[ she's always been far more cavalier with her belongings, at least during the time he's known her. the lack of available resources has made her much more careful these days, but there are times where she's less concerned with preserving neatness, like when matthew is stripped of his armor and most of his clothing and there's a running shower waiting for them. ]
And lucky you're patient. [ her armor unfastened, she starts to shed it and discard it on the floor. ] Need any help with those?
( he laughs at her teasing, abandoning his fly to draw her closer, stealing at least a couple kisses before he answers. ) It's one of my few virtues.
( Matt could be incredibly patient, for the right cause. god bless if you manage to dwindle his reserves, though, he's quite testy once he's out of tolerance.
does he need help? no. will he let her? ) Yes, ( he agrees, the words slow and hazy as he kisses her again, his own fingers working into the hem of her shirt. teamwork makes the dream work, right? if they want the water to be warm for any part of their shower, they need to get naked, and fairly quickly.
not quick enough that he is going to give up on kissing her, apparently. )
[ she smiles as he draws her close, hands curving momentarily around his hips before stripping his belt from its loops and working at the fastenings keeping his pants on, fingertips brushing against his abdomen as she works. the work is quick (it has to be; their resources here are better than most but the hot water will only last them for so long), but she finds herself distracted as his fingers slip underneath her shirt and his mouth moves over her skin.
she's the one who's impatient now, careful but hasty as she finishes undoing his pants and pushes them down his hips. ]
Well, I suppose one of us had to have some. [ and god knows it wasn't going to be her. ]
( 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! )
[ since he's undressed at this point, elektra anchors her hands on his hips, waist, and then shoulders as he carefully pulls her leggings and underwear down, inhaling a sharp intake of breath as he pushes them past her still-healing injury, head dipping towards him as he finally pulls them past it and gets them off. she knows he's being mindful of it and it's a lot better off than it was a few weeks ago, but it's still occasionally quite painful. her mind flits back to their earlier conversation and how her temperature evidently raises when she's aroused; she's definitely feeling two to three degrees warmer right about now. at least.
her hands remain on his shoulders as he rises to her level, kissing her again, and she'd be content to stand there drinking it in, except no, she wouldn't. pulling free, she smiles playfully as he offers her what's left of the warm water first, one hand sliding down to capture his fingertips, tugging him towards the enticing spray. ]
( she's healing, slowly but surely. the risk of infection is passed, both the generic kind that requires antibiotics (difficult to obtain in the state the world is now) and the one that would leave her body moving but every part that made her her entirely absent. it causes her some pain, it might for some time to come. but it isn't going to kill her. an important thing to remember, at least for Matt.
she catches him by the hand and he follows. there's so much his eyes can't tell him, that he can't really track as keenly as he'd like to. he has a basic sense of her, and basic is never enough when it comes to Elektra. the water isn't blazingly hot but there's enough of it that they have a little warmth to enjoy. he misses a lot of things about how the world used to be, and running hot water is pretty high on the list.
considering the limitations of hot water, they should probably focus on taking advantage of it and not each other. they should, though he's already a lot less interested in cleanliness than he should be. he'll multitask, pressing his mouth to he throat even as he reaches for a washcloth, that he holds expectantly for her to dose out the soap. see, they're such a good team, even in showering! )
[ she also misses the frequent availability of running hot water, but they manage to make do. sometimes baths are taken instead of showers, but those are significantly less efficient to prepare and in getting them clean. not that the dish soap helps a whole lot in that department, either, but it's better than nothing. and sometimes there are hidden treasures to be found, like the oils today.
she takes the bottle from the corner of the tub right before his mouth presses to her throat, which is distracting, but she makes sure her eyes are open to dispense some soap into the offered washcloth. her opposite hand runs through her hair, pulling it away from the side of her neck that he's favoring and over the opposite shoulder, tilting her head to allow him better access before her arm travels down to wind around his waist. ]
( if he ever finds out the doomsday prepper that's hoarding all the shampoo without sulfates, he's going to have some strong words. it's unbelievable how quickly supplies vanished, even in a city as large as New York. finding even necessities is incredibly difficult. he wonders if they would have better success outside of the city, and doesn't like the idea that they probably would.
until then, the lack luster soap will have to do. between the astringent smell of bleach (Matt keeps everything aggressively clean) and the simple soap, there's plenty of combatting smells to the distant scorch and rot still lingering from the flamethrower. it isn't Elektra's fault he can still smell it, even so long after. he's hoping between a good shower, the scented oils, and maybe a little bit of distracting smell of sex the burned flesh will finally fade.
the one handy thing about not seeing with his eyes is he doesn't need to pull back to follow the lines of her body with distinct precision. instead his teeth mark at a sensitive spot behind her ear, even as he makes good on using the shower for its intended purpose, drawing the suds along her skin and letting his thumb follow the fabric, just to enjoy the feel of her while he's at it. )
Two degrees. ( if she was wondering. there's something in his voice that gives away his smug smirk, even though Elektra can't see it. well, maybe she can feel it? )
[ if they find that person, elektra is going to have more than just words for them. it's occurred to her that whoever's hoarding the city's supply of deluxe shampoos, soaps, and lotions is probably selling them for supplies or food, possibly somewhere outside the city. she's sure there are others like them still too stubborn to leave, but they haven't ventured out far enough to try to find them yet. she's not sure what would make them leave; their lives here aren't and have never been easy, but it's what they know.
there are ships still in the marina. there are still vehicles abandoned on the roads. if they had to leave, she knows they'd make do. but neither of them have felt inclined to, even with the threat of more dangerous scavengers and survivors and an ever dwindling amount of supplies to be found. she doubts that'll change any time soon. it's definitely not changing tonight.
he starts the process of cleaning and she shivers slightly as the washcloth is dragged along her body, the roughness of the cloth leaving goosebumps in its wake. he's careful and precises as he works, even as he directs his focus elsewhere, his mouth trailing further up her neck until his teeth come out to play, nipping at a hidden sensitive spot just behind her ear. she gasps, head dropping towards his shoulder as her body curves involuntarily inward.
he mutters his progress so far into her ear and she can't quite feel the smirk, but she can hear it. a wolfish grin curves her mouth. ]
( 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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Date: 2019-09-15 08:06 pm (UTC)And lucky you're patient. [ her armor unfastened, she starts to shed it and discard it on the floor. ] Need any help with those?
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Date: 2019-09-16 03:29 am (UTC)( Matt could be incredibly patient, for the right cause. god bless if you manage to dwindle his reserves, though, he's quite testy once he's out of tolerance.
does he need help? no. will he let her? ) Yes, ( he agrees, the words slow and hazy as he kisses her again, his own fingers working into the hem of her shirt. teamwork makes the dream work, right? if they want the water to be warm for any part of their shower, they need to get naked, and fairly quickly.
not quick enough that he is going to give up on kissing her, apparently. )
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Date: 2019-09-24 02:21 am (UTC)she's the one who's impatient now, careful but hasty as she finishes undoing his pants and pushes them down his hips. ]
Well, I suppose one of us had to have some. [ and god knows it wasn't going to be her. ]
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Date: 2019-09-25 01:39 am (UTC)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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Date: 2019-10-01 08:50 pm (UTC)her hands remain on his shoulders as he rises to her level, kissing her again, and she'd be content to stand there drinking it in, except no, she wouldn't. pulling free, she smiles playfully as he offers her what's left of the warm water first, one hand sliding down to capture his fingertips, tugging him towards the enticing spray. ]
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Date: 2019-10-06 05:25 pm (UTC)she catches him by the hand and he follows. there's so much his eyes can't tell him, that he can't really track as keenly as he'd like to. he has a basic sense of her, and basic is never enough when it comes to Elektra. the water isn't blazingly hot but there's enough of it that they have a little warmth to enjoy. he misses a lot of things about how the world used to be, and running hot water is pretty high on the list.
considering the limitations of hot water, they should probably focus on taking advantage of it and not each other. they should, though he's already a lot less interested in cleanliness than he should be. he'll multitask, pressing his mouth to he throat even as he reaches for a washcloth, that he holds expectantly for her to dose out the soap. see, they're such a good team, even in showering! )
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Date: 2019-10-07 02:47 am (UTC)she takes the bottle from the corner of the tub right before his mouth presses to her throat, which is distracting, but she makes sure her eyes are open to dispense some soap into the offered washcloth. her opposite hand runs through her hair, pulling it away from the side of her neck that he's favoring and over the opposite shoulder, tilting her head to allow him better access before her arm travels down to wind around his waist. ]
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Date: 2019-10-08 12:36 am (UTC)until then, the lack luster soap will have to do. between the astringent smell of bleach (Matt keeps everything aggressively clean) and the simple soap, there's plenty of combatting smells to the distant scorch and rot still lingering from the flamethrower. it isn't Elektra's fault he can still smell it, even so long after. he's hoping between a good shower, the scented oils, and maybe a little bit of distracting smell of sex the burned flesh will finally fade.
the one handy thing about not seeing with his eyes is he doesn't need to pull back to follow the lines of her body with distinct precision. instead his teeth mark at a sensitive spot behind her ear, even as he makes good on using the shower for its intended purpose, drawing the suds along her skin and letting his thumb follow the fabric, just to enjoy the feel of her while he's at it. )
Two degrees. ( if she was wondering. there's something in his voice that gives away his smug smirk, even though Elektra can't see it. well, maybe she can feel it? )
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Date: 2019-10-08 02:05 pm (UTC)there are ships still in the marina. there are still vehicles abandoned on the roads. if they had to leave, she knows they'd make do. but neither of them have felt inclined to, even with the threat of more dangerous scavengers and survivors and an ever dwindling amount of supplies to be found. she doubts that'll change any time soon. it's definitely not changing tonight.
he starts the process of cleaning and she shivers slightly as the washcloth is dragged along her body, the roughness of the cloth leaving goosebumps in its wake. he's careful and precises as he works, even as he directs his focus elsewhere, his mouth trailing further up her neck until his teeth come out to play, nipping at a hidden sensitive spot just behind her ear. she gasps, head dropping towards his shoulder as her body curves involuntarily inward.
he mutters his progress so far into her ear and she can't quite feel the smirk, but she can hear it. a wolfish grin curves her mouth. ]
We can do better than that.
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Date: 2019-10-11 02:36 am (UTC)(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. )
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Date: 2019-10-11 03:44 pm (UTC)It's fine. [ to demonstrate this, she reaches said leg forward, curving it around his calf. ]
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Date: 2019-10-13 03:27 am (UTC)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. )