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"I feel hurt," Vanessa said, one night. "This isn't holding your attention, is it?"
Matt swallowed hard and pressed up against her. "No, I -" love it, it's good, I wish that I could get more, I can't focus there's a siren three blocks away and a car alarm going off in the closest parking structure. "It's good, it's just - loud, tonight."
"Ah," she said. She ran a finger down his chest, over his sternum. It helped, a little; it was grounding, having one easy predictable touch to focus on. "I may have a solution to that...particular difficulty, Matthew."
"Somewhere else? It's still bad outside the city," he admitted. "Less familiar."
"Not quite what she meant," Wilson said.
"Traditionally, I'd suggest a blindfold," she said, and she sounded amused, and careful. "In your case, though - the principle holds: there are ways to shut out distractions. If you'd like."
It took him a second to realize what she was getting at. The disgusting part was that it hit him with the rush of fear and then, shamefully, heat - because to think of being able to let go, to focus on what was happening in the room and only here, in the room, that had a sick kind of appeal -
"No," he said, at first. "Ab - absolutely not."
"Calm down," Wilson said, taking two steps away from the bed immediately.
Couldn't stop thinking about the idea, though; he hadn't tried...things, like earplugs, since Stick. ("Crutches," Stick had said, scornfully. "And they don't really help, do they, Matty?")
Re: Fisk/Matt/Vanessa - Mistaken betrayal
this is why i <3 the kinkmeme i have boring ideas and y'all have THEM kind of ideas a++
"I feel hurt," Vanessa said, one night. "This isn't holding your attention, is it?"
Matt swallowed hard and pressed up against her. "No, I -" love it, it's good, I wish that I could get more, I can't focus there's a siren three blocks away and a car alarm going off in the closest parking structure. "It's good, it's just - loud, tonight."
"Ah," she said. She ran a finger down his chest, over his sternum. It helped, a little; it was grounding, having one easy predictable touch to focus on. "I may have a solution to that...particular difficulty, Matthew."
"Somewhere else? It's still bad outside the city," he admitted. "Less familiar."
"Not quite what she meant," Wilson said.
"Traditionally, I'd suggest a blindfold," she said, and she sounded amused, and careful. "In your case, though - the principle holds: there are ways to shut out distractions. If you'd like."
It took him a second to realize what she was getting at. The disgusting part was that it hit him with the rush of fear and then, shamefully, heat - because to think of being able to let go, to focus on what was happening in the room and only here, in the room, that had a sick kind of appeal -
"No," he said, at first. "Ab - absolutely not."
"Calm down," Wilson said, taking two steps away from the bed immediately.
Couldn't stop thinking about the idea, though; he hadn't tried...things, like earplugs, since Stick. ("Crutches," Stick had said, scornfully. "And they don't really help, do they, Matty?")
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