[She can't ask him to fight, and even if Matt was still in the business of vigilantism, Pyrrha isn't sure she would. Thanos, the Avengers - when they'd first met, he'd certainly impressed upon her the fact that he was not interested in their galactically-sized problems.
Pyrrha can't help the soft chuckle that escapes her at the joke, grip on Matt's hand tightening. She won't deny that she's afraid of what's coming. She's been training everyday, strengthening her aura and her semblance, but what if it isn't enough?]
I promise. And...I will spend as long as I can with you, Matt. [Pyrrha closes her eyes against the swell of emotion, and her thumb brushes over the back of Matt's hand.] I will do my best.
Aren't I always? [She chuckles and aims a gentle kiss at the edge of Matt's mouth. Only time will tell.]
[ His own eyes drop closed once more, a layer of pretense to it when she kisses him, softly. When he responds, he's not exactly as gentle, pent up emotions rearing up through him as he angles their lips for a full-blown kiss, fingers gripping the side of her face a fraction tighter before he relaxes his hold again.
He knows she's careful, and well trained, and meant to fight. He knows all of it, but it doesn't make it any easier, to accept his own decision, to know he won't be there to help her should she need him to. But he has to stick to his own guns, and not let himself get embroiled into something so, so much bigger than the fights he's been fighting before. He'd be useless to Pyrrha.
He pulls away after a long moment, his lips sticking to hers for an instant as he breathes against them, the tip of his nose brushing hers. ]
[She doesn't want to hurt him, but Pyrrha certainly isn't going to deny a more forceful kiss to Matt. She tips her head into it, teeth nipping at Matt's bottom lip. She lets her other hand press against Matt's neck, against his pressure point, allowing her to feel his pulse in his veins.
Pyrrha wishes it didn't have to be this way. Wishes, perhaps, that they'd met under better circumstances, normal circumstances. But then, under normal circumstances, they never would have met at all. Out of anything this experience has had to offer, meeting Matt was undoubtedly the best part.
Pyrrha smiles gently, feeling Matt's breath against her lips, the tingle of the kiss lingering for a moment.]
I would love to.
[Better now, while she still can. It's possible when she leaves...it could be the last time she ever sees him. Pyrrha leans in to slot their mouths together again, tongue tracing the bow of Matt's lip.]
[ For a time, for a night, maybe two, they can pretend, maybe, pretend that none of this is happening, that Pyrrha is here to be with him and not to try and save the world. For a time, they can both pretend that this, and the two of them, are the most important things to focus on right now, and they don't need to think about anything else.
For a time, for a night, maybe two, Matt wants Pyrrha to be his, and him to be hers, and nothing else. It's an impossibility, of course, but Matt is happy to pretend it's the truth anyway.
It might be the very last time, the very last night, two nights. He knows this and so does she - it's probably why she's even here at all. It's a goodbye, of sorts.
His fingers tiptoe around her face, just taking angles and curves and the softness of her skin. He remembers the shape of her body, the strength of her hidden behind so much soft, unmarred skin, the sounds she makes in pleasure, and it makes him let out a choked off sound, his thumb brushing her cheekbone. ]
[Pyrrha has never been good at deception, least of all to herself. Her emotions are an open book, and she trusts too easily - she trusted Ozpin, when he sent her here, and she trusts the Avengers, to win. Hopefully her trust is not misplaced. In the moment, however, Matt is the most important thing - he's alive, and her joy and relief over that fact has not yet waned. She'd love to share it with him and yes - maybe pretend for a little while.
Pyrrha presses her cheek into Matt's palm, her own fingers curling in the hair at the back of Matt's neck. If this is goodbye, Pyrrha wants to make sure Matt remembers, to stick herself in his memory the way he was irrevocably stuck in her's. Out of the two of them, he'd be the one to carry on, if it came to that.]
Then keep me. [Pyrrha turned her head, kissing Matt's thumb.] For as long as you can.
[ Letting out a shuddering breath, Matt leans in again, kissing her like his life depends on it - and in some small ways, it feels like it does. He's going to keep her, in his memories and in his heart. Even when she goes back to Remnant, he'll keep a part of Pyrrha here with him, just like she'll keep some part of him with her, wherever she goes.
His free arm curls around her waist, his other hand sliding into her hair, grabbing a fistful of it, not tugging, just holding her to him, a silent way of saying, here, I'm keeping you. ]
[Pyrrha has never experienced such a fervent kiss, but she returns it in kind, memorizing the feeling of Matt’s lips moving against her’s. When such a person enters your life and changes it so completely - she feels like a part of her heart, she’ll leave with Matt, and she doesn’t want it back. She’d rather he kept it, even if it’s somewhat bittersweet.
Pyrrha hums against Matt’s mouth, teeth grazing his bottom lip when he curls his fingers into long fiery locks. Ask and thou shalt receive. She shifts, sliding onto Matt’s lap, bracketing him in against the couch with her thighs. She’s careful to hold her own bodyweight, not wanting to induce any pain while Matt was still recovering from the collapsed building, but it brings them closer, one of her hands settling over Matt’s heart.]
[ A soft groan escapes him when Pyrrha moves to straddle him, his head tilting up to hers. He'd like to stay as close as possible but he knows he's still recovering, muscles aching and skin tender. But none of it is as tender as his heart, breaking open for Pyrrha right now, allowing her in, in a way he doesn't allow many people.
His free hand slides to her hip, holding on as their lips part, their tongue touch, groans mingling in the heat of their mouths. When he pulls back, it's reluctant, only moving back a fraction as he keeps breathing against her lips. ]
[Matt does not have an aura - at least, not one that Pyrrha can recognize - but if he did she is absolutely certain it would be beautiful. Instead, she'll have to know him another way, and her free hand runs through Matt's hair, nails dragging gently along his scalp. They're embracing each other fully, a luxury Pyrrha doesn't have with many people - and Matt, even less so.
Pyrrha inhales a soft, shuddering breath when Matt pulls back, noses brushing. She smiles, letting her palm lay flat, over his heart. A steady thump-thump that almost feels like a battle drum.]
Only if it will not aggravate your injuries. [She steals another soft kiss from the corner of Matt's mouth.]
[ The smile on his lips is soft, gentle. His fingers trace the places and angles of her face, committing her to memory some more, an image that might not quite measure up to reality, but the best he can get. ]
I'm not fragile, Pyrrha. You won't injure me further, and I - [ He takes a deep breath, his heart beating a little erratically, which is not usual for him, and another proof of how much she affects him. ] - I want you.
[Sometimes Pyrrha wonders what Matt's mental picture of her is. She knows, once, she tried to describe the color of her hair, because he was curious - it's so long, never cut, only trimmed. A warrior tradition that's always been in the Nikos family. But she wonders, sometimes, what Matt's version of her looks like.]
No, not fragile. But you are recovering. [She smiles fondly, a slight shake of her head that lets her hair fall over her shoulder. Matt did have a tendency to bite off more than he could chew, but she leans in and kisses him again anyway, humming softly at the irregularity of his heart under her hand.] And I want you. [For as long as she could have him.]
[Pyrrha let her hands and mouth wander - her hands, the to hem of Matt's hoodie, her mouth, to the pulse of his neck.]
[ In his head, she is fiery. A halo of red around her silhouette that belies how gentle she is, inside. Callused fingers and big, bright eyes. Armor parts that hide soft curves, fitting right under his hands. He knows the angles of her face and can imagine the blush on her cheeks when they kiss, feeling the heat under his fingertips.
In his head, she is the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. And he's pretty sure if he could see, that wouldn't change.
He moves into her kiss, one hand slipping into her hair for a second, feeling silky strands against his fingers, before he pulls back, lifting his arms for her to take his hoodie off. ]
[Pyrrha curls her fingers in the fabric, which seems unexpectedly soft for such a simple item of clothing as a hoodie. She's careful with it, rolling it up in furls under her thumb as she lifts it off his chest and up, over his head. Her mouth follows the movement in the opposite direction, down Matt's neck to the dip of his collarbone.]
Mine. [The word is a soft whisper, fingers wandering, tracing over criss-crossing lines on Matt's chest. She spares a moment to lift her circlet from her head, letting her hair fall down in waves.
She stands, then, slides off Matt's lap and offers her hands, cheeks flushed and eyes bright. Perhaps, not everything was as it should be, but it was as close as they were going to get and Pyrrha would make the most of it.] Bed?
again sorry for the delay and also hapy new year <3
[ Matt would take every and any moment with Pyrrha he could get. This, or just sitting together, breathing the same air, sharing the same space. Just a few more moments to be alive together, to be making the most of the chance they have to be in the same world. It all feels fleeting, and it is, which is why it feels even more, her fingers in his skin, her mouth on his neck. He breathes harshly, swallowing down a noise when she pulls away. ]
Yes. [ He says, emphatically, hands grabbing hers with no hesitation whatsoever, seeing the shape of Pyrrha as clear as he can see anything.
It's cold in his apartment, so Matt pulls Pyrrha close, tugging on her hand before wrapping a hand around her waist, looking for all he's worth like he can see, himself. He walks them towards his bedroom, reaching out for another kiss, wanting the taste of her on his tongue. ]
no problem, school roundhouse kicked me in the teeth. Happy New Year!!
[She doesn't want to consider whether or not these heartbeats between them are limited. This, the gentle touches, the simple companionship - it's what carried her through her mission, to come back here. Being a real, out and about Huntress is far more difficult than Pyrrha had quite accepted, but now her cause was not so nebulous. Instead, she carried it right there, in her heart.
Pyrrha grins, genuine joy threatening to overtake her completely. Just - the giddiness that Matt was alive, battered but not broken - it carried her through, relief still majorly at the forefront. She squeezes his hand, falling into step next to Matt as they make their way into his bedroom. Her other hand wanders, tracing the edge of his jaw as he leans down to kiss her. If anything, the intensity is ramping as she finishes guiding them to Matt's bed.
Pyrrha pulls Matt on top of her, taking the brunt of the fall. Funny how it almost seems like a tactical move she's stolen from partnered battling, but it works, so hey. She chases his lips again, tongue darting out to sample that strange, sweet-spice she's come to associate with Matt and Matt alone.]
A welcome back like this, perhaps I should go off-world more often.
[ They tumble into his bed, Pyrrha guiding him to it, letting him touch her, letting him kiss her, like it's the last time. As soon as they're lying in bed, Pyrrha on top of him, there's a sudden urgency to his movements. Now, his hands grab more than caress, his kisses more intent. His legs spread around hers, a sigh on the tip of his tongue when she pulls away. ]
Or you could stay, and we could do this more than once every few months...
Ah, but then you wouldn't miss me. [Pyrrha runs her fingers through Matt's hair, taking in how long it's gotten since he's been holed up on his own. She kind of likes it, although clean-cut lawyer still suits him very well.] I hear that's the best part.
[She kisses him again, one hand reaching down to bundle up the hem of his t-shirt. It's the first time she'll see the damage the building had done, in full effect, and not the last time she'll wish her aura was strong enough to help him. As she carefully pulls his shirt up, her gauntlets unlock themselves - bits of her armor begin to disengage and drift to line up neatly next to the bed.]
[ He hums, fingertips creating her shape for him. ] I'd like to miss you a little less.
[ It's absolutely sincere, the words soft and genuine, and it shows in the way he responds to her kiss, too, a little intense, a hand moving up to cradle her face. He can hear the noises of her armor, and he still doesn't understand how it works because he can't see it in action, but he knows that soon she's be left with the scraps of protective underwear she wears underneath.
His stomach clenches as she pulls up his shirt, but he lets her, knowing the map of bruises and scars must be worrying. He breaks the kiss, giving her a little smile. ]
Only a little? [Pyrrha breathes her response against Matt's lips before they're kissing again, his bottom lip caught snugly between her's. She tries to pour every emotion she has into it, wanting Matt to understand.
Next comes the chestplate, laces and fastenings opening on their own, and Pyrrha's left in the loose, gold undershirt she wears, and her skirt. Matt's shirt comes up and off, and she has to break the kiss to pull it over his head - ] Oh.
[Her gasp is quiet, but given how close they are, she's sure it sounds loud (not to mention, well, super hearing).] How can it look worse? [Pyrrha's fingers skim the bruises and fresh scars, unendingly gentle as she moves along the planes of Matt's chest. To be fair, it's quite possible she's never seen such...total injury.] You are...so much more than you know, Matt.
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Pyrrha can't help the soft chuckle that escapes her at the joke, grip on Matt's hand tightening. She won't deny that she's afraid of what's coming. She's been training everyday, strengthening her aura and her semblance, but what if it isn't enough?]
I promise. And...I will spend as long as I can with you, Matt. [Pyrrha closes her eyes against the swell of emotion, and her thumb brushes over the back of Matt's hand.] I will do my best.
Aren't I always? [She chuckles and aims a gentle kiss at the edge of Matt's mouth. Only time will tell.]
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He knows she's careful, and well trained, and meant to fight. He knows all of it, but it doesn't make it any easier, to accept his own decision, to know he won't be there to help her should she need him to. But he has to stick to his own guns, and not let himself get embroiled into something so, so much bigger than the fights he's been fighting before. He'd be useless to Pyrrha.
He pulls away after a long moment, his lips sticking to hers for an instant as he breathes against them, the tip of his nose brushing hers. ]
Will you stay tonight?
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Pyrrha wishes it didn't have to be this way. Wishes, perhaps, that they'd met under better circumstances, normal circumstances. But then, under normal circumstances, they never would have met at all. Out of anything this experience has had to offer, meeting Matt was undoubtedly the best part.
Pyrrha smiles gently, feeling Matt's breath against her lips, the tingle of the kiss lingering for a moment.]
I would love to.
[Better now, while she still can. It's possible when she leaves...it could be the last time she ever sees him. Pyrrha leans in to slot their mouths together again, tongue tracing the bow of Matt's lip.]
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For a time, for a night, maybe two, Matt wants Pyrrha to be his, and him to be hers, and nothing else. It's an impossibility, of course, but Matt is happy to pretend it's the truth anyway.
It might be the very last time, the very last night, two nights. He knows this and so does she - it's probably why she's even here at all. It's a goodbye, of sorts.
His fingers tiptoe around her face, just taking angles and curves and the softness of her skin. He remembers the shape of her body, the strength of her hidden behind so much soft, unmarred skin, the sounds she makes in pleasure, and it makes him let out a choked off sound, his thumb brushing her cheekbone. ]
I wish I could just keep you here.
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Pyrrha presses her cheek into Matt's palm, her own fingers curling in the hair at the back of Matt's neck. If this is goodbye, Pyrrha wants to make sure Matt remembers, to stick herself in his memory the way he was irrevocably stuck in her's. Out of the two of them, he'd be the one to carry on, if it came to that.]
Then keep me. [Pyrrha turned her head, kissing Matt's thumb.] For as long as you can.
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His free arm curls around her waist, his other hand sliding into her hair, grabbing a fistful of it, not tugging, just holding her to him, a silent way of saying, here, I'm keeping you. ]
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Pyrrha hums against Matt’s mouth, teeth grazing his bottom lip when he curls his fingers into long fiery locks. Ask and thou shalt receive. She shifts, sliding onto Matt’s lap, bracketing him in against the couch with her thighs. She’s careful to hold her own bodyweight, not wanting to induce any pain while Matt was still recovering from the collapsed building, but it brings them closer, one of her hands settling over Matt’s heart.]
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His free hand slides to her hip, holding on as their lips part, their tongue touch, groans mingling in the heat of their mouths. When he pulls back, it's reluctant, only moving back a fraction as he keeps breathing against her lips. ]
Should we - move to the bedroom?
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Pyrrha inhales a soft, shuddering breath when Matt pulls back, noses brushing. She smiles, letting her palm lay flat, over his heart. A steady thump-thump that almost feels like a battle drum.]
Only if it will not aggravate your injuries. [She steals another soft kiss from the corner of Matt's mouth.]
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I'm not fragile, Pyrrha. You won't injure me further, and I - [ He takes a deep breath, his heart beating a little erratically, which is not usual for him, and another proof of how much she affects him. ] - I want you.
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No, not fragile. But you are recovering. [She smiles fondly, a slight shake of her head that lets her hair fall over her shoulder. Matt did have a tendency to bite off more than he could chew, but she leans in and kisses him again anyway, humming softly at the irregularity of his heart under her hand.] And I want you. [For as long as she could have him.]
[Pyrrha let her hands and mouth wander - her hands, the to hem of Matt's hoodie, her mouth, to the pulse of his neck.]
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In his head, she is the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. And he's pretty sure if he could see, that wouldn't change.
He moves into her kiss, one hand slipping into her hair for a second, feeling silky strands against his fingers, before he pulls back, lifting his arms for her to take his hoodie off. ]
I'm yours.
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Mine. [The word is a soft whisper, fingers wandering, tracing over criss-crossing lines on Matt's chest. She spares a moment to lift her circlet from her head, letting her hair fall down in waves.
She stands, then, slides off Matt's lap and offers her hands, cheeks flushed and eyes bright. Perhaps, not everything was as it should be, but it was as close as they were going to get and Pyrrha would make the most of it.] Bed?
again sorry for the delay and also hapy new year <3
Yes. [ He says, emphatically, hands grabbing hers with no hesitation whatsoever, seeing the shape of Pyrrha as clear as he can see anything.
It's cold in his apartment, so Matt pulls Pyrrha close, tugging on her hand before wrapping a hand around her waist, looking for all he's worth like he can see, himself. He walks them towards his bedroom, reaching out for another kiss, wanting the taste of her on his tongue. ]
no problem, school roundhouse kicked me in the teeth. Happy New Year!!
Pyrrha grins, genuine joy threatening to overtake her completely. Just - the giddiness that Matt was alive, battered but not broken - it carried her through, relief still majorly at the forefront. She squeezes his hand, falling into step next to Matt as they make their way into his bedroom. Her other hand wanders, tracing the edge of his jaw as he leans down to kiss her. If anything, the intensity is ramping as she finishes guiding them to Matt's bed.
Pyrrha pulls Matt on top of her, taking the brunt of the fall. Funny how it almost seems like a tactical move she's stolen from partnered battling, but it works, so hey. She chases his lips again, tongue darting out to sample that strange, sweet-spice she's come to associate with Matt and Matt alone.]
A welcome back like this, perhaps I should go off-world more often.
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Or you could stay, and we could do this more than once every few months...
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[She kisses him again, one hand reaching down to bundle up the hem of his t-shirt. It's the first time she'll see the damage the building had done, in full effect, and not the last time she'll wish her aura was strong enough to help him. As she carefully pulls his shirt up, her gauntlets unlock themselves - bits of her armor begin to disengage and drift to line up neatly next to the bed.]
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[ It's absolutely sincere, the words soft and genuine, and it shows in the way he responds to her kiss, too, a little intense, a hand moving up to cradle her face. He can hear the noises of her armor, and he still doesn't understand how it works because he can't see it in action, but he knows that soon she's be left with the scraps of protective underwear she wears underneath.
His stomach clenches as she pulls up his shirt, but he lets her, knowing the map of bruises and scars must be worrying. He breaks the kiss, giving her a little smile. ]
It looks worse than it feels.
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Next comes the chestplate, laces and fastenings opening on their own, and Pyrrha's left in the loose, gold undershirt she wears, and her skirt. Matt's shirt comes up and off, and she has to break the kiss to pull it over his head - ] Oh.
[Her gasp is quiet, but given how close they are, she's sure it sounds loud (not to mention, well, super hearing).] How can it look worse? [Pyrrha's fingers skim the bruises and fresh scars, unendingly gentle as she moves along the planes of Matt's chest. To be fair, it's quite possible she's never seen such...total injury.] You are...so much more than you know, Matt.