So, this will be a much longer chapter. Slight content warning, there is some vague references to the events in the prologue and the last few paragraph's are a little...saucy? ;) Enjoy.

At around 5 PM the following night, an unexpected knock came at Halina door as she sat cross-legged on her couch, reviewing the files that Marci had given her. Grabbing her coffee mug as she stood, Halina walked to the door and looked through her spy hole. Frowning, Halina opened the door to reveal Marci carrying a suit bag, a duffel bag, and her briefcase.

"Can I stay here tonight?" Marci asked, forgoing a greeting.

"Sure." Halina said, stepping back to allow her in. "Is everything okay?"

"It's just a precaution but Foggy doesn't want me staying in the apartment tonight." Marci said as she draped the suit bag over the back of Halina's couch and dropped the other two bags on the seat.

"Is this about that Fisk guy?" Halina asked, leaning against her counter as Marci sat heavily on her couch.

"Yeah." Marci said, sounding exhausted. "They had him Lina, they really did. They had an FBI agent who'd been working for Fisk, willing to testify. Foggy even got Towers to help. Hell, he did testify, in front of a Grand Jury!" Marci dropped her face into her hands. "Fisk got to them, sealed the agent's testimony. Now that Fisk's a free man. Foggy was afraid he might start taking more aggressive actions against him, and going to my parent's place is too obvious, so I came here."

"Shit." Halina said, finally walking into her living room and sitting in one of the armchairs. "But they can try again, right? I mean if they have the DA in their corner."

"Sure, if Agent Nadeem was still alive." Marci said, looking up once more. "Fisk got to him, he's dead."

"Shit." Halina said again. "What now?"

"I don't know but apparently Matt's gone a-wall again. Foggy's really worried about him. Matt's always been a little…moody. Prone to depression but Foggy says he can hardly get Matt to open up to him, even after being friends for almost ten years, let alone get him to seek professional help. But this? Whatever happened six months ago, Foggy is worried that a part of Matt died that day and was buried. He's going to try and prevent Matt from doing anything stupid, although he won't say what that is."

"I'm sorry, Marci." Halina said quietly.

"No, I'm sorry. I dropped all of this," she said indicating the mess of files on Halina's coffee table, "on you and now I'm adding my own personal shit to it to."

"It's fine, really."

The two of the settled into a comfortable silence as Halina resumed working. Marci hung her suit bag in the bathroom and left her duffle bag in there as well, likely full of her toiletries for tonight and tomorrow morning, then pulled her laptop out of her briefcase and started working as well. They had been silent for almost two hours when Halina looked up from her own laptop.

"I'm just curious." Halina started, causing Marci to look up. "You said that you and Matt didn't or don't get along. Why?"

Marci chuckled. "We did not get along, but I haven't actually seen him in years. When Foggy and I started dating again, Foggy and Matt had hit a bit of a rough patch, so I haven't actually seen him in a while. But it's mostly because of stuff that happened in college. Foggy calls Matt a good Catholic boy but during his college years? Not so much. He did what a lot of college kids did, you know drink too much, party too hard and even slept around…a lot. Several of them were my friends. Every girl in college wanted to be the one to fix poor blind Matt Murdock and all he wanted, was to get laid." Halina laughed.

"I guess I've always held it against him that he broke the hearts of several of my friends. But Matt isn't exactly a fan of me either, because I broke Foggy's heart." Halina looked at her, surprised. "Yeah, we dated in college. Things…didn't end well. But we reconnected while him and Matt were still good, eventually became friends and then more then friends and here we are now. Why do you keep asking about him?"

"Well, he is kind of hot." Halina said blushing as she laughed.

Marci sighed. "Trust me, when I say this. Even if Matt wises up again, I advise you to stay away from him. Matt has got some deep emotional issues that can't easily be fixed, even if he was willing to fix them. He's a sweet, thoughtful, and compassionate man but he'll break your heart because he never trusts anyone enough to let them in."

Halina sighed. "First, I'm not saying I want to date him, just stating a fact. Secondly, I know all about deeply damaged men, my dad's one of them. I know all about what that looks like and what that means. But they deserve love to, probably more than most people. Everyone deserves to be happy; don't you think?"

Marci's face softened into a gentle smile. "Yeah. You're a really good person, Lina."

They both returned to their work but after about twenty minutes, Marci asked if it was alright to turn the television on so she could keep an eye on the news. Halina just nodded absently, too focused on what she was doing to really care. She heard the TV come on and then heard Marci curse. Halina glanced up at Marci, she looked annoyed but was looking back at her laptop once more, so Halina focused back on her own work. She was disrupted again when Marci suddenly turned up the volume and watched the television with intense focus. Halina turned in her seat just in time to see the police doing a perp walk with a giant bald man in a bloodied white suit. She watched as the man paused by the car door, say something to the detective holding him then yell as the detective shoved the man into a police car.

"That's Fisk." Halina said softly.

"Foggy bear?" Came Marci's voice causing Halina to turn back to see Marci on her phone. "Are you okay? What happened? Yeah, we're watching the news. What about Matt and Karen? Are they okay? Good. Should I come home? Okay, I'll see you tomorrow. Okay. I love you. Bye."

"So, they're all okay." Halina said once Marci had hung up.

"Yeah." Marci said, sighing in relief. "Apparently, there was video that Agent Nadeem made, just before he died, that Fisk never learned about. They released it on the internet for everyone to see. Then there was some kind of fight, Foggy didn't go into detail, although I don't think he really knows much either. I think its finally over…"

111

A week later, Halina was once more in the gym, burning off some stress when, once again, Matt Murdock walked into the gym. This time, though, he was neither dressed in a suit, nor sweatpants or cargo pants. Just a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, and the jacket he'd been wearing recently, with his cane in hand and his glasses on his face.

"You should really join a rec league or something. You're pretty good." He said smiling like he had the first day she'd met him.

"Like I have time for that. Have you come to try and shoo me out of here again?" Halina asked, smiling as she wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand.

"No. I actually came to ask if you wanted to get a cup of coffee with me, I'll pay. I, uh, want to thank you. You know for well…a lot of things." Matt rubbed his thumb against the handle of his cane, looking a little nervous.

"Now?" Halina asked, looking down at her sweaty body.

Matt chuckled nervously. "In hindsight, maybe not the best timing. Another time." He said turning quickly starting to walk away.

"No, wait." Halina called after him and he stopped by the door. "I'm basically done here anyway. Just give me, like…an hour and I'll meet you somewhere. You know, so I can go home, have a shower, and put some normal street clothes on."

"Yeah…yeah, okay." Matt scratched his head; he'd obviously had recently gotten a haircut. The look suited him, shorter on the sides, a little longer on the top and slicked back. "Mary's Diner is open 24/7. How about there?"

"Sure, although I don't know if I know where that is." Halina said as she began unwrapping her hands.

"Right, uh, its half between here and your place but two blocks east. It's been around forever, used to have bright neon signs. Hard to miss." Matt said smiling again.

"I'll find it." Halina said, returning the smile.

"Alright, I guess I'll see you in an hour."

Halina watched him turn and leave, still smiling as she rolled up her wraps and wiped away as much sweat as she could before pulling on her hoodie. Like always, she jogged home, though the snow that had begun to drift down. Halina was surprised by Matt's appearance, particularly since it was 1 in the morning. Halina had tried to go to bed around 11 but she just tossed and turned for an hour before getting frustrated and heading for the gym. How had he even known she was there? Had he gone to her apartment first? Kind of a weird time to go looking for someone.

Still, even though it was a little weird, Halina was happy to get a chance to get to know the man a little better. He seemed to mentally be in a better place, although the fact that he was wondering the streets at 1 AM suggested that he probably was far from better. He probably just needed someone outside his life to talk to. Yeah, Halina thought as she stepped into her shower, that's probably what it was.

She didn't make it a big production to get dressed or gussy herself up. He was blind for a start, she doubted he'd notice if she was wearing makeup and it was also the dead of night, she was probably just going to fall into bed, when she got home and hope she could get maybe four hours of sleep or so. So, she threw on a t-shirt with her favorite band on it and a pair of jeans, not bothering at all with makeup, before heading out.

Matt was right, the place was hard to miss, and it had obviously been there a while. What he had called bright neon lights were now dingy and the sign that stretched across the entire front of the building was barely legible. No wonder she'd never heard of it. But it did appear to be open, and she could see Matt sitting in a booth, talking to an elderly woman in a waitress outfit.

"Isn't the point of owning your own establishment is being able to not have to work the all night shift?" She heard Matt ask the woman as she stepped inside.

"I've been retired for almost ten years but the girl who normally works this shift is really quite sick. I couldn't get anyone to cover for her, so here I am. Besides, I'm an elderly woman, I don't have anything better to be doing with my time. Let those young people enjoy their night out."

Halina smiled at the woman as she slid into the booth across from Matt. "Oh, you must the person Matty was waiting for. Needing anything, honey?"

"Just coffee, decaf." Halina said with a smile.

"Sure thing, let me grab a different pot." The woman said then disappeared.

She waited for the woman to come back with the decaf coffee and disappear into the back before she decided to talk again.

"Sorry I took so long." Halina said, suddenly feeling a little awkward.

Matt chuckled. "No, I'm pretty sure that was less than an hour. I should've maybe waited until the morning or after work to ask you. I'd have called but, well I don't have your number."

Halina chuckled. "You could have asked Marci; she has my number."

Matt laughed awkwardly as he rubbed the back of his head. "I could have but that would have been very awkward. Not to mention I'm pretty sure she wouldn't have given it. She's already told me to stay the hell away from you."

Halina smiled as she sipped her coffee. "Yeah, she warned me to stay away from you too. She kinda told me why the two of you don't exactly get along."

Matt winced. "That was a long time ago, I'm not like that anymore."

"We all do things when we're young and stupid that we regret later. Trust me, I get that." Halina took another sip. "So, what are you doing wandering around at 1 AM, anyways?"

Matt shrugged. "I imagine same reason you were at Fogwell's, couldn't sleep, needed some air. I wasn't exactly looking for you, you know. I was walking by Fogwell's, considering if I wanted to go up when I heard you. Fogwell's is kinda like my place to go when things are troubling me late at night."

"You go somewhere else during the day?" Halina asked, studying him.

"To church." He said, smiling slightly. "Although it kinda depends on what's bothering me. Sometimes punching out my anger works best, sometimes talking about it does."

"And what's been bothering tonight?"

"I've just been struggling with what I want to do with life. I…uh…was in an accident, about six months ago." Matt said with a wince. "It didn't just wreak havoc on my body but…you don't need to hear this."

Halina reached across the table and touched one of his hands. "You don't have to talk if it makes you uncomfortable but, I'd like to hear what you have to say."

Matt was silent for a moment as he turned his head towards the window. "I had this ex-girlfriend who died just before the accident. We dated back in college. She completely shredded my heart back then. Then, she suddenly popped back into my life, out of the blue."

Matt laughed bitterly. "She's like a one woman wrecking ball, both back in college and when she came back. It was partly because of her that Foggy and I fought, and why I basically bailed on him during one of the biggest trials of our careers. She even destroyed a romantic relationship before it even had a chance to be a relationship. Yet, I fell in love her again, despite everything…and then she died. The rational part of me knew that she was terrible for me. She encouraged me to be violent, be a rule breaker, to cut myself off from everyone else. At the same time, it felt like she knew me and accepted me way better than anyone I'd ever met."

"It doesn't sound like she did." Halina said softly. "It sounds like she only accepted a part of you and pushed everything else a side."

Matt didn't say anything for a moment. "You might be right but at the time…anyways, I was grieving her, but you know, trying not too. Trying to push my feelings down, move on. Fix all the stuff that'd happened while she'd been around. Then, when that accident happened…I…felt truly blind for the first time in my life. I rely a lot on my other senses: hearing, smell, taste, touch and…other things. After the accident, I couldn't smell or taste anything, my hands and feet felt numb, and I could barely hear, it felt like my head was in fishbowl. I couldn't walk for almost four months, and it wasn't until the last month that I've almost physically recovered enough to almost be normal. Add all that together with my personal turmoil before the accident…" Matt pressed his lips into a white line.

"Oh, Matt." Halina said as she squeezed his hand.

"I became very…angry. With God, the world…myself. I thought it was better to just cut myself off from the world, that my very presence would just hurt the people I cared about. I mean look what happened with Fisk. But I've come to realize that it hurts the people I care about more by not being there then being present. So, I decided to step back into my life again. Be Matt Murdock again. Still…Foggy wants to start up the firm again, he wants things to go back to being like they were before it all fell a part but with Karen as an equal partner. And I want that to, it's just…I guess I'm having a hard time trying to go back to being the old Matt."

"Then don't." Halina said making Matt look at her in surprise. "I'm not saying don't do those things, you know go back to your life. But you've been through something, you've changed. You'll never be who you were again. That's not necessarily a bad thing. Maybe just take the best things from your old life, the things you want to keep, and just start new with everything else. Be a more…evolved version of Matt Murdock."

"That is very astute." Matt chuckled sheepishly. "I swear I'm not trying to use you as a free therapist, but you are really good at giving advice." Matt seemed to study her a moment, looking at her like she was an enigma. "I just keep opening up to you, and I don't know why. Are you sure you chose the right career?"

Halina laughed also. "I thought so. Now you have me second guessing."

This time they laughed together.

"What about you?" Asked Matt, sitting back. "Why can't you sleep?"

Halina winced; instantly uncomfortable, she pulled back her hand. "Oh, you know. Work."

Matt seemed to be studying her again, although she wasn't sure how that worked for a man who couldn't see. "That seems like a copout."

"I just…you've got enough on your plate without hearing my bullshit."

Matt pulled his glasses off his face and looked in the general direction of her face. "I can hear it in your voice that its not something small and you were beating the hell out of that punching bag. I'm not good at giving advice, like you are, and you probably don't need it, but I am good at listening. Take it from a guy who's spent a great deal of time unloading his troubles onto priests and nuns, it helps just talking about it."

Halina looked at him, pained. "Its going to sound silly."

"I doubt it but try me."

Halina chewed her lip as she stared into Matt's clear blue eyes, trying to find hers. "It started with a friend request I got on social media this morning. Stupid right."

"I'm guessing it's the person who sent the request that is upsetting you, not the request itself."

"Yeah." Halina said with a sigh. "His…his name is…Caleb." Matt frowned apparently hearing or sensing something in her voice that worried him. "We met halfway through my first year of undergrad…we dated, for almost four years."

Halina stopped uncertain whether she could say the words, but Matt said nothing just simply waited for her to decide whether to continue or to stop. She stared at her hands as she reamed them, she hoped that Matt was right, that speaking about the devil would maybe make her feel better about him. Or at least learn to deal with him.

"I actually haven't had a single relationship since him. Because of him." Halina continued, provoking a shocked look from Matt that turned dark, he seemed to understand where she was going with her story. "He was really…great, at first, you know. Generous, loving. I knew he had some issues, but I guess I figured that so did my dad, but Dad would die before he'd ever hurt me and I guess I figured, Caleb would be the same. And it seemed like he was, at first. The first year was great, I mean he got ridiculously jealous a couple of times, but nothing happened. I just figured he was insecure and given time he'd realize that I loved him, and he didn't need to be."

"Halfway through our second year, he hit me, only once. I convinced myself it was my fault, that I'd provoked him. You know the standard battered victim stuff. It was months before he did again and months after that but then, it was like gates of hell suddenly opened and he'd hit me, a lot. I fought back at first, but he knew how fight too…you know, martial arts. Most of my skills just come from observing my dad, though he did teach me a little, but Dad's a tall mountain of muscle. Caleb would probably just bounce off him if he tried anything." Halina laughed humourlessly at the thought.

"It got better for a while, just about the time my friends were finally convincing me to leave him, but I thought 'he's finally changed'." Halina made a sound of disgust. "It didn't and like a fool, I moved in with him and things just got infinitely worse. For two years he'd prevented me from going home to see my dad, making up stupid excuses. But then Dad had finally saved enough money to come see me in Boston. I didn't tell Caleb that he was coming; I knew what he'd say, make me do. Well, things didn't go well the night my dad showed up. Caleb wasn't stupid enough to confront my dad, I'm pretty sure he was scared of him, but he thought that he could control me, and my dad wouldn't do anything about it."

"That last fight, was about the stupidest thing ever. I mean sure, I hadn't told him about Dad, but he'd agreed to go for supper with him. We went to a diner. I ordered a burger; Caleb told me I couldn't order that because I was getting fat. Dad nearly decked him right there; I think the waitress thought about hitting him too. But Dad was trying to behave, for me. Instead, Dad told her to bring me what I wanted. I think Dad knew something was up, before he got there, I don't think anything could have prevented him from coming to visit me."

Halina shook her head. "Anyway, I didn't get halfway through my burger, too terrified by the looks Caleb was giving me. Dad noticed, got mad, Caleb finally got fed up with the whole thing and dragged me out of there. I think Dad hates himself for not going after us, taking me back by force. I...I could barely walk the next morning, barely move. I just laid in bed for a long time hating myself. Then the phone rang, and my first thought was 'I have to answer it, it could be Caleb.' I was so terrified as to what else he would do. But it was my school informing my husband said I was withdrawing from school." Halina scoffed again. "Lying shit. The woman asked me to confirm this and…I broke down, told her I didn't want to but that I might have to. I told her that I was afraid of what would happen if I didn't. That woman saved my life. Angela Powers, I'll never forget that name. She convinced me to leave Caleb, gave me somewhere to go, encouraged me to call my dad. I haven't seen Caleb since. I kinda wonder if my dad went back there, after he'd gotten me out, threatened him. Caleb didn't even try to find me, or at least not that I was aware of. Although, he might have gotten the message when Dad bashed his most expensive things on our way out."

"So yeah, when I saw that friend request...I freaked out a little. I tried to sleep, earlier, but I just kept seeing…images, nasty images. I thought that maybe if I tired myself out to a certain point, my mind would be too tired to torment me."

Matt had, at some point, leaned forward while he was listening to her. Now he stared at his hands, silent for a moment. "I…I don't know what to say to that. Sorry just seems so…inadequate and I'm pretty sure my thoughts won't help either."

Halina shook her head. "There is nothing too say, Matt."

"Well, if it helps, we can stay here until you're ready to go home." Matt said sincerely. "Talk about our college days or compare war stories. I've got some good ones. Or we could go for a walk or go thrash another punching bag. You can hit me if you like, I'm used to it." Matt smiled slightly.

Halina chuckled. "That's…uh…sweet but I think this is first time I've seen you without any bruises on your face and your lip looks like its almost healed. It's not a good look for a lawyer to show up with a bruised face."

"Yeah, well, my face must look hittable." He said smirking as he put his glasses back on his face.

Halina laughed, causing Matt to give her a full smile. "A walk might be nice though. The snow has really started to build up, it's making everything look all pretty and white, rather then dirty and run down."

"I'll take your word for it." Matt pulled out his wallet and dropped a ten on the table, then slid out of the booth and walked over to the counter as Halina also slid out. "We're leaving, Mary."

"Have a good night, Matty." The woman called from the back of the kitchen.

The two of them walked slowly through the streets together, hardly seeing a soul. It was now past 2 AM so most people were likely asleep. Matt had ceased his pretense with his cane pretty quickly, seeing as she'd already seen him navigate efficiently without it.

"Why do you do that? Pretend like you need that thing." Halina asked as she stuck her hand in his arm.

"I dunno, I've done it since I was a kid. Like you said, people don't like different, and people are more willing to accept that I'm vulnerable or incapable of navigating their world without all the normal senses."

"But you're not vulnerable or incapable. Far from it."

Matt looked down at her and smiled slightly. "And that apparently doesn't bother you."

"No." Halina paused for a moment. "I was going to say that you're just like any other guy, but I don't think you are…in the best kind of way."

Matt's face became guarded then uncertain. "What do you mean?"

Halina thought about it for a moment as they crossed the street to where a park stood and guided him to swing set where she decided to sit down. "I'm not quite sure. I mean, personality wise, you're a diamond in the rough. Despite some recent setbacks, I think that a tough childhood made you kind and compassionate, rather than hard and jaded. Though you tend to push people away or prevent them from getting to close in the first place, or so I've heard. You're obviously smart, maybe a little too smart, which is why you come down are yourself so hard. Exceedingly high expectations for yourself."

"Physically…that's what I don't quite know. It's easy to forget that you can't see. You walk with confidence, even more confidence than a person who can see. And sometimes, when you look at me, I swear you can see me. And yet, there are times when you can tell you can't see. Like when you grab something, sometimes the way you feel it. It's like your hands are filling in the details that the rest of your senses can't."

"That's…uncomfortably astute of you. Again." Matt said wincing as he sat down on the swing next to her. "You know, most people don't notice those things."

"Well, you do normally walk around with that cane out in front of you, don't you?" Halina said gently swinging back and forth with her feet on the ground.

"Yeah…but still." Matt pushed himself back then lifted his legs to let himself swing. "Foggy and I were roommates for many years. He's seen me roll out of bed, completely off guard. Or when I've been drunk and can still negotiate the stairs better then him. Yet Foggy's never guessed that I could…"

Matt paused struggling for words as he slowly swung back and forth while Halina silently observed him.

"I can see…in a sense." Matt said so quietly she barely heard him. "It's like this new sense replaced my eyes but…better. I guess its like some kind of radar or something, that allows me to see all around me, that gives me a visual inside my head, but it doesn't give details just...outlines, I suppose. My other senses help fill in what that imaging can't. Does that freak you out?"

Halina thought about what he said as she sat still, watching him swing. "No." She finally said. "Like I said, I could feel you looking at me so I'm not all that surprised."

Halina looked back to the snow which had now completely blanketed everything with almost an inch of snow. "Probably a good thing you can't see, otherwise I would have broken your nose."

Matt laughed. "Yeah, probably. That was a really hard punch. Boot would be proud."

Halina heard Matt use his feet to slow himself down and looked over to see him leaning towards her, smiling slightly. His cheeks and ears were red, but she wasn't sure if it was the cold or if he was blushing.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked, his hand coming up momentarily but stopping and going back to the swings chain.

Halina looked at his face, then his lips. After a moment, she leaned forward and placed a hand on his cheek and leaned in further. He kissed her softly. The first one was brief, but then he kissed her again and again and then more deeply, running his fingertips down her face and then her neck then up again. Slowly, Matt pulled back and cleared his throat, his face much redder than before. Halina smiled, she really hadn't wanted him to stop but he was being cautious, for obvious reasons.

"Walk me home?" She asked, standing up and offering him her hand.

Smiling, he stood and took her hand into his massive, hard hand. Their pace was still slow but now, Halina leaned into Matt, and he pressed back. They walked in a comfortable silence all the way to the steps of her building, occasionally looking at each other. Matt paused a moment at the bottom of the steps, but Halina didn't stop, nor did she let go of his hand, and so they walked in together. He paused again at the threshold her apartment, making Halina smile as she looked back at him, a couple feet in. Rather than saying anything, she walked back to him, put her hands on either side of his face and kissed him deeply, pulling him in as she did.

She heard the door slam shut as Matt kicked it, but she was too preoccupied with kissing him while shoving his jacket off. They hadn't even reached her bedroom before almost every article of clothing was off but their underwear, entangled in each other, kissing, touching, grinding. Halina stopped him a momentarily at the threshold of her bedroom, smiling when he looked at her confused. But she just reached behind her and unclasped her bra and dropped it on to the floor before reaching for his hands and placing them on her breasts. Matt made a bit of a growling sound as he stepped forward to continue kissing her but this time grabbing her legs and wrapping them around his waist. He kissed her neck as he walked them to her bed where he gently set her down. Halina moved further back onto the bed and beckoned him as she stared at his extremely toned but rather scared upper body then looked at his erection tenting his boxers. He quickly freed it from its imprisonment, throwing the boxers onto the ground while Halina too slid off her panties and parted her legs eagerly for him, shivering with anticipation.

He knelt in between her legs and kissed her knee then kissed his way up her leg, to her hip then up her stomach, got momentarily distracted by her breasts, nipping, licking, and sucking before continuing his way up to her collar bone, her neck and finally finding her mouth once more. Halina was panting like she'd been running a marathon; she'd never been so turned on in her life. He really knew what he was doing. After a moment, he set poised himself between her legs, his manhood pressing against her entrance, but he paused looking in her general direction, looking for permission to enter her. She dug her fingernails impatiently into his back as she nodded her head vigorously, then gasped as she felt him slide inside of her, fitting so tightly against her. Halina held him tightly as he kissed her neck.

"I'll never do anything you don't want me to." He whispered against her neck. "I'll never hurt you."

Halina was momentarily distracted by his words, uncertain how she felt about them. She then felt him pulled back slightly and her brain shut off by the pure pleasure that shot through her body at the feeling of him move inside her. His thrusts were slow and rhythmic at first, but they quickly sped up as pressure built up inside Halina. The feeling was so intense she couldn't make a sound, she just kept trying to pull him further and further inside her, thrusting her hips up to meet his. Before long she let out a gasp, then shuddered as she was hit with an orgasm so intense, she thought she'd go insane. Matt hadn't reached his peak yet, so he continued his thrusts as she went limp, but it didn't take long before he too grunted and thrusted with particular force, shuddered then collapsed on top off her as he let out a sigh.

So, I'm not sure if any of you have read any of the comic books but I tried to describe Matt's 'sight' more like the comics do. So Matt and Halina are finally starting to get to know one another. R&R

-Shockra