Bound by Law (Matt Murdock x Reader)

42. Field Day

"Oh, what are you wearing today?" Matt asks as he leans on the threshold of his bathroom, standing half naked, only in his sweats. You look at him in the mirror as you put on your mascara, eyes falling on the bright white bandages. Matt listens to the subtle soft brushing on your eyelashes and a soft smile appears on his lips.

"Uh, nothing special, a skirt, blouse and jacket." You reply, as you fix your pearl necklace that you brought with your fresh clothes to Matt's place last night. You rarely wore pearls, but today seemed like a good day for showing them to the world. By 'world' meaning a tiny interrogation office in the FBI headquarters downtown.

"What color?" He doesn't hesitate to ask, coming next to you.

"Well, my skirt is black, as is my jacket..." Matt touches your clothes, sliding his fingers along the cut of your blouse. From the soft feeling of it - silk. "And what you're touching... Is red." You reply with a deep breath, and your skin gets covered in goosebumps from his delicate touch on the exposed skin of your chest.

His finger hooks up on your pearls, and he tilts his head to the side. "Huh, this wasn't there last night."

You smirk, "A lot wasn't there last night, Murdock."

Matt laughs, burying his face in your chest and kisses just below the necklace. "You better get going, or I'm gonna leave you with nothing on right now."

"Shut up," you laugh, pulling his face away and softly kissing his lips. "Do you want me to change your bandages?" You ask, turning your head to the mirror to watch him engulf you into a hug. His hands were your heaven, and his chest pressed to your body made your heart flutter. Matt shakes his head negative and gives you one last peck.

"Go, kick their asses."

"Yeah, sure, I'll do that." You grab your stuff from the bathroom and drop it into the bag, taking your jacket and your coat with you. "I'll call after the session. Probably. Take care!" You hurry out, suddenly weirded out by the situation. It wasn't weird to spend the night with Matt and tend to his terrible wounds, that were still questionable, and it wasn't weird to leave his apartment with fresh clothes that you've brought last night. On purpose. Yet, it felt weird to have such a domestic interaction with someone after such a long time... Maybe you've forgotten what it was like being in a relationship. Is this what it is? Relationship? With the man you're sharing the office? Anyway, this wasn't important now, not when you were already heading to the building filled with feds.

***

You watch Dex fix his gun in the holster, but quickly it becomes hidden under his jacket. It felt strange to see him in a formal suit rather than a windbreaker, and for some reason it looked as if he actually put effort in dressing up today and styled his hair as well. Is he trying to impress someone in the interrogation room?

"Care to join me for a coffee after the session?" He asks, looking at you intently, waiting for any kind of twitch of muscles in your face, yet you remain standing with your best poker face. "I'm pretty sure that this will take the whole day and more than one break."

"That depends, agent." You blink slowly, "On how frustrated with the FBI I will be."

He smirks, looking down at you - your red silk blouse, oh how he wanted to feel it sliding between his fingers... And your pearls. He didn't notice them yesterday. Or maybe you put them on only for him? Dex was quick to assume the wrong things. Although, he was even quicker to become obsessed with someone new. And currently, your crimson red lipstick was stirring something in him.

"It's strange seeing you without the FBI jacket." You comment, sparing Dex a brief glance but mostly keeping your eyes up front.

"Why?" He asks, pushing his hands into his pockets, and escapes from being caught staring just by pure luck.