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Face had stayed awake after outlining his plan, long after the others had drifted away to catch what rest they could. Murdock knew that the responsibility was weighing heavily on him, particularly coming so soon after the reveal of Morrison's betrayal. He found him still looking over the three plastic cups, mentally going over the details of the plan.

"Who has the most to lose from this? Me," he'd pointed out to him. "And I trust you."

"Yeah, I know.. but you're crazy."

"Not that crazy."

Eventually he coaxes a genuine smile out of him, and he pulls him away from the table. "C'mon, you're not gonna do us any favors stayin' up all night."

Face follows him without too much protest, stopping short when he reaches their makeshift sleeping quarters. "What is that?"

"What, that?" Murdock grins, picking up the small stuffed hippo. "Found it with the dolls. Must've gotten mixed in with the wrong shipment."

Face just shakes his head as Murdock pulls him down to sleep, still humming his faux-operatic tune. Eventually, the soft singing changes to a more melancholy melody.

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It works for them. And as long as they keep quiet the chances of traumatizing any of the ship's human inhabitants are pretty slim.

Tangling limbs, they manage out of the clothes and Face succeeds in his drive to get fully underneath Murdock's body - enjoying the press of warm skin on top of him. "Mmm... hospital softened you up..."

He chuckles under his breath, nuzzling another kiss against his lips as his hands rake over his sides and hips. "I like it."

He blinks at the mention of the hospital and shakes his head, pushing the memories aside. He doesn't want to think about that while they're doing this.

"Not looking too bad yourself."

He presses another kiss to his collarbone, alternately nipping and licking at his skin.

Definitely going to traumatize the stuffed animal, at least.

Strictly enforced diet and a lot of free time led to an extra etch in his abs, for sure... and he's always glad to have it noticed.

"I always look good to you," he chuckles again, letting out a soft groan with each trace of his mouth. Rocking his hips in a slow deliberate rhythm, he focuses more on the hard rise against the inside of his thigh and the way Murdock's back and ass feel under his fingers.

"Pretty much, yeah..."

There was that one harebrained plan that ended with them covered in paint, but even that was strangely attractive.

"Been a while, huh?"

That was definitely a memory to forget... but it was fun getting there at least.

"Something like that..." he groans, eyelids fluttering against the sensation as his pushes become somewhat more demanding - his arousal digging harder each thrust. "Too long."

He doesn't want to think about how much he's missed this... or how many times he'd dreamed of them being together only to wake up alone in an empty white-walled room.

"Just don't hold back on me, alright?"

And curled up in their makeshift bed, it's all Face can think about - the time apart, the way it ripped him up like he never thought anything could. Knowing that no matter what he had to make things right.

Now it's not just for him, it's for all of them - and maybe just most of all for the way Murdock's world collapsed when they knew who'd been behind it.

But this moment, this moment isn't for the memory - it's a new path being forged. Even he knows it's different now, everything about it feels different.

"I'll try..." he grins, kissing his bruised lips. "Still figuring out how we'll do this, you know?"

"Just take things as they come, sweetheart."

... So to speak.

Sweetheart? Isn't that Face's line?

His smile spreading, he drags his fingers up to Murdock's shoulders and whispers; "Come up here."

This night has proven that neither of them have exclusive claim on cheesy endearments.

He follows him easily, pressing in tight against him. He trusts this man with more than his life, and that should scare him - he knows it scares Face - but somehow it doesn't.

"You ready?"

It's quite possibly more terrifying than the situation they're sailing into... And that's saying a lot.

"I don't suppose you, uh... Happen to be carrying?" In their few forays out for provisions before making it onto the ship it had exactly occured to him that he might need protection at minimum. "My bag's back in Florida."

"Uh, no... can't say I am."

Well. This is awkward.

It stills him for a long moment, considering his options in the heat of the moment. He'd been tested in prison, of course... Clean bill of health, but habits were hard to break.

Still... Murdock.

"Fuck it," Face mutters under his breath, kissing him hard. "I want you now..." Physically, he can handle it with nothing more than a little spit and slow going - emotionally? He's mostly ready.

"God, that's hot."

Clearly neither of them expected to be having sex at all tonight, but it's happening anyway.

"You're hot..." He chuckles under his breath, parting his knees slowly to allow better access.

Lifting his hips to grind against Murdock's solid flesh, he caught an aroused groan against his neck. "Slow..." He whispers, "like your first time."

And that thought's enough to drive him a little crazy. Crazier. Whatever.

"I trust you."

It's a bit of a mood-changer, saying serious stuff out loud, but he can't help himself.

It's a different kind of crazy.

He pushes up close to kiss him again and murmurs, "I know..." His arms hold tight, fingers splayed to touch as much skin as possible. "You won't hurt me."

Aching, almost desperate, he groans; "Please?"

His hands dip below Face's waist almost hesitantly at first, growing bolder with each push of his body against him.

"You sure?"

Snaking one hand back up Murdock's neck to bury it in his hair, Face groaned as quietly as he possibly could; "God yes..."

He hadn't been more sure of anything in his life at that moment. He didn't just want it, he felt like he needed it.

"Please... please?"

"Just tell me what you want..."

On some level he wants guidance, but mostly it's just that his voice does unspeakable things to him.

His fingers curl a half-chuckle, half groan barely stifled in his throat at the the thought.

"Fuck me..." he purrs against Murdock's ear, "nice and slow."

"As you wish." A smile curls across his face at the memory. "But first we gotta deal with the formalities."

He tugs at Face's jeans where they've tangled near his knees, pulling them all the way off with deliberate slowness.

For Face it's not as fond a memory - pretty much the place where he started kicking himself for not noticing it sooner. Still, the smile on Murdock's face is welcome.

"Tease..." he murmurs quietly, lifting his hips to show the cut of his body against the blankets and broken down boxes - spreading open a little wider just to get his licks in.

A lot of their memories are sad or bitter around the edges. He'd rather focus on the good parts.

"Keep talking..."

Soon enough they're both naked, the metal floor of the hold hard beneath them despite their improvised bedding. He slicks up his fingers as much as possible and presses in carefully, relishing the feel of him opening up to his touch.

"Mmm... kinky minx..." he mutters, as a loud as he dare lest they be caught in a rather compromising position.

His toes curl at the easy sensation, warm spit-slicked fingers making coherent thought tough to grasp onto.

"Yeah... just like that... nice and easy..."