Why Are You With Me
He gave you the duffel bag before he crawled through the window. You putted the bag down on the coffee table.
He looked around for a moment “It’s worse then I thought.”
You scoffed at his remark “Well excuse you. If you don’t like it, you are free to leave. Don’t let the door hit you on the way out.” you crossed your arms “Unless you’re into that sort of thing.” you quietly mumbled.
“I heard that.” He walked past you, his shoulder brushing against yours as he did.
He walked around the apartment, a smile tugging at his lips until he stopped in front of a drawing that was held on the wall with a paper pin “Did you draw this ?”
You walked over to where he was standing “I did. But I stopped drawing years ago.”
His eyes were fixed on the drawing you once made of a girl, underwater and wired in a glass tank surrounded by scientists. “What made you stop drawing?” he asked as he looked at you.
You shrugged your shoulders “Honestly ? I lost inspiration. There is no story there, I just found other things to do. Do you have any other things that you like to do besides throwing stuff ?” a smile tugging at your lips.
He thought for a moment “Yeah.” he answered shortly.
You waited for him to tell you what it was, and you were getting impatient as he seemed to stay silent.
“Dex, are you gonna tell me what it is?” the impatience in your voice was clear.
“Aren’t you a nosy one.” he raised a brow at you.
You nudged him with your shoulder biting your lip as he looked at you “Please tell me ?”
He leaned closer to you and you felt yourself get that familiar nervous feeling, his hand found its way to the side of your face. You realised he was carefully brushing his fingers over the cut on your head, the one the stapler had left there. He stepped closer and placed a kiss on the side of your head, where the cut was “This.” his voice was husky.
You closed your eyes for a moment “Sorry, I think you need to clarify that a bit more for me.”
You felt his other hand find it’s way on your neck before his lips locked on yours.
The tip of his tongue brushing your lips for a moment, sending shivers through you, and you let him caress your tongue with his.
Your hands finding their way to his abdomen, pulling him closer to you until your chest met his.
The suit did a great job at complimenting his body. When you two worked together in the FBI, Dex wearing his white button-up shirt and jacket, you had an idea of how toned his body was. But the suit was like a red ribbon around a christmas present at this moment.
His breathing got heavier and you let your hand slide over his body before you noticed something.
You pulled back a little, which disappointed him, as you looked down at your hand and saw there was blood on it.
“Dex..” your voice filled with worry and he looked down at your hand.
You took a small step back and noticed there was a tear in the suit.
You gasped a little “You’re bleeding!”
Dex just shook his head a little and chuckled “It’s just a scratch.” he tried to brush it off.
“Are you kidding me right now ? Damnit, Dex. You call that a scratch and it makes me wonder what you call being dead than, ‘naptime’ ?” you tried to see how bad it was.
“That’s what you get when they bring knives to a gunfight.” he tried to lighten the mood but you weren’t having it.
You walked to one of the cupboards and opened it, pulling out a med-kit “I will have to stitch that up, Dex. So you..” you pointed at him “Sit.” you now pointed to the couch.
You looked at him for a moment, realising that that suit was anything but handy to be wearing while being stitched up.
“No, wait. You said you brought other clothes?” you enquired.
“I have. You’re saying you want me out of the suit then?” he smirked mischievously at you.
You hoped you were not turning red now “Pretty much, yeah. But I also think Matt wants that suit back and probably without a lot of bloodstains.”
You threw the duffel bag at him “Bathroom is over there. Call me over if you need any help, alright? And carefull with that wound, Dex.”
“Yes ma'am.” he saluted you as he took the bag to the bathroom.
You rubbed a hand down your face. Dex could be as stubborn as you were. You checked if the med-kit had everything you needed.
After a few minutes you went to the bathroom door and knocked. “Dex?”
“Yeah, Just trying to clean the wound i’ll be-” you heard him groan in pain.
“Just a scratch, uh?” you sarcastically remarked. You heard the door open and took a step back, Dex walked out shirtless while pressing a cloth to the right side of his abdomen where the wound was.
The sarcastic remarks you wanted to make were wiped from your brain and you gulped as you looked at Dex.
He was oblivious at your lingering gaze on his torso, if you were not blushing before, you sure as hell were now.
You turned around quickly and walked to the med-kit on the counter. Checking it’s contents once again while you took control of your thoughts.
He walked to the couch and lowered himself on it carefully “I might have underestimated it.” he told you as he checked the wound again.
“Me too..” you murmured as your eyes lingered on his toned body.
His eyes shot to you “What ?”
“I said, I told you so.” you quickly answered and he rolled his eyes at that.
You took the kit and made your way over to the couch where Dex is sitting to sit next to him.
You kept your eyes on the med-kit, thinking of something to say before he notices something is off.
“(y/n) ?” Dex shifted on the couch. Your eyes met his “Yes?”
He looked at you for a moment before a smile grew on his face and he cleared his throat “Have you done this before ? Stitching someone up.”
“Uhm.. yeah of course I have. It was often unavoidable. I stitched up loads of people.” you blurted out nervously.
He scratched his jaw and let out a chuckle “Did you blush when you stitched them up as well?”
Your eyes snapped away from him and focused on something else, anything else but him.
Damnit, why did he have to notice that ?
“I’ll take that as a 'no’ then.” you knew he was enjoying this by the sound of his voice “ You said the red suit looked good on me ?”
You sighed, wondering when Dex had learned to tease you “I did.”
“Red looks good on you too. Especially on your cheeks.” he said it casually and your eyes shot to him as he leaned back on the couch.
“Do you want me to stitch you up or should I let you bleed out, Dex ?” you smiled at him sweetly.
He snorted “I prefer the former.”
You opened the kit and prepared the needle and thread, a smirk growing on your face as you grabbed the rubbing alcohol.
Dex noticed the look on your face when you took the little bottle out “Don’t even think about it.”
“What, scared Poindexter?” the worried look on his face almost made you laugh “Don’t worry, this won’t hurt much. I promise I won’t torture you.”
He scoffed at that “I guess this is payback for the stapler?”
You nodded “Yep.” and you put some rubbing alcohol on a cloth before you used it on the wound.
He winced as the cloth touched the wound, the sight of him in pain wasn’t something you liked so you put your other hand on his arm with a worried expression “You okay?”
He leaned back again and looked at you “(y/n), Can I ask you something ?” his eyes were soft and you nodded “Why are you here with me?”
His question took you by suprise “ What do you mean, Dex?”
He evaded your questioning eyes “I’m not the easiest person to be around. Murdock, yourfriend, hates my guts..” he traced his palm over his face “I guess what I’m trying to understand is why you are with me.”
You finally understood what he meant, and you placed your hand on his chest.
“Because I saw you, I saw you try so hard everyday, again and again. I saw someone who battled their demons everyday. You did all that and you still became a special agent. And not just any special agent, one of the best. You made me want to be more like you. I thought you were one of those people that walked with their nose in the air, believing they are better then everyone else. But after working with you for a while I saw another side of you. One that was kind, protective, honest and loving. That and your shyness works like a magnet on me. It made me wonder what hid beneath it.”
He shook his head, he was starting to smile "You helping me.. it could cost you your job. After what I did.. there is no way they will take me back. But you still have a chance.”
“I have a plan that might work.” You told him as you focused on stitching him up.
“What’s that?” He looked at you curiously
“Fisk made you wear the suit to frame Daredevil. What if.. we framed one of Fisk’s people. I mean.. nobody knows who was under that mask, Dex.”
He exhaled “That’s a long shot.”
“Maybe. But we can try and I am not going back to the FBI without you, Dex.” You drew the needle through his skin again “I will miss working at the FBI if it fails, but there is something that I love more then my job.”
You cut the thread and covered the wound with a gauze.
He sat up on the couch and you helped him a bit “And what’s that?” his eyes landed on your hand which was on his arm.
You bit your lip, not looking at him as you pondered the question. Finally you looked at him, and you reached your hand out, placing it on his cheek. He looked so vulnerable now. His eyes searching yours for the answer to the question he was afraid of asking out loud. As if the answer could pierce the bubble of happiness he found himself in with you.
“Perhaps the world will come crumbling down on us, but if it does, I’ll always be by your side.” his eyes widened at your words and you continued “What I’m trying to say is.. I love you, Dex."