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"I'm the big spoon so I can't get kicked out of bed," Matt protested in response, turning the joke back around on her. "You can't wind up to a sharp foot to the shin - or worse - if I'm behind you." He lightly rapped on his head. "It's just good thinking on my part. Some of that self-preservation you're always complaining I lack. Here I am, just trying to listen to you and being berated for it." He tisked and gave a mock sigh, pretending to be ever so disappointed.

His stomach shivered as Kate's hands slid beneath his shirt. Instinctively his body leaned into it, back arching into her touch not unlike the cats did when she pet them. He gave a small moan, his head buried in her neck. Lightly he pressed a small kiss to her pulse point there. "I see what you're doing," he mumbled in a low voice, enjoying the impromptu massage by her. "You're feeling me up to distract me into not overworking today." She wasn't wrong though that if they wanted to give this their best shot, they probably shouldn't try and take on Fisk face to face. As much as Matt hated to slow down and take any time off, this was a once in a life time gift that Kate was offering. Something that she seemed to want, too.

"... it might be working. Oh, right there." A sore muscle was reached in his back and he leaned into her rubbing it out.