The Invisible String: Matt Murdock/ Daredevil

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He added a second finger, stretching her, making her gasp. He curled his fingers, finding the spot that made her cry out, that made her body shudder with pleasure.

Annalise's hands moved to his wrist, her fingers wrapping around it, holding him still as she rode his fingers, chasing her pleasure.

Matt's other hand moved to her other breast, his fingers teasing her nipple, making her moan and gasp, making her body shudder with each stroke, each tease of her nipples, each brush of his thumb against her clit. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her body tightening around his fingers, her pleasure building with each passing moment.

Matt's own breath was ragged, his heart pounding in his chest, his erection straining against the confines of his sweats. He could feel the heat of her, the wetness that coated his fingers, the way her body responded to his touch.

He pulled his fingers from her, ignoring her gasp of protest. He shifted, his bound hand moving to the ties at his wrists. With a flick of his fingers, they fell away, freeing his hands.

He reached for her, his fingers tangling in the lace of her panties. He tugged them down, his fingers dancing along her skin, teasing her, making her moan and gasp.

He pushed her back, his hands on her hips, positioning her over his erection. He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire, his voice a low growl. "Ride me," he commanded, his fingers digging into her hips.

Annalise's breath caught, her body shuddering at his command. She reached for him, her fingers tugging at the waistband. She pushed them down, freeing his erection, her hand wrapping around it, stroking him.

She positioned him at her entrance, her breath hitching as she sank down onto him. She was tight, her body stretching to accommodate him.

Matt's hands moved to her ass, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, holding her still as he thrust up into her. He was big, filling her, stretching her, making her moan and gasp.

He set a hard, fast pace, his hips bucking, his erection sliding in and out of her, hitting that spot inside her that made her cry out, that made her body shudder with pleasure. His hand clasped around her mouth, dampening the sound of her moans. Reveling in the way her body quivered.

Annalise's hands moved to his chest, her fingers applying pressure to that luminescent string, causing him to gasp ever so slightly, as he continued to push her closer to the edge.

She could feel it, the pleasure building, her body tightening, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She was so close, so impossibly close. 

Matt's hand moved from her ass, sliding down to where they were joined, his fingers finding her clit. He stroked her, his fingers dancing, teasing, pushing her closer to the edge.

Annalise's breath caught, her body tightening, her pleasure peaking. She cried out, her body shuddering, her vision going white as she came.

Matt's own breath caught, his body tensing, his pleasure peaking. He came with a low groan, his body tensing.

They collapsed together, their breaths ragged, their bodies delicately coated with sweat. Annalise could feel the thrum of his heart intertwining with her own, the rapid pounding of his breath against her cheek.

She could feel the heat of him, the way her body responded to his touch. She could feel the invisible lines that connected them, the energy that flowed between them, the power that was theirs to command.

As she lay there, wrapped in his arms, she knew that she would never let him go.

The air in Annalise's apartment was thick with warmth, the kind that came after both adrenaline and intimacy. The sheets were a tangled mess, her cheek resting comfortably on Matt's chest, his hand tracing lazy circles along her shoulder. For the first time all day, it was quiet — no fighting, no running, no Fisk's men. Just them.

After a while, Annalise broke the silence. "You know... one bedroom, one couch, it's not exactly sustainable for four people."

Matt chuckled low in his chest. "You mean you don't want to keep running a victim hide-out house out of your apartment?"

She lifted her head to look at him, smirking. "I mean it, Matt. If Fisk has eyes on you — on us — this place isn't safe. It's only a matter of time before he figures it out. If he hasn't already."

He tilted his head slightly, listening, the furrow in his brow deepening. "So we move."

"Yeah," she said simply. "Somewhere nearby but out of this apartment building. We can put it under someone else's name. Keep it off Fisk's radar until we come up with a better plan."

Matt let out a thoughtful hum, his hand absently brushing her hair back. "We'll talk to them in the morning. See what they think."

"Good," she murmured, sinking back against him, the weight of her body molding to his side.

For a beat, it was silent again, until Matt's lips curved into that small, sly smile she was starting to recognize. "Since we're making plans, what about us?"

Her brow arched. "What about us?"

"You know what I mean."

Annalise tried to fight the grin tugging at her mouth. "Isn't that supposed to be the girl's line?"

He laughed, the sound warm and unguarded, and it made her chest squeeze. "Fair point."

Her smile softened, and she shifted so she could see his face more clearly. "Matt... you've always been more than a friend to me. Even when I didn't want to admit it. Even when I told myself it was too messy, too dangerous. You were still... more."

He tilted his head toward her, lips quirking in mock seriousness. "Annalise, are you saying you'd like to be more than my friend? Because I think that's a bit far."

She smacked his chest lightly, and they both burst into laughter, the kind that loosened everything knotted tight between them.

When it finally faded, Matt caught her hand before she could pull it back, lacing their fingers together against his chest. His expression softened, the joking edge melting into something steadier.

"Because for the record..." his thumb brushed lightly over her knuckles, "I would love to call you my girlfriend."

The breath caught in her throat, the word sinking deeper than she expected. She searched his face, the honesty written there despite the dim light, and felt her lips curve slowly into a smile.

"Well," she whispered, leaning down to press her forehead to his, "lucky for you, I'd love that too."

And just like that, the weight of the world beyond the apartment faded — at least for the night.