DDBA: into the fire -smut-

DDBA: into the fire -smut-

Matt and Hayley were now lying on the mattress,  sweaty bodies entangled in a warm embrace. His hand was lost in her thick black mane, and his lips were pecking her forehead with soft kisses. Her left hand was mindlessly and absently stroking his chest, and she nuzzled the crook of his neck. Matt was happy that they managed to have a serious conversation. It had been a while since he had a heart-to-heart with someone, and the man without fears realized that it brought him some peace of mind. He could be himself with Hayley, without judgment or anguish. He could enjoy a peaceful moment in a place he knew was safe from the AVTF and Fisk's other goons. Here, in this room, there was nothing but the soft and steady heartbeat of the beautiful woman by his side. 

"Matt.... I want you to see me." -He nearly choked upon hearing her words, and before he could crack some wise words at her, she quickly added- "I mean, with your hands. I know that you have to touch things to see them. I wanted you to touch my face, so you could see me."

"Why?" -Not one to object to such a request, Matt shifted on the bed so he could tilt his head towards her and give her space to move her head at ease.  He then gently brought his hand to her belly-

"I used to belong to the H.A.N.D ever since I was born. No one has really seen me, and I want to be remembered as who I was. I want to have someone on this Earth who can say that they know me and can talk about me when I am long gone." - She was hopeful, and he could tell by the heartbeats that she was being sincere-

"Lee... I'm sorry that sounded really sad." -He gently slid his hand from her belly to her heart. He felt her take a deep breath, and she swallowed a lump-

"You can't blame me for never having had a life, can you?" She chuckled and placed her hand on top of his. He did not move; instead, he waited for her to bring his hand to her face- "I don't intend to die, Matt. I want you to remember me, please."

"Of course." -She closed her eyes and brought his large hand to her cheek.-

Matt cupped her cheek and felt her chest heave up and down. He picked up the sound of her swallowing hard, but his touch was gentle, certain, and precise. His fingers delicately traced the soft lines of her cheeks. She had a lovely round face, with high cheekbones and soft skin. He let his fingertips explore her plump lips,  trace the lines of her large nose that suited her face, and finally slid his fingers into her thick, coily mane. Her hair was soft, thick, and long. She did not move an inch from where she was, and he felt it. So he cupped her cheek and stroked it with his thumb. 

He then gently shifted on the bed and leaned on his arm. Her blue eyes stared at his face, in search of a hint of disgust or disappointment, and found none. Matt smiled at her and then pressed his lips to hers in a soft kiss. She moaned into the kiss and closed her eyes. His kiss was electric, sending shivers down her spine. She let her hand run through his hair and held a fistful of his hair. He groaned into her touch and kissed her with renewed intensity. He rolled on top of her, and she welcomed him between her legs.  His kisses became even more feverish, and his hips started to grind into her. It elicited a moan from the woman who wrapped her arms around his shoulders. 

"Wait.... Wait, Matt... Before we go off the rails and lose focus on what I requested, can you finish what you started?" -She silently thought to herself that she wanted to hear his thoughts about her face. Why did she make such a big deal of it? She did not know, but she wanted them to go through with it before they gave in to their lust-

"Right.... Right... I'm sorry. I got carried away. I could not resist your beautiful face."

"Beau---Beautiful?" -She repeated with a hint of disbelief in her voice.=

Matt lifted a brow, surprised by her sudden shyness. Did she not know how beautiful her features were? Matt's fingers helped him portray her in his mind. Her features were delicate, definitely African as well. Her face was soft, her features were round, soft, and he found himself stroking her plump lips.  He positively hummed and rubbed his nose against her face.

"Yes. You're beautiful, Hayley. I love your soft features, your nose especially. It's so lovely and curvy. I love your plump lips, your coily hair, your soft skin..." -He interspersed his words with kisses and resumed grinding against her.-

The delicious friction between their legs was sending shivers down her spine. She was feeling desire stir up in her loins. She hugged him and buried her face in the crook of his neck while she pressed kisses to her forehead.  He groaned, feeling his cock twitch and the growing desire to be inside her strangle him. Matt and Hayley both panted, but he stubbornly kept humping her until she gave him more space to manoeuvre. He groaned louder and slightly pulled away from her so he could grab his length and rub his tip against her entrance.  She licked her bottom lip upon feeling his tip rub harder against her wet slit. She wanted more.  He slowly pushed his cock past her folds. It made her wince a little and yank her head back. Oh, that brush felt good. She cooed and knitted her brows harder as the urge to feel more of him became stronger. Matt pushed until half of his length was inside her before he pulled away and pushed back in, creating a soft but steady friction between them.  She cursed under her breath and closed her eyes while her fingers sank into his strong shoulders.

"Matt... Haaaan... You feel so good."

"Christ, Lee.... You're so wet for me."

She was. She welcomed him so easily inside her that  Matt groaned at the delicious friction between them. He grabbed one of her thighs and leaned on his arm to support his body while he pounded into her. She moaned and closed her eyes and stroked the back of his head and his shoulders. They fell into a steady pace, where they both moved at the same pace and with the same passion. He could not help but want more of Hayley, more of her heat, more of her wetness, more of her passionate cries. He wanted to feel her and lose himself in the moment, in her. 

"Matt.... Haaaan.... Matt..." -She cried out, sinking her nails into the hard skin of his shoulders- 

"Yes! Nnnghhh... Yes! Lee... Christ!" -He groaned louder and pressed a kiss to her lips-

Matt then slowly got on his knees with both hands holding onto her waist. He lifted her hips up to take her deeper, and she brought her fingers to her mouth. She bit them, hard, in an attempt to muffle her sounds with more or less success. She sank her head into her pillow and rolled her eyes deep into her skull as he was hitting the right spots inside her. The sound of skin slapping against skin became louder, and their bodies slowly worked up some sweat. Fuck! It felt good. Matt felt good inside her. She was so wet, so hot, that the delicious friction between their legs drove her over the edge.

"Matt.... I'm gonna... I'm gonna.."

"Don't hold it. Cum for me... Lee..." -He groaned and went harder on her.

She came undone without a warning, fingers digging harder into his arms while she shut her eyes tightly. He felt it, and not so long after, Matt followed and reached his climax as well. He released her legs and fell on top of her. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pressed a kiss to his temple.  He then rolled off her and lay on his back. Matt was catching his breath; his chest heaved up and down at a fast pace as he was regaining his composure. She took a deep breath and turned her head to the side so she could have a good look at his face. He was handsome, and she noticed her heart beating faster. Her cheeks were darkened and felt like they were burning from blushing so hard. Matt lifted one hand to grab the pillow, 

"Thank you, Matt." -He turned his head towards her and smiled at her.- "For touching my face." - She closed the distance between them and  leaned her head against his shoulder-

"You asked so nicely, how could I say no to such an adorable voice like yours?" -He grinned- "Besides, it was something I would have done for myself. I wanted to know what you looked like. I wanted to memorize every line, every crease, and every curve of your face. You are gorgeous, Hayley, and I love your face. I love how warm and soft you are. I love the way your hair feels on my fingers, and I love the way you laugh. You have a beautiful voice I love to listen to, and a very warm laugh too. You smell like Jasmine, and I have to say, it's a scent I really can't get out of my head."

"Careful, Mr. Murdock. If I did not know any better, I would have thought you were in love with me."

She grinned and wrapped her arm around his waist. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and kept her pressed to his chest. He smiled but decided not to add fuel to the fire. Yes, he still had feelings for Heather, but he could not deny his growing affection for Hayley.  It wasn't love, not yet, but he definitely wanted to keep seeing her. Matt's ears and cheeks blushed, and he was grateful for their position that made it impossible for her to see him blush. She buried her face against his chest and whispered. 

"It feels good to hear such beautiful words said about me. It feels even better to know that someone would remember me no matter what comes after." -Her tone became somber as she was thinking about her next action. 

Matt knew that she was eager to put an end to the AVTF. He was practically certain she wanted to kill Officer Powell, and he wanted to stop her from trying this stunt. She claimed she wanted to turn over a new leaf, and so far, she had not killed anyone. Her anger towards that violent man was such that Matt could feel her murderous intent.  He furrowed his brows. 

"Are you still trying to get Officer Powell?"

"He has to be stopped." -She furrowed her brows.- "At first, I wanted to bring him to justice, but then...I decided that he needed something more radical."

"We can't become the judge, jury, and executioner, Hayley. You have to trust the system."

"The same system that was bought by Fisk?" She pulled away and propped herself on her elbow.

"We have to believe that people would want a better life than the one Fisk is offering. People are angry, and they are no longer buying his lies." -He propped himself on his elbow as well-

"Are you serious, Matt? Do you honestly think that Officer Powerll would not escape retribution for his crimes? I hate him for everything he's done to our people, but also to his former girlfriend. You should have seen her at the shelter. She was bruised and battered. I took her to the hospital, and the poor thing barely survived that night. I promised her that this scumbag would never set foot in the shelter ever again. I intend to keep my word, Matt."

"And you can keep that promise without killing the man. Lee... You told me that you escaped the H.A.N.D because you wanted something different. You wanted to have a different life. Killing that man would only bring you back to when you were a foot soldier for the H.A.N.D."

"And do you think that he would stop terrorizing people the way he's doing right now? What has your mercy accomplished for this city?  You let Fisk live, and he's now terrorizing the city. You let Bullseye live, and he kept terrorizing the city.  Mercy is only going to cause more misery." -She furrowed her brows and then sat on the bed. 

"I understand why you lost faith in the system. I can understand why you lost faith in people. Mercy is an act of faith and an act of absolution. Lee... This is not for them. They had their chances, and they rejected them. This is for you. This is for me." -He cupped her cheek and gently stroked it with his thumb.-

"Do you really believe I could be redeemed? After all I did, the lives I took..."

"Yes. I believe that. We can be redeemed, but we have to extend grace to others, including ourselves. I know you want to kill Officer Powell, but I implore you to consider doing it the right way. Not because I am right, but because we have to try. We have to keep faith.  Alright?"

He felt her hot tears fall on his hand and wiped them off her face. She nodded her agreement and leaned her forehead against his. Marc knew that it would require a lot of determination from the woman and that turning over a new leaf would be a strong struggle. He comforted her with a warm hug and a renewed desire to help her. To see her. To care for her.

-TBC-