Okay. I roleplay a Matt Murdock in a group on Twitter. He and the Jessica in the group unexpectedly became surprisingly close. (They were supposed to be epic BFF's, but...yeah.) We are in a middle of in scene where Matt is distracting Jessica from dwelling on the idea that she has to deal with Kilgrave again. They end up dancing to P!nk's Try. (Jess's picked it). Since this scene first started, I've had this dream. I told Jess's author about it and she encouraged me to write it. So, yeah. Blame her and my subconscious for this.

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He knew something was wrong. He didn't need his senses to figure it out. Jess was tense. Like the strings on a bow about ready to snap. Her heartbeat had a quick pace. As if it was trying to communicate her fear though morse code to him. She's been this way ever since she found out Kilgrave was still alive. Taking on a new definition of hyper-awareness. He understood it and didn't condemn her for it. Her actions were what kept her alive this far. He was worried that she was going to wear herself down with this.

Since that talk and then impromptu dance at her office, something changed between them. A shift from friends to something more. What? He wasn't sure. They didn't seem to rush to put a label on it. Just dance around it while trying to figure out where the lines were. Because of this shift, they both seemed more comfortable with each other. Boundaries that were there before seemed to be disappearing.

Leaning close to her, he whispered near her ear, "Jess. Focus on my voice. Focus on that. Definitely, do not focus on the guy on the other side of us that seems to be taking a very unhealthy interest the toy unicorn under his trenchcoat."

It was that last part that caused her to give a sudden burst of laughter. Making her heart slow down a bit. She was still tense, but she was now leaning closer to him. Causing him to aware of the mint of the gum she usually chewed and whiskey she usually used to numb things. Most might not like the combination, but to him it was Jess. It was a strange kind of comfort for him.

Deciding to push a little bit, he wrapped his arm around her waist so that his hand was casually resting on her hip. Causing her to lean closer to him, but still be able to move away, if she wanted. That was very important with dealing with Jess. She always needed a way out. Just in case.

Her whiskey mint breath brushed his cheek as she spoke, "Keep me distracted. Tell me what's on your mind."

There was a loaded request. For some strange reason, people seem to think that he had more elevated thoughts because he was blind. That and that he was a devout Catholic. It was the combination of those two things that convinced the rest of the world that the raciest thought he had was to try and drink out of the milk carton without getting caught. Foggy of course knew better. He wasn't so sure with Jess. There was only one way to find out.

Licking his lips, "Well, you want the higher thoughts or the more base thoughts?"

He could feel her looking at him before he felt the shrug, "Let's go with base. I'm curious."

Taking a deep breath as he made sure that he leaned close so that only she could hear, "Very well. Let me know if you want to stop this."

Always give her an out.

When he felt her nod, he continued, "Ever since that dance, I've been thinking of you. The softness of your skin. The texture of your hair when my fingers run through it. It makes me want to go further. I want to lick and nip at your neck to find out what you taste like. My guess is that you're salty with a sweet undertone. Just like your personality."

He heard her breathing. Her heart started to speed up. Not as bad as when she was scared, but she wasn't calm. She hadn't moved away and there didn't seem to be any panicking. More like she was waiting for what he'd say next.

Tilting his head so that his lips were almost pressing against the shell of her ear, "There are times that I think I could get lost touching you. You seem like a song that my fingers want to know. I am sure it would get to the point that I would be that annoying person that plays that one song on repeat. My fingers brushing along your skin to see what sounds you'd make."

As he said these words, he brushed his fingers along the bare skin under her shirt. Just at the waist. Never going higher or lower. Seeming to be content with that spot. While he was doing this, he heard the hitch in her breath. It was soft and quick. Causing him to pause for a moment. When he didn't hear her telling him to stop, he decided to continue.

He whispered, "I wonder what you'd feel like beneath me. Something tells me that you would be wild. Like trying to ride a storm. Howling as I move inside of you. You are no passive being, but untamed and passionate. You'd probably want me to go fast. To be as wild as you. I wouldn't though. I would go slow and take my time. Knowing that such focus would push us both to the edge over and over until we'd happily fall into madness."

He could feel her getting warmer. It was coming off of her in waves as if she had become the sun. Her breath had become rabid and shallow. He could also tell that her hands were balled up into fists in her lap. He gaged all of this. Trying to decide if it was desire or panic. Knowing Jess, he figured it wasn't panic. She knew that she just had to say something and he would stop.

His fingers traced the skin above the waist of her jeans as he reminded her, "Just remember that we can stop this anytime you want. Just say the word, Jess."

As he felt her nod again, he let his fingers pause and still at the top button of her jeans. Just resting there to let her know that he could do more. He wasn't going to though. He didn't have that kind of an exhibitionist streak. Teasing her with the idea. He was all for that. While he was enjoying this, he debated on if he should be a bit more vulgar in his descriptions. He usually wasn't someone who did that. Of course, he wasn't usually saying such things to a woman on the subway. Didn't matter how long he knew her. Still, he was tempted to try and see how Jess would react.

He continued, "Don't get me wrong. I wouldn't always be gentle. Let's be honest. There are times that only a good hard fuck will do. But where should we? Should I have you bent over your desk? Slamming into you, until you scream my name. Maybe against a wall. Having you take my cock until we both collapse. Something tells me that we'd both would be in no shape to talk after that. I know. Having you ride me while on the couch. I'd think I'd like that. Not only would I enjoy being inside of you, but it would be easy to taste your tits. Show you how clever my mouth can really be. Does that sound like something you'd be interested in?"

As he asked this, his fingers went back to the side of her waist. They were making slow light circles. He would freely admit that he liked the ideas he described to her. Imagined them more times than he could count. Saying them to her made the imagines more real as if they could exist. Hearing her rapid breathing and a quiet whimper that escaped her lips, he felt that she enjoyed the ideas he whispered to her as well.

Before he could say anything more, he heard their stop being announced. The overhead voice had made Jess jumped. This made him smile. She wanted a distraction and it seemed that he had delivered.

He was brought out of his smug musings when she tugged him up by his tie while saying, "Let's get to my office and see if you're all talk like most lawyers or as good as you're suggesting."

His eyebrows raised up in surprise but didn't argue. Matt Murdock was many things, but he was no fool. He just hoped that her office would survive this.

Note: 50 Marvel Geek points if you can guess the really small cameo.