A/N: This is my first Karedevil one shot! I have loved them since season one and wanted to write a little bit of angst/fluff. This first chapter is focused more on Karen's POV. Let me know your thoughts!

Chapter one: Matt asks Karen to describe herself to him.

It took Karen over a month to come to terms with the fact that Matt was Daredevil and to forgive him for keeping such a huge secret from her. When she finally did, they were stronger than ever. Even though she still hated the fact that he put himself in danger so often, she knew that he was just like her; he couldn't sit still and do nothing when he was capable of helping.

When Karen arrived at Matt's apartment that evening after work, he was sitting on the couch holding an ice pack to the side of his jaw.

"I thought I had a rough day" Karen teased, slowly unbuttoning her coat.
Karen had found that she liked to do thing's slowly around Matt, since she knew his senses were heightened. It was like he could hear almost anything he couldn't see with his own eyes.

Matt, in sweat pants and a loose grey shirt, laughed.

"You know in comparison to other day's I've had, it wasn't that terrible."

Slipping out of her heels Karen joined Matt on the couch and grabbed his face to examine his jaw for herself. It was an angry mess of purple and red, but nothing she knew Matt couldn't handle. She leaned into his ear and purred,

"Well thankfully it doesn't look to be life threatening, Mr. Murdock. I think a kiss will do the trick."

Karen leaned in slowly and closed the distance between her and Matt's injured jaw. Then her lips found his and they collided softly, butterfly's erupting in her stomach. He could hear her heart beating faster than usual, as it generally did when she was around him.

He had noticed that pretty soon after he had met Karen. It was how he had felt confident enough to kiss her the first time, outside her place in the pouring rain.

He smelt the vanilla perfume that was generously applied to her neck and let his hands wander to the small of her back. He hoisted her onto his lap.

Breaking the kiss, Matt grabbed Karen's hand in his and played with it.

"You know Karen, judging from the sound of your voice, I would bet that you need a cup of coffee" he told her.

She loved that. He always knew how she was feeling and what she needed in the moment. In more ways than one, he was her hero.

"You know me too well" she retorted.

Picking her up off his lap and placing her next to him on the couch, Matt headed over to the coffee maker.

"I wish I did Karen and I want to. I mean, I don't even know the basics; the length of your hair…or the color of your eyes."

Karen pondered the thought. It was true and sometimes she had even forgotten Matt was blind. It was silly, but he was always so fast on his feet and much more coordinated than her.

"Is this where I tell you I'm hideous and you break up with me?" Karen asked jokingly.

Matt shook his head.

"I know that's not true. I can hear men's pulses around you Karen; I can hear it when you walk in a room and get everyone's attention. When you're outside and some jerk whistles at you. I've always known that you were attractive."

Karen blushed and she wondered if he could sense the heat coming off of her in waves. Clearing her throat she walked behind him and grabbed his hands. Turning him to face her and guiding his touch to her hair.

"Well to start, my hair is blonde. I used to dye it when I was younger all sorts of different colors but I've grown accustomed to it now."

Matt let his hands brush through the length of her hair.

"I figured you for a blonde; Foggy always had a thing for blondes."

Karen let out a breathy giggle and Matt brought his thumbs to her eyes, brushing softly over them as Karen closed them shut.

"They're blue" he said.

"What are blue?" Karen asked, biting her bottom lip in disbelief.

"Your eyes, aren't they?"

Shocked, Karen peeked under Matt's glasses.

"And you're sure you're blind, right?"

Matt laughed knowing it seemed crazy.

"I create pictures in my head of what I think people look like to me. Some people are harder to guess than others, but I always pictured you with blue eyes" he explained.

"Do you have any more eerily accurate predictions?"

This time he brought his thumb over her lips and stroked tenderly with his thumb.

"You have a mark over the right side of your mouth; I felt it the first time that I kissed you. Knowing it's there has driven me crazy. It makes me want to kiss you a thousand times more."

Karen licked her lips in anticipation of kissing him.

"Anything else you would like to know Mr. Murdock? I seem to remember you exploring the rest of me last night."

Tension building, Matt walked over to his room and took a seat on his bed.

"I don't know what you're talking about. You're going to have to remind me, Ms. Page."

Blood pumping Karen practically catapulted into his sturdy arms, her hand's enveloping his boyish hair.
The thing that Karen loved most about kissing Matt was that he always smiled. Every time. The type of smile where wrinkles formed around his eyes and he looked like the happiest man on earth.

He was gentle at first stroking her arm and then finding her elbow and pushing her firmly into his chest. Her breathing was heavy and frantic. One touch was never enough, one taste never satisfying. She grabbed a fistful of his shirt, needing him closer, needing him present. She pushed him backwards and they were lying down, pressed against each other. She's inhaling his shaving cream, the smell of his cologne, him. Not caring about the numb sensation of his stubble rubbing against her cheek, not caring about anyone else on the planet that wasn't him...and he didn't care in the moment either.

He didn't care about saving the residents of Hell's Kitchen, or beating up thugs and getting justice. He didn't care that he couldn't see her face or anything else superficial, he could feel her. Her warmth, her light, her strength, her beauty, all of it. At times it overwhelmed him.

"You're beautiful" he whispered to her between breaths.

"Karen Page you are the most beautiful woman I have ever met."

She never questioned him. Never asked how he thought she was beautiful when he couldn't see her. Those had been the most confident words that she had ever heard escape from his mouth. She never doubted that he thought she was beautiful and he never made her feel any other way.

A/N: I really hope that you liked this first chapter. Please feel free to leave me a review and if you would like to suggest anything I should write a chapter about let me know:)