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"I don't feel myself up often. You could help me out." Maybe in the beginning, years and years ago, when he was trying to figure out his senses, and that had nothing to do with getting off either. Now he finds his own callouses ticklish.

Letting his hands slide around to her back, he leaned forward a little more, his trail of light kissing, nipping and sucking moving lazily down over her collarbone and between her breasts. More than trying to gauge whether she liked it or didn't, Matt just focused on the little signs that told him she might have thought this was too much, or wanted him to back off.

Her head lolled to the side, hair sliding across his face before he started to move it down, to kiss over her fluttering pulse, to tease her just enough that her nipples started to harden in anticipation. "You asking me to feel you up?" She laughed, her hand sliding down to tug at the sheet barely covering him. "I thought I'd done a fairly good job of that with the cream."

"Was that what you were thinking about when you were-... rubbing me? And here I was thinking you had noble intentions." He tilted his head back as if he needed to in order to see her. "I'm asking you to consider spending tonight with Tame Matt instead of Wild Turkey." She didn't have to worry about breaking him even more - he was already broken. "Though I wouldn't mind if Jack Daniels joined us, if you're that way inclined."

"Nah. If it had been, I would have actually done what I wanted." Her hand moves up along the edge of the sheet that's still teasing to fall off his front. She tickles her fingers along that soft, sensitive skin just along his groin, avoiding touching the goods as part of this little back and forth they're doing. "A man into threesomes? I could dig it."

He pursed his lips and sighed as her touch had the muscles in his abdomen tensing up. "This usually goes better if we're sober, but. I don't want to be a homewrecker," he joked. Because she really did make her home with alcohol, and she had to know - if or when she wanted to change that, he'd be there if she needed his help. Until then he'd rather be part of the problem, and part of the solution, and part of- well. Everything.

"Just a heart-breaker, huh?" She leaned back in, nudging his chin up so she could lick over his pulse, kissing at it before she nibbled up to his ear. "Love 'em and leave 'em..." Softly whispered as her finger made a downward sweep, just a fraction closer to his cock, though she still didn't touch it. Just teasing that soft, sensitive part of of his body.

"Does that make you the pot and me the kettle?" She could feel him shuddering as he tensed up at the graze of teeth against his earlobe. He wasn't sure what he had thought she would have been like, but he was pleasantly surprised by this teasing.

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to press charges against you, for slander." She was trying to push him until he was bursting at the seams and meanwhile he could still hear the jingling of zips and muffled tugging of buttons against button-holes. It wasn't really an acceptable state of being. Since she hadn't yet gone back to pinning his hands down he might as well make good use of them. Firmly he pushed her away a little to put some distance between them.

"I'd like to submit Exhibit A..." Bunching the bottom of her shirt up in his hands, he pulled it up and off, listening to the tiny sparks of static and pausing to appreciate how her hair cascaded back down over her shoulders. He tossed the shirt somewhere aside on the bed. "And Exhibit B, into evidence." Reaching around her, he unhooked her bra and slid it off in one smooth motion, leaning in to kiss one of her shoulders where the strap had bitten into her skin.

"Now where were we?" he asked, a smile bordering on smug tugging at the corners of his lips as he took her hands and put them back where she'd been touching him. Although he might have trapped one of her hands under his, a little closer to his erection than it'd been before.

Edited (Nobody saw that) 2017-08-27 07:53 (UTC)

She'd been wondering how long he'd let that slide. It had started to be a game in her head; could she get him off while still being dressed. Seemed the answer would be no. Seemed that she'd pushed those buttons enough that he wanted to feel a little skin on skin. That was fine with her. She still had plans, though. Still had things she wanted to do while she had him under her.

Her nipples tightened at the cold air hitting them, her lower lip caught between her teeth when he kissed at her shoulder. Matt was an odd mix; tender and slow, yet she knew there was a part of him that liked the bite and sting of pain. That looked forward to it. She knew, because she was like that herself. A little of both never hurt -- not for long, anyway. "My tits are not exhibit anything, Matt. But, if we're using body parts as proof of things, how about... exhibit C?"

C for cock, that is, her finger trailing over the small patch of curls it rested on, the tip of her finger on his torso, but the side of it dragging along his shaft.

"Exhibit C's going to be a bit of a problem," he admitted, breathing like it was zero degrees in the bedroom. She had him aching for more, tempting him to flip the figurative table that they were playing this game on because he was losing pretty badly. There was a bit of desperation with which he grabbed her and pulled her in for a kiss. A part of him just craved the intimate touch of someone familiar, someone who understood him on a level beneath the mask and the shades, that much was true. But he wasn't so naive to his own desires to just dress it up as that. If he had the energy to grab her and yank her down onto the bed, pin her down and fuck her like an animal, they might be doing something closer to that right now. Instead, this was the closest to life-affirming bullshit that they seemed to be willing to indulge in.

"I do believe you're uh... tampering with evidence?" he queried with a raised eyebrow, smiling against the corner of her lips.

"Just a bit of one?" She might have kept teasing, was definitely planning on it before he drew her down for a kiss. Her breasts pressed against his chest, nipples brushing on warm skin and feeling the odd texture of scars as well. It wasn't off-putting, just extra sensation that she hadn't expected. But she was also more focused on the kiss. On the hands that were pulling her in, holding her like they wanted to do more than just hold. She could feel the tension singing through him, knew that if he was better, she'd be taking advantage of him. If he wasn't still resting in that doorway of injury to wellness, she would have tied him down to his damn bed and had him screaming, begging for mercy.

God, she didn't realize how much she wanted to do that until the image burned into her mind, making her kiss him with a dizzying hunger. "Should I take a closer look at it...?"

'Yes,' he would have blurted out straightaway. She could see that it was on the tip of his tongue too. He'd already drawn that half-breath in anticipation of saying it. He swallowed the word down, tilted his head back a little. Then he leaned over, until he felt her cheek against his stubble with every syllable he uttered. He'd said it so softly yet he sounded so deep and rich, the strain in his body devoid in his voice, she could be forgiven for thinking she'd imagined it.

"Only if you're not going to be gentle."

She turned to look at him, amusement written on her face and clear in her voice as she leaned in, licking along the entirety of his lower lip before biting it. "Oh, I'm going to be painfully gentle. This time. You want it rough, Murdock? Heal up. Then make me be rough."

To prove her point, she followed that up with the softest kiss to his lips, then to his chin, then in a scattered trailing path down his neck, chest, and stomach. She looked up at him from where the sheet rested, licking along the edge of both silk and skin, shoving back that urge to bite again.

This time? This time. She'd said it. His eyes caught the dim lights in the way he turned his head to face her,

"Never." Since he decided to put on a blindfold and try to be a hero, there hasn't really been a stretch of time where he wasn't healing. Even when he tried keeping the Devil locked up, he was healing - just not necessarily from physical injuries.

"If you don't fuck me up, someone else will." He grasped her hand and brought it to one of his many, many scars cut into him by a blade on his stomach near where she was kissing him.

She felt that. She'd felt it when she was washing him up, seen it when she was dabbing on the ointment. It felt like it had hurt. Like it had come close to being what had pushed him over from wounded to dead. And it pissed her off that he kept coming so close.

So to return that annoyance, she licked over his skin, breathing softly over him, cooling that strip of wet with her breath as she upped just how gentle she could be -- when she wanted to be. "More healed than you are now. You were fine when I first met you. I can't play if I'm worried about stitches or broken bones. I already have enough I have to be careful with."

When they first met - God that felt like such a long time ago, even though it mustn't have been that long. He wasn't actually fine when they first met. Far from it. How many nights had he spent alone in this room with his head buried in his hands, silently praying for all the noises outside to stop? Every domestic argument had him pulling the sheets over his head bracing for the sound of a slammed door at best or a knife being drawn from a wooden block at worst. Every gunshot woke him up from his light sleep.

If she had only known how damaged the man who put on the lawyer suit and burst into her interrogation room was. She probably wouldn't have wanted anything to do with him.

She sent a shiver down his spine, chasing those thoughts away. His fingers curled weakly into the sheets. Veritable proof that she didn't actually need to fuck him up to fuck him up.

"You were worried about me?" he asked breathlessly with a boyish smile on his face, one hand releasing its hold on the sheets to slip between her hair, sliding down over the back of her neck. "Thought you didn't care about anything."

"It's my one fatal flaw. Occasionally I give a damn." Words she'd echoed at someone else before, but they weren't any less true then. She cared, and it was what made her do stupid, dumb shit. Like get involved in things that had nothing to do with her.

But that smile, that shiver of his breath before he touched her neck... that was nice. That was what she was looking for. Her chin brushed over his cock through the silk of the sheet covering it, her mouth drifting lower until she was breathing on him, cheek brushing over him, still keeping that silk between them. She was naked from the waist up, and maybe that was a good thing, because she knew her underwear would be a little wet at the moment, Jessica not unaffected by his touch or by her own desire. It was stupid to want him, she knew that, but then again... she sort of ran headfirst into stupid all the time. "Exhibit C seems to be... in one piece."

"Thank God for that," Matt couldn't help but quip. He could have lost Exhibit C to an ill-placed sword at any point, but that luck of the Irish thing seemed to keep pulling him through.

How did she still have her pants on? That competitive streak in him, defiant and refusing to go down without a fight, was still a little disgruntled. Refused to concede defeat even though tonight was heavily rigged in her favour.

It was difficult for him to stay still with her head hovering dangerously close to his crotch. His toes curled under the sheets as he squirmed uneasily beneath her, heels digging into the mattress. She was going to send him crawling to confession first thing in the morning with his tail between his legs.

"Yeah, I don't think God's all that interested in what I want to do to your junk, Murdock." She was grinning as she pulled the sheet across his groin, keeping him covered but with the silk tight to his body. That way, it wouldn't move when she leaned down to lick along it, wetting the sheet over his cock, breathing first hot, then cold over that wet stripe.

She was still straddling his legs, knees on either side of him as she bent over him, ass in the air, mouth working to make that wet patch bigger. She sucked and licked at him, making sure the sheet stayed in place while she did.

"Nnn-" The 'no' doesn't quite make it out, if nothing else because it wasn't a real no. The gasp pulled at all the taut muscles in his stomach. She had the fine hairs on the back of his neck standing with how utterly incapable he was of trying to dial down his senses, the lower half of his body straining to move against her tongue, denied by the sheet while a fist in the bunched up top of the sheet tried to push downward insistently.

"Please." She finally dragged the word out from him, ragged, butchered by his panting. His eyes were squeezed shut and the colour in his cheeks was tinged by the way he tried and failed to ignore the way his senses tumbled over her curves. This was infinitely worse than getting roughed up. His other hand, still in her hair, squeezed tight enough that she'd still feel the tingling in her scalp for hours to come.

"I can't- please-" Stray strands of too-long dark hair fell over his eyes as he ducked his head, struggling to move his right leg. Damn her.

"Please, what?" Jessica was having a fine time at the moment. Matt wasn't dead, which would have made it great all on its own, but he was also naked and needy under her, licking his lips and panting and looking for all the world like a delicious, enticing piece of man-meat. He was more than that, of course, but right now, she was ignoring the mottled bruising, the abrasions, the cuts she'd dabbed in favor of sucking at the head of his cock through the sheet, teeth dragging over that hard, throbbing cap before she sucked at him again. "Come on, lawyer. Use those words. Impress me."

"Damn you," he whisper-growled aloud even though he probably didn't mean to snap at her. Probably. It didn't help that she could probably get him to come just toying with him beneath the sheet.

Words. Yes. He was capable of a lot more words than the five he's managed so far, but her mouth left him grasping at thin air. Legalese swirled around in his head mixed in with plain English, a smattering of Latin and Spanish and he's not sure whether those other jumbled up sounds belonged to any language. She was making a mess of him in his bed, messing up everything in his head, messing up his senses.

He had both his hands in the top of the silk sheet now, desperation and urgency kicking in as he tried in vain to tug the sheet down. His back melded against the mattress, easing the strain off of his abdomen as his knees jolted beneath her during his futile attempts to free himself.

She could get used to this. Watching him writhe, watching him lose all sense of everything. It was intoxicating. Heady. Almost as good as that bottle sitting forgotten on his table. God, he was gorgeous. It was probably a good thing he was blind, otherwise he might get too full of himself if he could get a good look in a mirror.

Jessica paused, moving to kiss down along his shaft instead, giving him a moment to breathe and gather what little sense he could. "Pretty sure that was taken care of years ago." The damning, that was. She was probably just adding an extra nail in her coffin by defiling a good, faithful Catholic like himself. Which was just icing on her sinful cake. "Please, what," she repeated, blowing up along the line of him, watching him intently while she did.

He lifted his head a little before he winced and dropped his head back down onto the pillow again. His groin sank a little deeper into the mattress as the small of his back arched off of the covers. Even though she wasn't actively trying to drive him crazy at the moment, his chest was still heaving with exertion.

Please get this goddamned sheet off, for starters, but only the word "off" made it out of his mouth between soft, helpless whimpers and shamelessly loud groans. Matt was a pretty terrible patient, all things considered.

Feeling her literally blowing his dick had him making more undignified noises as he turned his head and disentangled one hand from the sheets to grab the underside of his pillow, exposing the heated side of his neck.

"What, me?" More words were better, Matt, because Jessica didn't speak horny lawyer. She drew up, kneeling over him, straddling him halfway down his legs as she looked down at the long wet line of him under the blanket. She hadn't quite seen it in all its glory yet, but she had a feeling she wouldn't mind what she saw at all when she did. But if he wanted her off...

She held her hands up, a harmless position as she made to move off him. "If you're hurt that bad, I should probably go sleep on the couch. I'm buzzed and you're... well. Tempting as all hell."

"No don't," he protested-pleaded almost immediately, his eyebrows crawling up his facd as he grabbed her thigh hard enough to leave angry red welts on her skin. Don't stop now. Not that kind of off. Not like this. Why'd she stop? He could barely face her tomorrow when she'd reduced him to this feverish, quivering mess. He'd be too embarrassed to ever face her again if he had to rub this out by himself.

"This. G- n- take this off." He let go of her thigh and clutched onto the sheet, pulling at it a little, squeezing hard enough to turn his grazed knuckles white.

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I'm pretty sure Jessica can play more than the cowbell, but we always need more cowbell

She can ring his bell...

Oh baby. Anytime.

haha. What is this even anymore?

I have no idea. I'm just rolling with it. Apparently we've been going a while here XD

So it begins...

Naughty :P

You love it.

I will neither confirm nor deny that allegation...

That's all the confirmation I need. >>

dammit

I WIN

I think it's safe to say where Matt's concerned, it's usually a lost cause from the get-go.

Matt's a sucker for pain

I don't know if he can do what he does without being that way inclined

Pretty much.

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She messes him up in all the wrong ways

You mistyped 'best'.

He hates losing.

Think of it this way, he can just win really hard next time.

Badumtch.

Want to wrap this up and start something new?