The first time Matt put on a mask and became the daredevil it was because of one person, a little girl with a father that sneaked into her bedroom at night. He used to hear her crying a few apartments over. He'd beat the man senseless and told him that if he ever touched his daughter again, he would know and he'd come back. He'd listened in for years just to make certain. After that, his vigilante stints were infrequent and personal. He'd only really begun in earnest after the mess in New York. Hell's kitchen had taken a beating and they'd needed a hero. He'd decided to become that. If she's serious about being his sidekick, he'll train her. It's something that they're going to have to talk a lot about.
Matt has thought about those looks, about what people will say and think. It's one of the reasons that he's hesitated to let things take a romantic turn until now. It's more like twelve years, but all the same they'll get more than a few looks. It's possible that this is a conversation they'll some day have, but right now it's not something that Matt is thinking about. She'll keep growing because he'll keep pushing her outside her comfort zone. He doesn't want her to change, but he does want her to grow.
She's not overwhelming them. It's the perfect amount of whelming. In sound, smell, touch and taste, he's completely enveloped in her and he likes that. It's so rare that he can focus all his senses on one thing and one person. This is exactly how he wants it. He is glad she started using his unscented stuff, but he never would have told her that. She's a girl and if she wants floral and fruity scented things she ought to have them. He's learned to block scents out for the most part when he has to, but he really likes not having to block the scent of Katniss out. He knows listening to her heart is an invasion of privacy of some sort, but right now he's not thinking about that either. She's entirely responsible for those groans and breathy exhales so it's a good thing that she likes them.
That moan of hers completely undoes him, shredding every last bit of resistance that he's got. Her nails in his skin, the way she moves against him and kisses him like it's the only important thing in the world that makes him absolutely certain this is what he wants, partially because he's absolutely certain with those reactions that she wants this as well. She's not doing it because she feels like she has to (or she's a better actress than he gave her credit for). It's a bit of a shock when she says she's clean because he hadn't even thought of that. He probably should have, but he hadn't focused on that part of her situation. He'd been too concerned with what it had done to her emotionally. "I didn't--I never even thought of that," he says when the kiss breaks. "I should probably still use a condom. I don't think either one of us are ready for a baby." Because he doesn't want her to think that he doesn't believe her. He kisses her lips again then her forehead. "Hang on tight," he says sliding his hands to the backs of her thighs. He gives her a moment to grab tightly to his neck then stands up, hoping she'll wrap her legs around his waist. He tilts his head up to kiss her again as they start toward the bedroom.
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Matt has thought about those looks, about what people will say and think. It's one of the reasons that he's hesitated to let things take a romantic turn until now. It's more like twelve years, but all the same they'll get more than a few looks. It's possible that this is a conversation they'll some day have, but right now it's not something that Matt is thinking about. She'll keep growing because he'll keep pushing her outside her comfort zone. He doesn't want her to change, but he does want her to grow.
She's not overwhelming them. It's the perfect amount of whelming. In sound, smell, touch and taste, he's completely enveloped in her and he likes that. It's so rare that he can focus all his senses on one thing and one person. This is exactly how he wants it. He is glad she started using his unscented stuff, but he never would have told her that. She's a girl and if she wants floral and fruity scented things she ought to have them. He's learned to block scents out for the most part when he has to, but he really likes not having to block the scent of Katniss out. He knows listening to her heart is an invasion of privacy of some sort, but right now he's not thinking about that either. She's entirely responsible for those groans and breathy exhales so it's a good thing that she likes them.
That moan of hers completely undoes him, shredding every last bit of resistance that he's got. Her nails in his skin, the way she moves against him and kisses him like it's the only important thing in the world that makes him absolutely certain this is what he wants, partially because he's absolutely certain with those reactions that she wants this as well. She's not doing it because she feels like she has to (or she's a better actress than he gave her credit for). It's a bit of a shock when she says she's clean because he hadn't even thought of that. He probably should have, but he hadn't focused on that part of her situation. He'd been too concerned with what it had done to her emotionally. "I didn't--I never even thought of that," he says when the kiss breaks. "I should probably still use a condom. I don't think either one of us are ready for a baby." Because he doesn't want her to think that he doesn't believe her. He kisses her lips again then her forehead. "Hang on tight," he says sliding his hands to the backs of her thighs. He gives her a moment to grab tightly to his neck then stands up, hoping she'll wrap her legs around his waist. He tilts his head up to kiss her again as they start toward the bedroom.