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The evening had taken an interesting turn. And Jessica had found herself intrigued at the possibility of having sex with Matt. He had flirted with her shamelessly. And she had found herself flirting right back. It had definitely...been a while for her. She'd had a lot of other things on her mind.

But one night off from her self-loathing wasn't going to kill her, she supposed. Though she knew he knew she was already there, she knocked anyway. It was the polite thing to do or something.

"I'm here, Murdock."

He supposed he could look into the meaning behind her opting to use manners when dealing with him when she so rarely did with others, but he'd been allowing himself to enjoy the sound of her voice, to let his imagination run a little wild about what a woman like her could do to a guy like him. He might not be able to see the way others did anymore, but he had a vivid imagination. Especially when he caught a whiff of her scent coming up the stairs; whiskey and leather and something expressly feminine that was all her.

She came in and that smell took over his apartment, making Matt adjust a little where he sat on the couch. Still in his work trousers and button up shirt, tie loosened and glasses still on, he did his very best to look as comfortable as he wanted her to think he was. "So's your package, Jones."

Jessica supposed she had a bit of a weak spot for Matt, though she didn't know why. Anything started with her was sure to end in disaster. If the lawyer was smart, he should stay far away from her. She was the kind of damaged that couldn't be fixed. Not really. This was a trainwreck waiting to happen.

And yet, here she was. After the heavy flirting, she had to admit she felt a bit awkward about this. She wasn't sure why. She wasn't normally awkward when it came to this stuff. "I believe you also promised me whiskey." She said, before moving to join him on the couch.

Said whiskey was on the table in front of him, along with two glasses. He leaned forward, reaching for the bottle and uncapping it, sloshing amber liquid into both glasses. He held hers out towards her, feeling a little nervous himself. Matt's imagination had been having a good time, and for a guy who kind of got off a bit on pain and danger, there was something heady about a woman who could possibly break every part of him during sex. "Your drink."

Jessica took the drink from him with a wry smirk. "Rough day?" She asked. Not that she minded him joining her for a drink, no far from it. She just definitely wouldn't want to be a lawyer and put up with the bullshit he did. She put up with enough of it as a Private Investigator. And for some reason, she could never seem to keep a door. Jessica was pretty much always having a rough day. She downed it in one sip, thinking about how the drink was not all she'd come here for.

Brows raised at how quickly that had gone down and he took a sip of his own, then held it out to her. "Not at all. On your end?" Maybe she'd had one. It wouldn't surprise him. She tended to have customers that weren't exactly on the up and up. But it paid her bills and she seemed to enjoy doing what she did, so...

"No more than usual. You know, besides the door. Which is kind of...more of the usual." Jessica mused. Most people didn't take her seriously, and who could blame them? She wasn't exactly a straight-laced Private Investigator. She drank too much and had PTSD and anger issues, but hey no one was perfect. She took the liberty of pouring herself more whiskey.

[OOC: So sorry for the delay on this, I'm training my replacement at work and I haven't had the brain for scene tags]

That left him with his drink still in hand, which he was happy to keep. It was good whiskey, and he liked the soft burn as it settled through his body. He took another small sip, enjoying more than just the way the whiskey made him feel. She smelled good. Some might not think the scent of leather and whiskey could be arousing, but when it wafted around someone like her, it was ambrosia.

He smiled and propped his head up on his hand, arm against the back of the couch as he turned to her. "Need a place to sleep?"

[ooc: No worries at all. Take your time and play when you want to, not because you feel obligated. :)]

"I mean, you having a door is an obvious perk." Jess pointed out. She was kind of surprised he'd offered to let her stay but Matt always was kind of a masochist, a fact that Jessica was quick to point out. At least he didn't seem to be judging her for her drinking or anything else right now. Not that Jessica gave a fuck what anyone else thought. Except, sometimes she did care what he thought but she didn't know why.

"Not sure we'll be doing much sleeping though." She added with a devilish smirk that was evident in her voice. A place to crash was nice, but far from the only reason she'd over. And it hadn't even been only for the whiskey either. And this...was good whiskey, she usually got the cheap kind. It didn't matter much to her. But this was probably top shelf. How sweet.

"No?" He asked, almost innocently. Oh, he knew why he'd invited her over, had been hoping she'd take him up on it. He was clearly attracted to her, and he'd been hoping it was mutual. But... Matt was a moron and thought he had a great sense of humor. So, he teased. "Have a lot to talk about?"

"Oh, I don't think there will be much talking," Jessica said. She set the glass on the table and then moved to straddle him on the couch. "There were a lot of promises made, Murdock. Better make good on them, eh?" Not that she had any problem with making the first move, obviously.

With her, he kind of preferred it. There was shaky ground there and the last thing he wanted was to cross a boundary with her. He'd read her file, of course, and he knew about Kilgrave, but it was the tone she carried when she spoke about him, hollow sometimes and spitting acid another that let him know how deep that damage went. And then there was Hope. So for her, he preferred her to make the first move, if only so he knew entirely that when he slid his hands to her ass to grab her and pull her closer, it was wanted. Welcomed.

He tipped his chin up, smiling at her as she straddled him. "I do try to keep my promises, Ms. Jones. Which one would you like me to keep first?"

Jessica had a lot of trauma. She was trying hard not to let it define her. Oh sure, she drank way more than she should have. But after all she'd been through, it could be a lot worse. Kilgrave had been particularly nasty and sometimes his voice was still in her head. Drinking could drown him out, at least temporarily. And then more recently...what had happened with Trish. Jessica had many causes to drink.

"Shut up and kiss me, Murdock." She said with a smirk as she looked down at him.

"Yes, ma'am." Said with a smile as his hands tightened their grip on her, as he pulled her in even as he lifted his head up a bit to close the distance between them. The first touch was soft, questioning, but the second was firmer. Hungrier. More sure of itself as he let his tongue come out to taste her. She tasted of alcohol, sharp and warm, and he licked into her mouth for more of it.

He sure was a good kisser, Jess had to give him that. And she'd be lying to herself if she said she hadn't thought about kissing him before. Matt was a good-looking guy, even if he could be annoying at times. She kissed him back. It had been a while since she'd been with anyone, or allowed anyone to get close to her like this. Jessica knew she should let people in, but it was safer not to. Still, it couldn't hurt to have some fun.

If she was going to be so agreeable, he was going to keep pressing for more. Sitting like she was on his lap, it'd be impossible for her to miss the fact that he was hard and eager to proceed beyond a little makeout session.

"Well, I can see my package is ready to be opened," Jessica said with a grin. She could definitely tell he was ready to move on from kissing. It had been such a long time since Jessica had really been with anyone like this. She was just as eager to move things along and see what kind of moves Matt might have.

His hands moved up from her ass, up under her shirt and around to the front to gently tease at her breasts over her bra. He felt that spike of arousal through him at the sound of her voice, at her body pressed so warmly over his, he grinned back, kissing at her lower lip. "It's fragile, though. Handle with care."

"Don't worry," Jessica assured him as she kissed him again. "I'll play nice." It was a concern because she had superstrength and he did not. She needed to be very careful with this whole thing. She didn't want to hurt him or anything. Well, not too much anyway. Jessica sat up a bit to lift her shirt up over her head and she tossed it to the side.

He took that as permission to unhook her bra, sliding his hands under it and dragging his thumbs around and over her nipples. Jess had just the right amount of breast; a handful and a little more to play with. He leaned in and took a nipple into his mouth, teeth gentle even as he used them. If he knew she was thinking about being gentle with him, he'd laugh. Matt could handle it rough. It was a little embarrassing how turned on a bossy woman in bed got him.

"Don't do it on my account. I just don't want you to bend it in half. Then I wouldn't be any use to you at all."

She definitely didn't mind him taking off her bra and appreciating her breasts. She knew she was hot. She had issues because of Kilgrave but she wouldn't let those rule her or dictate the rest of her life and how she conducted herself. Matt's hands and his lips on her felt good.

"Oh don't you worry, I have no plans to do that," Jessica said. "But should we maybe move this to your room, Murdock?"

He let out a sigh, breathing softly against her skin as he licked at her nipple, then tipped his head upward. "My room or my bed? Not sure my walls could take the kind of beating you could give them." He wasn't entirely sure he could either, but dear god, he wanted to try.

She looked down at him, before kissing him hungrily again. "You may end up needing a new bed after this, just so you know." She said. Hopefully, that was a good answer to his question. She got up and took his hand, so they could go to the bedroom. She didn't bother picking up her shirt or bra. She didn't care if her clothes ended up scattered around his apartment at this point. "Lead the way, Cowboy."

He rose when she did, erection tenting his pants as he followed after her half-naked self. Her body read hotter to him, and he used his free hand to start undoing his shirt, fingers nimbly moving over the buttons to slide them free until they passed the threshold of his room. Then he tugged her over to his bed, moving to sit on it and pulling her in close so he could kiss at her stomach, his hands then moving to start undoing her jeans. "Bossy."

Did he sound upset? No.

"You like me bossy and we both know it, Murdock," Jessica said, biting a little on her lower lip. She wasn't nervous about almost being naked with him, but it was strange to show her vulnerabilities, even when she was comfortable with someone. And she was pretty comfortable with him right now.

"And I believe you made me a promise," She said with a wicked grin.

Matt/Jess.

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