It is so rare for Elektra's mind to quiet for even a moment without her ninja tricks. She falls into sync with him the way she hasn't with anyone since Matt. There's no dread in the pit of her stomach for once. This isn't going to end with Frank judging her as it always does with Matt. She's free to enjoy the moment without him trying to force shame onto her for being a dirty murderer at the end of this. They're the same.

Heat courses through her body as they grind against each other leaving her wanting- needing more. The question only adds to it; her flesh pimpling at the sensation of hot air against her ear. "Please." Her voice is huskier in return, her Grecian accent slipping out into her English as well. One of her hands trails down to the back of his neck. Her fingernails dig into the soft flesh there as her breathing grows more heavy in anticipation.