Distract Me: A DareJones Fanfic

A Moment

Okay. I roleplay a Matt Murdock in a group on Twitter. He and the Jessica in the group unexpectedly became surprisingly close. (They were supposed to be epic BFF's, but....yeah.) We are in a middle of in scene where Matt is distracting Jessica from dwelling on the idea that she has to deal with Kilgrave again. They end up dancing to P!nk's Try. (Jess's picked it). Since this scene first started, I've had this dream. I told Jess's author about it and she encouraged me to write it. So, yeah. Blame her and my subconscious for this.

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He knew something was wrong. He didn't need his senses to figure it out. Jess was tense. Like the strings on a bow about ready to snap. Her heartbeat had a quick pace. As if it was trying to communicate her fear though morse code to him. She's been this way ever since she found out Kilgrave was still alive. Taking on a new definition of hyper-awareness. He understood it and didn't condemn her for it. Her actions were what kept her alive this far. He was worried that she was going to wear herself down with this.

Since that talk and then impromptu dance at her office, something changed between them. A shift from friends to something more. What? He wasn't sure. They didn't seem to rush to put a label on it. Just dance around it while trying to figure out where the lines were. Because of this shift, they both seemed more comfortable with each other. Boundaries that were there before seemed to be disappearing.

Leaning close to her, he whispered near her ear, "Jess. Focus on my voice. Focus on that. Definitely, do not focus on the guy on the other side of us that seems to be taking a very unhealthy interest the toy unicorn under his trenchcoat."

It was that last part that caused her to give a sudden burst of laughter. Making her heart slow down a bit. She was still tense, but she was now leaning closer to him. Causing him to aware of the mint of the gum she usually chewed and whiskey she usually used to numb things. Most might not like the combination, but to him it was Jess. It was a strange kind of comfort for him.

Deciding to push a little bit, he wrapped his arm around her waist so that his hand was casually resting on her hip. Causing her to lean closer to him, but still be able to move away, if she wanted. That was very important with dealing with Jess. She always needed a way out. Just in case.

Her whiskey mint breath brushed his cheek as she spoke, "Keep me distracted. Tell me what's on your mind."

There was a loaded request. For some strange reason, people seem to think that he had more elevated thoughts because he was blind. That and that he was a devout Catholic. It was the combination of those two things that convinced the rest of the world that the raciest thought he had was to try and drink out of the milk carton without getting caught. Foggy of course knew better. He wasn't so sure with Jess. There was only one way to find out.

Licking his lips, "Well, you want the higher thoughts or the more base thoughts?"

He could feel her looking at him before he felt the shrug, "Let's go with base. I'm curious."

Taking a deep breath as he made sure that he leaned close so that only she could hear, "Very well. Let me know if you want to stop this."

Always give her an out.

When he felt her nod, he continued, "Ever since that dance, I've been thinking of you. The softness of your skin. The texture of your hair when my fingers run through it. It makes me want to go further. I want to lick and nip at your neck to find out what you taste like. My guess is that you're salty with a sweet undertone. Just like your personality."