“You know,” said Karen curled up against Foggy’s chest with Matt behind her. “When I was a kid I thought SoulMarks were the most beautiful things in the world. But I think Foggy’s is beautiful even for a SoulMark.”
Foggy could feel himself blush, Matt shifted behind Karen so he could get his hands on Foggy. “What does it look like?” he asked Karen. “You know I don’t even know where it is?”
Karen took one of Matt’s hands and placed it over Foggy’s heart. “It’s here,” she said softly. “Can you feel it?”
“No, but I can feel his heartbeat. It’s fast,” he commented with a smirk. Foggy would kick him if he could work out a way not to hit Karen too.
“You could trace it for him,” said Foggy, proud that he didn’t stumble on the words. “So he has an idea, of what it’s like.”
Karen takes hold of one of Matt’s fingers and traces the large ‘m’. “This is the M in both our names,” she narrated. “The rest of your name is here.” She traced over the letters slowly with Matt’s finger. Foggy shuddered underneath them. “Keep still you,” mock scolded Karen.
“Foggy did this to me once, in college,” Matt whispered into her ear. “Because I wanted to know what mine said without having to rely on what other people told me.”
Karen shivered at Matt's words. “Keep still you,” said Foggy softly.
Karen moved Matt’s finger down to the ‘a’ of ‘Mary’. “This is where the rest of my name starts.” She lead Matt's finger over the rest of the letters. “You and me, connected, over the top of Foggy’s heart.”
“That is beautiful,” said Matt, pressing a kiss to the back of Karen’s neck. “What about yours?”
“On top of her feet, you get the left one, I get the right.” said Foggy, his voice was pitched low and rougher than usual with approaching sleep. “I’d trace them for you, but that would involve moving…”
“No, no moving right now,” Matt said tightening an arm round Karen. “Tomorrow we’ll do that.”
“They’re not as beautifully symbolic as Foggy’s,” sighed Karen.
“I disagree,” said Foggy. “Those very wonderful feet had to get you all the way to us. That’s beautiful to me.”
“I concur,” said Matt sleepily.
“And Matt’s… well I can’t think of a beautiful thing about ribs right now. Give me a minute,” said Foggy yawning.
“Have the rest of my life,” said Matt as his eyes closed.
“Sap,” accused Foggy with so much fondness it made Matt's heart hurt. Karen giggled and it sounded like music. They drifted off to sleep, together at last.
Fill:Part 5/5 Matt/Foggy/Karen: soulmate AU
“You know,” said Karen curled up against Foggy’s chest with Matt behind her. “When I was a kid I thought SoulMarks were the most beautiful things in the world. But I think Foggy’s is beautiful even for a SoulMark.”
Foggy could feel himself blush, Matt shifted behind Karen so he could get his hands on Foggy. “What does it look like?” he asked Karen. “You know I don’t even know where it is?”
Karen took one of Matt’s hands and placed it over Foggy’s heart. “It’s here,” she said softly. “Can you feel it?”
“No, but I can feel his heartbeat. It’s fast,” he commented with a smirk. Foggy would kick him if he could work out a way not to hit Karen too.
“You could trace it for him,” said Foggy, proud that he didn’t stumble on the words. “So he has an idea, of what it’s like.”
Karen takes hold of one of Matt’s fingers and traces the large ‘m’. “This is the M in both our names,” she narrated. “The rest of your name is here.” She traced over the letters slowly with Matt’s finger. Foggy shuddered underneath them. “Keep still you,” mock scolded Karen.
“Foggy did this to me once, in college,” Matt whispered into her ear. “Because I wanted to know what mine said without having to rely on what other people told me.”
Karen shivered at Matt's words. “Keep still you,” said Foggy softly.
Karen moved Matt’s finger down to the ‘a’ of ‘Mary’. “This is where the rest of my name starts.” She lead Matt's finger over the rest of the letters. “You and me, connected, over the top of Foggy’s heart.”
“That is beautiful,” said Matt, pressing a kiss to the back of Karen’s neck. “What about yours?”
“On top of her feet, you get the left one, I get the right.” said Foggy, his voice was pitched low and rougher than usual with approaching sleep. “I’d trace them for you, but that would involve moving…”
“No, no moving right now,” Matt said tightening an arm round Karen. “Tomorrow we’ll do that.”
“They’re not as beautifully symbolic as Foggy’s,” sighed Karen.
“I disagree,” said Foggy. “Those very wonderful feet had to get you all the way to us. That’s beautiful to me.”
“I concur,” said Matt sleepily.
“And Matt’s… well I can’t think of a beautiful thing about ribs right now. Give me a minute,” said Foggy yawning.
“Have the rest of my life,” said Matt as his eyes closed.
“Sap,” accused Foggy with so much fondness it made Matt's heart hurt. Karen giggled and it sounded like music. They drifted off to sleep, together at last.