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At first, Claire can't tell what's wrong with him; it's only when she pushes off his cowl and he arches into her touch that she notices his flush, his rapid breathing, and the way his pulse leaps under her fingertips.

(this sounds like the beginning to that scene where Matt doesn't listen or smell Claire and Karen and Foggy as closely as he could to preserve their privacy, until he's hit with sex pollen and then he's just a) deliriously happy, and b) can't stop going into insane detail.

...here's the beginning, where Claire is a Very Professional Nurse who's seen people horny and high before. but she's never run into a drug that's transmitted by kissing: she might be in over her head. just a little bit.)

"Did you go out with a fever like this?" she asked, and Matt gave her a blinding (oops: she was still trying to work those words out of her vocabulary) grin.

"A fever...for justice!" he said, and burst into...giggles?

"Oh no," Claire sighed, and reached forward to take the mask off completely. "What did you - shit, what did you take, Matt?"

He tilted towards her, leaning in; she was never going to get over how heavy he was for such a little guy. "No, no, see, Claire, here's the thing -" and he reached out to kiss her.

She knew better, she really did, but - but what could it hurt, honestly? Matt was so warm, and his skin was warm but not hot or dry to the touch, and he could kiss like no one's business - gentle, so gentle that it hurt to think about, sometimes, especially when she considered how lethal he could be in a fight. Claire could honestly say that yes, it was Matt's insane determination that had caught her attention, but the his body was unbelievable, muscle everywhere, skin fucking silky for a guy who spent as much time getting beaten up as he did, and his mouth was a gift; she'd never known anyone quite so - detail-oriented - as Matt. This time was no different: he came in soft, waiting, smiling against her mouth, and she gave in. Caught his lip between her teeth.

"See?" Matt said, when they pulled apart; his eyes, as always, were unfocused, but there was something triumphant in his expression. "Makes sense, right?"

"Yeah, Matt," she said, absently, already thinking well, he's clearly too high to know what he got hit with, and damnit, there's that night of sleep, and it's a shame he's roofied because as long as I'm staying awake babysitting all night I could use a couple orgasms. E? Hopefully not E; the crash was always bad, especially if you weren't used to it.

Her mouth started to tingle.

Clearly it'd been way too long, if one little kiss could get her going like this.

"I need new friends," she said, and Matt nodded.

"You and Karen should be friends," he said. "Foggy! Oh! You'd love him."

"I bet I would," she said. His shirt was soaked through, and it'd rucked up, exposing his fucking ridiculous abs. She rubbed her mouth. It still felt sensitive; she wanted to bite her own lip, she wanted Matt to bite her lip for her, she wanted him to put his hands in her hair and pull. She wanted to put her hands in his hair and pull; he went down so pretty when she got a hold on him.

This was no good.

"I love him," Matt said, and he sounded both - honest, a little terrifyingly so, and smugly pleased. "You can't have him, but you'd love him, women do, Marci said he gave the best head she'd ever gotten -"

"Matt," she said, "I think you're telling me somebody else's secrets," because that was the sort of thing that tended to work best.

"Oh," he said. And stretched. Claire's breath caught. He closed his eyes and smiled, close-mouthed, ridiculously, ridiculously pretty, and - oh great, she thought. Yeah. He was hard, and she wanted -

"I like the way you breathe when you're turned on," he said, calm, conversational, still smiling. "I like knowing that looking at me makes you think about sex. Your shirt makes a different sound rubbing across your nipples when they're hard; it must feel amazing, I think." Claire closed her eyes (to shut out that temptation) and swallowed, hard: she was not thinking about how he was right, she wasn't thinking about Matt's big hands and sharp teeth on her nipples, because. She had to swallow again. Because Matt didn't talk like this sober. She clenched, once, hard, around nothing at all, just to - just to remind herself that nothing was going to happen, and Matt laughed. Happy. He sounded so fucking happy.

"Heard that," he said. "Ah. I could hear it when you squeezed around me, too, y'know. That was really good; we should do that again."

Claire licked her lips, trying to force her breathing back to - some semblance of normal, and tasted something spicy. She felt a little dizzy. She shifted her hips, because she was wet and absurdly sensitive already, no reason, just that was enough to hit her hard, and Matt grinned like he'd won the lottery.

"Yeah," he said.

*noise that only dogs can hear* oh my god let me love you

horny!/drugged!Matt is just... um, lovely. Unf. And this line: "he went down so pretty when she got a hold on him" holy crap.

I can't wait for the rest, this is GLORIOUS.

-- OP

Hot! And kinda sweet. Happy Matt! And Claire!

Prompt Post #1

Re: Matt/Claire/Karen/Foggy: sex pollen, teamwork.

Re: Matt/Claire/Karen/Foggy: sex pollen, teamwork.

Re: Matt/Claire/Karen/Foggy: sex pollen, teamwork.