He hadn't been offended. He knows the reputation that lawyers get. He and Foggy had worked for a big firm for a while and Matt hadn't been able to stomach what they were doing to people. That's why Nelson and Murdock went into business. He'd gone into law to right injustices, not to make more of them. He can't imagine that he'll ever get so bitter that will change. If he does, he needs to get a new day and night job.
Sticking as close as possible to the truth without revealing too much is usually better for that very reason. Matt is still worried about that older man part, still worried that people who are important (like Prim) won't understand it. Matt certainly isn't going to push her to see her younger sister, but he is glad that she's able to text her and email her. He knows that's a comfort to both sisters.
It's amazing what even the average person can hear when they listen. The way he sees the world might have never been this appropriate because he feels the same way, but rather than pain it's with an intense pleasure and desire that it's practically a need more immediate than food or water, something more akin to breathing. It is overwhelming, but in the best way. Matt feels like he could drown very happily in all of these sensations and emotions.
He's got no desire to break the kiss either, just as happy to be devoured by it as she is. All those muffled words and moans continue to fuel his desire until he's convinced he's going to combust. They can find their clothes later; clothes hardly seem like anything important in this moment. In all honesty, he doesn't want her to find that control, not right now. They've got lots of time to learn each other's bodies, to explore and to touch. The way she sucks on his lower lip pulls another groan out of him from deep inside of him. Once she's pushed his sweatpants below his hips, he sheds them quickly, pushing them off the edge of the bed. It seems impossible, but when she echoes his answer to that question another wave of desire and love racks his entire body. He presses his lips to hers and reaches down to guide himself into her, thrusting deep then pausing to catch his breath, breaking the kiss to gasp. "Oh, God, Katniss."
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Sticking as close as possible to the truth without revealing too much is usually better for that very reason. Matt is still worried about that older man part, still worried that people who are important (like Prim) won't understand it. Matt certainly isn't going to push her to see her younger sister, but he is glad that she's able to text her and email her. He knows that's a comfort to both sisters.
It's amazing what even the average person can hear when they listen. The way he sees the world might have never been this appropriate because he feels the same way, but rather than pain it's with an intense pleasure and desire that it's practically a need more immediate than food or water, something more akin to breathing. It is overwhelming, but in the best way. Matt feels like he could drown very happily in all of these sensations and emotions.
He's got no desire to break the kiss either, just as happy to be devoured by it as she is. All those muffled words and moans continue to fuel his desire until he's convinced he's going to combust. They can find their clothes later; clothes hardly seem like anything important in this moment. In all honesty, he doesn't want her to find that control, not right now. They've got lots of time to learn each other's bodies, to explore and to touch. The way she sucks on his lower lip pulls another groan out of him from deep inside of him. Once she's pushed his sweatpants below his hips, he sheds them quickly, pushing them off the edge of the bed. It seems impossible, but when she echoes his answer to that question another wave of desire and love racks his entire body. He presses his lips to hers and reaches down to guide himself into her, thrusting deep then pausing to catch his breath, breaking the kiss to gasp. "Oh, God, Katniss."