castigador | ( OPEN ) Frank Castle

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.

He lets her down softly as expected, but keeps his hands on her waist, feeling a quiver in his legs that threatens to bring him down. But then he's kissing her again, hungry and deep, even as his body goes soft between them.

"Ready to get out?" he asks her, heavy head resting intimately against hers. Frank makes no moves to get out even though they both really need to at this point.

Her eyes flutter shut as they kiss, lashes brushing against his cheekbones. They don't open until the weight of his head settles against hers. She realizes that even she could afford to run the shower forever, the water is cold by now. Their combined heat isn't going to change that. She reluctantly draws away from him to turn it off. Neither seem in a rush to leave, but Elektra knows she better take the lead on it. They might actually stand here for an hour otherwise.

Her hands go to a mess of soaked curls that she rings out. She steps out of the shower feeling sated and tired. She retrieves a towel to dry off with, tossing another Frank's way, before concerning herself with drying off. It isn't until she has a towel wrapped around her middle that Elektra breaks the comfortable silence again. "Could you dry my hair?" She offers him another towel. Elektra may never allow herself the luxury of missing anything, but that doesn't mean those needs don't lurk beneath the surface. She isn't any less starved for touch no matter what lies she tells herself.

He grunts, smoothly catching the towel she throws his way. This goes a lot quicker without hair even if he's not psyched about his new look after Elektra called attention to it. Cursorily, he runs the towel over his body so he doesn't drip too much then ties it around his waist. He's already moving to her side to take the second towel before he's processed what she wants from him.

"Sure." It's soft, looking at the towel in his hands and then at her back, eyes skipping to meet hers in the mirror for a split second before he starts in. Holding the towel in both his huge mitts, he delicately wraps her curls in, section by section, and presses until they're dry. He likes that it takes a while, giving him an excuse to linger close to her.

It works better than she expected. The simple act of helping maintain her hair makes her feel full. She likes that he cares enough to take his time and do it right. Elektra realizes in this moment she wouldn't mind doing this forever. She indulges in the idea that she just might before the next world-changing event takes place, eyes closing for the moment.

"It would be nice to sleep for a year after this." It's both an observation and suggestion. Elektra is tired. Everything outside this place is too loud and chaotic. She could use some rest from it with him.

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