Secrets
"I'm the Goddess of Hell's Kitchen. I'm Athena." she pushed out, continuously bouncing her leg up and down as she watched him for a response. She watched as his smile seemed to falter ever so slightly, and his empty hazel eyes were bouncing back and forth almost as if he was connecting mental dots.
"Matty say something please," she pleaded, pulling her hand away from his. His eyes flickered to her face as he gripped her hand tighter, not wanting to let go of her in any way.
"It all makes sense now," he whispered, almost too quietly for the human ear to remotely pick up. Scrunching her face up in confusion, she once again tried to pull away to give herself some space. "The bullet wound, the cuts, the flirting. I should have known it was you by the way you flirted! But I was so stupid and so caught up in-" he cut himself off as his breath seemed to catch in his throat.
Moving his hand away from hers, he slowly brought it up to her shoulder, his fingers ghosting over the spot where he had dug a bullet out of her no more than what felt like a week ago but was more on the five week mark.
"I...I let you get shot?" Tears freely flowed from his honey eyes, his bottom lip jutting out ever so slightly as he thought back to that fateful day. How she had screamed in pain when he was cleaning it, and how she had screamed harder when he had to dig it out. He could still hear her muffled whines and cries as clearly as he did on that day.
"I...and I wasn't there for you when..." he sniffed and tried to clear his throat, his bottom lip quivering with each word that fell from them. "If I hadn't gotten to you in time, I would have lost you. Sage... I almost lost you."
Sage swallowed thickly; she had been so damn selfish to let him think that her injuries were his fault, when in reality it was her own reckless doing. She hadn't paid close enough attention to her surroundings, and she was paying the price for it.
Standing up, she wrapped her arms around him, allowing him to burying himself within her embrace as he shook with uncontrollable sobs. A few tears escaped her own eyes, her heart thrumming inside her chest as her biggest fears had almost come through if Devil hadn't found her.
"Matty I...how can I make it up to you?" she whispered, running her hands through his hair as his cries finally began to subside. Matt was quiet, thinking as his bloodshot eyes bounced back and forth. Shaking his head, he took her hand and stood as well.
"No it's okay, Flower. But a deal's a deal. I have to tell you my own secret." he sniffed, using the sleeve of his sweatshirt to wipe his nose and eyes once more. She could tell he was hesitant as well; this was something big for him just as hers was.
"I guess we're more than just partners in the law because I'm the Devil of Hell's Kitchen." Sage's jaw dropped; all the times he had kneeled before her, calling her a Goddess and showing her just how smitten he was for her. All the times he had saved her due to his heightened senses and-
"Wait... you're the...I have so many questions." Her mind swam with a million questions, possibilities and scenarios. Does this mean that he's been able to spy on her? And for how long?
"I might be blind, darling, but the accident caused my other senses to be heightened. Like," he paused, his head tilting to the side ever so slightly. "You used organic eggs in the pancakes this morning. And you chew your lips a lot, especially when you're concentrating on something. Every morning you do the same thing, you listen to the same music and walk the same path throughout your apartment, as well as call me at the same time every single day. And me telling you all of this is making your heart race with both anxiety and in anticipation for what I'm going to say next."
She couldn't believe it; there was no way that her blind lawyer friend was also the Devil of Hell's Kitchen, her partner in crime in more ways than one. She thought back to the night she had gotten shot, how he had cared for her and made sure she was okay as he dug the bullet out of her. She remembered how his hand had intertwined with hers as a way of comfort, and she had felt so much love in that moment.
"Matt I..."
"Have questions? Figured." he laughed lightly, standing and gathering the now cold plates of forgotten pancakes and making his way to the kitchen.
"How do you see? What do you see?" she asked, watching as he navigated her apartment with ease.
Taking a deep breath, he set the plates on the counter and allowed the countertop to hold his weight. "I see a world on fire." Making his way back around the counter, he sat down and took her hands in his. " I see flames everywhere, engulfing everyone and everything I love."
"How do you fight?" She watched as his thumbs dragged over her knuckles with ease, something he had done a million times before. She wanted to be shocked, repulshed even that he had kept this from her, but she couldn't be.
"After dad died, I was taken to an orphanage, where I met this older guy who went by Stick. He taught me to fight, to use my enhanced senses for good, and well this is where it's gotten me," he pushed out a dry laugh, not once letting go of her hands.
"So does this mean you can catch things thrown at you? I've seen it happen once or twice while we fight. Once with a brick and another time you-" Her thoughts were cut off as he held her head in his hands, his thumb once more stroking the high point of her cheek.
"Sage I...all jokes aside I uh," his confidence faltered slightly, his smirk falling from his lips. "I want to...I wanna take care of you. Help you heal."
Her heart dropped within her chest, part of her wished he was about to confess something more to her, after the secrets that were just shared and all the dots that had been connected, she was certain she would finally hear him say the three little words she had only dreamed of.
"It's still early, we could probably make it to work if you're alright enough to get dressed."
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His rough hands wrapped around her throat, barely cutting off her air flow, but just enough to make her heart flutter as he kissed her with fever. Arousal pooled between her legs as a moan erupted from his throat.
Sliding his hand down to the base of her neck, he pushed her onto to her back and crawling on top of her. His suit seeming to restrict his movements as he all but tore his jacket off. Breaking the kiss, he pulled his dress shirt apart, buttons breaking and hitting the wall as threw the now ruined shirt to the floor.
"Take it off, Flower." he demanded, his hands grabbing at her flowy white top. Quickly pulling it off, She flipped them over and sat on top of him, allowing him to pull her into his lap as he worked at her bra.
"Just the most beautiful woman," he grumbled against her bare skin, his lips latching onto her neck, biting lightly. "Such a good girl for me."
"Matt," she whined, feeling the way his suit pants restricted his-
"Sage, Sage wake up!" Her eyes flew open as she startled awake, her heart pounding out of her chest as she tried to gather her surroundings. Looking up, she was meet with a worried Matt, his hands on her shoulders.
"W-what happened? What time is it?" she slurred, still half asleep and confused as to what was happening. She noticed that he was shirtless, his pajama pants hanging low on his hips, just like in her dream.
Clearing her throat, she quickly groaned and pulled her covers up to her head, not wanting him to know that she was checking him out. She couldn't help it, his hips were cut into a perfect V, and his abs that were-
"Were you having another nightmare?" he whispered. Groaning again, she tried to go back to sleep, wanting nothing more than to continue her dream. She wanted to see how Dream Matt would dominate her, how he would command her to not come until he gave her permission.
"Are you doing okay?" he asked again, concerned for her sudden mood shift.
"Matt, you woke me up out of the sweetest dream. Now I love-" she cut herself off, not wanting to fully out herself.
"You love what, Flower?" He teased, pulling her onto her back and leaning over her. He had a smirk to his lips as he moved his hand to be near her head, almost blocking her and not allowing her to leave or roll back over.
"Come on Flower, finish your sentence. What do you love?" His voice was low, lower than normal as he crawled onto the bed next to her. He was going to make her break. "Is it me?"
His lips were an inch from hers, taunting her to capture him in a hungry kiss that she so desperately wanted. She could feel his other hand drawing patterns across her bare arm, her tank top doing nothing to create a barrier between them.
"Matt," she whimpered out, picking her head up to meet his lips. Pulling away, Matt clicked his tongue as he dropped next to her in bed, putting all his weight on his elbow.
"Tell me what you love, Sage." The use of her name sent shutters down her spine. His warm hand cupped her cheek, once again pulling her face close to his, his breath fanning over her lips as arousal pooled between her legs.
"You."
"Good Girl."
His grip tightened on her cheek as he pulled her closer to him, capturing her lips in a heated kiss. A muffled moan escaped her throat as he wrapped his hand around her hip, pulling her whole body closer to his as she was slow in pushing him onto his back.
Straddling his lap, she ground her clothed core against him, relishing in the actual feeling of the way his pajama pants restricted his hardened dick. A growl left his throat as his hands flew to her hips, stilling her movements.
Seeing her chance, she tore her tank top off and brought his hand up to her back. In one swift movement, her bra fell down her shoulders and was quickly discarded to the floor.
"You do not get to tease me like this Flower. That's my job." Smirking, she continued to grind against him, enjoying the way he squirmed beneath her and how his fingers began to dig into her hips.
Flipping them across the bed, he pinned her hands above her head. "What did I just say, Sage?" he grumbled, smirking as his other hand moved to her thigh, squeezing a few times before Sage nodded, whining for him to continue to touch her.
"Use your words, Goddess."
"Please, Matt. Touch me."
Smiling into their kiss, his hand moved across her thigh, dragging upwards and stopping just short of her core, before he drug it back to the top of her thigh and across her stomach. He began to memorize every part of her body, every nook and cranny, every scar and every wound. He wanted to know every part of her.
Hooking his finger in the band of her satin green shorts, he gave a short tug, waiting for her approval. Nodding against his lips, Matt pulled her shorts down her legs, leaving her now in just her lace panties.
Allowing her to kick her shorts off, he dragged his hand back up her leg, his finger ghosting over her core. He smiled as her panties gave way to just how wet she was for him. "Oh, you're so wet for me already." he boasted, applying just enough pressure to earn a whine from her.
"Listen to me Flower," he growled, peppering kisses across her neck and down to her chest, his left hand still holding her arms above her head. "You aren't going to come until I say so. Understand?"
"Yes."
"Yes what?" His tone shocked her, but she had dreamed about this for years.
"Yes Devil."
"Good Girl." Hooking his finger in the band of her panties, he pulled them off slowly, relishing in feeling her move to try and get them off quicker, and how she whined as she craved him more and more with each passing second.
Capturing her lips in another hungry kiss, his fingers were quick in finding her clit, as if he had done this a million times before, circling the sensitive bud and listening as she came undone beneath him. Her moans and whines like music to his ears.
Dipping his finger between her folds, he groaned into their kiss, before allowing his finger to collect her juices, coming dangerously close to her entrance. A whine left her lips as he felt her trying to shift down, trying to take him in.
"How bad do you want me Flower?"
"More than I need air." Quickly shedding his pajama bottoms and boxers, he let out a groan as his swollen tip grazed her folds. He needed her more than anything he has ever needed.
Slowing pushing himself in, the pair both let out long and raspy groans, Sage shaking slightly at the length as he bottomed out in her. Her hands reached for anything to grip into, but he wouldn't allow her as his fingers intertwined with hers.
Slowly pulling out, Sage's eyes rolled to the back of her head, she already felt overstimulated by the size of him, but feeling all of him was about to send her fully over the edge. All of his praises and the groans of pleasure that were leaving his bruised lips were almost enough to make her see God.
"God, you're doing such a good job," he praised, picking up the pace a bit, the sound of their bodies filling the room. Sage whined as the grip on his hand tightened, her body tightening at his praise.
He thrusted into her twice more, a scream about to erupt from her throat as he was pushing her closer to the edge, before he stilled inside of her and grabbed her face in his hand. "I said, you can't come until I say so. Remember Flower?"
Sage whined as her body calmed down from it's high. Getting another praise from Matt, he thrust in and out of her once more, every inch of him pleasing her more and more as he would pull almost all the way out before driving back into her.
She loved the feeling of him, how he was putty within her hands as he bit down on the side of her neck, sucking just enough to for sure leave a mark. Just the thought of him marking her turned her on more, more than she had ever been in a long time.
"Matt please, I need to come. I'm so close." she whined in his ear. Matt groaned at her plea, his dick twitching slightly as he continued to thrust in and out of her, enjoying the feeling of her nails starting to dig into the back of his hand.
"Not yet Flower. Just hold on a little more for me," he grunted, kissing up her neck before kissing her once more. Sliding his free hand between them, his thumb circled her clit. Moaning into the kiss, Sage felt herself coming undone, she couldn't hold on any longer.
"That's it Sage, come undone for me. Come." His growled permission pushed ehr over the edge, a scream tearing from her throat as her orgasm consumed her body. Continuing to thrust, Matt tried his best to hold out on his own, hearing how much pleasuring he was giving her and feeling the way her walls pulsed against his already aching cock.
"Matthew! Fuck Matthew please!" Her screams were quickly replaced by her pleas for more as her orgasm began to subside. Thrusting harder and faster, he circled her clit faster as her hands found their way out of his grip and to his shoulders, grasping onto his muscles for better support.
"Fuck Sage," he grunted, stilling inside her as his own orgasm washed over him. Pulling out, Matt sat on his heels for a few seconds, listening as Sage's heart rate slowed down and her breathing began to even out.
"You did so good taking me Flower. But don't go to bed quite yet." he whispered in her ear, kissing her cheek before slowly getting off the bed, making sure so as not to disturb her too much. Making way to the bathroom, he quickly cleaned himself off, using one to wipe the sweat from his body and another to make sure his dick was cleaned as well. Throwing those into her hamper, he grabbed a third one and ran it under some warm water before walking back into the bedroom.
"This might be a bit cold, darling." he mumbled, dragging the wash cloth across her body in efforts to clean her up. Hissing at the sudden contact, Sage quickly relished in the cool feeling as her body craved for more once he was done.
Throwing the cloth to the corner of the room, He grabbed her comforter and pulled up to her shoulders, tucking her in as she curled up within herself.
"Matt, stay please," she whispered. Sliding his boxers on, he didn't hesitate to crawl into bed next to her for a second time. Rolling over, she curled up in his embraced as sleep was quickly consuming her mind.
"Goodnight Matty, I love you."