"Freckles! Where ya been?" The certifiably insane pilot greeted his best friend and love of his crazy life with the nickname he'd had for her since they were kids.
The young, freckle-faced woman huffed in annoyance, deciding to ignore the pilot until he addressed her properly. So, instead of walking up to Murdock, she walked right by him, straight into the kitchen in Face's 'borrowed' apartment. She opened one of the cabinets in search of cereal, but to her dismay, it was on the top shelf. Way out of her reach. Of course. So, refusing to ask Murdock for help, she tried standing on her tiptoes, clambering up onto the counter, and trying to knock the cereal box down with a broom handle. None of those worked, of course. Standing on her toes, she was still too short. She almost fell off the counter several times, and the only thing she succeeded in with the broom was repeatedly hitting herself in the face with the bristled end. She turned around and glared at the conveniently and irritatingly tall man in front of her. H.M. was leaning against the doorframe that led into the kitchen, arms crossed, and infuriatingly adorable smirk in place.
"Need help, Freckles?"
'Oh, that's it' the girl thought as she stormed up to Murdock, jabbing a finger into his chest and glaring at him. "My name is not nor has it ever been Freckles. You know it's Delilah and it would be in your best interest to call me that. I do not need your help, you infuriating, crazy, insuffera-"
Murdock couldn't stand it any longer, so he pulled her in by her waist and planted a kiss right smack dab on her pretty little mouth before she could finish her rant.
He smirked as he pulled back and said in a playful tone, "Now I've called you Freckles since we were kids and I will continue to until the Good Lord calls me home. I hate to break it to you Darlin' but that's just the way it is."
Delilah stared up at him, wide eyed and rosy cheeked. She hated (looooved) when he just up and kissed her out of the blue. It always left her as surprised and red faced as a school girl and she knew that's exactly why he did it. Still flustered, she spoke softly, "Well, I reckon I can live with that, Mur," she teased him with his old nickname and urned herself a breathtaking grin, "just as long as you give me some kind of warnin' before you kiss me!"
She really shouldn't have been surprised when he did it again, but she was. And when he pulled back, rested his forehead against hers and said, "Where's the fun in that?" she couldn't help but smile.