35 reader and matt Murdock :))))
35: “Why’re you dressed like that?” - “Does that mean it looks good, or should I change?”
(Side note: I’m only ten episodes into Daredevil, so bear with me!) (P.S. Also, sorry if this is terrible?? I feel like I’m really only pretending to be a writer at this point lmao)
“Hey, I’m here!”
You knew Matt had probably heard you coming before you’d even set sight on his door, but you still felt the need to call out to him as you let yourself into his apartment. Maybe it was more courtesy than necessity but, in spite of the fact that he’d given you a key a few weeks ago, you still didn’t quite feel comfortable just walking in unannounced.
“Be out in a minute!” His voice came from his bedroom, and for a moment you considered just joining him in there. The two of you had planned on just spending the night in with your laptop, watching (well, you watching and him listening to) your favorite Netflix show, and ordering pizza from around the block. But now that you were here, spending the night in bed seemed like a much more appealing alternative.
Before you could decide, Matt emerged from his room, looking dapper in a black suit. You cocked an eyebrow at him, momentarily forgetting that he couldn’t see you.
“Why are you dressed like that?” You asked, perching carefully on the arm of the couch. Glancing down at yourself, you almost laughed out loud at the stark contrast between your outfits, you being clad in sweatpants and an old t-shirt and him looking like he just stepped off the cover of a magazine.
“Does that mean it looks good, or should I change? If I’m telling the truth, I’m never really sure if I match or not,” Matt replied, his lips quirking up somewhere between a smile and a smirk. You snorted, reaching out for him as he made his way towards you.
“No, trust me, you look good,” you said, pulling him in for a quick kiss when he got close enough. “But I currently look homeless. I thought we were hanging out here tonight?”
“Plans can change. Tonight I want to take my girlfriend out and show the whole city how beautiful she is.”
“I could literally have a dragon’s head and sloth arms, and you would never know,” you teased. He laughed at this, placing his hands on either side of your neck and leaning in to kiss you gently.
“Come on, dragon lady,” he quipped as he pulled away. “Your red dress is still hanging in my closet from the last time…” Trailing off, you both took a moment to remember the last night you wore that dress, and how eager he was to take it off of you at 3 AM when he’d finally gotten you home.
“You sure you don’t wanna just stay here?” You whispered, tugging at the lapels on his suit jacket. He groaned, pressing his forehead to yours; his eyes heavy-lidded as you ran your fingers down his chest, stopping when you neared his hips. “Hmm?” You hummed, prompting him to answer.
“Okay, your idea is better. Bedroom?” You grinned at the strain in his voice, already pushing past him before he reached the end of his sentence. He was following you before you even responded back.