continued from (x) for @darcdevil
"I know," she replies, simply but at once. Elektra doesn't move from her position once he takes the box over from her, staying at least a pace away from his chair, hands fixed on her hips. She remembers. He's goddamn stubborn and she gets that. Used to have to trick him, impress upon him, gifts without naming them such. She didn't mind back then. It was actually kind of fun, finding little ways to make his life better without overly injuring his pride. Taking care of him in ways he would not take care of himself.
This is different, though — there's a bristle of irritation that comes with this gift. Like a smack to the back of his head. He's at least smart enough not to argue against taking it, and Elektra's chin lifts as her feathers unruffle a little bit at the compliment to her taste. Yes, it is perfect. Time slows for a moment as he stands, even slower as he closes the gap and drops a kiss on her cheek. She doesn't appear to react, except in small shifts in her body, except in allowing it to happen at all, except for not moving away and breathing the warm smell of him so close. Knows what he does to her, by the irritating smugness on his face. Almost makes this not worth it. Almost.
When she speaks, her voice is direct, clipped and full of false breeziness. "I figured if you're going to insist on being an idiot, I may as well keep it from killing you." A.K.A. — you're welcome, dumbass. Don't mention it.
