This is, admittedly, the unfortunate pace of a New York lawyer (who could have and probably should have been a butcher). Thankfully, Midge gets the picture and Foggy finds himself relieved and a little bit taken by the offering. Foggy certainly doesn't help in making his life easier — he could do that with a few more high profile cases (or one fewer Catholic partners) — but he's always felt better having his feet fully on the ground; a high corner office doesn't usually allow for that.
Thankfully, Foggy has a brand of local magic that stems from his good relationships around town. He doesn't take more than a few minutes to spring Matt who gets released into Foggy's care. Little worse for wear, but lacking his cane and sporting a few cuts and scrapes, he's given a firm but quiet lecture amidst his apologies and then Foggy puts him in a cab and sends him on his way.
It feels late and as he watches the taillights on the cab retreating, he turns his attention back to Midge and splays his hands.
"Not too bad, but that guy needs to get himself a few more friends with bail money," he jokes quietly, all the while looking twice as apologetic as he had earlier. "I'd call him a menace if he hadn't made this possible," Foggy adds, gesturing between the two of them before carefully and slowly stepping into her personal space. Despite the disappointments, he can't deny getting to spend any time with Midge's vibrancy is a boon. It creates a soft smile and he reaches out to sneak a grip around her hand, urging her even closer.
"You're really going to let me see you again, huh?" Because after all this, he is a bit surprised she's not at least a little put off. "I will make it up to you. No interruptions next time. Promise."
If anything, tonight served as a confirmation that she made the right choice in picking Foggy over Matt. Matt’s a very good-looking man, but his life seems like a mess. What kind of a blind man picks a fight? Foggy, by comparison, looked extremely confident as he talked up the police officers and got Matt released. He made it seem so easy, and frankly, that was very attractive.
“I know who I’m calling the next time I get arrested.” She’s joking… maybe. If she does ever call Foggy to bail her out, she’ll at least pay him back.
When he moves closer to her, she can feel her heartbeat start to pick up. “Of course,” Midge replies. “Tonight was an adventure, wasn’t it? But I’m going to hold you to that promise.”
He’s close enough for her to lean in and press her lips gently to his. It’s a bold move, but she doesn’t think he’ll mind.
Not unlike Midge, Foggy can sense the way anticipation is building within his limbs. They feel heavy, unwilling to move any direction other than nearer to this beautifully patient woman. Skin warmed by their proximity, he finds himself holding his breath a second before their lips meet.
Pressed together, lips meeting sweetly, Foggy can't help but drown in the blooming flutters tickling his insides. His mouth matches hers in enthusiasm, borrowing light pressure and searching for that perfect angle. His arms link around her and squeezes gently, lifting her and pulling her more readily against him. And when he breaks free, he's appropriately breathless, laughing and holding her still, but near-timid about how little he wants to let go.
"You made the night feel adventurous. If I would have been alone, it would have just been depressing," he says, softly. "I'm excited to see where we'll go next."
It’s a good kiss, one that sends shivers down her spine while simultaneously making her feel flushed. When he wraps his arms around her, her hands instinctively go to his chest, toying with the lapels of his jacket as they kiss. She’s reluctant to pull away except for anything other than breathing, and stays close even after they part.
“Glad I could make bailing your friend out of jail fun,” she says with a smile. “Hopefully I can have you all to myself next time though.”
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Thankfully, Foggy has a brand of local magic that stems from his good relationships around town. He doesn't take more than a few minutes to spring Matt who gets released into Foggy's care. Little worse for wear, but lacking his cane and sporting a few cuts and scrapes, he's given a firm but quiet lecture amidst his apologies and then Foggy puts him in a cab and sends him on his way.
It feels late and as he watches the taillights on the cab retreating, he turns his attention back to Midge and splays his hands.
"Not too bad, but that guy needs to get himself a few more friends with bail money," he jokes quietly, all the while looking twice as apologetic as he had earlier. "I'd call him a menace if he hadn't made this possible," Foggy adds, gesturing between the two of them before carefully and slowly stepping into her personal space. Despite the disappointments, he can't deny getting to spend any time with Midge's vibrancy is a boon. It creates a soft smile and he reaches out to sneak a grip around her hand, urging her even closer.
"You're really going to let me see you again, huh?" Because after all this, he is a bit surprised she's not at least a little put off. "I will make it up to you. No interruptions next time. Promise."
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“I know who I’m calling the next time I get arrested.” She’s joking… maybe. If she does ever call Foggy to bail her out, she’ll at least pay him back.
When he moves closer to her, she can feel her heartbeat start to pick up. “Of course,” Midge replies. “Tonight was an adventure, wasn’t it? But I’m going to hold you to that promise.”
He’s close enough for her to lean in and press her lips gently to his. It’s a bold move, but she doesn’t think he’ll mind.
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Pressed together, lips meeting sweetly, Foggy can't help but drown in the blooming flutters tickling his insides. His mouth matches hers in enthusiasm, borrowing light pressure and searching for that perfect angle. His arms link around her and squeezes gently, lifting her and pulling her more readily against him. And when he breaks free, he's appropriately breathless, laughing and holding her still, but near-timid about how little he wants to let go.
"You made the night feel adventurous. If I would have been alone, it would have just been depressing," he says, softly. "I'm excited to see where we'll go next."
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“Glad I could make bailing your friend out of jail fun,” she says with a smile. “Hopefully I can have you all to myself next time though.”