not even the stars are safe in the sky

She was surprised by how easily her voice came, as smooth and irreverent as ever. It was hard to remember the last time she'd spoken to someone. "The same way you did, I imagine. The tunnels beneath Midland Circle spat me out on the docks. It was a long time before I remembered…" Everything. She trailed off. She wasn't certain she did remember everything, even now, but she remembered enough. She remembered him. She remembered them. Those were some of the first memories to surface, even before she had any context for them.

Her hand lifted but stopped just short of actually touching him, hovering over the arm of his suit. Once, Elektra had always had something to say. Even if it was the wrong thing, it would still come out of her mouth without hesitation or regret. Now, words were difficult, each one dragging its way up her throat. There was nothing she could say to him that would explain why she'd disappeared on him again, nothing that would justify it. So in the end, she didn't say anything.

The thing was, he didn't have Elektra's body under control, and when she reached out to him without touching, his whole being screamed in agony. He was feeling like a caged animal, the thing he wanted just barely out of reach, on the other side of the restricting bars.

His heart was beating faster, his lips dry as he opened his mouth, but no sound came out. And his animal wanted to be free, the beast wanted out—and he felt his control slip, couldn't stop it from breaking the cage and getting out.

With one last deep inhale to steel himself he lifted his hand and put it on her cheek, glove still on, but feeling the warmth of her skin nonetheless. Oh God, she was alive. His exhale was shaky, barely suppressing the urge to let out a relieved sob.

She'd braced herself for his inevitable anger at what she'd done. The five years of the snap weren't her fault, but the two before that were. Letting him believe she was dead for all that time was possibly the cruelest thing she'd ever done in her life, and that was saying something. She wasn't prepared for tenderness. Her eyes fluttered closed when she felt his hand on her cheek, and she couldn't resist turning slightly into it, pressing into the warmth. Nobody else had ever touched her so gently, like she was something precious.

"Matthew," she breathed. "I missed you." It was agony to have him close enough to feel the warmth radiating off his body and not be able to touch him. Elektra wasn't as disciplined as he was, never had been. Her lack of impulse control had gotten her into trouble so many times, but she never seemed to learn from it. There was always going to be something selfish and reckless in her that just wanted. Before she'd really thought about it, she was closing that distance, arms circling to his neck, body molding to his. If it was anyone else, she would have called it clinging, but surely she was not that broken, even now.

"Are you so sure you haven't?" She smiled even as her eyes burned with tears she refused to shed. Elektra was pretty sure she was alive--she'd been dead before, and it wasn't pleasant, it wasn't this--but she wasn't the woman he remembered. The Black Sky had left a stain on her soul above and beyond the atrocities she'd committed for Stick. It would never come clean.

"Did someone beat you to the draw twice in a row? That would be embarrassing." Her lips curved into a smirk, but there was real curiosity there amid the teasing. His reputation alone would have caught her interest. Actually meeting him had doubled it. A fingertip idly circled the rim of her glass, but since it wasn't crystal, it didn't make a sound. She wondered why he repeatedly chose a dive when he could have afforded the nicest place in town. "I don't consider that work. A girl has to have a hobby. Unlike most men, you're almost as interesting as you think you are."

"You honor me with your words," he spoke with a smile on his face. "You are indeed right, one should have hobbies for sure," he added as his drink was placed on the counter. "You give me the impression of someone who would not be wasting your time with just anyone."

On the contrary, Elektra wasted a lot of time indulging her own whims, but it was true she had high standards for her men. She had so many questions for him, but any conversation spoken in public deserved to be overheard. She sipped her drink, a hand settling on the firm swell of his bicep. "Perhaps we could go somewhere we can speak more freely?"

"WHEN YOU GRADUATE, AND WE GET MARRIED..."

buut what if she worked with dex? that'd be fun

Daredevil Season 2 Episode 05 - Kinbaku