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( what could push them to leave... well, even as obsessed as Matt is with his city, that fondness isn't worth dying for. what's left of New York City is in shambles. the joy, the community, the heart of the place he'd loved so much is more or less dead. it's sad, though he's had long enough to accept it.

(maybe in a way he's already let go of Hell's Kitchen, when he suggested they run away together.)

he laughs, both at her challenge and the sound of the cheshire grin in her voice. hearing it, sensing it, isn't the seem as seeing it, but he still knows it's there. he's hard already, alert between them when they're pressed so close. it's such a waste of hot water to fuck in the spray, but they both knew what they were doing. they might be finishing their shower in lukewarm water, but it seems a worthy sacrifice.

there's a clear shift in abandoning the washcloth, in wanting to focus on having her than the shower itself. his hand finds purchase at her hip instead, mouth continuing to hover at her ear. ) Your leg? ( he's considering turning her around and taking her from behind, though that could strain her injury and he's aware. if it's hurting, he could just hoist her against the wall -- or go down on her, he's never been reluctant to do that. )

[ it aches a little bit, but it's nothing she can't handle now or won't be able to handle later. the wound is scabbed over by now, still tender and painful when she exerts herself too much, but not bleeding or infected in either of the ways that they'd feared possible. her hand covers his where it rests on her hip, fingertips laying over his knuckles. ]

It's fine. [ to demonstrate this, she reaches said leg forward, curving it around his calf. ]

( fine, she says. he knows that the wound hasn't been torn open, it's skinned over, slowly but surely it's healing. they can't strain her too much, though sex against a wall likely isn't any more strain than running through the zombie-infected streets of New York. her agreement that is fine is enough for him, he's not inclined to question it.

both of them have plenty of tendency to ignore an injury and push themselves too far. that said, usually that tendency rears its ugly head when they can't afford to let it slow them down. now, she has no reason to lie; furthermore he knows she isn't. if she's not worried about it, he's not going to worry about it either. )

Good. ( he likes the feeling of her hand over his, and rubs a pattern into her skin in approval. ) Tell me what you want, Elektra. I want to hear it. ( he's always liked dragging details out of her, to fill in details he can't see. they have a lot less time to chat now, and he still asks anyway. she's got to be used to it by now. )

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