6289/Black Sky: In the Morning Light

Black Sky: In the Morning Light
Date of Scene:	26 January 2019
Location:	New York City
Synopsis:	Waking up after their reuinion Matt and Elektra discuss the past and future.
Cast of Characters:	Daredevil, Elektra
Tinyplot:	Black Sky

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Daredevil has posed:
The night was done and dawn was breaking when sleep had finally claimed Matt, with Elektra by his side.

So, when he woke, slowly letting his senses in, he could tell by the heat from the windows, or lack of it, given it was still January, and the sounds of the city the morning was almost done. Not the first time he'd slept until noon in recent memory, but he'd never slept that well until tonight.

Making a contented noise, he turns over, letting his senses reach out for Elektra, calling softly through a yawn. "Elektra, are you awake?"

Elektra has posed:
Elektra didn't rightly sleep. Not so much as others did, but she did enter a state that approximated it. It was really difficult to explain, and was as close to sleep as the word would suffice. Still, it didn't take much stirring from Matthew beside her for Elektra to alert, and though her eyes were closed, she already knew he was awake from the moment he drifted from that twilight state of almost awake into fully awake.

"I wasn't," she sighs softly, letting her lips drift over a smile long before her eyes open - a measure of her trust for the man at her side. "You should be."

Or not. It was noon after all. She doubted he made a practice of sleeping in. Like him, she could tell by the subtle changes in sound, and the way light played across her closed eyes, that it was late. Certainly much later than she formerly would have allowed herself to dawdle in bed.

Today, though, it didn't seem like such a decadent luxury as the right thing to do.

Daredevil has posed:
Matt leans over her nestled against her back. "So you're saying it's my fault?" he asks her, kissing her cheek. "I think I can live with that." He rolls onto his back then. Considering his body, he was sore from last night's battle, and tired enough he could have slept the day away, but still he says, "I am fine," and means it. "Besides, I haven't felt this good in months, why would I want to waste that sleeping?" he asks.

It was true, waking up it felt like a massive weight had been taken off his shoulders. No more war with the Hand, no more worrying if Elektra would come back or not, and if he remembered their talk from last night correctly, soon, no more worries about being a millionaire either, he could go back to being Matt Murdock, down on his luck lawyer by day, vigilante by night. It was a nice feeling, one made better by the fact Elektra was with him, forever long he'd have her, he'd be thankful for that.

"But if you want to sleep, go ahead. I'll try not to disturb you," he says even as he lifts a hand to run a finger along her spine. "It'll be like I'm not even here."

Elektra has posed:
"Mmmm," Elektra makes like she's actually pondering an answer to his question of why would he wish to waste the time sleeping. "I don't know. Perhaps that once we leave the bed, life goes on again, and all the things we didn't have to face last night become real again?"

She could tell he was lighter. Happier. Relieved. It wasn't just in his voice, but in the entire way of his being. After last night, and now this edging into afternoon, he felt like a new man. So many worries taken from him - beyond the fact that Elektra was in his life again, seemingly for real this time, and permanently.

"Why would I want to sleep when you're awake and I can spend time with you?" There's a light laugh as she rolls onto her back and opens her eyes, regarding the ceiling of his room. "What do we do now?"

Daredevil has posed:
"Hmm, you make a good point," Matt says with a lazy smile. "Maybe we should stay in bed awhile longer. The world's had us long enough."

Happiness felt unfamiliar, it had been a goal for so long that it look strange when he finally saw it up close. Was this what other people felt? He wondered, no dragging weight of loss and sadness, just joy when they were happy. Honestly he didn't know how people lived with it, but he was willing to learn.

"Exactly my thought," Matt said about spending his time with Elektra. As to what they should do... "Well, I have some ideas but they don't involve getting out of bed," he says with a chuckle. "But I suppose we could get up and spend the day together, grab coffee, steal that car... you know, the usual."

Elektra has posed:
"Mmmm, bed, or stealing a car. Those are tough choices, Matthew Murdock. I'm afraid I may require you to argue the cases before I make up my mind."

It felt good. He wasn't the only one who felt lighter. Happier. Happiness, it should be noted, wasn't an emotion Elektra had experienced much of at all. Snatches here and there in her childhood, and then rarely until she had met him, and even those were stolen moments.

And then this. Even with the weight of knowing what the future would hold in store - that she would always be a perpetual target - Elektra felt the freedom of it all, and pleasure in this moment of being with him.

"I know a coffee shop," she tells him. "A small out of the way place where they make sandwiches. It was cold. I remember that. I was just sealed a deal.. contracts, I think. Contracts for the Hugo building.. Things were all coming together and I stopped for coffee."

She's describing the day she met Darcy as it happens, though she hasn't remembered that yet. She will, though.

"Maybe there." Pleased, she rolls and curls herself against his side, an arm draped over him, head nestled in the crook of where shoulder and arm meet chest of him. "Maybe steal a car on the way back. A pitcher of beer and lousy wings later tonight. Mmm.. get my lawyer to start the process of dealing with the estate. You are still happy with that outcome? The money was yours after all."

Daredevil has posed:
Matt laughs when she mentions arguing the case for both. "Heh, do I even remember how to argue a case, I haven't been a lawyer in a bit," it had been months, the war had taken all of his time. "Besides, I have to admit a conflict of interest, I really, really, hope we stay in bed." Then he makes his argument for that, cupping her face in his hands and kissing her long and slow, before pulling away again. "I hope that's slightly more enticing than auto theft."

"Think you can find it?' he asks about the coffee shop. "And if you want to go by the Hugo Building..." he offers, he knew it held a special spot in her heart, though as she nuzzles against him that thought falls by the wayside. The question about the money is met with a nod. "Foggy is going to kill me, but yeah, I think I should give it back. Though if we can work out something for the firm, that'd be great," he says before remembering. "Oh, and a little to pay Melvin, I might have ordered a couple of suits while you were away." And by suits he didn't mean the sort he wore to court.

Elektra has posed:
"Clearly you have not stolen enough cars in your lifetime," Elektra deadpans, joking with him about the virtues of that over staying in bed. The kiss is a memory of the night before, and all things said without words. "Maybe a little while longer in bed."

"I think I remember where it is," she tells him, trying to make her memories settle on the location of the place. Glimpses of streets and scenery filtering through her mind in snippets that she can *just about* place, but not quite. "It was a small place. Something Shakespearian? In a neighbourhood. It was quiet. I think Darcy goes there. I took her table."

That she remembers suddenly quite clearly, even if she wasn't sure Darcy was a regular there. The way the SHIELD paper pusher was, Darcy very well could have merely claimed it was her usual table to meet the woman sitting there. Though as she thinks that, Elektra also remembers the indignation. "Darcy goes there."

"And we can make whatever arrangements you need. It was always more money than I needed. It was boring. So much of everything and not enough. All I really wanted was peace." Her fingers play along his chest. "Suits. I hope they're worth what I'm going to be paying for them?"

Daredevil has posed:
"Is that a surprise?" Matt asks gamely. "Like I said, it's been awhile since I've been in a court room but, I think the law frowns on driving while under the influence of blindness," he says, also car theft, but that was neither here nor there. "Sounds good to me," he says when his 'argument' wins a them awhile longer in bed.

The talk about the coffee shop is listened to idly, though the Shakespearean name rings a bell, "It's not Mercutio's is it?" he asks. He remembered the place, warm with steam and smelling of coffee and cinnamon, the two owners with kindly voices. "If so I've been there, and Darcy too huh? Good spot."

As to the money and the suits, "Then we'll work it out," he says about the money. "I'll model them for you and let you be the judge," Matt jokes warmly. "And if you need one for youself, he's definitely the guy to see."

The touch on his chest feels good. "Keep that up and we're not going to be going for coffee," he teases not at all sounding disapointed by that option.

Elektra has posed:
"Is that a threat?" Elektra queries of the matter of her keeping that up and the consequences. She pretends to consider stopping, letting her fingers, and their touch, slow down to even lazier circles of contemplation. "I'd really hate to have to argue with you about such things. And coffee really did sound good.."

Not that she's stopped doing what she was doing.

"Mercutio's. Yes. That's the place." The name bring back a flood of memories, not only of the place itself, but the tiny neighbourhood it was nestled in, and how the surrounding trees had looked that day in their fall colours, with the dull, drab sky scowling behind them. "A suit for me? That might be interesting. As for being the judge, who else would you ask?"

Daredevil has posed:
Matt smirks, "Take it how you want," he counters idly noticing she hadn't stopped doing what she'd been doing. Not that he was upset about any of that. "It does, but I figure," he lifts her finger from his chest to kiss the tip. "There's time for coffee later."

"Good spot," Matt says though it brought up memories he didn't really want to intrude on this moment. "What? Jessica doesn't have an eye for fashion?" he teases, when she asks who else he'd ask about his costumes. Though that question too linked back to those memories. "I should probably tell you something," he says still holding ont her hand. "After you were gone, and you left me the money, I was swarmed by socialite crowd, looking for dates, so a friend of mine, Kate Bishop and I worked out a deal, we'd pretend to date for the cameras, and I'd get the ladies off my back and her father would get off hers. There were some society page stories about it, just wanted you to hear it from me and not think I just moved on that quickly."

Elektra has posed:
There's a murmured laugh as her finger is kissed. "Success." Because, after all, if you're going to play games with a lawyer, you may as well make them as good as he is.

"Jessica. Shes the one who drinks. Not the one who yells." She thinks. Claire, she knows, yells. She can't quite place Claire's face, but the name is linked irrevocably to scolding and yelling. Not that she can place Jessica's face, either - not quite; not yet - but she can picture hands, and tumblers at a bar. A brash voice..

His confession leaves her quiet for a time before she gives a small shrug. "I don't own you, Matthew. I never have. You are either mine or you aren't. And I was dead." An upturn of her lips is pressed to his chest, and she lays her head back down. If he were sighted, she'd rise and let him see her eyes, but as he isn't, Elektra settles for grabbing his hand and holding it within her own. "I wanted you to be happy, Matthew. You deserved it any way you could find it. You still do. I won't keep you through force or coercion. That isn't the man I want to love me."

She doesn't ask any of the questions another might, like is she nice. Or pretty. Or kind. Or one of us. Or even if she has money - though he did cover that, she imagines, if the girl was a cover to protect him from the ravening socialte hoardes.

What she does ask is, "Does she know about us?"

Daredevil has posed:
Matt grins at her laughter. "I see, that was your plan all along?" he asks her.

"That's her, yeah," Matt says of the description of Jessica. "You met her once or twice I think."

Then there's that quiet, he knew Elektra wasn't the jealous sort, but, the silence left him with doubt. Though her words evaporate them like dew at dawn and leaves him smiling as she kisses his chest. "I appreciate that," he says of her wanting him to be happy. "And I'm happy now. But then, with you gone, it was what I needed." With someone else he might have felt the need to elaborate, explain that nothing physical happened between them besides kissing that they had parted as friends, but not with Elektra, he knew if she cared about any of that she'd ask and he'd tell her.

"She knows," he says. "We talked about you a lot as it turns out. Anyhow, she knows about you and the Hand and that you came back as the Black Sky. She was part of our fight witrh the Hand, she helped get Genus to SHIELD and take down the Yakuza as well."

Elektra has posed:
"Always," Elektra admits of her nefarious plans, though in truth she'd had none other than to be near him.

"Genus. He was.. I made him work for us. Then I sent information to.. to someone. Darcy?" It wasn't Matt. And Genus and Darcy both worked for SHIELD, though Genus less openly. "It was part of taking the Hand down. So many details." She remembers that. All the things she had to line up perfectly and pretend she wasn't in the midst of orchetrating. As it happens, Madame Gao knew, but at the time, Elektra believed herself in the free and clear about it all. Still, most of her plans had worked - for whatever reason.

He was right about Kate, too. Elektra wasn't the sort. If he'd slept with the girl, he'd either tell her or he wouldn't. It didn't change what she, herself, was to the man. It didn't change that she was lying in bed, here with him now. She didn't even ponder whether he might continue such a relationship with her in the future: he would or wouldn't.

And knowing Matthew, he wouldn't, or he'd tell Elektra himself. Elektra, for her part, wasn't worried. It didn't change anything she and Matthew had.

Which might be why it was unlikely to ever happen.

"You did what you needed. We all did what we needed. I needed you alive and well and fighting the Hand. If she gave that to you, it pleases me."

Daredevil has posed:
Matt smiles, it worked out really, his plans were mostly in the same vein right now. Be near her, enjoy her presence.

"That's right, he helped give your information to SHIELD and the US Government to take down their more public operations. It worked by the way, a lot of their fronts and lackeys are gone. Either locked up or tied up in legal red tape."

"We did," Matt says, "And she did help me fight the Hand." Though of that pleasing her he has to smile, brow raising, happy to move on from the current subject. "Is that right?" he asks her. "Anything else I can do to please you?" he asks, taking and kissing that hand again, this time on the palm.

Elektra has posed:
"Then I'm happy, Matthew." He proves to be on the same wavelength, then, as he suggests, with that kiss to her palm that they move on to other pursuits than discussing his lovelife outside of her, or the minutae of what had happened with the Hand while she was dead. There would be time enough for that later.