Matt Murdock (saint_matthew) wrote in thedisplaced, @ 2018-08-24 12:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, elektra natchios (mcu), matt murdock / daredevil (mcu) |
WHO: Elektra Natchios, Matt Murdock
WHERE: Matt’s apartment
WHEN: Monday, July 2nd, late at night
WHAT: Elektra tells Matt what she’s done and they get frisky
WARNINGS: Suggestive content
STATUS: Complete in gdocs
Adrenaline pumping through her veins, the tip of a sai pressed dangerously close to a panicked man’s throat. Had it not been for the scattered street lights vaguely illuminating the alley, he wouldn’t have been able to see death in her eyes. Elektra would do anything under the sun for Matthew, her love for him ran toxically deep. Beyond that glimmered, surprisingly, sensibility. This man did not deserve mercy anymore than he deserved finality. She understood the measure of his guilt as much as he now understood what needed to be done in court. No visible bruises had been left on his body. Restraint drew no blood, not until she spun him around in her grasp and slid the sai up the back of his shirt to lightly pierce his skin in such a way that it elicited a short-lived yelp that she stifled with her hand. It only left a faint stain of her clothes, but the mark it left on him cemented the threat. “Now run along,” she voiced icily, gave him a rough kick and was out of sight before he could even dare to turn around to look back. Her heart was still racing, thrilled with the chase and subsequent capture of prey. Darkness would follow Elektra the rest of her life, as long as she had the Black Sky lurking beneath her skin just waiting for death to expose it. Avoiding the detection of cameras and wandering eyes alike, she made it home without a drop of blood to trace back to her. Home, she realized as she stopped at the doorstep, was Matthew’s place. She let herself in, heartbeat calming as the threshold was crossed. Shedding her long, black jacket and twin sais, she peeled off the red shirt faintly stained in fresh blood. Then, she locked the door. “It is done,” she called out, flipping on a light switch. It was late, well past the witching hour now. So, she made her way to the bedroom and leaned in the doorframe. “I’ll only have a dreadful dry cleaning bill to bother with tomorrow.” The sound of Elektra’s heart quickly beating could be heard from the other side of the apartment door, suggesting excitement and physical activity. He’d been laying on the bed, wide awake, lost in his thoughts and unable to sleep. Matt could guess what she’d been up to, and it was confirmed when she first stepped inside: the combination of sweat and blood that was not her own painted a mental picture for him that was undeniable. “Oh yeah?” he said, unable to hide the amusement in his voice. Matt got up, swinging his legs over the side of the mattress to sit. “I take you showed him the error of his way?” Whether Elektra had ultimately triumphed on a quest long since abandoned, she couldn’t say. Matthew’s darkness was his own to master, control, and maintain. The light in him had made her a moth, now she hoped to never see a shadow obscure the both of them ever again. While she could never walk fully bathed in the light, she didn’t mind basking in the shadow he created from it. Weapons tucked away, Elektra sauntered over to where he sat. Setting her hands atop his shoulders, she used him for balance to bring her knees up onto the bed along either side of him. Weight relaxed upon his thighs, heart still pumping loud as can be, her every sense was alight. “He’ll play nice, if he knows what’s good for him,” she spoke slyly, grin menaciningly coy. “I only toyed with him a little.” She had shown a great amount of restraint in the end, a trait learned from her time in Tumbleweed (though not something Elektra consciously acknowledged). “Not going to hold it against me for drawing just a teensy bit of blood, are you, Matthew?” She questioned, eyes fluttering in a knowing fashion. This was who she was, an alignment marginally shifted amounted to little, and Elektra believed it would always be chaos at her core. Matt’s tongue darted out to moisten his lips while thoroughly enjoying Elektra’s weight upon his lap. His hands automatically rested around her waist to keep her there, and nuzzled her earlobe, breathing in her scent. “Only if you don’t hold it against me for being turned on by it?” Ever since they met, Matt had been drawn to the edgy side of Elektra’s personality, long before he even knew what the Black Sky was, much less that’s who she was. She played into his own, inner love of danger, and gave him a rush of adrenaline. He wanted to know more details, to live vicariously through her. “Where did you find him? What did you do to him?” Dying with the knowledge of what it meant to do good was eclipsed by these moments. His hands on her, voice in her ear, and that fire crackling between them. Somewhere along the way, Elektra had given up on trying to do right by him by not being with him. Knowing all too well how bad she was for him couldn’t stop her anymore, she loved Matthew. Whatever darkness yet awaited her paled in comparison. “I followed him to a bar,” began Elektra, smirking as he began to unravel the tale. “And I waited until he’d had his fill, which was woefully little. It was easy to drag him behind the building.” One hand then slowly drifted down to slip under his shirt and around to press deeply into the length of his spine where she had less than gently inflicted pain upon the target earlier that night. “I threatened him in the dark,” she let her free hand slide from his shoulder and clenched it lightly against his throat. “I told him honesty would set him free, and then I spun him around and…” Abruptly, she dug her nails into his back, exerting pressure but not enough to draw blood. Not on him. “Gave him a nasty scar for the future to seal the deal.” Matt turned his head slightly to one angle as he listened, using his imagination. Once her hand slipped beneath his shirt and made contact with his skin, his body reacted by flinching to the touch, but in a good way. He quickly realized she was demonstrating what she’d done to the man, but it proved to be a huge distraction. If he was turned on before, now he was aroused. Lips parted when her fingers went to his throat, he started breathing heavily, and arched his back from her fingernails, gasping. What had she been talking about? Oh yeah. That guy. He couldn’t even remember his former client’s name. It didn’t even matter. Matt’s own grip on Elektra’s waist tightened. “I guess we’ll have to find out whether or not he knows what’s good for him.” He captured her earlobe with his teeth and gave it a small tug, then released just to mischievously ask, “Are you as excited as I am?” Moving quickly, Matt then used an evasive martial arts move to flip Elektra off his lap, slamming her down upon the mattress so he could climb on top and pin her down, grinning the whole while. A pleased sound erupted from her as he turned the tables on her, back hitting the mattress with a chorus of laughter. Almost immediately, her legs wrapped about his waist. Energy still coursed through her veins, and Matthew was stoking that fire well. Dancing her fingers along either side of his face, she suddenly tensed her fingers and grinned right back at him. “Have a spot of faith, Matthew,” she clucked her tongue at him. “Like a good Catholic boy.” With a twist of her hips and a bit of leverage, she rolled him over and rested her hands atop his chest for support. Her chest was heaving with excitement, fond memories of old encounters like this between them flooding her mind. There would always be a thrill in being with Matthew. “Can’t you hear it, Matthew?” She asked in a breathy voice. “Smell it, even taste it in the air? I am practically trembling with excitement.” The comment about being a good Catholic boy made Matt chuckle, pleasing him more than he thought it probably should. Elektra knew how to play him, alright, and knew what he liked. “C’mere,” he told her, tilting his head to indicate he wanted her to bend forward so he could raise his head enough to capture her lips with a kiss. When he parted for a breath, Matt was grinning. “You ought to intimidate criminals more often,” he teased, but Matt missed the adventure and excitement, himself, which is why he added without thinking, “We both should.” |