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The two men approach Marci and Karen on the dance floor, Foggy leading Matt by the arm. It looks like they’ve made up, again, and Marci tries to feel happy about it for Foggy’s sake. She knows he missed his best friend, even if he wouldn’t admit it. Even though she, herself, has never been able to see what’s so great about the guy.
She gives Foggy a resigned half-smile as they reach her and Karen, and raises her eyebrows. Foggy grins, a little sheepishly. Karen, on the other hand, is clearly delighted. She grabs Matt and hugs him, and he smiles and says something in her ear that Marci can’t hear over all the other noise in the bar. She lets him go and then grabs Foggy, hugging him too.
Matt reaches out toward Marci, and his hand finds her arm—he is not going to try to hug her, is he? But no, he just steps in close, so close that his chest touches her shoulder. He runs his hand up her arm, past her shoulder, until it’s resting on the side of her neck. And yeah, he’s blind, and sure, the place is crowded, but really. If she didn’t know better, she’d think he was making a move.
He bends to speak in her ear. “I hear I have you to thank for bringing Foggy here tonight.” He’s so close she can feel his breath warm on her skin, and his lips actually brush her ear, while his thumb runs lightly along her jaw. What the hell? Her breath catches slightly despite herself, her skin flushing. He’s hot, she’s never denied it, but dammit, she does not want to be attracted to Matthew fucking Murdock.
“Get off!” she exclaims, smacking his shoulder. Thank god he’s blind, he can’t tell she’s blushing.
He lets go of her and steps back, giving her a grin of pure malice. So, he did it on purpose. Marci’s a little impressed, she wouldn’t have expected that from a good boy like him. But still, he can’t know how she responded to him. He can’t have heard that hitch in her breath, or the quick lift of her heartbeat. He’s just assuming she was turned on, the cocky bastard. Is this payback for earlier, when she tried to make him jealous by getting Karen to talk about Daredevil?
Whether it is or no, she’s not about to let him get away with it. She steps after him, putting a hand on his cheek to turn his head and bring it down to her level. She stands just close enough for her breast to nudge his arm, enjoying his startled look.
“You know,” she says in his ear, “Foggy’s coming home with me later for sex. Why don’t you and Karen come too? I’ve got a big bed, I’m sure we’ll all fit.”
Matt’s jaw actually drops in sheer disbelief. He looks appalled, actually, which is not the reaction she was hoping for, but at least she’s wiped that smug look off his face. She’ll count it as a win. She was just trying to unsettle him, after all. It’s not as if she meant it.
“Marci,” he answers, “of the four of us, I’m pretty sure you’re the only one who would think that’s a good idea.”
“Oh, it is not a good idea. But I bet it’d be fun.” She gives him a wicked grin. But of course he can’t see it, so she pats his cheek and adds, ”Do not try to mess with me, Murdock, you’re punching above your weight.” He just laughs, and she decides that’s a win, too, although there’s an edge to his smile that she doesn’t much like the look of. Whatever, she can handle anything he might throw her way.
He turns away from her, toward Karen and Foggy, who are watching them curiously. Well, whatever that exchange must have looked like, Marci’s pretty sure they can’t have overheard what she and Matt were saying.
He gives Karen an entirely different smile and sweeps her into his arms, planting a kiss directly on her lips. Marci stares, wondering how his aim is that good when he can’t see. Luck? Muscle memory? There’s definitely no other reason for her to be watching so intently. Just perfectly natural curiosity. About his kissing abilities. DAMMIT.
Suddenly irritated, she turns to Foggy, who’s giving her a quizzical look.
“What was that all about?”
She smiles, firmly dismissing Matt from her thoughts, and gives Foggy a quick kiss.
“It was nothing, Foggy bear. Nothing at all.”