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She loved his smile.
The way wrinkles showed on his face, around the corners of his mouth and eyes. How his forehead smoothed out, his jaw relaxed. When he smiled, there was certain light emanating from him. The warmth that was calling to her like light to the moth.
She placed her hands around his face and kissed his chin. Nose next, forehead, cheek, first on the left one then the right. Another one left on his temple. She showered him with her kisses, not leaving an inch of his face not caressed by her lips.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Kissing you, isn't it obvious?" she replied. He laughed at that, his brilliant smile gracing his face.
'That's what i was looking for' she thought admiring his happy face.
He loved her strength.
He loved being picked up by her, carried from one place to another, safe in her arms from any harm that could came his way. However, he loved the strength of her character more. How she tried to combat evil and depravity of this world with her greatest weapon at her disposal: her intelligent mind.
She was less inklined to taking to the streets to serve justice, feeling more comfortable in courtroom setting.
"How's that for closing statement?" she asked, stopping in front of him, haulting her pacing from one side of her office to the other.
"It's great. The jury will be eating out of your hand, that's how charmed they will be. Trust me" he reasured her.
"I don't want them to be charmed, I want them convinced I'm right" she sulked, flopping next to him, her big body crushing him into the cushions.
"Then you came to the wrong lawyer for the advise." he chukled, putting his arms around her. He liked being squished by her.
"Then who should I consult about this?" she murmured into his neck.
"Foggy, obviously. He would even tell you, that I rely too much on my personal charm." he jested.
"Don't sell yourself so short. When we first met, I don't think judge was very charmed by you. And you still won."
"Yeah, okay." he agreed.
"C'mon, let's go, it's late enough" she said getting up.
"But I like it here." he pouted, her warm body living cold space around him.
"I can squish you in comfortable bed at home" she tempted.
"Deal."
She loved his dedication.
How devoted he was to helping people with their legal problems in the day, and how committed to keeping the streets of Hell's Kitchen safer for the people living in the neighborhood.
She looked up to him from her book, glasses perched on her nose, her eyes following his decent down the staircase. His helmet in hand, the top part of the costume open, he sat heavily in the chair opposite of her, tiredness leaking from him in waves.
She got up from the couch, helped him take the jacket off, leaving him in soft undershirt. She stepped behind him, her hands landing on his shoulders, slowly massaging there to relax muscles and to untighten knots.
"Hard night?"
"Just tiring" he grabbed her hand when it was close to his neck and lifted to his mouth to leave a kiss there.
"Want to go to bed?" she asked, seeing how his body fought to stay in upright position. He only nodded and followed her to the bedroom, fingers tangled together.
He loved her voice.
How it could change from feral yell to soft whisper. How there was special melody in her laugh and dangerous edge in her growl. But he especially loved it when she said his name.
He was on his knees, her legs spread before him like special altar, build just for him. Her hands shoved deep in his hair, his head in the apex of her thighs, his lips focused on her center, tongue licking her juices like it is water essential for his survival. Her hearbeat elevated, skin hot, table shaking with her movements and her sweet voice in his ears, he was sure he could spend eternity like that, slave to her pleasure.
He felt her getting close to finish, her grip in his hair tightening, her thighs squishing his head, cutting his air supply. He focused his attention on her clit, knowing exactly what to do to help her step over the edge, to let her fall into sweet embrace of pleasure.
"That's it... that's it... just like thaat... MATT!"
How he loved when she screamed his name.
She loved that she could surprise him.
One would think that there was no way to surprise a man with perception like Matt. But she could. In more ways than one. She could surprise him with bringing him his favorite take-out at the lunch. How she surprised him with finding his tickling spots. Or how she surprised him with calling him pet names.
"Hey, babe, where is your whisk? I can't find it" she looked through the third drawer and still couldn't find the wretched thing. She just wanted to make cookies.
"Second drawer to the top in the cupboard closest to the window" he answered her automatically.
She found it immediately, thanks to his directions. She turned around to face him, whisk in her hand. He sat on the bar stool at the counter, his face weirdly blank, except for the deep blush spreading on his cheeks.
"Are you okay?" she asked concerned, delicately touching his arm that laid on the counter's surface, not to startle him.
"What?" he responded, surprise visible in his reaction.
"I asked if you're okay; your face suddenly became blank, except for that red spots on your cheeks." she told him.
"Oh, no, I'm okay, I just didn't expect you to call me that." he choked out, one of his hands going behind his ear, to scratch there in embarrassment.
"What, babe? Why?" she asked curios at the way he was behaving. "We're dating long enough that calling each other pet names shouldn't be unusual and I thought you might get too much used to to hearing your own name and your head might get to big from that. Next thing you know and I'll have a full diva on my hands" she laughed.
"And we wouldn't want that" he smiled at her, his body relaxing.
"No, we wouldn't" she agreed. "But you're okay with me calling you that? Babe?" she needed to be sure she didn't cross any boundary with him.
"Yeah" he replied shyly.
"You like it, don't you, babe?" she ribbed him with it. She just couldn't help herself, he was cute when he was flustered like that.
"Minx."
He loved being able to comfort her.
He loved being there for her in her lower moments, when not everything went the way she envisioned. To be her safe heaven in her time of need. To be a shoulder to cry on and vent her frustrations.
He woke up from his light slumber, when something moved erratically on the bed. He shook the rest of his sleep off, turning into direction of the movement.
"No... why... don't do this..." he heard Jennifer whimper next to him.
Nightmare. It happened some nights. They both lived long enough and through a lot of different shit, that nightmares happened from time to time.
He lifted himself on his elbow, his other hand going to her arm, to shook her slightly.
"Jen, wake up" he whispered.
His efforts didn't do anything, Jen still deep in her sleep.
"You have problem with me... Please not him... No!" she screamed, sitting straight in the bed, hot tears dripping down her face.
"Jen... Jen... " he tried to focus her attention on him. He touched her shoulder and she barreled into him instantly, just at that slight touch.
They both flopped on the bed, her face in the crook of his neck, breathing elaborate, teras still spilling from her eyes. He was only thankful that she didn't change into She-Hulk. It happened a few times, when the nightmare was so disturbing that she unconsciously changed to protect herself.
"Shhhh... everything's okay.... You're safe" he whispered to her, his hand caressing her curly hair, the other one, wrapped around her, drawing patterns on her skin.
"Is it Inteligencia again?" he asked when she stopped shaking in his arms.
"Yes and no." she didn't elaborate on that.
"Want to talk about it?" he asked, just to make sure.
"Not really. Can you just cuddle me harder?" she pleaded quietly.
"Of course" he replied, leaving soft kiss on her forehead, just before he did as she asked.
She loved him, even when he frustrated her to no ends.
She got frustrated with his constant licking of his lips (more because it was distracting her from whatever she was doing, shifting her focus to him and his kissable mouth), or how he constantly was skipping meals, or how he forgot to share vital information.
"Sometimes I wish I could get to know your family. And before you start" she stopped him, as she watched him open his mouth to say something "I know your friends are your family ect. ect. What I mean, is that I wish I could meet your parents." she flipped the page in her book.
"And what brought this on?" he asked, dreading what she might say.
"I just talked with my parents on the phone and it got me thinking. You already met my crazy family and I just wish to do the same" she shrugged her shoulders. "And I know you talked about your dad and there is no way of me meeting him, but what about your mother?" she turned to him.
"Funny story..." he said sheepishly, scratching behind his ear.
"Oh oh, that definitely doesn't sounds promising, it's sounds like the opposite of funny story" if she knew him as well as she hoped, then it meant she wouldn't like hearing what he was going to say next.
"Remember Sister Maggie?" he asked.
"Of course I remember Sister Maggie, how could I not, when we go to see her almost every Sunday after mass?" she squinted her eyes at him, indignation clear in her voice.
"So you see..." and he fell silent after that.
"I see what?" she prompted him.
"She's my mother." he finally choked out.
"What?"
"I know I should have told you this sooner, but I didn't know how to bring it up..."
"So what you're telling me, is that I not only know your mom, I have met with her multiple times, having no idea that she was your mother?" she got up from her place, book she previously held, landing on the floor, completely forgotten. Her body changed, the shift unconscious response to her emotions.
"Pretty much it. Where are you going?" he asked, surprised at her retreating steps.
"I don't know, somewhere to think" she picked her jacket on the way to the door.
"Please don't go. It's not a big deal." he pleaded.
"It's not a big deal? Do you hear yourself, Matt? If it wasn't a big deal, you would have told me already." she pointed out angry. She took a breath to calm herself. "I get not wanting to share it out of the gate. If so, you could have told me like after a month of us officially dating or something similar, but no, you waited, what, seven months to tell me? And it's not like you told me, I pried that information from you. What do you think, how long would it take you to tell me on your own? Another six months? A year perhaps?" she watched him as she vented. His jaw tightened, his fists clenching harder with every word, knuckles going completely white.
"Anything to say to your defense, counsel? No? Okay, I'll talk to you later" she turned on her heel and walked out, frustrated with no response from him.
She loved him, but he frustrated her so much sometimes.
He loved to listen to her heartbeat.
How it changed rhythm from steady and calm beating to faster, more erratic tempo when he focused his attention at her, their bodies close to each other, electricity sparkling between them.
How it got only stronger in his ears when she changed shapes, her body getting taller and more muscular.
How her heartbeat became his favorite lullaby. His ear to her chest, bodies tangled together in warm embrace, soft sheets and blankets around them, transforming his bed into comfortable cocoon. The sound of her heart centering him, calming his nerves.
He spent majority of his life listening to people's hearts, to find their position in the space around him or to find out if they were lying to him but what he loved the most to do, was to listen to the hearts of his loved ones, to make sure they were safe and happy, just like right now, where Jen slept soundly in his arms.
Oh.
Oh.
Now, it made sense to him, why he favorited hers, to the others in his life. Because he loved her.
Oh no.