A Marvel Netflix "Matt Murdock" Story [+18]
"I wish-" She swallows, her fingers curling into fists. "I wish I wasn't like this."
"Like what?" His voice is soft, steady, but she hears the ache beneath it.
"Like something that flinches when kindness reaches for it."
She dares to look at him then-his face half-lit by the streetlamp outside, shadows kissing his jaw, his mouth set in something like patience, something like grief.
"You don't have to be ready."
She laughs, but it's hollow. "And if I never am?"
A breath. A pause.
"Then I'll wait."
She closes her eyes, pressing her palms against her ribs, as if trying to hold herself together. "I don't know if I'll ever be able to let you touch me."
He exhales, tilting his head. "Then let me start by not touching you."
And somehow, that's worse. Because she wants it. God, she wants it-his hands, his warmth, the weight of him steady against all the breaking pieces of her.
But want has never been safe.
And neither has she.
[ Mature Story ]