( it's true, the water won't last and it means they need to move quickly. truth be told it'd be wiser to have sex and then shower, over potentially wasting it, though he's not about to suggest it if she's not. it's a bit of a wasted luxury yet they need to indulge in what little they can. pretending death and devastation isn't just outside their door long enough to fuck in the shower seems like a doable indulgence. )
No patience at all? ( don't tell him these things, Elektra, now he's going to take that as a challenge. they wouldn't be them if they didn't push each other, and Matt supposes the best way he could teach her patience is to edge her within an inch of her life until she learns the beautiful agony of her patience being rewarded. that said, could he manage it now? not likely.
he's intent and no-nonsense about stripping her of every inch of fabric she's wearing (including only opening the back of her bra and leaving her to deal with the rest) until he gets to the athletic leggings she wears under her armor. he's careful rolling it down her legs, cognizant of the still healing wound. it's scabbed over now, thank god, but it still hurts her and he knows it.
he notes, mildly, that her underwear slipped down along with her leggings and wishes not for the first time that he could really see the picture of her bare and wanting in front of him. his eyes are on her and absent all at once when he kisses her one last time before suggesting, ) After you.
( what a gentleman! it's not as if he can even admire her as she goes! )
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No patience at all? ( don't tell him these things, Elektra, now he's going to take that as a challenge. they wouldn't be them if they didn't push each other, and Matt supposes the best way he could teach her patience is to edge her within an inch of her life until she learns the beautiful agony of her patience being rewarded. that said, could he manage it now? not likely.
he's intent and no-nonsense about stripping her of every inch of fabric she's wearing (including only opening the back of her bra and leaving her to deal with the rest) until he gets to the athletic leggings she wears under her armor. he's careful rolling it down her legs, cognizant of the still healing wound. it's scabbed over now, thank god, but it still hurts her and he knows it.
he notes, mildly, that her underwear slipped down along with her leggings and wishes not for the first time that he could really see the picture of her bare and wanting in front of him. his eyes are on her and absent all at once when he kisses her one last time before suggesting, ) After you.
( what a gentleman! it's not as if he can even admire her as she goes! )