A bit of smut promised, a bit of smut delivered. Also, a little more fluff. Vera's POV.

It gets a bit explicit after "I hope it's clear that I really like what I'm seeing too." line; until that, I think it's pretty safe.

It was a little ridiculous, but giving Matt his glasses freed her. Vera knew he could still see her, his world only drowning in red now, but it gave her a sense of normalcy.

Who was she kidding, there was nothing normal about what was happening. Matt was glancing back and forth, his gaze flickering between the car window and her as if he couldn't decide what was more interesting. And Vera knew he tried to make her feel like nothing was different; their relationship was still the same, he still loved her, physical contact was apparently still the best way to make them understand each other and they were still heading to their apartment, to their home. Yet…

They walked up the stairs, Matt few steps behind. Mrs. Ginger shot her a dirty look; Matt had no cane, but still wore his red glasses, he was touching the banisters and Vera realized it must have look pretty bad, her leaving the blind man behind, despite the fact this was his home. Vera lowered her gaze under her strict glare and turned to Matt when the woman disappeared – only to catch him staring.

"Are you staring at my butt?" she asked incredulously and Matt's cheeks went honest to god pink.

"It's a really nice butt," he offered with a cute smile that reminded Vera of a boy who just broke a window with his ball, but instead of making her yell at him, it was making her want to just take him home.

Vera gaped at him and walked back, taking his hand. He looked like she just took away his favourite toy. Thinking about it, ever since he had woken up, he reminded Vera a child a little – literally fascinated by everything (everything being the things he saw when he bothered to look at something else than her). Which was probably alright, considering he could see after two decades.

"You're lucky you're so cute."

"So I've been told."

The moment she opened the door, she hesitated. "Ready?"

Matt raised one corner of his lips in an uneven smile instead of an answer. Vera shrugged, stepping in, watching him as his gaze scanned the hall quickly. There was nothing to see frankly, it was… well, a hall.

She heard him follow her further to the apartment as she walked to the kitchen, helping herself with a glass of water. Her mind already raced.

"So, what's the plan after the apartment tour? Wanna see your armour? Because you should, so you know how ridiculous the horns are. Your dad's gear! Some photos? Are we calling Karen and Foggy to meet them up at Josie's? Oh, do you want to visit Fogwell's?" Vera babbled, her mind coming up with new things he might want to see every second.

She looked up when he didn't answer, half-expecting to find Matt staring at his apartment – their apartment – with his mouth hanging open. He was staring, but his jaw was on its place, his lips curled up in a smile as he folded his glasses, throwing the rather carelessly on a nearest flat surface. Oh, and he was not examining the apartment; his gaze was focused on her. Again.

Did she say something wrong?

She quickly drank half of the glass, putting it down, her heart beating its way out of her chest. He was still watching her.

"What?"

Matt's smile widened as he took several steps in her direction. "Those are all very good ideas."

"Good! Good, uhm… where do we start?" she blurted out, feeling nervous under his intense eyes – he sometimes looked at her like this, this laser focused gaze as if he was actually seeing her. And now he could see her and he just kept watching her; it was making her very… uneasy for the lack of better word.

Matt circled the counter and she spun around so she could still face him. He somewhat cornered her; the idea caused her heart to jump again.

"Right here," he answered simply to Vera's surprise. His hand on her jaw was more of a hint then his words. "With you."

Before she could think of a response, his lips were on hers, taking words from her mouth. She spent one moment being proud of herself for thinking this might happen at some point and bothering to wear nice laced red underwear. She just hadn't expected it to happen so soon, because there were so many things Matt probably wanted to see; her being naked or at least very close to naked hadn't been expected to be on the top of his list. Maybe she should have seen it coming though.

Matt seemed to think she was thinking too loud and too much, because he let out an offended sound, the vibration on her lips causing her to snap back to reality. Vera sunk her lips into his, rewarded by his hips bumping into her, literally trapping her between his body and the counter. She rocked against him, his hand locking her wrist in a firm grip, before he changed his mind and grabbed her bottom, lifting her on the counter without putting an inch between their mouths. She spread her legs so he could fit between them; he did it more than willingly, pulling her closer to him. The shot of warmth to her abdomen at the contact wasn't shocking, but very pleasant. She sighed into his mouth, her hands gripping his shoulders.

"You haven't even seen the whole apartment yet," she mumbled absently, kissing his jaw, then moving to his neck.

His hands slid under her thighs, wrapping her legs around his waist. "Well, I'm quite curious about the bedroom now."

Vera silenced her yelp as he lifted her by pressing her lips against his neck, her toes curling at the bad flirting. Or possibly good, considering the jolt of heat it sent down her spine. "Shameless, Murdock."

"I don't care. It's not my fault you're the only object of my interest right now."

Vera's mouth froze on his skin. She was only slightly offended to be honest, she knew he probably didn't mean it like that, but it took her by surprise, okay. "You realize you just brought the term 'objectify someone' to a whole new level, right? By literally calling mean object."

One hand on her bottom for support, his other went for the back of her neck so he could kiss her lips.

"That would be honest to god sexist and mean of me. But I simply used the word 'object' to point out the fact you are what I want to see and remember the most from both inanimate and animate objects, " he breathed to her mouth and her head spun at the declaration. She almost missed the fact he had already managed to carry her to the bedroom. Her hands left his shoulders in order to start on the buttons of his shirt.

"Nice save, Matt. Seriously. Very smooth," she mumbled, focused on her task and on his lips that seemed to never leave hers despite them both talking. The lower she was getting, the harder it was, because their bodies were pressed together at any possible point.

Matt seemed to realize it, because he laid her down on the bed, undoing the last buttons himself and stripping the shirt admirably fast. Vera licked her lips subconsciously, deciding that no, the sight of Matt being shirtless was never getting old. Ever.

He tilted his head to side, smiling inconspicuously. "Is this how you look when seeing something you like?" he wondered and Vera's cheeks went red, her gaze lowering.

"Shut up. Your body could turn straight guys gay and gay girls straight. I mean, I know it's all hard work and it wasn't for free, but it's just unfair," she mumbled, only realizing how incredibly embarrassing thing she just said.

Nice, Macháčková. Perfect line. She covered her eyes with her palm so she didn't have to look at his expression after what she had said.

"Is that so?" he chuckled and Vera could hear him moving forward to her, the mattress bending under his weight. His hand caught her wrist, withdrawing her hand. "Don't hide from me, please. I didn't want to tease you. It's just… everything I see is new and so fascinating."

His collarbone appeared in her field of vision when he moved her hand away, so she kept her gaze on it stubbornly. Of course she knew he was fascinated by everything. It was just that she was… abashed. She never thought of how much confidence she was gaining thanks to Matt not being able to see her, as in see her. Even when he was touching her, compensating for his lacking sense, probably sensing so much more than any ordinary human, she came to terms with it. This was new for her too; and definitely far from fascinating. It was scary. Matt was now literally seeing her. Like… he was seeing she was just her and he was… him.

"You are fascinating, Vera. There are so many things I always had to wonder about and now I can see them. I'm-"

She swallowed her fear and pride, reaching out to run her fingers over his abs, looking up. She felt him breathe in sharply under her palm. "Yes, Matt. Yes, this is probably how I look when I see something I like. I guess it's a hardly a new information that I really like what I'm seeing, right?"

Looking into his eyes felt so surreal, much more intense when she knew he was making an actual eye contact. His eyes twinkled.

"I hope it's clear that I really like what I'm seeing too."

Vera pressed her lips together before smiling. "Well, considering I'm the first woman you see since you were nine…"

"I'm pretty sure that's not it," he hummed, leaning in to kiss her. "It's just you. And I'm very happy that you're the one."

Vera was confident her heart burst at this point. Jesus, he couldn't just say stuff like that. She couldn't fall for him further, she was already screwed. She was grateful his lips found hers, because she would have no idea how to react to that statement with words. Climbing up to his lap was much better response. And Matt seemed to agree, because his hands were on her at instant, sliding under her top.

Her heart skipped a beat for two different reasons. The one was obvious. The other one… she might be wearing something nice under, but losing her tee… she opened her mouth for him, meeting his tongue to lead him astray, distract him from stripping her. Certain part of his body agreed with her enthusiastically. Good. She liked it too.

However, it didn't work for long; he raised her top, pulling it over her head, tossing it away. And to her horror, he didn't kiss her again. He stared at her chest, swelled lips slightly parted, eyes wide. His fingers traced the hem of her bra delicately, making her shiver.

What was going on in his head right now?

"Red is a very nice colour on you," he rasped and Vera thought she recognized the emotion behind his voice, relief slowly washing over her. She searched for seconds to find the right word for his mood, but she stuck with lust in the end anyway.

"Glad you like it?" she offered unsurely, causing him to look up for a second before his gaze returned to her breasts, his fingertips never leaving the soft skin.

"Were you hoping for this?"

His lips got dangerously close to her collarbone.

"…I wanted to cover all possibilities," she admitted tentatively, her breath hitching when his mouth actually touched her skin, following the line of her bra just like his fingers had. He placed an open-mouthed kiss on her cleavage and she thought she might explode. Alright, she apparently didn't need to worry about him not liking what he saw. Very much no. His erection was rock hard against her thigh and something in her mind snapped.

Vera could never see into his head, but she might be slowly getting an idea of what was happening in there now. If he wanted to see as much as he could…. She gulped, making a decision. Matt's head between her legs and using his tongue was a pretty picture to remember; she should return the favour.

She framed his face, crushing their mouths together. She kissed a path down his neck, sliding out of the bed to her knees as she continued to his chest and abdomen.

Vera could tell the exact moment Matt realized what she wanted to do, because his muscles tensed – and he very willingly moved towards the edge of the bed to give her better access, helping her to strip his pants and underwear.

Vera wondered for a second what it was like to see his own member before she kissed his tip.

"Jesus Christ."

Vera smiled for herself. She had never needed to really think about how she looked when blowing him, but she tried to push the fear of him not liking the image out of her mind, swallowing him whole.

Matt gasped, his hips bucking forward slightly before he stopped himself, digging his fingers to the edge of the mattress. It took him a while to gather himself enough to gently sink his fingers into her hair.

"Christ, I don't think— that I'm ever getting this- picture out of my head even- even if I wanted to," he rasped, his voice breaking just a little when she licked his shaft, encouraged by his words. He whimpered, hand in her hair tightening.

Vera didn't even have to work too much – the moment the head of his cock touched the back of her throat, he was coming, his grasp on her painful for few seconds before it loosened completely, his whole body relaxing, limp.

She opened her eyes, tears in their corners, checking on him, only to find him staring at her, dazed. Her mouth left him and he immediately pulled her up, kissing her mouth shortly before tracing her lower lip with his fingers.

"You're incredible. Do you have any idea how do you look like this?"

"Obscene?" she guessed, not really having room to be ashamed. But she was, god, she was…

"Lovely. You have such pretty mouth, Vera, so pretty… I thought that feeling you and then tasting myself on you was everything, but Jesus…"

His lips caught hers again, locking them with his, thirsty for more. And okay, Vera was very much not complaining about the way he grabbed her hips, helping her up on the bed and she definitely didn't protest when he pinned her down to the mattress. The only moment he stopped kissing her, he stripped her jeans, his mouth drawing a line on her lower belly, alongside her panties. Her body fucking throbbed with want. His eagerness was contagious.

Matt kissed her over the thin fabric before looking up with a sweet smile. "I almost don't want to take it off," he complimented, his gaze sliding alongside her whole body. He kissed her inner thigh before straightening himself a little, getting a better view. Her first instinct was to curl up in a ball and hide, because she wasn't used to this – she wasn't used to him looking at her, not like this. She tried her best to fight it bravely.

"Could you… could you raise your hands above your head?" he pleaded hoarsely and Vera blinked in surprise. Well, that was the exact opposite of what her brain was screaming at her. She gulped. "Wrist connected, please?"

His eyes were fucking dark and wide, leaving no room for her doubts. Hands above her head. Okay, she could do that. God, one would think she should be confident enough now and shouldn't need his encouragement, but… well. It wasn't every day her blind fiancée got his sight restored, was it?

She watched his reaction closely as he gulped, the dark eyes possibly getting darker.

"I could just look at you like this all day," he murmured, taking actions despite his words. Fingers of his right hand curled around her connected wrists for a moment, leaning in, kissing her throat and going down. When he reached her bra again, he spent few moments appreciating the view before reaching under her to unclasp it. His thumb ran over her nipple, stripping the bra – when she tried to help him, his grip on her wrists tightened and he hushed her.

"Uh-uh, keep your hands up."

She opened her mouth to protest, comment, whatever, but his mouth was on her nipple and the words died in her throat. She left the damn bra tangled around her arms even when he let go of her hands. She closed her eyes, shivering when his thumb slipped under the hem of her panties, tracing the line where her leg and her hip fused.

"God, you're so beautiful," he whispered and she snapped her eyes open, realizing his mouth stopped caressing her skin, his eyes focused on her face, indulging. She realized she was biting her lip too.

Vera had never been so anxious about her reactions – because she soon learnt he noticed everything anyway, but now he was seeing it in addition and it was driving her insane, not in the good sense of the word.

"Please, relax, don't mind me looking. I've always seen you and I've always thought you were gorgeous. Come on…"

Vera closed her eyes again, breathing in deeply, trying to forget anything was different. She loved having sex with Matt. She didn't want to freak out, but she did, okay? Calm down, Veronika. He doesn't even have anyone to compare you to like this. The thought was actually calming and somewhat satisfying. The next kiss he placed under her navel was nothing but sweet, with spicy edge as his thumb caressed her clit, causing her breath to get caught in her throat.

"So gorgeous…" he breathed and stripped her underwear, kissing her clit, provoking her entrance with his fucking tongue. That moment, she forgot to be anxious about anything.