( Elektra was a dynamic influence on his life in multiple ways. she swept in like a storm, pushing him toward things he had tried to ignore, enticing him to grab onto his desires with both hands. it started small and it's been endlessly escalating ever since, and while somewhere in the back of his mind Matt knows they're dancing on the edge of complete lack of control, he finds it exhilarating over terrifying, for once in his life.
he should feel more guilty about the scrapes on his knuckles and the blood still on his hands, but at the moment? guilt is far from his mind. the mugger had been more than happy to exert his power over a defenseless couple, to threaten and even hurt people that didn't deserve it. he was armed with a knife and hadn't been afraid to use it, and it didn't seem impossible he could have killed if he didn't get what he wanted. instead of ignoring it they'd stopped it, and even far after the victims had made a break for safety, Matt found the thrill too much to stop, even though he should have. he hadn't killed the man, and the couple had called the police to have him arrested, justice was more or less done even if there were some broken teeth included in the bargain. it was far more force than a casual street thug deserved, but finally having a target to paint his anger on had resulted in a lapse of control Matt might fret about later, given the opportunity.
he's not looking for the opportunity at present. he's still too marked by the thrill, still burning through his blood like wildfire. they've made it to relative safely, and as Elektra closes the door behind them Matt is quietly reveling in the blood on his hands and exactly how good it feels to have intervened. he can feel the catch in her breath, she's about to say something to him, but Matt doesn't bother to listen or let her air her thought. the adrenaline is still coursing through his head too loud for him to stop and think and listen, anyway. instead he follows her usual guidance and just grabs for what he wants with blind determination.
in this instance, what he wants is to turn and press her against the door of her hotel room, with a kiss that's breathless and bruising all at once. his hands find her waist by slipping under her ragged blouse (it tore in the fight), leaving bloody reminders of exactly what his hands had been up to not even twenty minutes prior on her skin. he uses the purchase on her frame to lift her against the door and then pin her there with his body, wanting to feel every inch of her and then some, motions forceful and hungry as he rips what is left of her shirt open.
she can get a new one. right now, it's only getting in the way. )
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Date: 2019-09-15 06:17 pm (UTC)he should feel more guilty about the scrapes on his knuckles and the blood still on his hands, but at the moment? guilt is far from his mind. the mugger had been more than happy to exert his power over a defenseless couple, to threaten and even hurt people that didn't deserve it. he was armed with a knife and hadn't been afraid to use it, and it didn't seem impossible he could have killed if he didn't get what he wanted. instead of ignoring it they'd stopped it, and even far after the victims had made a break for safety, Matt found the thrill too much to stop, even though he should have. he hadn't killed the man, and the couple had called the police to have him arrested, justice was more or less done even if there were some broken teeth included in the bargain. it was far more force than a casual street thug deserved, but finally having a target to paint his anger on had resulted in a lapse of control Matt might fret about later, given the opportunity.
he's not looking for the opportunity at present. he's still too marked by the thrill, still burning through his blood like wildfire. they've made it to relative safely, and as Elektra closes the door behind them Matt is quietly reveling in the blood on his hands and exactly how good it feels to have intervened. he can feel the catch in her breath, she's about to say something to him, but Matt doesn't bother to listen or let her air her thought. the adrenaline is still coursing through his head too loud for him to stop and think and listen, anyway. instead he follows her usual guidance and just grabs for what he wants with blind determination.
in this instance, what he wants is to turn and press her against the door of her hotel room, with a kiss that's breathless and bruising all at once. his hands find her waist by slipping under her ragged blouse (it tore in the fight), leaving bloody reminders of exactly what his hands had been up to not even twenty minutes prior on her skin. he uses the purchase on her frame to lift her against the door and then pin her there with his body, wanting to feel every inch of her and then some, motions forceful and hungry as he rips what is left of her shirt open.
she can get a new one. right now, it's only getting in the way. )