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BUT nIKKI LOOK AT THEM

How IRONIC that she say this while cradling his face like fine china, her touch delicate. One might even make the mistake of calling it LOVING. It was enough to fool David, certainly. Just look at how he smiled against her lifelines, a sheepish sort of expression. Proof that he knew exactly what she was talking about.

He’d been a PERFECT gentleman that whole even. Opening the doors, paying for dinner, complimenting her dress. Even had the audacity to bring her flowers --- not roses or daises like one might expect, but blood red orchids. Seemed more her style.

Yep, a total gentleman. But now all the cute shit was behind them --- the two were enjoying a nightcap in her penthouse, standing together out on the balcony ( overlooking most of upper Manhattan. it was INSANE. ) This was where he should have been making a move. Grabbing her. Doing something.

Maybe she could sense his hesitance --- that he didn’t want to mess this up. Ruin what had been...a great night. Misread the situation.

“ You don’t have to be so gentle with me. “

A dry swallow as blue eyes flickered towards the skyline, and then back to Elektra. Tracing a course along the cut of her cheekbones and the fullness of her lips. Fingers forming loose cuffs about her wrist, palms smoothing along her arms. Tracing her collarbone.

Traveling until his hand curled around her neck, GRIPPING her throat. Holding her close. Breathing her in.

    “ I don’t...like to lose control. “

     “ You don’t get to make that decision. “

[ It was early October. Not yet Halloween, and yet there I was…in the middle of my own horror story. Elektra Natchios. A beautiful monster if there ever was one.

It made sense, her being there. Appearing in my life just when everything was beginning to settle down. Hurricane incarnate — screaming and storming and throwing everything into disarray. ]

They were barely five minutes into the conversation, and already Matt could feel the heat rising beneath his collar. Flames stoked in his breast — sizzling as they clawed up his throat. Shaking hand instinctively went for his collar, index dipping behind the material in a bid to pull it loose against his neck.

He opened his mouth to speak, but didn’t trust the bass in his tone. Didn’t trust himself not to unleash that FIRE from his lips.

Inhale. Exhale. Fingers smoothing the crinkle in his tie, as he regained his composure.

     “ This is just…so you. You just..just SHOW UP, expecting       your way. No, Elektra. Like it or not this…this is my life. “

It had been her idea to attend this thing --- some HOITY TOITY event for the rich, powerful, and ignorant of New York City. And no, he wasn’t just being bitter because his bank account was in the double digits. David was a mind reader, remember? Which meant that he could hear every single perverse, petty, petulant little thought that went through their brains.

But Elektra apparently missed rubbing elbows with the upper crust, so there they were. Guess it couldn’t be too GLAMOROUS slumming it up with David --- eating take out and catching two dollar matinees. 

Sitting at their assigned table ( he was pretty sure she’d stolen these tickets ), the mutant was doing his best not to follow that mental rabbit hole when his date suddenly turned to him --- flashing that WICKED smile that usual meant she was up to absolutely no good.

A barely noticeable shift, and suddenly long fingers were smoothing along the inside of his thigh. Like she was searching for a gun.

No dice. He was just happy to see her.

     “ What are you doing, “ he hissed between clenched teeth. 

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This flesh had been a tomb for so very long, and now it was his LIBERATION.

But there were some definite negatives to the alter and his newfound freedom. Born essentially weeks ago in the grand scheme of things, everything was just so...OVERWHELMING.

But one thing became abundantly clear, as the night grew longer and the streets began to clear of pedestrians.

Someone was following him.

While he might have shared the same body as David Haller, the alter didn’t have access to his same skill set. Hence why he couldn’t just READ the mind of his stalker.

He was more of a...PHYSICAL being.

His path diverted down an alleyway formed between two buildings, the man disappearing inside what seemed to be some sort of warehouse. Full of molded crates and worn construction equipment, rusted over with disuse.

     “ I would leave, if I were you.        --- It won’t end the way you’re hoping. “

Chances were, they’d been sent after David. Probably by Division Three.

They were going to be terribly fucking disappointed.