castigador | ( OPEN ) Frank Castle

"It would help." Elektra agrees with a laugh too soft for most people to pick up on. It does occur to her that it is strange he isn't inviting her. He's been around her long enough now to know overbathing is never an issue for her. If it wouldn't ruin her skin, she'd probably take three baths and a shower a day. Water is one of the few things capable of relaxing her. She debates the merits of actually confronting him on this since it is so small an issue. It doesn't take her long to realize that if she's thinking about it, she may as well come out and say something. Elektra suspects she hates guesswork almost as much as he does when it comes to them.

"May I join you?"

The question takes him aback though it shouldn't surprise him. It wouldn't, if he weren't already trapped in his own thoughts.

"Uh..." His brow furrows and he pulls back from her with a sigh, moving to pull unzip his sweater and pull off his shirt instead of tripping over his words. There's no real way to explain the deep scars now mottling his chest in the distinct shape of his usual skull insignia. For some reason, he feels ashamed of his body's new condition though it hadn't bothered him until this exact moment. He doesn't think she'll reject him based on how he looks - he's already ugly in many ways - it just seems like something she'd frown on or blame him for allowing to happen. Frank drops his clothing carelessly and rolls his shoulders back so she can get a good look.

Her hands fall to her side as she waits. Elektra knows it is going to be bad. While her face is usually a serene mask of perfect indifference when she knows bad news is coming or she leaves one of these houses, Elektra can't hide her unease now. To both their credits it is warranted once he shows her what the damage is.

Elektra steps forward so she can trace the shape carefully with her fingers. She isn't trying to sound deep when she says bodies don't lie. The new scars tell her more than he ever could about what happened during his absence. She hovers over his chest as she studies where exactly the blade went in.

All she sees is self-indulgence, arrogance, and frankly shoddy work towards the bottom half of the skull. Whoever did this was no artist. She can't help thinking she'd have done better if she were sadistic freak. Once the clinical assessment is done, Elektra only feels a burning anger. Who were they to put their hands on what's hers? She knows it's wrong as soon as the thought forms. It's ugly and possessive. She will not be like the men who have hurt her over and over again because they felt entitled to her in some way. It doesn't change how she feels at all. Seeing someone carve into him for their satisfaction deeply bothers her.

(Maybe because she knows exactly how it feels.)

Elektra draws away angrily. Her hands form into fists at her side as she meets his eyes bitterly. "I will not insult you by fighting your battles without being asked to. If they're still alive and I encounter them by chance, I will be taking one of their hands for this. I expect you not to interfere with that." That's all she has to say on it seemingly as she turns on her heel to leave without any thought to where to go or what to do. Her feelings on what happened to him should not be his burden to bear. She rather take it somewhere else.

Frank watches the progression of emotion displayed on her face. She's usually not so easily read, but he can tell this has affected her deeply. If only he knew how she was hurting, maybe he could fix it. Just the prospect of either of them fixing anything is laughable though. He flinches but holds her eye contact, his mouth going dry as he tries to piece together a response. All he can manage is a stilted nod of agreement like he gives a fuck what she does to Zemo on his behalf or otherwise. The guy is pestilence embodied.

Letting her have her space seems like the right move at this point if only because he's already half undressed and doing anything else seems silly now. He picks up his shirts and watches her retreat down the hall, but he has to go the same way so he just awkwardly follows behind her with his clothing clenched in his meat fists.

"I think SHIELD's about the fight that battle, but knowing them there'll be plenty left of him for you." He sounds unconcerned about that, but there's a note of hesitation in his voice reserved just for Elektra's wellbeing. He swallows as he ducks into the bathroom, but consciously leaves the door open so she can make her own choice. He takes off everything on his lower half without ceremony and drops everything in a heap before disappearing into the shower that he turns as hot as it'll go.

She thinks the only thing that makes her feel more foolish than playing hero is being angry with nothing to direct it at. Elektra could leave and find a fight. There's always some drunk who takes things too far who likely deserves to be beaten to a pulp. That would mean leaving him. She's not ready for that.

She could trash their home. Elektra thinks on one of her off days that is precisely what she'd do. This isn't one of them. Elektra is all too aware of how pointless that would be. That just leaves going to him. It doesn't make her feel any brighter but neither does her current state of stomping around the house.

She stomps back in his direction, discarding clothing unceremoniously along the way which is telling in itself. She's usually serial killer neat unless she's half-dead. That will be a concern when she's in a better state of mind. Right now? Elektra takes the invitation for what it is, strolling in naked, only having enough sense to shut the door behind her to seal the heat in. She pulls back the curtain without warning to let herself in.

For all her good intentions, Elektra ends up directing her anger and frustration his way in the end. The first thing she does is grab onto his arms to force him closer to her, gaze heated as she speaks. "Don't let it happen again." She lets the words hang for only a moment before her right hand shoots up behind his head to force his lips against hers. As far as coping strategies go, she's had worse.

He expects her to come in, just maybe not as quickly as she does. The anger too isn't out of place though his own energy is nearly somber in comparison. His hand was resting against the tile, but then she's grabbing him and he falls against her like a ragdoll, anticipating a blow that never comes. Instead is the bite of her lips cushioning the clack of their teeth and a surprised noise catches between them even as he struggles to kiss her back. The hand she released trails down her body, as soft as she was rough in palming her waist. Frank's eyes immediately flutter closed, returning her passion until he physically can't breathe anymore, and only then does he pull back even a fraction of an inch to draw oxygen into his burning lungs.

"Yes, ma'am," he pledges, heart picking up speed as his body reveals its burgeoning interest in her already. It's not like he intended to have it happen the first time, though he really didn't do much to stop it either. He could still blame Matt and Nick for like, 90% of that whole sitch without breaking a sweat. And yet he's trying to put himself in her position, how would he have felt if that happened to her? Devastated. Frank holds her closer and kisses her again, a thorough but delicate move she's welcome to turn violent again if that's what will help. They're both still navigating how to be anything close to resembling people, and somehow only someone as broken as himself could make him want to mend and be better. There's something poetic in that.

She isn't doing much thinking. The only thought driving her is to take as much as she can get and still find a way for more. A more rational thought pushes through the chaos to remind her that very few humans can go without oxygen as long as she can. She stops herself from going in for more and takes the moment to breathe with him.

It's not nearly ragged, highlighting for a fraction of a second that he is just a little more human than her. It's short-lived since something cracks in her chest at his pledge, eyes softening as she looks up at him. The part of her that is human doesn't want to see him suffer needlessly. Foolishly, she thinks, Elektra believes him.

When they come together again, it's more careful on her part. Elektra's eyes flutter shut, letting the hand on the back of his head trail down to his shoulder. She matches his pace this time, exploring his mouth carefully with her tongue as she lets herself be present in the moment. It makes her heart race for a different reason. What they're doing is more terrifying than facing down the Beast or HYDRA. It feels right just like her father once told her it would. She embraces the fear rather than run from it.

Her gentling has his heart picking up speed in his chest too, pressing his face against hers as they kiss, taking time with each other. Frank crowds her against the tile, one massive hand coming up to rest on her jaw. There's not much deep thought happening for him either now and it couldn't feel more freeing. No more terror plots or prison coups to plan. Just being exactly where he wants to be doing exactly what he wants to be. Those moments have been ridiculously far and in between for him in his life, yet the more time he spends with Elektra the more of these moments he manages to have by her side.

"I missed you, too," he finally admits, murmured against her lips as he pulls back just enough to inflict the full brunt of his wet gaze on her under the spray.

It's overwhelming to look up at him after hearing those words. She feels enveloped by him and it isn't inaccurate. Elektra, for once in her life, is small by comparison. She knows she could disappear beneath him easily if only because she has whenever she needed quick cover. This is very different. She isn't letting him close, keeping her back to the wall, to survive. This is about living in a way she's never had a chance to master because something has always gone terribly wrong.

She realizes she doesn't have the words for this. Elektra could ask him to stay, but they've been over that, haven't they? She could remind him he doesn't have to, but he knows that too. Really there's only thing she can think to respond with. "What do you want?" It's a soft ask. Elektra thinks she made her desires pretty clear even if that's debatable. She simply wants them to be together until something goes terribly wrong. His company is enough for her until then. She has to wonder where he stands. What does he hope for? This is a good a time as any to ask.

He doesn't have to think about his answer long, murmuring close to her ear. "To sleep for a year." Frank can't even keep a straight face, he knows she was asking about this - and them. Before he walked out, he thought he made his feelings pretty clear, but it's times like this he realizes he might not be the only one who needs the validation. "Come on, it's you."

The admittance is warm and comes out naturally even as he leans in even closer and brushes their lips again. He presses his smile against her mouth even as his breath hitches at their bodies coming together.

A shiver goes down her spine as the heat from his breath hits her ear. That coupled with his joke both relieves and irritates her. Deep down Elektra does concede the rest is sweet though. It might even make her happy as she feels that smile against her mouth. She still nips at his bottom lip in retaliation before kissing him back properly.

Heat pools in her belly much to her surprise as they come together. She shut down that part of herself so long ago that it's strange to be reminded it still exists. It isn't unwelcome, she thinks, as her hips nudge against his instinctively. She never minded being with the ones she cared for. They are always hard to come by given what she is.

Frank pulls in a sharp breath when she bites his lip, pushing forward more boldly when her hips graze his. It's not a side of himself he often shows either, and hasn't even tried in a long time, but with Elektra it feels natural, maybe because she's already seen every other side of him and still stuck by his side. His lips tremble as he pulls back this time, trying to find the words to capture and tell her what she means to him. But the longer he looks at her the wetter his eyes become and it's got nothing to do with the shower overhead.

He stares at her for a few silent beats, his heart pounding out of his chest, and then he's back against her, kissing and holding desperately like she could disappear any moment.

Her eyes soften at the sight of his lips trembling. She's seen so much of him at this point, but it still feels significant to see this vulnerability. Her hands come up to cup the sides of his face gently as if he's something precious. He is to her if no one else, but maybe that's her line. She thinks she's always been lonelier.

She doesn't feel slighted when there's no great love declaration. His eyes tell her what she needs to know. Elektra is content with that as she catches her breath just in time for him to steal it away again. She's not much of a comforter on the best of days. She presses against Frank firmly to remind him that she is not going anywhere, returning his passion until she has to part for air. Her hands drop to his shoulders, resting her forehead against his as she catches her breath.

He smiles against her lips, melting into every point of contact between their bodies. She may not be practiced at comforting others, but it seems to work just fine on Frank. Maybe he's easy or maybe it's something about her in particular. Based on him being alone all this time since Maria, it's probably safe to bet on the second. One big hand comes up to brace over her throat as the kiss grows more hurried and feverish. His hips catch and drag against hers, meeting her every grind until he's breathless all over again.

"Okay if I pick you up?" It comes out even deeper and gruffer than usual, his arousal thick and easily heard in his voice as he presses it against her ear before nibbling on the lobe while still breathing harshly.

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.

For once, there's no interference from his side either. His big hands blaze a hot trail down both her sides, loosing a soft moan against her lips when Elektra's plea hits his ears over the din of water falling around them. He nods to show he understands what she wants - because it's what they both do - and picks her up with ease, pressing her gently back against the tile as he guides her thighs over his hips. Dark eyes roll back into his head for a moment as he adjusts to this much more intimate arrangement.

"I thought about you... every day," he rumbles before taking her lips in another fierce kiss, blunt nails biting into her skin now as he prepares to join their flesh at last. It feels like something they've been dancing around since forever, and he doesn't think he can wait another minute.

She exhales sharply at the sensation of those rough hands over her ribs. The anticipation has her stomach doing little flips as she adjusts to the new position. Her feet come to lock loosely against his lower back, arms draped over his shoulders as her hands go to play with hair that isn't there anymore. She really ought to kill off those little Nazi foot soldiers just for that.

Frank effectively stops her from slipping into a revenge fantasy with that kiss. Maybe that rumble affects her more than she'd like. It makes her wrestle with the thought that she wanted to be thought of. What a dangerous and sentimental thing.

"Like this?" She breaks away long enough to ask. It's partly to give him a hard time, but the rest needs to know as they do this.

Her question has his heart rate moving and he's nodding before he even fully processes it. His gaze is dark and heavy as it focuses on hers, and just as they lock eyes he finally slides inside her. Intimacy like this often takes him away from the moment, but not now, with her. With Elektra here in his arms, she's all he can think about, it anchors him to the present in a sobering way that's somehow comforting. Frank could almost forget how screwed up they both are as his ability to think deeply grows thinner. His breathing is ragged already against her face, but he wants her to move first and set their pace.

She smiles like the cheshire cat her father once compared her to: slow and dark. It satisfies Elektra in some deep, primal way to be coveted by him. That makes his entry all the more sweeter, moaning contently as she adjusts to Frank. She moves against him slow and experimental before quickly picking up the pace to something steadier. She waited so long to have him. She needs to make this last even if a part of her knows that is likely to change now.

She keeps her eyes locked on his as her breathing grows heavier, mingling with his. While he finds comfort, Elektra finds herself become sharper; more alive. A low chuckle escapes her as she challenges him. "What did you do when you had me?"

His fingers dig into her sides as a low moan escapes his lips close to hers. He's already distracted, trying to rein in his scattered thoughts, but each time Elektra's pelvic bone grinds against his he's lost all over again. Frank matches her pace perfectly, his head ducking into the hollow of her throat when their eye contact finally begins to overwhelm him. Heat pulls up under his skin, replacing the heat in the rapidly cooling water around them.

"I..." Wait, what? He swallows thickly, a million fantasies of this moment converging behind his eyelids and inspiring a spark of pleasure behind his belly button. Slowly, he looks up until his eyes meet hers again and there's a glimmer of something there. Bemusement and adoration, if one were to guess, probably. "Actually... it was more about what you'd do to me."

The admittance comes out smoother than he thought it would, his voice husky and deeply wanting. He gives into the urge to ramp up the pace even more, the sound of their bodies meeting bouncing lewdly off the tile. Frank presses a wet kiss against her mouth, smiling even as he licks inside.

Her fingernails dig in and break skin as he increases the pace. She meets his new pace easily, hitting her hips against his harder at the admission. The thought of what she might do to him in those fantasies only deepens her arousal. Her eyes flutter shut as she appreciates the way her skin vibrates and heats as their bodies together.

His mouth smothers a moan as his tongue runs along the inside of her mouth. She breaks the kiss for more oxygen. It is shortly lived before she's pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth and trailing downward. She only pauses to bite down on the tender skin of his neck, drawing blood and sucking on the wound lazily.

Frank groans deeply as her nails bite into him, the sting of it throwing him off-kilter a moment. His hips swirl once before he's back to it, something almost violent in the slap of their bodies now.

"El...lektra," he manages, realizing he encouraged her somehow with his admittance. His head hits the tile as he arches his throat into her mouth, anticipating what happens next though he still whimpers at the feeling. He's never allowed anyone to hurt him before - not in bed - that's always been the one line he wouldn't cross, but for her? He thinks he'd do anything, and it terrifies him. "Don't stop." It's all he can think to say, both arms holding fast as he lays into her over and over again, losing his rhythm and each time replacing it with something harder and less sustainable.

It's almost too sweet to be true. The way her name fits in his mouth, the whimper he makes paired with the metallic taste of his blood. She never even considers there's lines here much less ones that shouldn't be crossed. He tells her not to stop so obliges. She sucks and nips at his neck until she can't handle it any longer.

Elektra rests her chin against his shoulder as she catches her breath and moaning. "Frank." It comes out sharp and needy. The harder he goes, the closer to the edge she gets. She shamelessly increases the volume the longer it goes. Her skin is hot and tingly all over. It is only when she actually reaches the edge she manages to form words again, shaky and uneven as her gaze blows out. "Are... you with me?" Her fingernails drag down as she asks. It has to be both of them.

He knows it's winding down when she says his name like that, the word reverberating in his skull and kicking out all other thoughts. Frank holds her hard enough to bruise, something he's never done either, but he knows he can't really hurt her either - not without her consent anyway.

"I," he starts, voice high and breathy as he feels his completion begin to move through him like a wave, tugging just behind his belly and tensing up. "I'm with you. I'm here."

And to people like them, that's the only important thing, isn't it? Being present. He nips at her earlobe and allows the rest to take its natural conclusion, his whole body vibrating in anticipation for their joined release.

The words make her eyes sting. Elektra finds herself grateful they're in the shower. She'd hate to be seen as the sentimental creature she is even by Frank. That is all the reassurance she needs. Elektra lets herself fall over the edge, riding each wave of pleasure until the end.

For a moment she lets herself be limp in his arms. Her fingernails come out of the flesh in his back. Elektra appreciates the connection. For this moment she doesn't feel so alone in the world. She sighs mournfully before cutting her own moment short in true Elektra fashion. She unhooks her legs, trusting him to let her down.

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