Daredevil and Jen fluff drabble Warnings: None, except fluff and a little tickling • Authors note: Just because my lovely brain came up with THE PERFECT expression as well as headline, I couldn't focus on anything Loki-based now...
On her doorstep, when Daredevil was still kissing SheHulk, his head up high, she suddenly shrunk, changed into her human form. He smiled against her tinier lips. Now he was taller than her, lifting his shoulders for a second and kissed her, a little softer. He’d shut the door with the back of his foot, and when the soft „click“ was audible, Jen grabbed his right shoulder firmly. She pulled him a little backwards, guiding him to her bedroom in the back of her apartment. She intensified the kiss again, trying to get a hold on his armor. But when his right hand, placed on her upper back before, moved to her waist, she stiffened for a brief moment. Jen knew, if she would let him think about that, he might get a clue, what happened. Her attorney-colleague was very smart, so, she moved her left arm from his shoulder, sneaking under his right arm and grabbed his back. So she could loosen the stretched position a bit, and, make herself a little less vulnerable. It was also another way to tell this handsome man, to follow her into the bedroom - faster. His right hand moved a little more downwards, was close to her hip now, when Jen couldn’t avert that giggly hick-up, which left her mouth in that very same moment. Matt, still wrapped in his red and gold suit, stopped kissing her, while he leaned his head back a little, turned sideways to her, so he could listen more carefully: „What was that noise?“
„Ummm, don’t know. A mice perhaps?“
„Oh-ho, let me be more precise: Jen, what was that noise you made?“
Jennifer looked at you, her eyebrows up, her eyes big: „Oh no!“, she whispered to you. She turned her head back to him, putting her forehead against his chest, mumbling something, neither you nor Daredevil could understand.
„Am I correct, assuming that you are… ticklish?“
„No…“, she whispered muffled.
„Oh, so the squeaky noise won’t appear again, when I do this?“, his gloved-hand squeezed her waist, right above her hip bone, again. This time, on purpose, it was unbearable.
„No-ho!“, her curls flew around her face when she shook her head laughing.
„No? No it doesn’t tickle or no, you’re not ticklish?“
„No-hot ticklish, Murdock!“
„Oh? Last name level, now, huh?! Are you sure, Walters? Keen to prove that theory in a more comfy position?“, holding her in a devilish bear-hug now, with no means of escape.
„Do-hon’t you dare, devil!“, she giggled alarmed, while she tried to free herself from his grip. Jen looked at you again, rolling her own eyes because her brain was fogged from making out already: „I am screwed!“
He lifted her dainty figure above his shoulder, squeezing the back of her thigh: „Where is your bedroom?“
„E-hey! Not gonna tell you. Figure it out“
„If you’re not telling me, where your bed is, I’ll gonna search all your sensitive spots right here, on this carpet.“
Jen looked down to her living room floor, his pretty bottom was in her way, when she got an idea: „Oho-kay, it’s…“
It’s a drabble as well as a fanfic-promise. SheHulk and Daredevil, Matt and Jen combinations for these lovely guys will follow. I'll write it, after I finished my Loki story.
