castigador | ( OPEN ) Frank Castle

He pulls in a shallow breath and holds it when her almost ticklish touch lands on his chest. Frank studies her, working up the nerve to ask her just what she follows up with and it startles a laugh from him in an outward huff.

"That's good enough for me," he confirms, nuzzling his face in against hers and folding up like he intends to get some sleep finally, or at least attempt it.

She smiles affectionately and unreservedly as he nuzzles against her. It makes her feel ridiculous, but also nice. Very, very nice. Elektra settles in against him. She doesn't believe for a second he'll actually sleep right away. Having Frank around is one of the few things that puts her at ease. She'll sleep even if he won't.

Her eyes flutter shut as she sighs against his face. "Breakfast in bed wouldn't hurt." Is she kidding or not? She'll let him decide as she dozes off.

He finally succumbs to sleep after a long hour and a half of watching her, curling in on himself protectively though his every intention had been to hold her. When he wakes a few short hours later, it feels like he hasn't slept, the echoing clang of nightsticks against cell bars startling him though it came from inside his head. Frank's head whips over to make sure she's still resting and he leans over with a pounding heart to brush some hair off her forehead and press a soft kiss there. With as little impact as he can, he gets out of bed and retrieves a shirt on his way out, the morning chill seeping into him without the cover of whatever corner of her blanket she'd left him in the night.

It's on to the bathroom to observe the stubble of his hair attempting to grow in, much thicker through the sides than the top already. Frank sighs as he runs a hand over the prickly surface before craning his neck to study the wound she'd left him on his throat, stark and red compared to his yellowing bruises and the deep red-purple of the scarring on his chest - another reason he'd put clothes on before introducing himself to the mirror. He splashes water over his face and cursorily brushes his teeth before moving on to the kitchen to see what she'd left him. He can already tell no one has cooked here since he left by how clean every surface is, but he manages to scrape together enough for steak and eggs, thanking his previous self for freezing the meat as he starts up the coffee pot - the only appliance that's seen use since his departure.

He'll go on drinking coffee and leisurely cooking - allowing the aroma and soft sounds to wake her rather than doing it himself.

She is distantly aware of his distress throughout the night. It is near possible for her not to be hyper alert of her surroundings given her history. She doesn't act because it is Frank. Her time with him is the closest she comes to resting. She takes advantage without even meaning to. He may not feel like he slept at all but, Elektra wakes up to the smell of food feeling like she's slept for a thousand years.

She rubs her forehead idly before heading to the bathroom, legs aching pleasantly as she walks. She uses the facilities, only really pausing to splash water on her face to properly wake up. There are things to do today. Elektra knows she can't keep her guard down forever. She promises herself she'll at least enjoy a peaceful breakfast after such a long absence.

Elektra greets him with a soft embrace from behind, pressing a soft kiss to his neck. It's ridiculously sentimental, but in her defense he did start it. "You could have stayed longer. I'm not completely unreasonable." She did want her breakfast in bed. Settling for just Frank isn't so bad now that the worst of her anger has passed.

He shivers at the kiss, lifting his free hand to circle around her wrist and keep her at his back for a moment. The longer they stay this way, the more memories fade and are replaced with just them in this house.

"I had to get moving," he protests, wishing prison didn't sink so far into his bones each time he went back. There's a part of him that will always long for the simplicity of that schedule and expectation, but being here with her is infinitely better than beating on Zemo's goons and that's saying something. "You needed the rest." Not like he didn't, but better one of them than neither, or something like that.

She listens to his excuses and decides, quite generously in her opinion, to let them go. Neither of them are strangers to being imprisoned. She took no joy from those times. She knows he can't be that different even with a choice amount of Nazis to beat up and kill. "I could forgive you this once." Elektra gently rests her forehead against his back and makes a show of considering the situation. "Depending on how good that steak is."

"Hey," he grumbles, still lame but picking up mirth as he goes. His heavy head lolls to rest against hers as the meal sizzles on the burner in front of them. "Don't judge too harshly– I'm rusty."

"Excuses, excuses." She teases ineffectively. The affection in her voice is impossible to miss. This is something she desperately needed all this time. Now that Elektra has it, she feels like a piece of her soul has been returned back to her. She supposes that fits given the territory.

Frank leans away from her briefly to dump their steak tips onto an awaiting platter and crack eggs into the same skillet. Justifying that he has a few seconds to wait for them to cook through, he turns suddenly and grabs Elektra by the waist. His eyes shimmer lucidly even as he takes hold of the side of her face with his free hand, moving in for a fierce kiss before words can get in the way. He starts moving her towards the island counter at her back as he closes his eyes and deepens the contact.

( OPEN ) Frank Castle

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