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Daredevil Prompt Post #12
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This post is for prompts involving characters from Netflix's Daredevil.
Now that The Defenders prompt post is live, all crossovers between anyone in the four individual shows should go over there. Prompts only including characters that appear in Daredevil should still go here.
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Fill: Even If We're Just Dancing in the Dark 7/?
(Anonymous) 2018-04-24 12:19 am (UTC)(link)Frank now actively hated sleeping there. No mental reminders about past nights or probable future nights could change that. He ought to be used to bare walls, a cold bed, the knowledge that he deserved no better anyway. But instead they felt like they were choking him.
He tried to keep that to himself. But Karen had gotten good at figuring out things about him, and Matt was good at figuring out things about people in general. And maybe Matt didn’t like being exiled either. She did, apparently, get him to admit the reason he’d had silk sheets in his old apartment was because his skin was actually too sensitive for cotton sheets to be comfortable.
They sometimes ate together in the evening already. So when, over dinner, she explained the situation with the sheets to Frank, she then said, “I’ve been thinking anyway. If I’m getting new sheets, I can also get a larger bed. One big enough for three. You each can sleep on either side of me, if you don’t mind having the other there. Then I’d only need to be alone with each of you for sex, and that’s much easier to manage.”
In terms of pure distance, Frank had slept that close to other men on deployment. Hell, it would be harder for him to get used to such luxurious sheets. Matt didn’t object either.
Not that Karen got him to stay in the first night they had the new bed in the house. “I might come home with a story,” he told her before leaving.
Karen was restless as she and Frank did the dishes, and he played a song on the guitar as she tried to work. She’d pretty much given up by the time he was done.
Then she said, “I’ve been thinking about what you said, in that diner that night so long ago. About how the people you love hurt you.”
“Karen,” Frank said, “if I’d known then what I know now, I wouldn’t have said that to you.” He’d learned enough about her past since to realize just how those words might have come across to her.
“But you were right anyway,” she said. “After what happened…I always though the boyfriends I had after that were mostly okay, but the truth was I never let them get that close to me. I couldn’t trust them. And then there was Matt, who seemed so noble and good…well, he is, of course, just more complicated than I realized. And he hurt me. And I hurt him. You know, right after that speech he gave at your trial, I told him he wasn’t a hero, and I *knew* how much that would hurt, even if I didn’t know everything then, on some level, I understood enough…and it’s not the last time I’ve…
“And you, oh, God, you.” She sounded both like she was about to laugh and like she was about to cry. “I realized just how much I cared about you when I was yelling you were going to be dead to me. I heard that gunshot and I felt like I was being shot through myself. Not the last time there either. Hell, you two are going to hurt me every time you go out into the night. Even though I understand. Even though I’ll probably help even you again, sooner or later. And I know I’ve hurt you. It’s okay, you don’t have to confirm, or talk about your feelings, or anything like that, but I know I have.”
Frank was grateful for that, but he quietly nodded anyway, because yeah, she had. And she was going to tear his heart apart on the day he finally pushed her to the point where she couldn’t take it anymore. Not that it was any use to say that, since she wouldn’t believe him.
“I told myself all that in the hospital, you know, when I was trying to figure out which of you I was going to choose…” She shook her head. “I didn’t care. I couldn’t get myself to. I understand what you meant when you said that now.”
For a moment, Frank almost wished she didn’t. But no, he told himself, she was like him and Matt both, and the sooner the both of them accepted that, the easier this all would be. Even though that, too, would cause them pain, to know what Karen was doing to herself.
Not long after that, when he was on his back between soft silk and soft skin, Karen pressing kisses to his chin, his neck, his collarbone as she rode him, her body moving so easily beneath his hands, Frank knew every moment with her was worth all the pain to come.