Elektra/Daredevil
Written By: Angel of Neptune
Disclaimer
I do not; in anyway, own Daredevil or Elektra, who both are a part of Marvel. This fan fiction merely uses the characters involved within those two comics.
Title: Returning to You
Genre: Comic/Romance/Drama/Action
Setting: Right after the Elektra movie
Author's Note: Credit also goes to my Editor, Renada, who can be reached if you have any further questions. :)
Summary: After Elektra's adventure with the Millers, she returns to Hell's Kitchen; to Daredevil where she has to face new and more difficult challenges along with the return of an old 'friend.'
WARNING: This chapter contains sexual conduct.
Chapter Two
A Night to Remember
Matt Murdock's Apartment
"I've missed you so much…" Matt spoke softly as he rested his head against Elektra's shoulder, inhaling her sweet rose oil scent. Dear God, it has really been so long… He had forgotten what she truly smelt like.
Elektra wrapped her slender arms around him gently as she softly kissed along his jaw-line while her hands pulled at the hem of his shirt. She, too, had missed him dearly. They had been apart for too long. "I love you…" She whispered into his ear, nibbling on his lobe.
Shivers were sent down his back as she took off his dark red sunglasses and placed them on a nightstand before she lead the both of them to the edge of the bed. It was pretty obvious what she wanted done. She had been gone for so long; it was just the least of what she deserved, right?
She didn't wait another moment. She instantly threw off her garments as Matt did with his own. He wrapped his strong arms around her curvy body and pulled her down on top of the bed. She allowed her hands to roam his body. The tips of her slender fingers gazed over the many criss crossing scars that laid permanently on his bare back; scars that he had gotten from fighting as the Daredevil. She shut her eyes tightly before returning them to his face.
Matt ran his hand over her cheek, "Your heart skipped a beat… You don't need pity… Not from you…" He mumbled, kissing just below her ear.
A slight smile came to her face as she lend up to softly kiss his lips teasingly before leading him into a deep, wild, passion-filled kiss. Their tongues wrapped around each other as they explored new boundaries within each others mouths; both trying to leave the other breathless and craving for more. Her hands played with the short hair on the base of his neck while his gingerly stroke her long strands of dark brown locks.
It was one of those moments where he wished that just for a second or two; he could properly see her and all of her beauty. He wanted to see more than what the rain could grant him. He wanted to see every detail, every curve, every color tone that she had to offer, but he knew that would never be possible in his entire life-time.
God damn, why did his father have to work for Fallon? If he hadn't, Matt probably wouldn't be laying here blind.
No, he couldn't blame his father for what happened to him; not in that way. This was his gift; his blessing, right? He was now the man without fear. Fear meant nothing to him… So why was he afraid of losing this woman in front of him again?
"Stay with me." He whispered in between her long, sweet kisses as his hand traveled lower down her silky body.
"Matt…" She moaned slightly; it was music to his ears as she pressed firmly against him.
"Please, stay with me, Elektra. Stay this time." He repeated in a more pleading tone. He didn't want to lose her again.
"Matt!" She cried out in a deep moan once more as she gasped lightly, jerking forward, and her nails beginning to skin into his back. If he wasn't careful, he would have ten new scars by the end of the day. "Oh God, Matt…"
She knew she couldn't promise him anything, not with her job in being an assassin. How was she going to explain that to him also? Right now, it didn't matter; he was making her feel like she was in total bliss as she slowly reached ultimate pleasure. God, did she miss this man. She wrapped her legs tightly around his built waist, surrendering all of her to him.
There would be time to play catch-up later, right now, she was enjoying every sweet moment of their time together.
Miami, Florida
"How's that homework coming along, kiddo?"
Abby looked up from the kitchen table and towards her father, Mark Miller, who was entering their new house through the backdoor. A slight smile came to her face as she shrugged her shoulders lightly, "It's coming along, I guess. Things could be more interesting."
The two Millers had moved back to Florida after their little run-in with The Hand and Elektra to just relax and take it easy a bit. Mark had started up a few martial arts schools within the city once more. Abby had taken the liberty to join one that was pretty nearby to keep herself on her toes. You never know when you had to open a can of whoop-ass. The thought changed her smile into a smirk, but then into a frown.
"I miss her…" She stated, locking eyes with her father. He knew exactly was she was talking about: Elektra.
It was unreal how the two ladies had bonded so quickly. Sure, they were a bit spiteful towards each other at the beginning, but by the end of it all, for the first time in a long while, Abby had made a true friend, who, someday, she'll run into again. Elektra had promised her that much, at least. It was all she had to hang onto the memory of the assassin, a kick-ass assassin, she reminded herself. Elektra had changed her definition of what an assassin truly was.
"We both do." Mark mumbled as he picked up the mail on the kitchen counter. He began to flip through the bills.
"You two should had totally hooked up!" Abby whined. "I saw the way you guys were looking at each other-"
"Abby…" He warned. "We're too different for each other. Besides, no one will replace your mother, young lady."
She sighed lightly as she went back to do her homework. It had only been three years and she still missed her mother, but you don't run into someone like Elektra everyday. Elektra truly understood what she was dealing with. Her father couldn't even compare; he couldn't lay a finger on what she was dealing with.
Matt Murdock's Apartment – Hours Later
Elektra had curled up against Matt's body; both of which were tangled closed together by the ruffled up blankets that surrounded them. He continued to stroke her soft hair as she rested her head against his chest. She felt right at home laying here next to him; safe from the outside world. He offered a sense of protection that no one else ever could, not even the strongest body guards her father had hired for her back in the day. They couldn't compare to the man without fear.
The day was slowly fading into night. The sun was peacefully setting over the city. Sirens were going off deep within the neighborhood, but, then again, they always did in Hell's Kitchen and there was no way Daredevil could stop every single crime that occurred. Matt quickly dismissed the thought. Daredevil was taking a day off tonight, shockingly. He wanted to be here with Elektra. He didn't want to take the chance of losing her once again.
A small smile came to his face, "Mind if I take you to dinner?" He offered.
Elektra pulled herself up slightly, causing long strands of hair to fall forward over her bare shoulders. She placed her hand gently on his cheek, "Of course not." She replied.
Nicholino's (Italian Restaurant)
Soft Italian music filled the air scented with freshly baked bread and many different sauces as Elektra had carefully lead him into the restaurant. Easily for Matt, he pulled on an everyday suit he would wear to court, but Elektra hadn't really packed any belongings before she had come to the city. They had to make a quick stop by the mall for her to pick out something decent to wear. After a full hour and a half of searching, she found an elegant red, strapless dress that hovered half an inch from the floor.
They reached the podium where a waiter was happily waiting for new customers to appear. Upon seeing the couple, the waiter greeted them with a smile, "Ciao! Welcome to Nicholino's! Bella!" The man's voice was heavily dubbed with an Italian accent. "A table for two?" He offered.
"Yes." Matt answered, staring off into the distance, seeing echoes from the clinging of silverware. "Somewhere quite, please?" He asked.
The waiter took into consideration that he was dealing with a blind man. He nodded slightly, "Si, signore. Right away." He led them through the crowded restaurant. Elektra tightly held Matt's hand as she followed. The waiter came to a stop near the back of the building; to a table off at the side.
"Thank you." Elektra answered as she helped Matt to his seat before sitting down herself.
"Umm, spiacente." The waiter began. "Our menus don't come in Braille-"
"I'll have whatever she's having, thanks." Matt replied.
The waiter nodded, "I'll be back with your bread and wine, scusa." He said before dismissing himself.
"How did you find this little place?" Elektra asked as she gazed around the surrounding. The smell of the cooking Italian food was most pleasing and relaxing. Every table was covered with a peach table cloth with a white red lit candle as a center piece. The silverware laid ready over folded napkins. Her slender pointer finger traced the top of her wine glass.
"The owner needed a pair of lawyers to represent him in court a while ago." Matt explained. "There was a robbery. He's a pretty nice guy."
"So, in other words, you know the right people, right?" Elektra teased.
"I guess you can say that." He shrugged his shoulders. "Foggy wasn't too happy when he paid us in coupons. He was still getting over the fact that he had eaten nothing by fluke for the past couple of months."
"Fluke?"
"It's a type of fish… An earlier client didn't have a lot of money and he went fishing on the weekends, so he paid us in fluke." He replied. "So, what do you do now of days?"
Elektra paused as she bit her lip. Was know the right time to honestly tell him that she was one of the world's top assassins? I think not. "It's like layoffs. You know, payroll reduction, that sort of thing…"
"It sounds rather boring." He commented.
"It can be." She immediately replied. "Work isn't a good subject to talk about, let's move on to something else."
"Right… How about marriage?" He randomly brought up with a tiny smirk.
Elektra jerked up. What was he getting at, "Care to repeat that?"
"Marriage. What are your thoughts about marriage? You know, actually settling down, that thing." He explained.
"My thoughts? About marriage?" She paused and looked up towards the waiter who had finally returned with their bottle of wine and basket of bread. "Thank you…"
"Si, and a man would like to give you this rose, signora." The Italian waiter held out a red rose as Matt's eyebrows narrowed. A rose?
Street Outside of Nicholino's
Foggy Nelson was speeding in his car. Yes, he admitted it. He was speeding. Yes, a lawyer speeding, but that didn't seem to matter at the moment. He needed to reach Matt and he knew Matt was on a date at the small Italian restaurant. His eyes were locked on the restaurant's building just in front of him. Good, nothing has happened, yet.
The man driving along the road, heading towards the three way stop-light where Foggy had just started to make a left turn on, was preparing to stop, when the side window busted into tiny pieces of glass. A paperclip logged itself into the man's throat, causing him to gasp for air and ram his foot down on the gas. The car lunged itself right into Foggy's causing them both to slide off in an angel towards the right, right through the restaurant's giant window with the words 'Nicholino's' painted across it.
Nicholino's
Luckily for them, they had seated at a table far from the entrance. When the two cars smashed into the window, the glass got nowhere near them, but Matt instantly knew it was Foggy from his partner's surprising yelp. He began to stand up just as Elektra accepted the rose from the waiter.
"Drop the rose, Elektra." He stated as he walked towards the two automobiles with the aid of his walking stick.
Elektra raised an eyebrow as she looked down at the rose. Why was Matt tensed? She didn't decide to question him either. She placed the rose down on the table and followed. Then she realized, Foggy was sitting in the front seat of one of the cars, knocked out and bleeding from the head.
"I called 9-1-1!" Someone announced. "They are sending someone right away."
"Everyone remain calm!" Another shouted.
"Mamma mia! My restaurant!" The owner had quickly been summoned from the kitchen by one of the waiters, not only that, but, of course, he had heard the crash.
"Foggy!" Matt shouted inside the car towards his partner as he tried to pull the front door free, but it didn't budge. He frowned heavily. "Foggy!" He repeated.
"Remain calm, everyone! Please exit the building carefully." A police man, who was patrolling the area had stepped into the building and was leading the people out. "Avoid the sharp objects. If you have been injured in anyway, ambulances will kindly take you to the nearest hospital."
Matt stumbled over to the cop, "You got to help those man inside the car!" He snapped.
"Sir, please exit the building. Everything will be alright." The police officer replied. "This situation is being handled as best as it can be."
"Matt, let's go." Elektra urged. "Foggy will be alright." She said calmly, pulling him along to the exit. After a few moments, he gave up and followed after her.
Outside Nicholino's
"I need to make sure Foggy's alright." Matt instantly stated once they had gotten across the street as they were directed.
"I know." Elektra replied. "He's suffering from a concussion, I can tell you that much right off the bat. The sooner the ambulance gets here, the better-"
"Well, if it isn't the fearless man…" Came an all too familiar voice. Matt jerked his head up towards the voice. He knew it belonged to no other then Ben Urich, a report for the Post.
"What do you want Urich?" Matt demanded. He wasn't in the mood to have his buttons pushed by some reporter.
"Elektra? Elektra Natchios?" Ben asked, narrowing his eyebrows. "Aren't you suppose to be dead?"
Elektra stepped up towards him, "It's a long story." She pointed out. "One that I'm not at liberty to discuss. What do you want?"
"Just an interview about the accident. You two were enjoying dinner in Nicholino's, weren't you?" Urich pulled out a recorder from his pocket just as the ambulances began to arrive.
Matt flinched as he covered his ears. The noise was just too much to bare. It was as if someone was starching their nails against a chalkboard. Chills ran up and down his spine as he gritted his teeth. Elektra gingerly placed her hand on his shoulder, turning her head towards Urich, "We were about to, but the whole incident occurred." She replied, moving Matt to the back of the crowd, leaving the report behind.
"Urich has been on my case ever since he found out about me." He murmured, rubbing his forehead as he leaned against a brick wall. "The ambulances took Foggy, right?"
"Right." She replied.
"Grab a taxi." He answered. "I need to get there."
"Matt-"
"Elektra, Foggy and I went to law school together. I need to be there for him." He argued.
"He'll be out the rest of the night and if he does wake up, he won't remember the conversation you two may have." Elektra replied. "You're better off going in the morning when he is, hopefully awake."
Matt sighed as he walked up towards the curb and waved his hand in the air, "Taxi!" He shouted. Elektra silently shook her head as a yellow cab pulled over and they both got in.
"Where can I take you?" The driver automatically asked in a flat tone.
"Hospital." They both answered.
To Be Continued
