[for ellen]

[manwithoutfear]

I've come to look forward to these moments, the aftermath often as enjoyable as the deed itself. Ellen's pulse flutters under my lips as I press a slow, sucking kiss to her throat, and though I've spent the past however long mapping her body through touch and taste, there remains all these little surprises just waiting to be discovered. My own limbs are loose and warm and so, so heavy, the best kind of exhaustion pulling me closer and closer towards sleep, but that doesn't stop me from taking my time in getting settled beside her, leaving a trail of wet kisses in my wake, fingers caressing her every curve.

(Perhaps I have my reputation for a reason.)

Practically humming out a sigh, I finally lay back onto the bed, pillowing my head with my arm as I stretch out my legs, toes curling. I really can't think of any better way to celebrate a year's enforced vacation; after all, I might as well enjoy it while it lasts.

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[manwithoutfear]

"The kids at school used to call me Daredevil as a joke," I explain as my hands go through the familiar motions of turning my prop of a cane into a weapon: a billy club.

"My dad was a boxer, but he didn't want me following in his footsteps, so I was forbidden to fight, to defend myself from their taunts. All they saw was a bookworm -- practically an endangered species in Hell's Kitchen -- when in truth, I could've wiped the floor with every last one of them... I just wanted to keep my promise."

And all the while I broke it every night to train in secret. The wryness in my voice tugs at the corners of my mouth.

"I imagine this seems ridiculous to you."

[shewaswarned]

She finds herself smiling, that gradual shift in expression occurring almost by natural reflex as he shares those memories with her - only to have it falter slightly as she watches the cane in his hands shift into something that looks like it could do a little more damage.

Her fingertips trace the initials, the twin D's embroidered into the fabric. It's a lot to take in, certainly, but not overwhelmingly so.

"No, nothing like that," is her promise as she gently sets the box to one side, rising and moving to stand in front of him. Her hand finds a scar she'd been pointed to only moments before.

"But you didn't get these hiding behind a book."

[manwithoutfear]

The right information in the wrong hands can be as deadly as any gun or knife. Back home, what little I've told her could go for a hefty price, and I'm no stranger to being sold out. That danger doesn't exist here.

The rush of adrenaline thinks otherwise.

"I also didn't get them in a schoolyard."

[shewaswarned]

"Different kind of playground." The only difference is that it sounds like he'd stood up to them in those particular instances, even if he's walking around with the evidence of it not having been an easy fight.

She can relate. Someone had been sent to kill her, but he'd ended up with a knife in his chest for his troubles - and besides, she'd learned the truth about who was really responsible, in the end.

"The bullies just get bigger."

[manwithoutfear]

I laugh. Loudly. I haven't even said a word about Wilson Fisk yet, and he's undoubtedly been the biggest bully of them all -- in more ways than one.

"You have no idea."

[shewaswarned]

She steps in, tipping her head back to preserve that line of sight, her hands challengingly braced on her own hips. It's in her best lawyer voice, soft and low and meant to impress a point. Make them come to you, Patty'd always said.

"Try me."

[manwithoutfear]

"Six foot seven, 450 lbs of muscle, and too clever by half. His name was Wilson Fisk, but they called him the Kingpin."

Until I won the name, that is, but that's a story for a different day, if I tell it at all. I match Ellen's step forward, getting in close enough that I can feel her breath against my skin.

"A bit bigger than your average grade schooler."

[shewaswarned]

She pushes out a breath, soft between pursed lips, a line of thought forming between her brows.

"You weren't kidding." He hasn't been kidding about any of this, anyway, so there's no reason to suspect that will change any time soon. Her hand closes over his, over the one that clutches the hidden weapon within his cane.

"Thank you," she whispers. "For telling me. I know you didn't have to."

[manwithoutfear]

"It doesn't mean anything here."

None of it does. The work I put in, the bridges I burned, the sacrifices I made... As long as I'm here on this island outside of space and time and reason -- Matt Murdock or Daredevil -- it doesn't mean a damned thing... But of course I had to tell her. There are other stories that don't need revisiting, parts of my past I don't need to share, but that part felt different.

I clear my throat. "But I trust I have attorney-client privileges?"

[shewaswarned]

"Maybe not, but - you didn't have to say anything at all, if that's the case." But this had been his life, at least before the island, and he's sharing it with her, the same way she had with him months before, when he was only an open ear and a trustworthy friend then.

Her eyes light up with the next few words out of his mouth, and she slowly winds her arms around his middle, tipping her head back to look up at him. "My lips are sealed."

[manwithoutfear]

I trust her. Maybe because she trusted me first. It's not something that's come easily to me these past few years, and some part of me thinks I'm being naïve for believing this is real. It's a part that's easy to ignore with her arms around me.

I tip my chin down, and press a kiss to those sealed lips of hers. An extra lock.