Bound by Law (Matt Murdock x Reader)

34. Lawyers, Guns and Money, pt. 2

It didn't take long for Matt to answer your kiss. Your lips, tightly pushed against his, demanding for more, drove him crazy. He felt your hands posessively squeeze his cheeks, then softly brush against his beard and he almost let out a sigh of bliss, but instead, opened his mouth to welcome your tongue. You almost saw stars in your eyes when your tongues met in the middle and Matt's hands pushed your body flush against his, fingers grasping the material of your jacket to ease the tension because otherwise he'd be too harsh.

His hair felt so good between your fingers, smoothly sliding on his scalp. You wished your fingertips would have memory, so you would never forget this feeling.

Matt wanted to stay like this forever. He didn't care about oxygen, the case, the devil, crimes and this fucked up city that he loved so much. He didn't care about anything in the world because he was finally touching you, clinging to your jacket like his life depended on it, he finally was so close to you that he felt your crazy heartbeat reflect on his chest through the layers of clothes, because finally your hearts were beating the same rhythm.

You reluctantly pull away, breathless like a fish thrown out of the water and look at Matt, eyes tightly closed, a dazed expression on his face and slightly puckered cheery red lips. You felt your lips tingle when you inhaled much needed air and it hit your wet lips. You wanted to lick them to stop the tingling but you didn't want the taste of Matt's lips to disappear so soon. "We're never going to work, Matt," words leave your mouth without too much though when you breathe in his cologne, savouring the scent.

"How do you know?" He presses his forehead to yours, heads and noses touching uncomfortably, yet souls starving for any kind of contact.

"I just feel it." You whisper, nails almost digging into his wrists that tightly hold onto your jacket. You knew why.

"But it doesn't mean that we shouldn't try." He furrows his eyebrows, making you do the same.

"I feel something for you, Matt." You close your eyes, taking a shaky breath, "but I feel like there's something keeping us away from one another." Your past. It was always about the things you wished to forget. Not Wesley, not Robert, not anyone who you have hooked up with in college. Someone else.

He sighs, exactly knowing what you're talking about. It's him. He can't live two different lives without sacrificing one of them. The Devil can't exist if Matt Murdock is being himself, but Matt feels like he can't exist without the Devil as well. This is the most toxic relationship he's ever had, and it's been constantly ruining his life.

"I don't want to ruin what we already have if we don't work." You say again, as he stays silent, breathing in your emotions. You felt like you two have worked on your friendship too much to throw it out of the window so easily.

"What if we have already ruined it?" He laughs humourlessly, feeling your soft hands on his wrist, where his pulse was tearing apart his skin.

"Then I guess there's nothing left to ruin." You whisper, and he frees his right hand from your grasp, touching your neck, feeling the hot skin under his fingers and your eyes close on instinct. He kisses you, in a possessive way, as if afraid that someone might steal you right out of his hands.

You pull him closer, hands getting lost in his dark hair again, Matt spins you around and presses your lower back to the cabinet. "Matt" you whisper when he pulls away, but not to breathe in the much-needed air, but to pepper your neck with kisses. You tilt your head back, all too suddenly, and accidentally bang it on the upper cabinet. "Shit."

Matt pulls away quickly, touching the back of your head, "you're hurt?"

"God, no." You chuckle and then both of you break into a mutual laughter, Matt presses his head onto your chest. Your hands hanging on his shoulders, you whisper, "why do I feel like this, Matt?"