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Elektra:

She smiled as his lips met hers, reaching up she pushed her fingers into his hair. Against all common sense, she was indeed here with him. “I’m happy that I’m staying with you too Matt,” she leaned up, stealing a kiss of her own. One hand slid from his hair to trace along his features, Delicate touches across the bones of his face. “This is always where I want to be.” 

       “Is that so?” He kept his eyes shut, enjoying the delicate fingers over his face, that touch Matt missed every day. He leaned in for one more kiss before he added “Then let’s hope that whatever is coming for us takes a long time, years even.” He was not afraid of whatever Stick was warning them about, not as long as they were together to face it. No, he was afraid that the moment for her departure would eventually come.

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Elektra:

Elektra rose from her spot on the floor, walking almost cautiously over to the bed, though her heart rate hadn’t risen. She never knew what to expect with Matt. No… that wasn’t right, she did know what to expect. Time and time again the same thing. They drew close, and he’d proved that nineteen year old girl who had left him right. She’d become someone he couldn’t love. “I do know you like bagels, and they’re the only breakfast that will keep,” even nervous she slid into bed beside him. Silent as a shadow. 

       Immediately, Matt moved from his side of the bed to get on top of her and softly press his lips against her own. They were several, in fact, each kiss longer than the previous one, until he finally paused. “I am happy that you are staying here with me,” he whispered. “That’s it. That’s what I wanted to tell you, Elektra.”

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Ms. Wing:

Colleen lifted both eyebrows, someone knowing her name was usually either because they were in the business. It was either a good thing or bad thing. “I’m sorry, I don’t think we’ve met, is this one of those I’m a big fan of your Daughters of the Dragon years kinda things or a …. You took my brother to jail so I’m going to fight you now kinda things. Because I just paid like … 7 bucks for this coffee, and it’d be a shame if I didn’t get the chance to drink it.” 

       Roberto was aware that he was never the most famous X-Men, much less the most famous A.I.M. leader. He wouldn’t blame anyone that wouldn’t recognize his name except for his close mutant friends. “It’s one of those I’m a big fan of Colleen Wing kinda thing.” He paid for his coffee and soon joined the line to wait for it. “Roberto da Costa, Citizen X, formerly Sunspot,” he introduced himself and offered a hand for her to shake. “Avenger, X-Men, S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, I’ve been everything, Ms. Wing.”

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Elektra:

Elektra either slept very little or too much. Last night had been on the very little side of things. By the time Matt was getting up and getting out of bed she had already run out and grabbed bagels. Done her morning yoga, and now was sitting meditating. She couldn’t cook or she would have made breakfast for him. Last night had been … amazing. It was a memory she was going to hold on to for a lifetime just in case everything went … like it normally did with them. But she wasn’t going to worry about that now, for now she was just going to live right here in the present with him. For once she wasn’t going to grieve for the past or worry about the future. 

“I picked up bagels,” she told him. 

       She’d even gone out and come back. What time was it? Judging by the angle of the light coming into his room, it was past 9. Late for his standards. Last night had been... amazing. The best he’d had in years, probably their best in years. Matt couldn’t help but smile at the sound of her lovely voice. Oh how he loved that accent. Slowly, the vigilante sat up and took a deep breath. “You know I like bagels.” Of course she did. She knew him like only few did. “Come back to bed, Elektra. There’s something I want to tell you.” Bagels would have to wait.

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Elektra:

Elektra rolled her shoulder, letting her costume slip free, as her lips pressed against the corner of his jaw. Reaching down she grabbed the top to his suit, leaning back as she pulled it up and over his head. Tossing it to the ground in the hallway. Leaning back in her lips found his shoulder. His neck. His jaw again. Her hands returned to his face, as she looked up at him. She wondered if he could feel it through the link he was using to communicate with her. How she yearned for him. 

       Of course he could feel how she yearned for him, he could hear and smell and sense everything with Elektra. Their link was so powerful after years of practice that he could experience something unique, something that he shared only with her. It was one of the many things Matt loved about their... relationship, the fact that many times words were not needed to express exactly what was so hard to put into them. They ended up in his bed like he predicted.

       The next morning, Matt opened his eyes when the sunlight hit his face. He stretched as the memories from last night quickly came back. Elektra. His arm automatically moved to check the spot beside him, but she wasn’t there anymore. And this... this morning was the first time in years that Matt wasn’t shocked by that. He knew she was still around. And that was new.

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Elektra:

Her legs immediately went around his waist, as she cupped his face in her hands. He did have her. You’ll always have me. She assured him, her lips hard and hungry against his. Elektra had been so resolute in coming to the city that she’d give Matt his space. That she wouldn’t fall into his arms and into his bed. But here she was, and she didn’t regret a moment of it. She pushed his mask off as her lips broke from his moving to press along his jaw. 

       This is not how Matt thought his day would end when he woke up this morning. His plan was to take care of some business with Foggy until the prison break was announced in the media. He’d lied earlier when he told Elektra his job was done for the night. No, he planned to stay up and outside until 2 am, and yet here he was, with the love of his life between his body and the wall, with her lips pressing against his jaw and his face exposed to her eyes. His eyes closed and his head tilted to a side to offer Elektra a better angle, while his fingers began pulling the red fabric from off of her left shoulder.

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Elektra:

She landed gracefully outside his brownstone, breaking into it with the kind of ease that would make cat burglars jealous. Slipping into the brownstone, she pulled the scarf off of her head, freeing her hair as she slowed down now. Her heart rate hadn’t even picked up from the run across the roof. He was right behind her, she knew that. And a few moments he would be on top of her again. Elektra was already on her way back towards his bedroom, a content smile on her lips. 

       Matt didn’t take long to land on top of his brownstone. He knew a faster way in through a window. Perhaps Elektra knew this, but he intended to surprise her in the bedroom anyway. It made him so happy to see her smiling. Opening the door of his bedroom from the inside, Matt met her in the hallway with open arms, immediately pushing her against a wall while laughing, but that was soon interrupted by a passionate and rather rough kiss. I got you.

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Elektra:

Elektra wasn’t going to make this easy on Matt. She’d never gone soft on him after all. She ran and jumped across the rooftops. Graceful as she had ever been. It was clear she hadn’t forgotten where he lived, or how to navigate New York city in her time away. She was beating a steady track back to his brownstone. Black curls catching in the wind as she ran. There were days she only truly felt alive again when she was with Matt. 

       It was inconceivable not to share that same vigor, not to be moved by the same bliss and energy that Elektra now beamed. It was hard not to smile as they jumped from rooftop to rooftop to head home knowing that whenever he caught her ( because she had to stop at some point, right? she had to get home ) there would be magic. There always was with Elektra. He could already see that red suit a few buildings away from him dropping to the floor, those long legs around his waist.

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Elektra:

She hadn’t come back to New York for this. They were really tempting the temper of the spirit of their Sensei, and yet, Elektra wasn’t going to stop. Being in his arms felt like …. coming home. Back to a place she always longed for. Elektra pulled back only when her lungs screamed for air. Brushing her nose against his, she panted softly against his lips. “You should have asked me if I missed you when we got to your house, Matt,” she said. Instead of feeling sad, a burst of playfulness swept over the ninja. “Come and catch me, Daredevil,” she coaxed, slipping from his arms and running for the edge of the roof. 

       That was right. This could’ve gone better if he’d been a little more patient. It wouldn’t be the first time Matt makes out on a rooftop, but he knew this would be more than just making out. Her words before she ran were so like her it made him grin and love her even more. He chased her, running as fast as he could only before the first jump. They played like little kids and that felt only like confirmation that Elektra was always meant to be. “I love you so much.” Of course, that was said low enough for only him to hear.

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Elektra:

“Matt…” she looked up at him, her own hands reaching for his face. They knew where this ended. They’d say they’d fight to be together, that they wouldn’t let anything come between them and then it would anyways. “I never meant to be,” she said. She should tell him to let her go, and yet she couldn’t find the words. Selfishly she wanted his arms. Selfishly she wanted to pretend like they could be happy. Selfishly she pressed her lips against his, kissing him hard. 

       This was the moment when Matt could finally forget about all logic and give in to his impulses. He kissed back eagerly as if it was their first kiss as one hand buried in her hair, lightly pulling it down, while their bodies pressed together. This was not the place to go on and yet it was so difficult to stop, to let go of Elektra for a single second. This was what they were waiting for, any sign that they still wanted each other, that such feelings were not one sided. He’d been waiting for her. And he would over and over again.

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Elektra:

“Well, Arcade was gathering people together and then … forcing them to fight to the death, and there was a complicated set of death traps, it’s… it was…” she grew silent, the event hadn’t been easy for her. Too many innocent people died. “It’s ended now.” That was all that mattered to her. Elektra paused and turned to look at him. Sighing softly, she turned back towards the edge of the roof. “I’m sorry,” it was all she could think to say. She didn’t want him to have that in common with her, not when missing him hurt so much.

       Making sense of her story was so hard when his thoughts were elsewhere. Matt approached slowly from behind until he could hold one of her hands. Should he let himself be controlled by these confusing emotions? No, but he didn’t give a fuck. Nothing mattered with Elektra but Elektra. “Never apologize for that,” he said softly. And he pulled her towarads himself so she’d fall into his arms that looped around her waist. “Elektra...” Matt murmured. “You are always with me, Elektra.”

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Elektra:

She knew the way to his brownstone yet she followed him anyways. Able to keep pace with him both silently and effortlessly. You almost wouldn’t know she was there if it weren’t for the steady beat of her heart. If it weren’t for her scent in the wind. Blood and evergreen and the air before a storm. “I’ve been working,” she said. She wasn’t sure what he expected the answer to be there, she was an assassin, and not the type with a day job. “I was in Las Vegas recently, I shut down a ….” she wasn’t sure what to call it. “Hunger Games I suppose, is the best way to refer to it” she said. The next question caused her to miss a step. Her heart rate picked up, she should lie. “I’ve missed you every day for the past thirteen years,” she said, voice soft. She should have lied, but she didn’t.

       “I see,” was all he responded initially. That’s what he needed to know. The details were pointless. She was alive and hat’s all that mattered to him. “That’s a funny way to put it.” However, her second answer caused Matt to suddenly stop in the middle of a rooftop. He stood there, listening to her heartbeat, which he knew like his own. That wasn’t something Daredevil was ready to hear today. He was clearly not expecting such honesty. “Oh...” It was his own fault for asking questions that he wouldn’t know how to react to later. “I... I guess that’s something we have in common.”

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Elektra:

It would give her something to do until there was more for her to do. All she was, was a fighter. There was little she was good at it. Little more help she could be as they waited for the storm to get here. Elektra watched him go towards the door, before she turned and headed towards the edge of the roof. His offer shocked her. Turning she looked at him, wild curls caught in the wind. She should tell him no. She should refuse to go with him. She wasn’t any good for him. “I did come straight here,” she said, stepping over to him, “I don’t have a hotel room yet. If you’re sure about this… so long as I won’t make your life more complicated,” she said, looking up at him. “Then I would be very grateful to stay at your place, Matt. Thank you.” A bad idea. A mistake of astronomical proportions. She knew what would happen, yet here she was going home with him anyways. Her one weakness, her softest spot had always been Matt Murdock.  

       So long as I won’t make your life more complicated. That was funny. It made Matt smirk and simply ignore the condition. Perhaps she never made his life more complicated, but his mind and heart. Oh, she showed up and he became a mess. It didn’t matter whether she stayed with him or not. That made no difference. “Then follow me.” She may remember how to get there anyway. Matt closed the door to the stairs and jumped from one rooftop to another. “So tell me, Elektra, what have you been up to? It’s been a while.” That was something he knew not to ask and yet he did anyway. “Have you missed me?”

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Elektra:

Her emotions whipped around inside her like a dark storm. Too much all at once. The people I love. It probably included a woman no doubt, and she had to remind herself that she’d left him so he could be happy. Had to remind herself that he didn’t love her the way she loved him. It was going to be a difficult tasting, assisting him. Painful. “No, it can’t be a good thing. He’s usually, annoyingly, right,” she said, looking up at him. “It’s good to see you again too, Matt,” she said. That was as much as she could give away. The rest, the sorrow, the ache for him, the way she’d missed him all desperately clawed at her chest wanting to get out but …she couldn’t let it. “I will keep an eye on the Hand. I’m sure … whatever is coming it comes from them.” 

       “That would be a great idea.” The Hand was always something to be wary about. Human and not human threats had attacked them in the past and, knowing Stick, he had better chances to predict schemes from the Hand than... say, Wilson Fisk. “I’m going home now. My job tonight is done.” Matt turned around with the intention to leave the rooftop, but he stopped before opening the door to the stairs. “If you don’t have a place to stay, you’re welcome to stay with me, Elektra. I know you probably just got to the city.” It wasn’t like she didn’t know his apartment, his stuff, his room, his bed. There was so much that he kept to himself right now. He couldn’t lie to himself... He did enjoy the idea of Elektra spending more time around. She’d been missed. It was a strange thought, however, for his emotions seemed to be controlled as long as she kept away from New York, but whenever she returned, his heart beat like a teenager’s, like he was never able to control such feelings. Her presence made him forget all progress. He started from zero.

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Elektra:

“You don’t,” she said, simple as that. “But I highly doubt I’ll be getting in another fight with the Iron Fist,” she said, folding her arms over her chest. “Unless that’s not what you’re talking about.” Elektra couldn’t fathom what he was talking about outside of one thing… trying to kill. “I don’t think whatever Stick sent me here for is human,” she said. Stick had never sent her to deal death. He’d never wanted her to. Stick certainly wouldn’t have sent her to do anything that would drag his precious pupil down into the dark with her. “I won’t kill anything human. Does that help?” And she would try and honor that promise as best she could. 

       She knew exactly what he was talking about. He’d always ask her the same and he usually ended up regretting it. And yet he kept trusting her whenever she promised not to kill. He also had to admit that the fact that whatever was coming was likely not human did catch his interest. Hundreds of possibilities crossed the lawyer’s mind. “Very well,” he concluded. “You may assist me.” Matt took a step closer and finally allowed himself to lower his defense. “It’s good to meet you again, Elektra. And, by the way, I do want your help. But if something scares Stick, then it cannot be good and I wouldn’t want to put the people I love at risk.” Clearly, it didn’t take much, however, to convince him. Despite his claim, he knew Elektra could handle it better than himself.

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Elektra:

“He’s never been very forth coming with me,” she said. He’d abandoned her as a teacher and yet here she was. Still following his orders. Still a girl of 13 wishing he’d think she was good enough for him. Sure that she could keep her traitorous heart under control, Elektra turned to face Matt. Her heart skipped a beat, and she clenched her fist half ashamed of her complete lack of control. “You don’t need my help, or you don’t want it?” she asked. Matt wasn’t the one who’d have to deal with a pissed off Stick if she failed at this.  “I’ve assisted you before,” she reminded him, voice soft. Sad. 

       As soon as she turned to finally face him, Matt was able to sense the characteristic smell of the woman he still loved. That was Elektra, no doubt about it. Not that he had any doubts, but the smell was always so soothing. Evergreen, and blood, and the air before a storm. And then the change in her voice... How could he not want her to stay? Oh, Elektra, how I miss you. “I meant what I said.” It was his response as a lawyer. His choice of words was very important. “How do I know it will not end like the last time?”