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[(Anonymous)]

It was perfectly on time again, but she’d forgotten it was coming for once. The previous night she’d fallen asleep just relaxed and ridiculously happy. Because while it wasn’t like she hadn’t really enjoyed sex in the past, at least when the guy had been decent, sex with the man she was in love with, who turned out to be just as good as the stories had claimed…well, that was something else. Plus the summer had only just begun, and she was still dwelling much on the luxury of sleeping in, especially when they’d managed to get themselves a proper apartment together. Then that morning, she woke up with the first pinch of cramps, and she could tell she was already bleeding.
All over Matt’s silk sheets.
“Oh,” she cried, waking him up if he hadn’t been already, as she scrambled up and into a sitting position before pulling the covers back to assess the damage. There was now a dark red stain in the silk, one that was not going to be easy to get out. “Oh, Matt, I’m so sorry, I’ve gotten blood on your sheets…”
“Painkillers?” he asked, pulling himself up. A pause, while he presumably took assessment. He could probably get a rough idea of both the size and location of the blood, but he dropped his head closer to her abdomen, and then confirmed. “Painkillers. Want me to get them for you? Or I could get you a heat pack; I’ve got one…”
He wasn’t going to complain about the blood. Even though she didn’t know how much it would take to keep his sensitive nose from continually smelling it, even post removal. So she started, “Stained it pretty badly…”
“You want me to change the sheets?” Oh God, he’d misunderstood. “I’m going to wash them right away anyway. I, uh, Elektra did buy me a second set. As a parting gift; she…she’d noticed how much better I slept in them-though…though she didn’t know anything else, of course.”
“Only if you want to,” said Foggy, and got up to stumble to the bathroom. She took in the condition of her legs and said, “I need to shower anyway.”
A second set…and it said everything that hearing about that made her heart clench with jealousy once again. She understood perfectly why Matt had both accepted the expensive gifts and then kept them, at least once he explained how since the accident he had always struggled to get enough sleep, until the first night he had turned down in them and discovered how much of a relief it had been to have sheets that didn’t feel like sandpaper against his skin, was how he described his old cotton ones. That was the kind of temptation even he hadn’t been able to resist. She certainly wasn’t going to ask him to give that up, especially given how broke they both were. And yet she wished so badly he wasn’t using such sheets given to him by another woman, an ambassador’s daughter who was richer than her as well as hotter, and so superior to Foggy she ought to thank her lucky stars that for whatever reason that relationship hadn’t worked out.
This wasn’t ideal, what had happened the previous night. Of course now that they were moved in together, they probably would’ve started having sex anyway. But she was never going to proud of the fact that their first time had basically happened because he’d confessed where his sheets had come from and she’d gotten so jealous she’d basically demanded they fuck on them. It had been ridiculously petty. She even kind of wished he’d called her on it. But he hadn’t even shown any reluctance, just given her what she wanted; seemed pretty happy to, actually.
Even though she was pretty sure he’d been able to tell her period was coming the previous night, and she herself had been aware it was due, even if in the heat of jealousy and desperate want, she’d forgotten, and she was a little worried that subconsciously, she’d gone and gotten blood on those sheets on purpose.
He brought her crackers in the bathroom. “Remember what the doctor said-you really shouldn’t be taking those without food in the stomach.” Post-shower he was waiting, sitting on the bed with the heat pack, the sheets changed, and he said, “I don’t think we need to get up yet. Why don’t you lie back down and I’ll give you a backrub, at least until the painkillers kick in.”
“I’m not even in that much pain,” said Foggy. And she wasn’t; lately her period had been starting more slowly, with a short time period of lighter flow and less pain, before the brunt of it hit. Made things a lot easier; no longer did she have that terrible hour while she waited for her medication to start working. Indeed, it seemed a lot of things in her life had improved since she and Matt had had that reckoning, and from there started building a stronger and more honest relationship which she thought was probably making them both happier than either of them had ever been, him especially.
But he coaxed her back under the sheets anyway, even when she also added as she shifted onto the relief of the heat pack, “I’m probably going to get blood on these too, in this position.”
“Don’t worry about it,” he told her. “I got a huge lecture from Serena once about even with overnights no woman can completely keep her sheets clean.” Serena had been the next girlfriend he’d had after Elektra. “I’m not going to expect you to.” His hands were already on her back, and she knew those senses of his allowed him to know exactly where her things were tight, exactly where she most needed relief. She’d joked more than once that he should’ve held off on the massages, because she’d started to think they were better than the sex would be. Although the sex had ultimately turned out to be better still, so she supposed she might have to retire that one.
“So she bled on them too?” she asked. That would make her feel better, maybe if she wasn’t the first.
But he only said, after another moment, “Uh, no, she never spent the night like that. You know we didn’t date very long.”
His thumbs were grinding into exactly the right pair of places above the small of her back, forcing a groan from Foggy’s mouth-and also more blood out of her cunt, although she was pretty sure the pad caught it all-this time. “Yeah, I know,” she said. “Although at least she was like you were at the time with the amount of guys she went through. I guess you can get away with that better when you’re hot.”
After that last sentence escaped her mouth, she hoped Matt would take it simply as a reflection on both himself and Serena, rather than of her as opposed to anybody else. She was pretty sure her heartbeat wasn’t articulate enough to tell him otherwise, after all. Or maybe it was, given how it spiked when she realized the full implications of saying that to him.
But he said, “Foggy…you’re not going to be scared of any conventionally attractive women talking to me, are you?”
“I’m not going to be ridiculously clingy like that,” she hastily reply.
“I’m not talking about that,” he said, and now he sounded truly dismayed. “I’m talking about you being unhappy. You really should not be afraid, you know. You know perfectly well you’ve been the most important woman there’s ever been in my life. Also the most important person at least after my father died.”
Oh God, she loved this man. And how could she possibly avoid the fact that she wasn’t supposed to be able to attract a boyfriend this wonderful? “Still,” she said, “I haven’t been the woman you’ve been fucking before. And even if you can’t see them, haven’t I made it pretty clear they’ve all of them been a lot hotter than me? I don’t know what it is about your supersenses that causes that, but, well, in any case, you now know exactly how fat I am.”
“Foggy,” he protested, “Do…do you realize how much I…I-I loved finally getting my hands on you last night? Surely…surely you noticed?”
“Well,” she said, “you were obviously enjoying it, um, but…it’s sex. Men usually do enjoy it, I find. And I do believe, you know, that you have, well, feelings for me here. I’m sure you’ve been happy to overlook a few things.” Now they were both turning red, of course, but his hands remained steady as they moved up and down her back. She was grateful for that. “You don’t have the flatter me, Murdock. Okay, maybe you liked the rack, especially since you don’t have to see how ridiculous it can make me look unless I’m very smart in what I wear-”
“I’m not flattering you,” he insisted. And then his hands did move, one to her breast, naturally, but the other down forward, resting itself over her belly button, and there was an intimacy in the way he stroked that made her shiver, even making her forget the pain for a split second or so. “I like your body. I love how soft it feels, how much of it there is, how warm you are.”
To make his point further, he started kissing his way down her spine, and even after only a single night together it seemed he’d already memorized where on her back to put his mouth as well. Although the arousal was mild, mostly she felt just warmth and a gentle pleasure that melted her down in his embrace, before he whispered, “I’d be loving this, too, except I don’t like that you’re in pain,” and Foggy was left to melt even further, even before he moved his hands back to her back and resumed the massage.
But by the time they were turning in on the bed at the end of the day, it having been a surprisingly exhausting one, too much so for any further sex, Foggy tried not to look at or rest on the spots where blood had indeed settled, and though she and Matt had worked together getting them out she could somehow see it all anyway, and she knew Matt could still smell it. Both his sets of sheets in one day; she’d been efficient. She thought she might just stay aware of where she’d stained them even after it finally faded from his senses.