marvel one-shots

< holiday ; marvel tv shows >

Matt Murdock

He rolled to her, pulling her body against his under the comforter. He rested his scruffy face into the soft skin between her shoulder blades.

"Good morning, Gr-"

"Five more minutes."

"Merry Christmas, Gra-"

"Sh," she mumbled. "I'm tired."

"I love you, Grace."

He sat up and smiled in her general area.

"I love you too," she admitted and sat up. She put her hand to his chest and kissed his lips softly.

"Merry Christmas and good morning," she said softly and stood. She pulled a shirt over her frame and tossed a pair of pants at him.

They smacked his face before he grabbed them and slipped them on. He stood and took her hand.

He pulled her, blindly, to the living room.

"Matt," she stopped him and looked around. Messily-wrapped presents lay scattered around. "It's beautiful."

He smiled and she wrapped her arms around his bare torso. "I love you."

"I love you too, Gracie," he kissed her lips and his hands wandered her body. He pulled away suddenly, his unseeing eyes darting. "You're not wearing pants."

"Merry Christmas?"

Luke Cage

"What smells so good?" she stepped into the kitchen to see a breakfast feast in the making. He turned to her and smiled immediately.

"Merry Christmas. First gift of many, a feast!" he went back to work.

He began stacking pancakes onto a plate and shoveling hash-browns into a bowl. She sat at the table, which was already made up.

He brought out a plate of pancakes, a bowl of hash-browns, sausage, orange juice, and fruit. He sat down with a smile, watching her make her plate up.

She stuffed her mouth.

"I love you," he stopped her in her tracks. She wiped her mouth with a napkin and swallowed.

"What?"

"I love you," he repeated himself.

"You do?" she looked at him across the table. His plate was empty, he'd been focusing on her and not his feast.

He nodded.

"I love you too," she smiled softly.

He grinned.