log; black cat & daredevil WHO: Felicia Hardy & Matt Murdock WHEN: Sunday, April 12th, evening WHERE: Felicia (and Kaylee, Saffron and Liv's) apartment WHAT: Felicia and Matt finish what they started before they were grabbed up and dumped in the game. Matt almost nudges it into depressing backstory territory and Felicia's like "no, stop, tell me how great I am". He ends up staying overnight. It's short and ultimately sweet. WARNING(S): It's a post-sex (post being operative), but just to be absolutely safe, we're going to warn this for sexual content. There's nothing explicit and it's mostly snuggling and flirting, but it's… you know. About sex. Matt's shirt is the only clothing that makes a cameo appearance.
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So. That went well.
They had other problems to pay attention to, but Felicia had never been good at being overly serious. They were stuck here, with the side effect being that she was no longer on the run from Black Spectre because she'd decided to help Matt instead of do what she'd been hired to do, so as far as she was concerned she'd earned a little more of Matt's attention.
When that attention was finished, Felicia stayed draped over Matt's chest, straddling his belly and resting her head just underneath his chin. She cuddled like a particularly needy cat, making as much physical contact as possible and nudging Matt's arm until it was wrapped around her. In a while she might get bored with being touched, or might make herself pull away, but in the immediate afterglow she still wanted to be close. Her hair was slick against the back of her neck, flyaway white strands sticking to her forehead, her cheek. Felicia wasn't a large woman, but her presence was overwhelming; she was big-hipped and heavy-chested, her arms and legs tight with muscle, her scents all sweat and sex, and she purred when Matt touched her back or the sensitive areas on her soft skin. Once she was close, it was hard to imagine a space she didn't occupy.
"Mmm…" Felicia groped for the comforter and dragged it up over them. Now that they were calming down, it was still too chilly to just be out in the air. "So… hi."
Matt let out a breath. "Hi."
The bad feelings hadn't set in yet — the ones where he felt like he'd made a mistake, or he'd make things weird between him and Peter, or he'd end up somehow screwed over by Felicia's somewhat questionable morals. He didn't know. Honestly, right now, he didn't care.
His breathing had settled, his heart rate coming back down to normal, and his fingertips were walking delicately up the line of her spine. In the moment, Felicia was overwhelming, distracting, almost like she was shutting him out from the rest of the world and all of the unfamiliar, ugly sounds of the compound.
He leaned up, nudging her cheek lightly with his nose. "So."
"So?" Felicia lifted her head enough to look at him. She was close enough and calm enough now to see the faded old scars around his unnervingly blue eyes, and she trailed her fingers up the line of his throat before touching the edge of his mouth.
Matt's eyelids fluttered but stayed open, and he turned just enough to kiss her fingertips. He thrived on physical contact; where other people who could see were able to enjoy someone's presence, able to see them smile or observe their body language, Matt needed to touch. He got used to scents, heartbeats, breathing, tone of voice, but none of that really compared to the intimacy of touch.
"I…" He fumbled, and then he just chuckled, turning his face away. "Sorry, my ability to form words hasn't come back yet."
Felicia grinned and leaned up to kiss his cheek, just left of his nose. "I get that a lot." It didn't occur to her that this would get weird. She was ignorant of who Peter Parker was, and she never really went into a new person thinking 'yes, this will probably end awkward and uncomfortable'. It was either a lack of self awareness or a deliberate ignorance in choosing not to look too far ahead.
Matt winced slightly when she kissed him; he had a bruise from where Dean had punched him earlier in the week. He pressed his palms flat against her back, moving them upward until he could sift his fingers through her hair. "I needed this," he said softly, with surprising sincerity. "I needed … I don't know. I'd say familiarity, but that's not right."
"Are you getting all emotional on me?" Felicia nudged her nose against the side of his neck, his stubble scratching against her cheek. "I don't know if you want to be all that familiar. But this was good." Her tone may have been a little noncommittal, but she was practically purring otherwise, nuzzling and taking advantage of the fact that he didn't want eye contact to rub against other parts of him.
"Emotional? Please." Matt chuckled and wrapped his arms back around her, kissing her hair. "We're thrown into an insane situation, we're both seeking some stress relief, and … last time, we got interrupted. I think it's only fair."
"Thank god you aren't terrible, my whole week would've been ruined." Felicia had the vague idea that she should send Matt on his way so Kaylee wasn't stuck sleeping in a room with someone she'd never met before, but… nah.
"Oh, good." Matt laughed softly, and it was more of a rumble in his chest than anything else. "I really feel like … I've gotten rusty, all things considered. It's been a while." The tone of his voice trailed off; his love life wasn't something he necessarily wanted to talk about, and yet he'd walked his ass right into it.
"Well, Rusty, I'll give you a tip." Felicia pushed herself up so she was hovering over him, her hair falling and brushing over his cheeks. "Don't talk about other women when you're with me. I get jealous easy. Just tell me I'm great and leave it there."
Matt pushed himself up to follow, giving her mouth a quick, soft kiss. "You were great," he said gently. "We… should leave it there, then." There was a hint of disappointment, but he was already reaching down toward the floor for his clothes.
It gave her pause, and that pause gave her pause. This was just supposed to be fun, wrapping up whatever little trick she'd played on him back home to get at the Omega Drive and giving it a good ending. After her last… whatever it was (it wasn't a relationship if she didn't see the guy's face, she'd decided after the fact), just having a rebound should have been a relief.
Eventually, Felicia eased herself off of him, letting Matt move around like he wanted to. "Probably," she admitted, sounding less than happy with it. "I should send a message to my roommate so she doesn't stay gone all night…"
Matt found his shirt with his fingertips, plucking it off the floor. "And I should … I've got things to do that are probably important somewhere," he said vaguely, starting to smirk. It was a lie, they both knew it, he didn't care. He would have stayed all night if she'd let him. He would have stayed all night, gone down to the mess hall with her in the morning. "But I'm sure your roommate wants her space back, so."
Felicia picked at a strand of hair, making a face and pursing her lips (and glad he couldn't see her doing it). "I mean… if you put on pants, it would be fine. She's not a prude." She was doing her best to sound disinterested, as if it didn't matter either way, it's your prerogative, Matt, whatever. "But if you have something important, don't let me stop you, it sounds… important."
Matt set his shirt in his lap, tipping his head slightly. "If you want me to stay, I'll stay," he said gently, fingertips brushing over the fabric against his thigh.
"You can do what you want, honey. I'm not your girlfriend and you can be wherever you want to be." Felicia sniffed, deciding to act put upon. Her heartbeat gave her away, but she didn't really know that.
Matt crawled forward to close the gap between them, leaning in and kissing when his lips found her neck. "Then how would you feel if I stayed? I'll put pants on, but I don't know if I'm quite ready to call it quits." He could feel her heartbeat against his mouth, felt it thrumming in his ears.
"I guess if that's what you really want..." But she eased back and guided him with her, a hand on the back of his neck. Helping him was necessary (because blind), but guiding Matt around seemed to suit her aside from that, drawing him in with a leg hooked over his hip and putting his hands where she wanted them.
Matt almost let out a purr himself, reaching back behind them for the blanket and tugging it back up. "Trust me. That's what I really want."