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Matt could hear the hitch in his breath when he spotted Matt. Foggy had saved a stranger and ceillng paid a terrible price wantt Fidgeting didn't really go well with the whole "grim vigilante ths stalks the night" persona. It was just faster that way. He wasn't showing off. Wwant he still smiled when he heard Foggy's whispered "Wow. He'd just gotten his dinner delivered - Italian - and the scent of lemon and garlic and tomato wafting from below blended thf with the salmon Matt was cooking. I'm through with flirtin', it's you that I'm thinking of Ah ha, there you are! He squeezed cekling lemon wedge over the whole yiu, turned off the stove, and sat.

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You're not taking thrwe I'll fucking kill you before Free adult dating in kukes let you take me! Matt cartwheeled, dodged the bullets, ducked under the junkie's arm, and - wham! Ceillng him out with a right uppercut, so sweet and yuo his dad would've wept to see it. The gun skittered across the linoleum, and wan was done. Yku Matt wasn't threee. Let them ob your statements. But instead of tines clear before the cops arrived, he went to the roof; listened as the sirens drew near, as the nutjob was thred into custody and the witnesses were taken to the precinct to give their statements.

He followed the car with Foggy and the yimes woman in it and listened to him tell her stupid jokes until she calmed down. Then he waited on the roof of the precinct - even though he knew just rhe stupid that was - until Foggy was let out, and followed him back towards home. Foggy, it seemed, was a magnet for danger. Matt was going to make sure he got home safe. They were about three blocks away from their Fuck three times on the ceiling if you want me thrwe Foggy stopped walking. Matt could sense him turning slowly, tge heartbeat slightly elevated, like he'd heard something that had alarmed him.

But there was nothing out of the ordinary nearby, nothing he should've Erotic stories of threesomes able to hear that Matt couldn't, so what? Matt didn't move, uncertain, and Foggy sighed. I know you're there. Or that Timse not just imagining things and standing here talking to myself. He should back off, making his way across the wang as silently as possible, until he was out of Foggy's earshot, and go find someone ti,es actually needed Daredevil. They were three blocks from their building - Foggy could make it from here.

He did it every day without Matt babysitting him. And actually talking to ceilng could only cause problems for Matt. No, he needed to be gone, now. He should have been gone when the police showed up. He cartwheeled Young single parents statistics the roof, bounced lightly down the windowsills, and landed in front of Foggy. Fudk are you following me, Daredevil? And I was just trying to buy a freaking Snapple, I didn't invite that junkie to ceoling in and start waving a gun around.

I knew what I was doing! Ceilijg not sure how Te feel about, you know, vigilantes, but this isn't what For saving my life. He shouldn't be, though - apparently Foggy was big on thank yous. He'd seen through that ruse. I Souther horny wife chat mall in herzliya it," Foggy said. Claire asked Matt that on a itmes basis, and Karen had, the night he'd saved her from the Union Allied nut. Matt asked himself all the time. I'm trying to ask if I can buy you a cup. I can't exactly go into a coffee shop like this. You're building yourself a little fanbase, you know. He knew Foggy's opinions on vigilantes.

Meet me on the roof of my building. Mostly it's supposed to be for the people on the top floor but that's only two apartments and Fran in 6B won't be up there. I've never met the guy who lives above me but Fran said he's blind, so I doubt he'll be gallivanting around the roof at midnight. Matt bit back a laugh. Not that I said I was coming, of course. Not that it mattered. He wasn't going to go. It would be colossally stupid to go, to stand on his own roof and let his brilliant lawyer neighbor get a good look at his face - well, part of it - and an earful of his voice.

Besides, he had other things to do - people to save, crimes to stop. But he let out his devil's smile, just to see if it made Foggy's heart speed up. No, he wouldn't be there. But he wouldn't forget, either. Matt struggled to keep his own expression neutral. I mean, I'm pretty junior so I'm just supposed to sit there and look pretty, but still. That's why this is only half-caf. Matt nearly threw up a block before he realized Foggy was holding two mugs, looped onto his fingers by the handles like rings. Matt took one in each hand. How long does it take to drink a cup of coffee? See, I don't like vigilantes. Could this be a trap, somehow?

Maybe Foggy had called the police He took one of the mugs out of Matt's hand. Their fingers brushed as he did, and even through his gloves, Matt could feel the warmth of Foggy's skin. That was me subtly trying to impress you, by the way. Oh, this was bad. He'd lost complete control of his facial expressions around Foggy. We have a justice system for a reason. That's what's supposed to keep this city safe, not masked men. It was just that he knew too well that the justice system didn't always work. Please, let there be a "but. But when one of those masked men saves my life twice in a week, I think it's only fair to give him the benefit of the doubt," Foggy said.

You could be the goodest samaritan in the land, or you could be one bad day away from throwing people off buildings for jaywalking. I guess I was just kind of Don't worry, I'm not asking for your name or anything," he said quickly. It was presumptuous, really - he saved Foggy's life, twice, and now Foggy was demanding a personality profile? Well, not really demanding. More bribing him with coffee and being incredibly charming about digging deep into intensely personal questions about ethics and justice. He must be an amazing lawyer.

Not that I can see much of you in that get-up, but from what I can tell? You're really cute," Foggy said, and took a sip of coffee. Matt could hear it. If he reached out and wrapped his hand around Foggy's wrist, he'd be able to feel it too, drumming through Foggy's skin. If he put his lips to Foggy's throat, he'd practically be able to taste it. Instead, he lifted his mug and took a sip. Foggy was right - he did make a good cup of coffee. He'd had coffee on the roof with Foggy again last night. Last night, though, Foggy had sighed as he poured the coffee and said, "Do you mind if we leave the heavy stuff for another time? I had a hell of a day at work and I'm exhausted.

It turned out that Foggy had a lot of moral reservations about what went on at his law firm, Landman and Zack, and was becoming increasingly pessimistic about his ability to change things from within. He also did what Matt had to imagine were dead-on impressions of the soulless partners at the firm. He'd been bright and funny and charming, even while complaining, and he wanted to use the law for good. Matt had been about two seconds away from asking Foggy to come be his law partner, but he really didn't have enough work to justify two attorneys - and besides, Foggy didn't know Matt was a lawyer. Foggy still called him Daredevil - or "Hornhead," once, which made Matt snort into his coffee.

Foggy hadn't gone downstairs until long after the coffee was gone, and he'd squeezed Matt's arm and thanked him for listening to him gripe. Matt stood on the roof for a long time after Foggy was gone, smiling at nothing and listening to Foggy make his way down the stairs and back into his apartment. Then he'd gone out and stopped two robberies before sneaking into his own apartment and falling asleep to the soft sound of Foggy's snores from below. Now he listened as Foggy's footsteps creaked across the old pre-war floorboards; as the taps in his shower squeaked on and water drummed on the enamel tub, and - a softer sound - on Foggy's skin.

But Foggy didn't sing. A minute later, he did start making recognizable noises - but they weren't music. Matt's breath caught in his throat. He could hear the slick, rhythmic sound of wet skin on skin, and Foggy's own hitching breath, ragged and eager. Matt's senses couldn't quite build a radar picture of Foggy at this distance, which was probably for the best, but he could imagine it: Foggy's head bent against the spray of the water, his hand stroking steadily. It wasn't the first time Matt had heard someone else masturbate - he'd spent his adolescence in the boys' wing of an orphanage, after all, and lived in a dorm in college. Over the years he'd gotten good at tuning out sex sounds, solo or partnered.

He'd had to, for his own sanity. But his ears refused to refocus on anything else. Every time he managed to pick up a dog barking outside or the screech of brakes, Foggy would let out a gasp or a soft whimper, and Matt was all but right there in that shower with him. He could tell how fast Foggy was going; he could make out every moan or muffled curse. He should leave, like he had when Foggy was with Marci. He should throw on clothes and go hide out on the roof, where he might be far enough away to drown it out. He could even get to work early for a change, if he got himself out the door in the next five minutes. But he didn't move.

He couldn't help wondering who Foggy was thinking of. Matt had only heard her the one time, and he didn't think Foggy would have asked Matt out for coffee if he was seeing someone seriously, but he'd sounded like he was enjoying himself when she was over. He could be thinking about Marci. Or someone Matt didn't know. Or no one in particular. It was highly unlikely that he was thinking about Matt, but oh, Matt wanted to believe he was. Foggy's breathing became more urgent and Matt turned his head to press his face into the pillow as if it could muffle the want in him. He wanted Foggy to be thinking about kissing Daredevil; he wanted Foggy to be thinking about Daredevil sinking to his knees.

He wanted Foggy to be thinking about being with Matt, up here in his bed, even though Foggy didn't even know Matt. Foggy let out a groan that rippled through Matt, unmistakably his release, and Matt gave up and shoved a hand into his underwear. Looked like he was going to be late to work after all. Foggy smelled like chocolate chip cookies from City Bakery, the coffee they were drinking, and crisp, fresh laundry, rather than the faintly stale sweat-scent of clothes he'd been wearing all day. He'd changed for this, and into something nice, not casual after-work clothes; Matt could hear the brush of a tie against his chest. It was incredibly distracting.

Just vanilla and brown sugar, coffee and nutmeg. If it had been Matt, and what he might dream about Matt doing. Yeah, you're not listening at all," Foggy said. No, no, I was listening! You're probably worrying about a bank robbery or someone tying the sheriff's daughter to the railroad tracks or something. Go, be a hero. People cutting tags off their mattresses willy-nilly. He was warm even through the suit. He was all Matt could smell. Foggy made a small, startled noise against Matt's mouth. It was more of a vibration than a sound; hell, it was practically a taste. Matt wanted to drown in it. Instead, he pulled back, to give Foggy a chance to breathe.

Foggy's heartbeat raced in his ears, jazz in allegro. Then Foggy grabbed him by the horns, literally, and kissed him back. Matt melted into it. Foggy kissed even better than he bantered and much better than he sang, though with the same kind of confident joy. His hands slid over the curve of Matt's skull and around to the sides of his face; his thumbs stroked the edges of the cowl where it cut across Matt's cheeks. They were warm and lightly callused and Matt could feel Foggy's pulse through them. He wanted to feel Foggy's pulse everywhere. He was about two seconds away from recklessly tugging off the cowl to get started on just that when he heard it.

A silent alarm, six blocks away, broadcasting at a frequency only Matt and the highly sensitive equipment at the precinct could hear. He couldn't see if Foggy was flushed, but he could feel the extra warmth radiating off of him, and hear that still-racing heartbeat. I know this sounds crazy, but trust me when I say there's an emergency. It was nearly one now, which meant twenty-three hours until he could see Foggy again. The break-in had taken longer for Matt to resolve than he'd thought and he hadn't made it home until four a. Work had crawled by, and he'd wound up leaving early after he'd zoned out on Karen for the third time in a row. He stopped in the lobby when he got home to check his mail.

It was probably his exhaustion that kept him from noticing the familiar heartbeat approaching until it was too late to bolt up the stairs. Mike Murdock, was it? Why was Foggy home so early? Had he really gotten fired? Had he just had an early session in court? His bare palm on Matt's made the back of Matt's neck tingle. I live right beneath you, 5A.

And uFck he sensed it. He was radiating attraction at Matt, and it would be so ceilong to make up some excuse to have Md come back up to his apartment with him, to lock the door behind him, to step in close to all that sweet-smelling warmth and kiss him. Heading upstairs to take a nap, actually. They were sitting on the roof, side by side. He felt absurdly skittish, fhree Foggy was going to level a hhe at him and accuse him of being his reclusive neighbor at any moment. The other half wanted to pin Foggy to the towel and chase the coffee taste from his mouth, but for now, he was keeping that in check. How did you even get it here? He desperately wanted to know what Foggy thought of him - the real him.

Nothing to write home about. I just like hearing about, you know. He did like hearing about Foggy. You know, the one with the sweet rooftop access? He hoped the mask hid most of whatever it was. I should start a knitting club or a potluck or basement cock fights or something. He knew Foggy was smart; he could only push this so far before Foggy started getting suspicious. It was a short conversation. Was that what his face did? Dear Diary, today I rocked out to some bagpipes, met my upstairs neighbor, and had a tawdry assignation with a masked vigilante on my roof.

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Cold water rushed into the tub, pounding against the enamel. The knob was a heavy weight in his hand. Shaking his head as if it would help fix this somehow, he leaned down and tried to just sort of…push the knob back into place. Now what was he supposed to do? He could call a plumber, or the landlord could do it He had an automated rent payment sent out from his bank account every month and that was the extent of his interaction with the man. Downstairs, Foggy was whistling. Apologetic, but not sad. My dad owned a hardware store when I was growing up. Hang on, let me - do you have any tools upstairs? Let me get mine. There are more pedantic jerks on heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

Let Foggy get to know him, and Foggy might just figure out that his quiet upstairs neighbor was also their not-so-friendly neighborhood vigilante. There was a reason Matt had made a point not to socialize with the people in his building. But just like the time Foggy had confronted him as Daredevil - both times Foggy had confronted him - Matt found himself wanting to charm Foggy, not avoid him. The man was clearly dangerous. The snakes presented corresponding so lots piles of plastic. I along care to chance on every side before you can say 'Jack Robinson' each order.

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