Face to Face with Someone New *Damned coda* Matt Murdock*

Pt.2

A bit of smut promised, a bit of smut delivered. Also, a little more fluff. Vera's POV.

It gets a bit explicit after "I hope it's clear that I really like what I'm seeing too." line; until that, I think it's pretty safe.

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It was a little ridiculous, but giving Matt his glasses freed her. Vera knew he could still see her, his world only drowning in red now, but it gave her a sense of normalcy.

Who was she kidding, there was nothing normal about what was happening. Matt was glancing back and forth, his gaze flickering between the car window and her as if he couldn't decide what was more interesting. And Vera knew he tried to make her feel like nothing was different; their relationship was still the same, he still loved her, physical contact was apparently still the best way to make them understand each other and they were still heading to their apartment, to their home. Yet...

They walked up the stairs, Matt few steps behind. Mrs. Ginger shot her a dirty look; Matt had no cane, but still wore his red glasses, he was touching the banisters and Vera realized it must have look pretty bad, her leaving the blind man behind, despite the fact this was his home. Vera lowered her gaze under her strict glare and turned to Matt when the woman disappeared – only to catch him staring.

"Are you staring at my butt?" she asked incredulously and Matt's cheeks went honest to god pink.

"It's a really nice butt," he offered with a cute smile that reminded Vera of a boy who just broke a window with his ball, but instead of making her yell at him, it was making her want to just take him home.

Vera gaped at him and walked back, taking his hand. He looked like she just took away his favourite toy. Thinking about it, ever since he had woken up, he reminded Vera a child a little – literally fascinated by everything (everything being the things he saw when he bothered to look at something else than her). Which was probably alright, considering he could see after two decades.

"You're lucky you're so cute."

"So I've been told."

The moment she opened the door, she hesitated. "Ready?"

Matt raised one corner of his lips in an uneven smile instead of an answer. Vera shrugged, stepping in, watching him as his gaze scanned the hall quickly. There was nothing to see frankly, it was... well, a hall.

She heard him follow her further to the apartment as she walked to the kitchen, helping herself with a glass of water. Her mind already raced.

"So, what's the plan after the apartment tour? Wanna see your armour? Because you should, so you know how ridiculous the horns are. Your dad's gear! Some photos? Are we calling Karen and Foggy to meet them up at Josie's? Oh, do you want to visit Fogwell's?" Vera babbled, her mind coming up with new things he might want to see every second.

She looked up when he didn't answer, half-expecting to find Matt staring at his apartment – their apartment – with his mouth hanging open. He was staring, but his jaw was on its place, his lips curled up in a smile as he folded his glasses, throwing the rather carelessly on a nearest flat surface. Oh, and he was not examining the apartment; his gaze was focused on her. Again.

Did she say something wrong?

She quickly drank half of the glass, putting it down, her heart beating its way out of her chest. He was still watching her.

"What?"

Matt's smile widened as he took several steps in her direction. "Those are all very good ideas."