You say this now, but you're going to really regret my creativity when I start telling you work stories. [Karen has never met a dangerous person that she doesn't think would benefit from having their ass dragged over the coals of public opinion. How she gets there can have a...pretty wide range of options. The bonus to hearing previous work stories is that it's pretty clear she ultimately comes out of them unscathed. It just admittedly paints a pretty realistic picture of how far she's willing to go to get the job done.
On the flip side, she does recognize that keeping that part of her life hidden from people isn't entirely fair. And given how promising this morning has been, how much she's enjoyed their conversations...she wants to be honest with him. For better or for worse.
Thankfully, the way he closes his eyes with a hum of contentment like a lazy cat when she kisses his jaw is distraction enough from that worry. She finds herself smiling against his skin and dropping another kiss there before she lets her head settle again.
His enthusiasm for the bath prompts a quiet chuckle, her hand sliding down to run over his chest and side and back up again.] It hasn't escaped my notice that your very distracting hands are the reason why we're both naked right now. [There's a hint of teasing humor in her voice when she says it. There's several reasons they ended up here, but his hands are certainly on the list. After a beat, she adds on,] no complaints about that, obviously.
I wanna hear all about these work stories. [ He responds without missing a beat; then decides to offer - ] You share one with me, and I'll do the same. And then we can figure out which one of us is worse at staying out of trouble. My bet's on me, but I think it's gonna be close. [ They were definitely in solid competition for who's life was more dangerous, if he had to guess. Their jobs were fairly different, but they shared the same tenacity when it came to pursuing what they were certain of. And he knows how often that can end badly, or end in ways where you scraped by with a story to tell and scars that were either visible or the kind that resided inwardly.
It wasn't always the easiest of conversations to have with another person, especially when they were in the new stages of getting to know one another. But he thinks there's a necessity to it - if he was going to get close to her, and she was going to get close to him; talking about their jobs and the risks they'd both taken and made it out of in one piece was just a part of that. Of sharing what life was really like on a day to day basis.
The way her touch slides lazily across his body is very appealing - as appealing as the way she places another kiss beneath his jaw; and her remark about his hands brings out a warm chuckle in response. ] Is that how we wound up like this? [ He feigns ignorance for a moment, then it's broken by the smile evident in his voice. ] Good, because you're very hard to resist. [ He punctuates the statement by drawing his palm over her shoulder and down the length of her arm, then back up again; content to just be idly memorizing her skin as they relax. ]
Oh, you'll best me on that easily. Just based on the scope of your work alone. And, you know. The whole...pilot without a plane thing. [Still, she can see the offer for what it is. Karen knows she has a hard time sharing the more dangerous aspects of her life with other people. Solely out of the desire to try to keep them safe. But she can see the shape of how it could be helpful. She likes him. She can tell he likes her. And with the work they both do, there's really no way forward with those mutual feelings if they're not honest with each other. So after a moment, she tacks on, contemplative,] give me a minute to think of something.
[And she will. She just has to figure out...what, exactly. It feels too early to lay all the shit about Fisk at his feet. But if he can process some aspects of the other cases they've worked on, she thinks that could be worthwhile.
She's smiling to herself as she feels the way his hand runs along her arm.] You're not exactly easy to resist either, you know. Pretty sure you could have charmed my pants off without having to get your distracting hands involved at all. [Which is, admittedly, a pretty tempting idea.
There's a thoughtful quiet for a few minutes and she just enjoys the opportunity to feel his hands on her skin, to relish the warmth of his skin under her fingers. And then she stretches like a cat against him, shifting so she's laying on her stomach next to him, propped up on one elbow. She takes his hand in hers, lifting it so she can kiss his knuckles.] Okay, I've got one.
We were trying to get the last piece of evidence on this guy so we could put him away. He was a real piece of work, you know - smuggling, embezzlement, bribery and coercion. He covered his tracks really well. So I, uh, pretended I was a new neighbor moving in across the street from the duplex his family still lives in. Dad, grandma, a couple of nephews. I was over there trying to get a feel for if it was a family business or if I could get anything out of them and he just waltzed right into the living room. He clocked me straight away, and you know how when like - the vibe in the room just turns? So I blurted out that he was cheating on his wife with me and he got me pregnant. [Karen is a terrible liar, but scared covers up for a lot of tells. Her tone is a little amused, a little self-deprecating.]
All hell broke loose. Dad's yelling, grandma's wailing on him with a spatula, the nephews are yelling and I just...ran out the back door. [It's clear from the look on her face that she recognizes that it could have gone so much worse than that.]
That does give me an edge in the competition, yeah. [ Flying through the air in just a suit was probably, to most normal individuals, completely insane as a concept. The scar tissue along his chest and shoulder are usually hidden by his clothing, but represented a visual, daily reminder on his part of the cost of what he does. The cost of what making the wrong call could lead to. He's still getting used to it, but it's a good reminder - a sobering one. Which he needs, sometimes.
He makes a sound of acknowledgement to let her know to take her time thinking of something, and when she comments on him potentially being able to charm her clothes off without using his hands there's an immediate smirk as he thinks of the potential there. ] Sounds like a fun challenge. [ To say the least.
His hands continue mapping out her skin while they fall into comfortable silence; and when she shifts onto her stomach he moves so he's laying on his side facing her, propped up by his elbow. His gaze softens when she lifts his hand to kiss his knuckles, smiling at her fondly as she begins to share the details of the story.
His eyes widen when she mentions the lie she'd blurted out - and he drops his face into his hand as an immediate laugh erupts from his chest. He's trying not to interrupt her though, as he's very invested in where this story ends, so he manages to mouth 'sorry' real quick and listens intently as she continues. There's an amused smile on his face throughout, and it stretches wider as he can picture the scene perfectly in his head - a family thrown into arguing chaos, all while she's making a break for the back door. ]
You were thinking on your feet. [ He's chuckling as he says it, and it's hard not to - but it's clear from the way his expression settles that he finds it impressive as well. ] That's probably the best thing you could've done in that kind of situation. Diversions are a great tactic. [ It's an incredibly amusing story, but he's not unaware of the fact that it could have just as easily ended up going really bad. ] I'm really glad you made it out of that one. [ He reaches out to touch her face gently, fingertips tracing along her cheekbone, pausing for a moment as the follow up question pops into his mind. ] Wait, so did you end up with any evidence you could use against him?
[Both the flying and the kind of jobs he ends up on. He has to consider things like international waters and which countries have treaties with each other. It's a lot to juggle when making snap decisions. It doesn't devalue the work that people like she and Matt do. But she can recognize and appreciate the fact that they're operating on different scales.
When she sees the smirk she can't help but laugh, lifting her arm so she can jokingly shield his mouth with her hand for a moment.] Put that away. I'm going to jump you if you keep looking at me like that. [It's a playfully delivered warning, but there's a spark of mischief in her eyes that seems to say 'I'll do it.' It's not like she can get any more naked. It doesn't leave her with a lot of options if he decides to take that challenge.
As she starts to outline the story for him, she's glad she started with one that's relatively funny. Things don't always end with the bad guy getting lambasted by a little old lady with a deadly spatula. When he apologizes for laughing, she just smiles and lets one shoulder lift into a half shrug. As if to point out that she knows it's objectively at least a little funny.]
Usually I just blurt out the truth. [She has to admit that. Because she's never been afraid to stand up to someone, even and sometimes especially when they seem like they're trying to be the biggest badass on the block. But something about that five foot nothing grandma just made her realize that diversion would be the best way to get out of there with minimal collateral damage. His follow up question is met with a nod.] Yeah, I think the whole, uh, getting humbled by a kitchen utensil thing kind of shook him. He was sloppy for about a week after that and I was able to get some pictures of him doing a hand off. It was enough to get the warrants going. [That one had definitely been a win. He'd had some serious designs on taking over a significant portion of the drug trade in the city.
A little smile is lingering on her lips as she watches him quietly for a moment. It feels almost - weird to be able to talk about this with someone else. Someone she's interested in. Weird, but nice. After a moment, she tacks on.] Your turn.
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On the flip side, she does recognize that keeping that part of her life hidden from people isn't entirely fair. And given how promising this morning has been, how much she's enjoyed their conversations...she wants to be honest with him. For better or for worse.
Thankfully, the way he closes his eyes with a hum of contentment like a lazy cat when she kisses his jaw is distraction enough from that worry. She finds herself smiling against his skin and dropping another kiss there before she lets her head settle again.
His enthusiasm for the bath prompts a quiet chuckle, her hand sliding down to run over his chest and side and back up again.] It hasn't escaped my notice that your very distracting hands are the reason why we're both naked right now. [There's a hint of teasing humor in her voice when she says it. There's several reasons they ended up here, but his hands are certainly on the list. After a beat, she adds on,] no complaints about that, obviously.
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It wasn't always the easiest of conversations to have with another person, especially when they were in the new stages of getting to know one another. But he thinks there's a necessity to it - if he was going to get close to her, and she was going to get close to him; talking about their jobs and the risks they'd both taken and made it out of in one piece was just a part of that. Of sharing what life was really like on a day to day basis.
The way her touch slides lazily across his body is very appealing - as appealing as the way she places another kiss beneath his jaw; and her remark about his hands brings out a warm chuckle in response. ] Is that how we wound up like this? [ He feigns ignorance for a moment, then it's broken by the smile evident in his voice. ] Good, because you're very hard to resist. [ He punctuates the statement by drawing his palm over her shoulder and down the length of her arm, then back up again; content to just be idly memorizing her skin as they relax. ]
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[And she will. She just has to figure out...what, exactly. It feels too early to lay all the shit about Fisk at his feet. But if he can process some aspects of the other cases they've worked on, she thinks that could be worthwhile.
She's smiling to herself as she feels the way his hand runs along her arm.] You're not exactly easy to resist either, you know. Pretty sure you could have charmed my pants off without having to get your distracting hands involved at all. [Which is, admittedly, a pretty tempting idea.
There's a thoughtful quiet for a few minutes and she just enjoys the opportunity to feel his hands on her skin, to relish the warmth of his skin under her fingers. And then she stretches like a cat against him, shifting so she's laying on her stomach next to him, propped up on one elbow. She takes his hand in hers, lifting it so she can kiss his knuckles.] Okay, I've got one.
We were trying to get the last piece of evidence on this guy so we could put him away. He was a real piece of work, you know - smuggling, embezzlement, bribery and coercion. He covered his tracks really well. So I, uh, pretended I was a new neighbor moving in across the street from the duplex his family still lives in. Dad, grandma, a couple of nephews. I was over there trying to get a feel for if it was a family business or if I could get anything out of them and he just waltzed right into the living room. He clocked me straight away, and you know how when like - the vibe in the room just turns? So I blurted out that he was cheating on his wife with me and he got me pregnant. [Karen is a terrible liar, but scared covers up for a lot of tells. Her tone is a little amused, a little self-deprecating.]
All hell broke loose. Dad's yelling, grandma's wailing on him with a spatula, the nephews are yelling and I just...ran out the back door. [It's clear from the look on her face that she recognizes that it could have gone so much worse than that.]
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He makes a sound of acknowledgement to let her know to take her time thinking of something, and when she comments on him potentially being able to charm her clothes off without using his hands there's an immediate smirk as he thinks of the potential there. ] Sounds like a fun challenge. [ To say the least.
His hands continue mapping out her skin while they fall into comfortable silence; and when she shifts onto her stomach he moves so he's laying on his side facing her, propped up by his elbow. His gaze softens when she lifts his hand to kiss his knuckles, smiling at her fondly as she begins to share the details of the story.
His eyes widen when she mentions the lie she'd blurted out - and he drops his face into his hand as an immediate laugh erupts from his chest. He's trying not to interrupt her though, as he's very invested in where this story ends, so he manages to mouth 'sorry' real quick and listens intently as she continues. There's an amused smile on his face throughout, and it stretches wider as he can picture the scene perfectly in his head - a family thrown into arguing chaos, all while she's making a break for the back door. ]
You were thinking on your feet. [ He's chuckling as he says it, and it's hard not to - but it's clear from the way his expression settles that he finds it impressive as well. ] That's probably the best thing you could've done in that kind of situation. Diversions are a great tactic. [ It's an incredibly amusing story, but he's not unaware of the fact that it could have just as easily ended up going really bad. ] I'm really glad you made it out of that one. [ He reaches out to touch her face gently, fingertips tracing along her cheekbone, pausing for a moment as the follow up question pops into his mind. ] Wait, so did you end up with any evidence you could use against him?
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When she sees the smirk she can't help but laugh, lifting her arm so she can jokingly shield his mouth with her hand for a moment.] Put that away. I'm going to jump you if you keep looking at me like that. [It's a playfully delivered warning, but there's a spark of mischief in her eyes that seems to say 'I'll do it.' It's not like she can get any more naked. It doesn't leave her with a lot of options if he decides to take that challenge.
As she starts to outline the story for him, she's glad she started with one that's relatively funny. Things don't always end with the bad guy getting lambasted by a little old lady with a deadly spatula. When he apologizes for laughing, she just smiles and lets one shoulder lift into a half shrug. As if to point out that she knows it's objectively at least a little funny.]
Usually I just blurt out the truth. [She has to admit that. Because she's never been afraid to stand up to someone, even and sometimes especially when they seem like they're trying to be the biggest badass on the block. But something about that five foot nothing grandma just made her realize that diversion would be the best way to get out of there with minimal collateral damage. His follow up question is met with a nod.] Yeah, I think the whole, uh, getting humbled by a kitchen utensil thing kind of shook him. He was sloppy for about a week after that and I was able to get some pictures of him doing a hand off. It was enough to get the warrants going. [That one had definitely been a win. He'd had some serious designs on taking over a significant portion of the drug trade in the city.
A little smile is lingering on her lips as she watches him quietly for a moment. It feels almost - weird to be able to talk about this with someone else. Someone she's interested in. Weird, but nice. After a moment, she tacks on.] Your turn.