze. "Am I really that bad where you're from?"

"He talks to Matt, I'm sure of it. Considering Matt's his lawyer." You answered lightly. Frank noticed how when he came up in conversation there was always a very clear distinction between him and the other Frank. Other Frank was hardly around, a tornado of a man who came to New York to kill people and then left again, always at odds with Daredevil. "He just never does to me. It's all grunts."

"Never?"

"Is it bad I used to have a bit of a crush on him?" You asked, cutely scrunching your nose a little with a smile. What you said made his heart beat faster. "I thought I was making it obvious but apparently not."

"How were you actin' around him?" He abandoned the vegetables and instead came to stand in front of you at the stove.

"Hm, about the same as I am with you." You answer confidently, giving him a flirty smile that has his insides melting into goo. "You just actually reply to me."

"Nah," Frank chuckled, shaking his head and giving you a heated look. "That guy's just bein' a dick."

You scrunched your nose again and Frank knew that meant you disagreed. "I probably wasn't obvious enough."

"No." He said more firmly, making you look up at him with an eyebrow raised that had him willing to risk everything. "He's just a dick."

"What makes you so sure?" You ask with a crooked smile before going back to stirring on the stove.

"I'm dense, baby doll," he said, making you look up and freeze. Not at him, anywhere but him because you didn't want to know how he was looking at you. "I'm not stupid."

When he took a step towards you, your eyes snapped to his and you saw him with a small smirk. He reached out, laying a hand on your waist and came in closer making you hold your breath and your eyes dart down to his lips. He leaned in slowly, achingly slowly, tilting his head and at the last second tilted it some more. He leaned down to your neck, and you tilted it to the side almost instinctively, letting out that breath in a sigh as he gave your neck two kisses. He moved to give one last kiss to your jaw before taking his hand from you, a burning imprint of his hand being left behind and a smirk on his face as he turned back to cutting up the vegetables with his back to you.

You stood there, chest rising like you'd just come back from a run, watching his muscled back with wide eyes. You blinked, you had to or you would stand there all night gaping at him and you turned the heat down on your food so it wouldn't burn.

"That was mean." You told him, making Frank chuckle.