New Kind of Normal
Title: New Kind of Normal
Author: jaune_chat
Pairing: Matt/Daphne
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Specifically through 3x14, “A Clear and Present Danger”
Genre: Romance
Word Count: 3,158
Author’s Note: I thought the Matt/Daphne relationship deserved a lot better than it was written, so I wrote it better! This is an alternate take on the scene where Matt tries to convince Daphne they’re better off being normal.
Summary: Matt and Daphne re-evaluate the definition of “normal.”
"Ok, you got it. Normal it is,” Daphne said finally, sounding resigned. She gave a small sigh and her shoulders slumped a bit in defeat. Matt closed his eyes for a second as she turned away, and caught a stray thought. Why can’t I be good enough?
His eyes flew open and he swallowed hard. Matt knew his love for Daphne was fairly inexplicable, based on a future vision of brief happiness. But they’d discovered together the things that had led them to be married some years hence, though Matt wouldn’t let Daphne fall to her future fate. Both of them had wanted things they thought they couldn’t have, specifically respect and admiration. Daphne couldn’t have it because she’d been sick, Matt couldn’t have it because he was dyslexic, proud, and overweight.
They both wanted to be the best at something, to have a fulfilled life. They wanted children, but agreed things were too unsettled to try. They laughed at the same things, liked the same kinds of music and movies, but their differences were filling up the spaces between them with silence.
Daphne had a flexible idea of how to earn money, Matt was far more straight-laced and by-the-book. He wanted security; she wanted excitement. But even those fundamental differences were something he loved about her. He was the rock, and she was the wind, or maybe he was a tree and she was a bird; she traveled far and wide, bringing back all the tales of the wide and exotic world to her home, her sanctuary, the one who’d always be there. He would be the one she’d always come home to… if he could just keep from clutching too tight, if she would be willing to grant him a promise to return.
But Matt realized that Daphne had been making most of the sacrifices. She had given up so much of what had made her happy recently for love and freedom from Pinehurst, atoning for what trouble she’d caused in her carefree sprees around the world. Matt had lost his father, not that he’d ever known him, lost Janice to misunderstanding over a year ago, and lost his old job, but at least he’d managed to have some semblance of normalcy with Mohinder and Molly for a while.
He still had a job though, still had that normalcy… and even if he said over and over that he only wanted more of it, he loved Daphne because she was so much everything he wasn’t. If she became like him, if she gave up everything that made her unique, they’d both end up hating each other. He only wanted her to be normal because he’d lost so damn much when he’d become abnormal that he didn’t want her to suffer the same pain.
But he was doing it anyway, just by trying to hold her back.
“Daphne, wait,” he said, lightly capturing her hands. Lightly, so she could pull free if she needed to. “I’m sorry. I don’t want to…” Matt trailed off, trying to find the words, deliberately not trying to listen to her thoughts. “I don’t want to hold you back. I just want you to be happy.” He didn’t need telepathy to see the skepticism in her expression, and Matt amended his statement to be more brutally honest. “I want us to be happy. I want you to be happy with me.”
Daphne’s expression softened and opened up at Matt’s words, and she gripped his hands harder.
“I want to run, Matt. I love doing it. Even if it’s not normal,” she said. “It’s better now for me that I’m not normal.” Matt nodded, holding her eyes with his own, letting her know, I’m listening, I’m really listening this time. “If nobody catches me, and I get everything done, then what’s the problem? I’m not normal, we’re not normal, and I damn sure hope we never go back to normal.”
Matt felt a deep fear in his gut at Daphne’s words, old and compounded of every schoolyard taunt he’d ever had flung at him. Every time he hadn’t been normal, there’d been pain: been unable to read, too slow to play on the team, not able to pass the test, hearing thoughts and knowing too much, being captured by the Company, being on the run for his life, captured and held prisoner, sent to freaking Africa!, all because he hadn’t been normal.
Some good had come of it, and he had damn sure been snapped out of his life’s ruts because he’d suddenly gained his powers. He’d been places he’d otherwise have never seen, been part of huge, world-shaking events, and he had to admit that even though it’d felt like he was skydiving without a parachute sometimes, it had been quite a rush.
So why be so eager to get back to normal? What had normal gotten him? A dead-end job on the police force and a wife whose attention had wandered so much that she’d had his partner’s baby. Matt suddenly took a long, hard look at “normal” and felt his throat choke with sorrow and his eyes mist. God, how could he be so stupid? How could he let himself go back to something that had slowly been killing him? Sure, life on the edge had gotten him cut, sometimes deeply and irrevocably, but he’d changed, and for the better.
“Normal,” for him, had represented stability and home, but he knew that wasn’t true now. If he tried to force them both back to the normal he remembered, he’d lose everything he’d paid so dearly to learn.
“Matt, what’s wrong? What did I say?” Daphne asked frantically, seeing his face.
Matt looked up at her, blinking away tears, and smiled a little.
Do you really want to know? he thought at her. Did not say, thought, not pushing, but just letting the words into her mind, using his powers on her directly as he rarely did.
Daphne stared at him with shock on her face, mouth falling open slightly, and then nodded. Matt concentrated for a second, putting all of his arguments with himself into order, and then opened his mind to hers, showing her, speaking to her telepathically, letting her see exactly what he couldn’t seem to say aloud.
“Oh God,” she whispered, and Matt could feel her hands trembling. Her whole body was shaking, and he reached out to pull her into a tight embrace. It might be the last time; after all, she might not want all that truth and angst. If he couldn’t do anything else right in this relationship, at least he could let her go free before he strangled them both…
“No!” Daphne yelled into his shoulder, and Matt realized he was still broadcasting. Deliberately closing up again, he stroked her hair gently, breathing in the fresh smell of her shampoo, untainted by the miasma of the city because she moved too fast for it to cling to her.
“It’s ok, I get it if you don’t want-.”
“No!” Daphne said again, pulling back from him to punch him lightly in the shoulder. “No, you big galoot!” She was smiling, actually smiling through the tears staining her face. Then her face got sterner as she poked a finger into his chest. “If I wanted to run away, you couldn’t stop me. You do not get run away from me.”
Matt felt a sudden crazy lightness in his chest at those words.
“Now you listen to me,” she said insistently, and Matt tilted his head down obediently.
I had no idea you felt that way about me. I get about the normal, I really do. And I’m sorry, so sorry, about all those people that hurt you. Matt shuddered a little, trying to let go of those old memories, those old hurts, letting them be washed away to the past, as they should have been. Like Daphne had eventually let hers. I wanted the normal I had before I got sick, but instead I got these powers and that was even better than normal. Don’t you get it? We can be a new kind of normal. Our kind of normal. I love you Matt.
“Did… did you get all that?” Daphne asked, a little uncertainly, looking up at him.
“I love you too Daphne,” Matt said, and was cut off from saying, or thinking, anything else as Daphne’s kiss took him by surprise. It was fast, very fast, all darting tongue and teasing lips, and it drove Matt nearly crazy.
God, I could fuck you right here. I’m so hot for you Matt.
Matt nearly swallowed both his tongue and Daphne’s at her rather loud thought, and she giggled.
“I move fast. Argument, apologies, confession, and now-,” she paused, pulling back to stare up at him with a playful, imperious gaze, and clacked her teeth together in a teasing bite, “time for the make-up sex.” She was expecting him to protest, to want to slow down like he usually did. But Matt could hear some less-defined thoughts in her head that had his temperature rising at least as fast as hers. So instead he swept her off her feet, literally, and carried her into the bedroom.
It felt like a brick wall had suddenly crumbled down between them, like they were suddenly living with their skin off. Matt felt exposed to every little breeze, like every sensation was doubly intense, every thought twice as loud. It was this glorious kind of craziness, this feeling of freedom, that had made him fall in love with Daphne in the first place. And if it frightened him a little, then Matt would learn to live with the fear, because he knew the love that came with it.
Daphne giggled again and threw her arms around his neck as he carried her, only to jump down at the foot of the bed. There was a brief puff of air in the room, and she had them both naked in a heartbeat. Literally. Matt had only felt the briefest of tickling sensations before he realized he was completely unclothed, and blushed profusely as Daphne posed in front of him, one hand on her hip and the other in her hair, head tossed back like a model. He wasn’t blushing for Daphne; she looked fantastic and incredibly sexy like that, not a spare ounce of flesh on her, but for himself.
“Uh-uh,” Daphne said suddenly, shaking her head. “Don’t you dare go all blushing virgin on me.” She took the single step forward to press herself against him, hugging him hard, burying her face in his chest.
That unfortunately made Matt blush all the harder. Next to her he looked like an ogre, too tall, too hairy, too fat…
“Hey!” Daphne said sharply, making him look up again. “I think I’ll decide what I like for myself, ok?”
Besides, there’s plenty for me to love. That thought was accompanied by her hand quickly sliding down his thigh and wrapping itself around his member. Matt sucked in a breath at the intensity of the sensation, knowing he was already hard and wanting her so badly…
“Wait… wait!” he gasped as she stroked him, a fast half-dozen pulls that were too good, brought him way too close. She stilled her hand, and looked up at him with mischief in her eyes. “Hang on speedy, I’m not done with you yet.”
She grinned, then looked at him curiously as he slowly captured her hands in his own, kissing the tips of each finger. Just before she could get impatient with him, he tugged her to the bed. She was on it in a flash, and Matt quickly moved to cover her. He could feel the heat of her body as he leaned down to kiss her, this time slowly and carefully. He could feel her lips melding with his own, his tongue sliding along hers, slow enough to really feel everything, every breath, every nuance. Daphne’s hands clutched behind his neck, trailed up into his hair, tracing his spine, never still, always restless.
Matt, Matt please, this is good, but I need more. Faster, more please, please, please!
Matt didn’t move right away, but slowly slid down the bed, kissing hard at her neck, sucking at the skin right near her shoulder, and felt incredibly rewarded when he felt her tense and arch.
Oh yes, yes, God, do that some more. “Matt!”
Her hands were clutching at him now, trying to keep him there, then moving again, as if uncertain at what she wanted.
What do you want me to do Daphne? Move faster or stay here? Matt asked her silently. He let one hand trail lower, cupping one small breast in his large hand, feeling the incredible softness topped with the hard little nipple tightening under his palm. She writhed under him, pushing up, and Matt had to pause and grit his teeth at the surge of pleasure that shot through him.
Daphne panted. “Both, everything, I just-.” She cut herself off when Matt’s mouth moved from her neck to her nipple, and his hand trailed down her stomach, circling her navel for long seconds before delving lower. His fingers pushed through the curly hair covering her mound when she gasped again, practically firing a thought into his brain. Touch me, touch me there Matt-. “Matt please, don’t stop!”
Matt could feel the incredible heat and wetness under his fingers as he began to trace her folds, her juices covering his hand, making everything slippery as he found her entrance and pushed in. She cried out, and Matt’s thumb slid a little higher as his index slipped in, finding her button and circling it gently.
He couldn’t believe how good it felt, to suckle gently on her small, sensitive breast, to feel her cry out and writhe against his hand. He felt open to her in a way he’d never felt before. The first time he’d ever used his abilities on Janice, it had been so one-sided that it robbed the moment of its special meaning. He had basically cheated, and he knew it. Here it was more equal, both knowing what was going on, and the trust that engendered made everything so much better.
Matt leaned over, letting go of one breast to pay attention to the other, and Daphne’s hands clutched at his shoulders, her fingers moving so rapidly as to give him an impromptu massage. He nearly fell on her and checked himself, rapidly sliding his hand within her, hearing the rising crescendo of moans. Matt nearly broke himself when she tensed, gasped, and a new flood of wetness covered his sopping hand.
Oh God, oh God, I haven’t cum like that in months. “Matt, please, I need you.”
Before he could even figure out what she meant, Daphne had writhed underneath him and set him on his back, suddenly impaling herself on his ready and eager cock. He gasped and his hands shot up to span her hips, trying to hold her still for just a second.
“Hang on, Daphne, I just need a sec-,” he whispered, and she complied, smiling as she stilled herself. “You look so beautiful…”
He’s so thick, this feels fantastic…
Matt’s mind slowly started to melt at some of Daphne’s thoughts. It was wildly pornographic hearing intimate details about this felt to her, like reading a woman’s hidden diary and practically making love to himself at the same time. Janice had never been this uninhibited, even in her most private thoughts.
“Yeah…” Daphne breathed, rocking back and forth gently, not too fast, her hands flat on his chest. Matt slowly breathed out, and figured he had himself under control for the time being, and slid his hands down Daphne’s thighs, barely tickling them.
“So, you think you’re so clever, Mr. Man?” she asked, rocking a little harder, clenching her muscles around Matt’s cock and making him gasp again.
“Yes?’ Matt asked uncertainly, starting to lose the ability to form coherent speech.
I need him to touch me so bad, my tits- ah! Daphne’s thoughts cut off when Matt’s hands shot up along her ribcage, suddenly stroking and teasing her breasts, gently pinching her swollen nipples. Daphne pushed herself into his hands, her own kneading and scratching Matt’s chest in almost mindless pleasure. Matt knew he was “cheating” this time, but she’d looked so amazing when she’d came, that he had to see her do it again.
“Yes, like that, more-!” Pinch my nipples, harder Matt, harder! Push my tits up, together, yes, more! Matt responded to both sets of commands, verbal and unspoken, feeling Daphne’s body rise and fall on his shaft, squeezing as hard as he was with his hands.
“Daphne, God Daphne!” he said, his voice breathy and nearly incoherent. He was so close to the edge, and his hips were straining to meet Daphne’s with every rise and fall. She breathed in, looking down at him as his hips bucked, the quiver in his flesh announcing his penultimate pleasure.
She noticed, and smiled down at him, a smile composed of part pleasure, part happiness, and part pure mischief. Matt suddenly felt a brisk breeze around him as he was going to thrust up for the last time, just needing a tiny bit more friction to send them over the edge. Daphne’s whole body seemed to move in a blur, stilling only as he tried to clutch her to him. Then it hit him.
His whole body seemed to flush with amazing heat, pleasure rising from every square inch of nerves as his sensory impulses finally caught up with Daphne’s creative assault on his flesh. He could feel her fingers stroking him everywhere, lips and teeth teasing his nipples even as fingers pinched them, her kiss practically stealing the breath from his mouth, her tongue everywhere on his body, as her speed-enhanced lovemaking pushed him into the strongest climax he’d ever had in his life.
He couldn’t even scream as he felt himself pulsing into her, vision going white, hands locked on her breasts, lost in a supernova of pleasure like none he’d ever felt.
When he came to several long moments later, he automatically checked to make sure he wasn’t dead.
“Daphne?” he asked, his eyes blinking open, seeing her cuddled on his chest. She lifted her head after a second to look him in the eye.
“Do we have to move?” she asked, sounded exhausted.
“Nope,” Matt said, feeling suddenly giddy. For a horrible second he’d been worried it was all a dream. But a dream had never left him feeling exhausted, sore, and so utterly content before.
“Good. Because I might move next week, but not before then, ok?”
“Ok,” Matt said, hugging her to him.
“So,” she said, after another long minute. “How’s this for a new kind of normal?”
“It’s perfect,” Matt replied, and kissed her softly.
Author: jaune_chat
Pairing: Matt/Daphne
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Specifically through 3x14, “A Clear and Present Danger”
Genre: Romance
Word Count: 3,158
Author’s Note: I thought the Matt/Daphne relationship deserved a lot better than it was written, so I wrote it better! This is an alternate take on the scene where Matt tries to convince Daphne they’re better off being normal.
Summary: Matt and Daphne re-evaluate the definition of “normal.”
"Ok, you got it. Normal it is,” Daphne said finally, sounding resigned. She gave a small sigh and her shoulders slumped a bit in defeat. Matt closed his eyes for a second as she turned away, and caught a stray thought. Why can’t I be good enough?
His eyes flew open and he swallowed hard. Matt knew his love for Daphne was fairly inexplicable, based on a future vision of brief happiness. But they’d discovered together the things that had led them to be married some years hence, though Matt wouldn’t let Daphne fall to her future fate. Both of them had wanted things they thought they couldn’t have, specifically respect and admiration. Daphne couldn’t have it because she’d been sick, Matt couldn’t have it because he was dyslexic, proud, and overweight.
They both wanted to be the best at something, to have a fulfilled life. They wanted children, but agreed things were too unsettled to try. They laughed at the same things, liked the same kinds of music and movies, but their differences were filling up the spaces between them with silence.
Daphne had a flexible idea of how to earn money, Matt was far more straight-laced and by-the-book. He wanted security; she wanted excitement. But even those fundamental differences were something he loved about her. He was the rock, and she was the wind, or maybe he was a tree and she was a bird; she traveled far and wide, bringing back all the tales of the wide and exotic world to her home, her sanctuary, the one who’d always be there. He would be the one she’d always come home to… if he could just keep from clutching too tight, if she would be willing to grant him a promise to return.
But Matt realized that Daphne had been making most of the sacrifices. She had given up so much of what had made her happy recently for love and freedom from Pinehurst, atoning for what trouble she’d caused in her carefree sprees around the world. Matt had lost his father, not that he’d ever known him, lost Janice to misunderstanding over a year ago, and lost his old job, but at least he’d managed to have some semblance of normalcy with Mohinder and Molly for a while.
He still had a job though, still had that normalcy… and even if he said over and over that he only wanted more of it, he loved Daphne because she was so much everything he wasn’t. If she became like him, if she gave up everything that made her unique, they’d both end up hating each other. He only wanted her to be normal because he’d lost so damn much when he’d become abnormal that he didn’t want her to suffer the same pain.
But he was doing it anyway, just by trying to hold her back.
“Daphne, wait,” he said, lightly capturing her hands. Lightly, so she could pull free if she needed to. “I’m sorry. I don’t want to…” Matt trailed off, trying to find the words, deliberately not trying to listen to her thoughts. “I don’t want to hold you back. I just want you to be happy.” He didn’t need telepathy to see the skepticism in her expression, and Matt amended his statement to be more brutally honest. “I want us to be happy. I want you to be happy with me.”
Daphne’s expression softened and opened up at Matt’s words, and she gripped his hands harder.
“I want to run, Matt. I love doing it. Even if it’s not normal,” she said. “It’s better now for me that I’m not normal.” Matt nodded, holding her eyes with his own, letting her know, I’m listening, I’m really listening this time. “If nobody catches me, and I get everything done, then what’s the problem? I’m not normal, we’re not normal, and I damn sure hope we never go back to normal.”
Matt felt a deep fear in his gut at Daphne’s words, old and compounded of every schoolyard taunt he’d ever had flung at him. Every time he hadn’t been normal, there’d been pain: been unable to read, too slow to play on the team, not able to pass the test, hearing thoughts and knowing too much, being captured by the Company, being on the run for his life, captured and held prisoner, sent to freaking Africa!, all because he hadn’t been normal.
Some good had come of it, and he had damn sure been snapped out of his life’s ruts because he’d suddenly gained his powers. He’d been places he’d otherwise have never seen, been part of huge, world-shaking events, and he had to admit that even though it’d felt like he was skydiving without a parachute sometimes, it had been quite a rush.
So why be so eager to get back to normal? What had normal gotten him? A dead-end job on the police force and a wife whose attention had wandered so much that she’d had his partner’s baby. Matt suddenly took a long, hard look at “normal” and felt his throat choke with sorrow and his eyes mist. God, how could he be so stupid? How could he let himself go back to something that had slowly been killing him? Sure, life on the edge had gotten him cut, sometimes deeply and irrevocably, but he’d changed, and for the better.
“Normal,” for him, had represented stability and home, but he knew that wasn’t true now. If he tried to force them both back to the normal he remembered, he’d lose everything he’d paid so dearly to learn.
“Matt, what’s wrong? What did I say?” Daphne asked frantically, seeing his face.
Matt looked up at her, blinking away tears, and smiled a little.
Do you really want to know? he thought at her. Did not say, thought, not pushing, but just letting the words into her mind, using his powers on her directly as he rarely did.
Daphne stared at him with shock on her face, mouth falling open slightly, and then nodded. Matt concentrated for a second, putting all of his arguments with himself into order, and then opened his mind to hers, showing her, speaking to her telepathically, letting her see exactly what he couldn’t seem to say aloud.
“Oh God,” she whispered, and Matt could feel her hands trembling. Her whole body was shaking, and he reached out to pull her into a tight embrace. It might be the last time; after all, she might not want all that truth and angst. If he couldn’t do anything else right in this relationship, at least he could let her go free before he strangled them both…
“No!” Daphne yelled into his shoulder, and Matt realized he was still broadcasting. Deliberately closing up again, he stroked her hair gently, breathing in the fresh smell of her shampoo, untainted by the miasma of the city because she moved too fast for it to cling to her.
“It’s ok, I get it if you don’t want-.”
“No!” Daphne said again, pulling back from him to punch him lightly in the shoulder. “No, you big galoot!” She was smiling, actually smiling through the tears staining her face. Then her face got sterner as she poked a finger into his chest. “If I wanted to run away, you couldn’t stop me. You do not get run away from me.”
Matt felt a sudden crazy lightness in his chest at those words.
“Now you listen to me,” she said insistently, and Matt tilted his head down obediently.
I had no idea you felt that way about me. I get about the normal, I really do. And I’m sorry, so sorry, about all those people that hurt you. Matt shuddered a little, trying to let go of those old memories, those old hurts, letting them be washed away to the past, as they should have been. Like Daphne had eventually let hers. I wanted the normal I had before I got sick, but instead I got these powers and that was even better than normal. Don’t you get it? We can be a new kind of normal. Our kind of normal. I love you Matt.
“Did… did you get all that?” Daphne asked, a little uncertainly, looking up at him.
“I love you too Daphne,” Matt said, and was cut off from saying, or thinking, anything else as Daphne’s kiss took him by surprise. It was fast, very fast, all darting tongue and teasing lips, and it drove Matt nearly crazy.
God, I could fuck you right here. I’m so hot for you Matt.
Matt nearly swallowed both his tongue and Daphne’s at her rather loud thought, and she giggled.
“I move fast. Argument, apologies, confession, and now-,” she paused, pulling back to stare up at him with a playful, imperious gaze, and clacked her teeth together in a teasing bite, “time for the make-up sex.” She was expecting him to protest, to want to slow down like he usually did. But Matt could hear some less-defined thoughts in her head that had his temperature rising at least as fast as hers. So instead he swept her off her feet, literally, and carried her into the bedroom.
It felt like a brick wall had suddenly crumbled down between them, like they were suddenly living with their skin off. Matt felt exposed to every little breeze, like every sensation was doubly intense, every thought twice as loud. It was this glorious kind of craziness, this feeling of freedom, that had made him fall in love with Daphne in the first place. And if it frightened him a little, then Matt would learn to live with the fear, because he knew the love that came with it.
Daphne giggled again and threw her arms around his neck as he carried her, only to jump down at the foot of the bed. There was a brief puff of air in the room, and she had them both naked in a heartbeat. Literally. Matt had only felt the briefest of tickling sensations before he realized he was completely unclothed, and blushed profusely as Daphne posed in front of him, one hand on her hip and the other in her hair, head tossed back like a model. He wasn’t blushing for Daphne; she looked fantastic and incredibly sexy like that, not a spare ounce of flesh on her, but for himself.
“Uh-uh,” Daphne said suddenly, shaking her head. “Don’t you dare go all blushing virgin on me.” She took the single step forward to press herself against him, hugging him hard, burying her face in his chest.
That unfortunately made Matt blush all the harder. Next to her he looked like an ogre, too tall, too hairy, too fat…
“Hey!” Daphne said sharply, making him look up again. “I think I’ll decide what I like for myself, ok?”
Besides, there’s plenty for me to love. That thought was accompanied by her hand quickly sliding down his thigh and wrapping itself around his member. Matt sucked in a breath at the intensity of the sensation, knowing he was already hard and wanting her so badly…
“Wait… wait!” he gasped as she stroked him, a fast half-dozen pulls that were too good, brought him way too close. She stilled her hand, and looked up at him with mischief in her eyes. “Hang on speedy, I’m not done with you yet.”
She grinned, then looked at him curiously as he slowly captured her hands in his own, kissing the tips of each finger. Just before she could get impatient with him, he tugged her to the bed. She was on it in a flash, and Matt quickly moved to cover her. He could feel the heat of her body as he leaned down to kiss her, this time slowly and carefully. He could feel her lips melding with his own, his tongue sliding along hers, slow enough to really feel everything, every breath, every nuance. Daphne’s hands clutched behind his neck, trailed up into his hair, tracing his spine, never still, always restless.
Matt, Matt please, this is good, but I need more. Faster, more please, please, please!
Matt didn’t move right away, but slowly slid down the bed, kissing hard at her neck, sucking at the skin right near her shoulder, and felt incredibly rewarded when he felt her tense and arch.
Oh yes, yes, God, do that some more. “Matt!”
Her hands were clutching at him now, trying to keep him there, then moving again, as if uncertain at what she wanted.
What do you want me to do Daphne? Move faster or stay here? Matt asked her silently. He let one hand trail lower, cupping one small breast in his large hand, feeling the incredible softness topped with the hard little nipple tightening under his palm. She writhed under him, pushing up, and Matt had to pause and grit his teeth at the surge of pleasure that shot through him.
Daphne panted. “Both, everything, I just-.” She cut herself off when Matt’s mouth moved from her neck to her nipple, and his hand trailed down her stomach, circling her navel for long seconds before delving lower. His fingers pushed through the curly hair covering her mound when she gasped again, practically firing a thought into his brain. Touch me, touch me there Matt-. “Matt please, don’t stop!”
Matt could feel the incredible heat and wetness under his fingers as he began to trace her folds, her juices covering his hand, making everything slippery as he found her entrance and pushed in. She cried out, and Matt’s thumb slid a little higher as his index slipped in, finding her button and circling it gently.
He couldn’t believe how good it felt, to suckle gently on her small, sensitive breast, to feel her cry out and writhe against his hand. He felt open to her in a way he’d never felt before. The first time he’d ever used his abilities on Janice, it had been so one-sided that it robbed the moment of its special meaning. He had basically cheated, and he knew it. Here it was more equal, both knowing what was going on, and the trust that engendered made everything so much better.
Matt leaned over, letting go of one breast to pay attention to the other, and Daphne’s hands clutched at his shoulders, her fingers moving so rapidly as to give him an impromptu massage. He nearly fell on her and checked himself, rapidly sliding his hand within her, hearing the rising crescendo of moans. Matt nearly broke himself when she tensed, gasped, and a new flood of wetness covered his sopping hand.
Oh God, oh God, I haven’t cum like that in months. “Matt, please, I need you.”
Before he could even figure out what she meant, Daphne had writhed underneath him and set him on his back, suddenly impaling herself on his ready and eager cock. He gasped and his hands shot up to span her hips, trying to hold her still for just a second.
“Hang on, Daphne, I just need a sec-,” he whispered, and she complied, smiling as she stilled herself. “You look so beautiful…”
He’s so thick, this feels fantastic…
Matt’s mind slowly started to melt at some of Daphne’s thoughts. It was wildly pornographic hearing intimate details about this felt to her, like reading a woman’s hidden diary and practically making love to himself at the same time. Janice had never been this uninhibited, even in her most private thoughts.
“Yeah…” Daphne breathed, rocking back and forth gently, not too fast, her hands flat on his chest. Matt slowly breathed out, and figured he had himself under control for the time being, and slid his hands down Daphne’s thighs, barely tickling them.
“So, you think you’re so clever, Mr. Man?” she asked, rocking a little harder, clenching her muscles around Matt’s cock and making him gasp again.
“Yes?’ Matt asked uncertainly, starting to lose the ability to form coherent speech.
I need him to touch me so bad, my tits- ah! Daphne’s thoughts cut off when Matt’s hands shot up along her ribcage, suddenly stroking and teasing her breasts, gently pinching her swollen nipples. Daphne pushed herself into his hands, her own kneading and scratching Matt’s chest in almost mindless pleasure. Matt knew he was “cheating” this time, but she’d looked so amazing when she’d came, that he had to see her do it again.
“Yes, like that, more-!” Pinch my nipples, harder Matt, harder! Push my tits up, together, yes, more! Matt responded to both sets of commands, verbal and unspoken, feeling Daphne’s body rise and fall on his shaft, squeezing as hard as he was with his hands.
“Daphne, God Daphne!” he said, his voice breathy and nearly incoherent. He was so close to the edge, and his hips were straining to meet Daphne’s with every rise and fall. She breathed in, looking down at him as his hips bucked, the quiver in his flesh announcing his penultimate pleasure.
She noticed, and smiled down at him, a smile composed of part pleasure, part happiness, and part pure mischief. Matt suddenly felt a brisk breeze around him as he was going to thrust up for the last time, just needing a tiny bit more friction to send them over the edge. Daphne’s whole body seemed to move in a blur, stilling only as he tried to clutch her to him. Then it hit him.
His whole body seemed to flush with amazing heat, pleasure rising from every square inch of nerves as his sensory impulses finally caught up with Daphne’s creative assault on his flesh. He could feel her fingers stroking him everywhere, lips and teeth teasing his nipples even as fingers pinched them, her kiss practically stealing the breath from his mouth, her tongue everywhere on his body, as her speed-enhanced lovemaking pushed him into the strongest climax he’d ever had in his life.
He couldn’t even scream as he felt himself pulsing into her, vision going white, hands locked on her breasts, lost in a supernova of pleasure like none he’d ever felt.
When he came to several long moments later, he automatically checked to make sure he wasn’t dead.
“Daphne?” he asked, his eyes blinking open, seeing her cuddled on his chest. She lifted her head after a second to look him in the eye.
“Do we have to move?” she asked, sounded exhausted.
“Nope,” Matt said, feeling suddenly giddy. For a horrible second he’d been worried it was all a dream. But a dream had never left him feeling exhausted, sore, and so utterly content before.
“Good. Because I might move next week, but not before then, ok?”
“Ok,” Matt said, hugging her to him.
“So,” she said, after another long minute. “How’s this for a new kind of normal?”
“It’s perfect,” Matt replied, and kissed her softly.