bakerstreet | And I will try to fix you...

And I will try to fix you...

hurt/comfort smut;

Bruised. Beaten. Stabbed. Sapped of energy. Tricked. Mentally played and abused. Perhaps you've even seen your home world destroyed, depending on how Homestuck you are. Any way you slice it, characters go through a lot of crap.

There's nothing wrong with wanting to see them get pampered and taken care of when they're ailing. In canon, they may not have someone who can provide them with care when they're injured, support and love when they're sick, and physical intimacy all around. In this post, AU or other scenarios can provide them with a caretaking partner of their very own (or, maybe, someone to take care of, if the reverse is their preference). So, for once, weary traveler, you don't have to carry that weight all by yourself.

to bring you out of the darkness;

The injury may not be a temporary physical or mental one, however. Some characters suffer more deeply, even if they don't know it. Darkness covers their hearts, they're withdrawn, insecure, angry, or lonely. They need someone to reach out to them and show them unconditional love.

This post can provide that, too.

Whether it be the cliche and shameless "changed by your love" trope or something more subtle like getting someone to open up, the characters here can offer that and more. All are welcome, they just have to take that first step.

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You are. I...I care about you. [A lot.] I just don't want you to get hurt.

[The expression on his face softens. He likes that about Karen - she's so good and noble. He can't stay mad at her for long - especially with how close her face is to his.

He jerks his head a bit. It's raining again - pouring, actually.]

[Karen smiles for the first time that night, albeit faintly. It's not as if she didn't know he cared about her, but it's nice to hear it nonetheless. She speaks in a small voice.]

I care about you, too.

[In spite of the tense back-and-forth they'd just experienced, it seemed things were cooling down and Karen was grateful for the break. She reaches out and takes his hand in both of hers. There are no words from Karen for what seems like a long time. It's not that she can't find them, but that she's comfortable with the silence. Somehow it seems appropriate.]

[He welcomes the silence. They can argue and go on and on about the consequences of what they do and who's right and who's not, but after the night they just had, he needs a break. He can't help but lean in closer, knowing how close she already is.]

I'm going to kiss you now, if that's okay.

[He's been wanting to do that for awhile, but it's never the right time or place and they're in a weird limbo they aren't sure how to navigate yet.]

[They're already so close that Karen can practically feel his breath on her lips and somehow she's perfectly comfortable with it. When he asks permission for a kiss she feels her lips curl into a bigger smile. Her answer comes out breathy, barely above a whisper.]

Yes.

[She closes her eyes, taking in a breath like one does before diving into water. That's what kissing Matt feels like. She remembers. That same exhilarating rush. Still, she holds on and brushes a thumb over the back of his hand.]

[He doesn't need his sight to know that she's smiling. And he's smiling, too, as he presses his lips to hers. It's a chaste kiss - he doesn't want to scare her off if he uses more force - but he can't help it as he opens his mouth to her. He's taking the lead.]

[Everything about this moment seems perfect in that Karen wouldn't have done it any differently. When she kisses back it's gentle and sweet, but certainly not lacking in passion. She removes one hand from his hand, letting it travel up his arm. It slowly finds its way to his shoulder, holding on gently just in case there's an injury there.]

[This is exactly where Matt wants to be at the moment - with her, kissing her. He rests a hand on her waist while the other finds its way into her hair.

He breaks the kiss after a few moments so he can breathe.]

Karen...

[Karen keeps as little space between the two of them as possible when he breaks off the kiss. There's something comforting about being that close to Matt. She can't keep herself from smiling faintly at him when he says her name. Her hand brushes against his cheek.]

Yes?

[He grins because he can't help it - Karen's just...cute. She's other things, of course, but there's a part of him that melts when he knows that she's smiling and it's because of him.]

Do you mind if I change into something more comfortable?

[He chuckles a little and runs his fingers through her hair.]

[An abrupt laugh escapes her lips and she nods her heads.]

That's a good idea.

[Such a good idea, in fact, that Karen decides to lose a layer herself. She casually slips off the cardigan that covers her shoulders, letting it slide off behind her. It's just one layer of clothing, but everything begins with a first step. Once that's done, she stops and watches him with curious blue eyes.]

[He stands up and undoes the buckles and belt on his vest before pulling it off over his head. The actual suit is next as he unzips it in front and then pushes it down. Matt is left in just his boxer briefs. It's thrilling undressing in front of her - losing the Daredevil persona and returning to his normal self.]

[It’s really something else seeing Matt in a state of undress. Karen stands, as well, and lets her hand travel up his chest, fingertips tracing over the scars she sees. It’s her first time seeing them.

After a moment she takes his actions as her cue to get started on her own undressing. She works with slender fingers unbuttoning her blouse with impressive speed, then letting it simply fall off of her shoulders to the ground. Karen works on her skirt, too, shimmying out of that as well until she’s standing in nothing but her undergarments. She doesn’t have any scars to bare, just milk white skin that Matt can’t even see, only touch.]

[They didn't have sex during what he could barely call a romantic relationship. Every time it came to it, he ended the night or afternoon or even morning right there - too afraid to ruin something perfect. Not that he was terrible in bed - the comments he received were far from complaints - but the thought that he might ruin something good helped him see clearly when other parts of him clearly didn't want to.

He feels the air shift around her as she takes off her clothes. After a moment, he reaches out to touch her, too, his fingers tracing lines down her side to the small of her back. She's just as soft as he imagined.]

[For as long as she can remember, Karen has been waiting for this moment, this intimate closeness with Matt. When he touches her it sends all the right shivers down her spine.

She reaches behind herself and unhooks her bra, rolling her shoulders so the straps simply fall off. Once her torso is completely bare she eliminates the space between them completely, pressing herself against him as she leans in for another kiss. This time it's only slightly less gentle, but still noticeably more passionate. Her hand rests on his chest, trying to feel his heart beating.]

[He runs his knuckles up and down her spine, feeling her back curve as she presses herself against him. He uses his other arm to wrap around her waist. It's times like these when he wishes he still has his sight, but he doesn't need his sight to know that Karen is beautiful - outside and in. He knows how lucky he is to have someone as strong as her in his life - she doesn't take no for an answer.]

You have no idea how long I've waited for this.

[She smiles, trailing her kisses from his mouth drown his jaw to his ear to whisper.]

I’ve been waiting, too.

[Karen then continues her trail of kisses from his ear down his neck, just barely grazing her lips across his skin. It’s the lightest of sensations, barely a tickle, but it’s there. Once she reaches his shoulder, she plants a kiss and lifts her head.]

And now it’s finally happening.

[She wraps her arms around him, tilting her head upwards towards his so that she can kiss him more easily.]

[He kisses her back enthusiastically before lifting her up and carrying her to his bedroom - still making out, their lips attached to each other.]

You know, I pictured us having sex for the first time together a little differently.

[As he says this, he's trailing his lips, along her jaw and down the side of her neck, his tongue darting out a random intervals so he can taste her skin.

[Karen is almost too lost in the moment to respond. She tilts her head to the side to make kissing her neck a little easier. As if Matt needed any help. She smiles at his comment, wrinkling her eyebrows in curiosity.]

How did you picture it?

[As she listens to him, Karen idly trails her fingertips over his bare skin.]

[He lifts his head slightly to speak, but his lips are still connected to her skin. He can't get enough of her.]

We would've had dinner at that Indian place with the chili peppers hanging from the ceiling. We'd laugh the whole time about all our terrible ex's. And then we'd go back to my place or yours, buzzed from the wine we had where I would amuse you well into the night.

[She laughs quietly at the image. It’s so easy to imagine every detail. She loves that restaurant. All of the colors are so vivid and everything about it is still fresh in her mind.]

It’s perfect.

[Karen kisses his cheek right where it meets his ear so she can whisper into it.]

But so is this.

[She turns his head with her hand so that she can kiss him on his mouth, her tongue gently caressing his.]

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