Playing House: Moving In

[notjustaface]

It's not the best digs they've had, it's a small one-bedroom apartment in the middle of Montreal, but compared to where they've been staying it may as well be the Vegas Hilton. But, it's theirs.

For a whole month, it belongs to them to come and go as they please and make a life for themselves. A life that Face hopes might just be enough to convince Hannibal that running maybe isn't the best idea.

After a day of shopping every thrift shop and half the department stores in town, they managed to pull together some basic living necessities that Face was taking great care to bring up from the curb while Murdock put it all away.

"Last box, baby..." he says with a wide smirk, locking the door behind them. "This is real."

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[notthatcrazy]

He's about to say something himself, but that warm, almost hesitant look makes the words catch in his throat.

"Take me to bed, babe..."

[notjustaface]

Mmmm... bed. Bed sounds good, despite the view from below.

With another hard swallow, he pulled back - eyelids fluttering with a sedate grace.

"Sure thing, Captain..." He murmured, fixing his shoulder against Murdock's waist as he stood up - easily slinging him over his shoulder with a strong, stable step.

[notthatcrazy]

He kicks his pants away from his ankles as he's lifted, secure as he's carried to the nearby waiting futon.

"That's my man."

[notjustaface]

"You bet your ass I am..." He answers, playfully swatting the bared ass with his free hand. He might be a little out of fighting form, but Murdock's easy enough to carry and knows not to wiggle too much.

Rolling him off his shoulder, Face lets him come down hard on the mattress - the metal frame squealing in protest at the unexpected drop. "It's gonna be a good month."

With nimble hands, he strips off his jeans and sneakers - leaving them in a pile as he climbed onto the bed in his underwear, the black cotton stretched obviously around his arousal.

"A very... very good month."

[notthatcrazy]

"You know it, darlin'."

He slips out of his t-shirt, the only piece of clothing he still has on, before looping his arms comfortably around his lover's neck.

"We're gonna make it awesome."

[notjustaface]

"Mmmhmm..." he murmurs against Murdock's lips, pressing closer against him.

"You're a good influence on me, baby..."

[notthatcrazy]

"I know."

He goes still just for a moment, taking in the fact that they don't have to worry about being heard or getting caught or anything other than just being together. It almost hurts to know that secure feeling is temporary.

"I know," he sighs again.

[notjustaface]

"I love you..." he whispers, digging himself against Murdock's thigh slowly.

Louder, he says it again; "I fucking love you..." He laughs, kissing him hard. It feels so strange to say it out loud, but not to mean it.

[notthatcrazy]

The laugh snaps him out of his momentary funk, and he finds himself smiling back as he reaches for the waistband of Face's briefs.

"Love you too... love bein' here with you."

[notjustaface]

Smiling warmly, he can't stop the steady kisses - moaning low in his throat.

They're doing good, doing the right thing as far as he's concerned. "This is too perfect..." he laughs again, sliding down beside him to press kisses against his shoulder.

"I keep waiting for something to go bad."

[notthatcrazy]

"I know what you mean," he sighs again, squirming at the warm kisses on his skin.

"Tell me it won't?"

[notjustaface]

"It won't..." he murmurs against Murdock's temple, kissing him gently. "Not if I can help it."

He needs this. They need this.

[notthatcrazy]

"I swear..."

He needs to show the boss they can do this. Show each other that they can do it, that there's hope for a future.

"Love you so much."

The words still don't seem like enough, but he'll say them as much as he can anyway.

[notjustaface]

"I know you do, baby..." he rolls closer, stroking his fingers through Murdock's hair before brushing another kiss to his temple and then his lips.

"Show me..." he whispers against his ear.

[notthatcrazy]

He moans softly as he presses a kiss to his neck, hands reaching down to peel away his underwear.

"Tell me what you want."

[notjustaface]

It's easy to slip them off, rocking his hips against Murdock with a soft purr.

"I want you." He wiggles against him, catching his lips for a warm kiss; "Only you. All of you."

[notthatcrazy]

He smiles, pressing in close against him as he reaches in between their bodies to stroke him.

"Gonna have to be a little more specific sweetheart, there's a lot of me to go around."

[notjustaface]

The strong fingers wrapping around him draw out a guttural moan. "Oh god..."

Forcing himself to focus, he murmurs; "We've got all night..." Dinner, not withstanding.

"Just kiss me while we do it."

[notthatcrazy]

"Hmm... you're easy to please."

He pulls himself away from the kisses and the touching just long enough to reach for the bag they'd left next to the bed.

"Gotta make this special."

[notjustaface]

"Only when you're doing the pleasing..." He murmurs with a wild grin, biting his lower lip.

"I've actually been told that I'm rather hard to please."

He stretches up and toward his lover, licking his lips. "But you always make it special."

[notthatcrazy]

He sighs happily at the words. It's cheesy pillow talk, through and through, but that doesn't make it any less sincere or heartwarming.

"That's just 'cause you love me, baby."

And thank god for that.

Eventually, he gives up trying to decide and tosses the whole bag back onto the bed.

"Plenty of stuff there to play with, I think."

[notjustaface]

"Well, I've had time to work on a kit." He laughs, withdrawing a bullet vibrator and turning it on only a second before replacing it in favor of a pair of lined leather cuffs.

"You ever use a pair of these?"

[notthatcrazy]

He shakes his head.

"Never really knew you were into that."

He probably wasn't, he realizes, before they started getting serious.

[notjustaface]

He half-shrugs and quirks an eyebrow.

"I trust you." It's not like being cuffed to a pipe by some warlord. Murdock's not the enemy.

"Might be fun... and I know you'll stop if I ask you to."

[notthatcrazy]

"Yeah, of course... just keep talkin', okay?"

He wants the night to be special for both of them.

He picks up a small piece of silken fabric before tossing the bag aside. "Can I...?"