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

Pt. 3

A whole lot more fluff, a little bit of angst. 

Vera's POV.

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Even though they didn't know how long the... spell was going to last, they spent few precious moments just lying in bed; cuddling types, both of them, thank god. Touch was still a thing, even when Matt could see. He might be following his fingers tracing her skin with his eyes, watching love-bites blossoming where his mouth got too eager (she could feel the smugness radiating of him whenever he saw one, possessive bastard), but yeah, the sense of touch was as important for him as ever.

Vera was enjoying the chilling, letting him play with her hair, rewarding him with a kiss every now and then. She didn't want to press, hell she didn't even have the right; this was Matt's miracle, Matt's time and he could spend it whichever way he wanted to. So she patiently waited until he pressed a lingering kiss on the top of her head, his heart speeding up in his chest covered with her palm.

"Getting up? Time to see more of this world?" she mumbled, pecking his collarbone.

Matt hummed in agreement, caressing her hair once more before letting go.

Vera unwillingly left his arms, sitting up and swinging her legs over their bed. She took a deep breath as her head spun a little, convincing herself her body didn't feel like made of jello anymore. She was lying through her teeth, but she still got up, looking around to find her clothes.

She subconsciously raised her hand to scratch her arm, stopping in the middle of the movement, the realization of how weird it might look striking her. She glanced at Matt with the corner of her eye to make sure; he was supporting himself on one elbow now as if he wanted a better view and yes, he was still watching her. Staring even. Tracing every single movement. Jesus. No scratching then.

Matt tilted his head curiously when he noticed she had tensed. "What is it?"

His eyes travelled around her face, trying to solve the puzzle behind her nervousness. It made her heart jump. She felt... busted. And her arm itched, dammit. She made her way to the closet, finding clean underwear to put on, already feeling better when not standing in front of him completely naked.

"Nothing."

"Vera."

She turned to him, opening and closing her mouth twice without a single sound coming out and then she realized it must have look stupid as well. She wanted to bang her head against a wall.

"Please, stop staring," she whined, scanning the room for her bra.

His eyes turned hurt. "But I like what I'm seeing."

Perfect, Murdock. Very smooth. A+ for flirting.

"That's... very flattering, thank you." Except he would probably like everything, because he was fucking seeing things and people after like twenty years. "But... I need you to..." She drew small circles in the air, gesturing so he would turned around.

"Why?"

"Because I need to scratch my arm dammit!" she blurted out. At least she found her bra – it was still in the bed, right behind Matt. Duh.

Matt's eyebrow shot up in surprise and he pushed up so he could look at her even better. Awesome. "What?"

"I... oh god, this is awkward. I don't want you to have... a picture of me scratching my arm burned to your retinas, Matt."