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Rain pattered across the large windows of Matt’s apartment, mixing with the quiet background music you had put on while cooking dinner. It made for a nice white noise behind your laughter as Matt told you stories from his days at college with Foggy. The plans for the night had initially been to go out for dinner, have a proper date since it had been a while with your hectic work schedules, but between the sudden pouring rain and end of week exhaustion you had both opted to stay in. You loved those nights most of all though. There were no expectations, no too tight clothes, no reigning yourself in to be polite to others - it was just you and Matt.
You laid with your head in Matt’s lap, talking animatedly after one too many glasses of wine. He didn’t mind the way you gestured wildly mostly for yourself. It was endearing the way your whole body could get involved in a story when you were really into it. He had zoned out of your own college stories a while ago, mostly listening to your heartbeat as it picked up with your excitement and paired with the occasional laugh. The wine in his own system had mellowed him out in contrast to your ever growing excitement. Even with your chatter he had slowly started to doze, lulled into a relaxed security by your presence until suddenly you shot up from his lap with a gasp. He jolted in response, listening for signs of trouble before you reached for his hand.
“Matty! This is my favorite song, please you have to dance with me!” He eased at the sound of your childlike excitement as you tried to tug him to stand up and laughed. He let you pull him to a more open area of the living room, catching you as you nearly tripped over yourself in excitement.
“You’re sure you’re up for a dance, sweetheart?” He questioned and you simply beamed up at him, reaching to put his hand on your hip. You tried to set a rhythm, but it only turned into Matt laughing as you went into a giggle fit at yourself.
“Listen! I know what I’m doing, Murdock! I am as graceful as they come, thank you very much.” You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself and take the moment seriously, but the second Matt raised a questioning brow at you it was over. You doubled over in laughter, falling into Matt who kept you on your feet in his tight grasp. “Okay, okay, okay, maybe I don’t know what I’m doing, but when has that ever stopped me before?”
“It hasn’t and I think that might be the problem,” he teased and you gasped in mock offense, standing up straighter in his arms.
“Here I am trying to be romantic and have a sweet moment with my dearest husband whomst I have hardly seen all week and you are just going to insult me like this? Wow. You think you know a guy.” You poked your lip out in a dramatic pout, bringing his hand up to your face to make sure he was fully aware of said pout. “I think this requires drastic measures. No kisses for the rest of the night.”
“You wouldn’t dare.” He played along and you grinned.
“Oh I think I would,” you challenged, attempting to step away from him to prove your point but he wasn’t having it. You yelped as he only pulled you in tighter and grinned triumphantly. You knew for a fact that there was no breaking free from his grip if he didn’t want you to, especially when you were a giggly mess in the first place, but it didn’t stop you from at least attempting to. Trying your best to wriggle away as he tried to steal a kiss only resulted in accidentally headbutting each other.
“I think we might need to call it a night…” you whispered, suddenly very solemn at the pain even though he could still pick out the faintest of playfulness still tucked away in your tone. He kissed your forehead with a quiet chuckle.
“I think you might be right.”
“Take me away, Murdock,” you sighed dramatically and he swiftly plucked you from your feet to carry you to the bedroom where you passed out immediately, leaving him to clean up after your night in. He didn’t mind though. He would clean up a thousand messes as long as it meant getting to keep making these little memories with you.