Burning Passions

Sentiment

Homelander POV

Now I'm not the sentimental type, mind you with her its completely different. For her I was willing to be or at least pretend to be the type. But other then her, everyone else in the world can fucking drop for all I care. Right now anyone and anything that would try and take her away again is dead before they open there fucking mouth. 

"Why don't we head back to my place? Skip the movie and just go to bed, I don't want you to be alone right now," she says. 

Her. Bed. I can't think of anything better. I simply nod, and we fly back to her place, and she doesn't have to say a word when she goes to get changed, because we're so in tune I already know. We're perfect. It makes so much sense. 

Much to my distaste I throw on whosoever clothes are and she comes back out and sits with me on her couch. 

"Are you okay Home?" she asks.

Time to put on a good show

I nod, before I turn on the waterworks and begin to cry. A little at first, just to get my juices flowing, and as I start to cry, she pulls me in and engulfs me in a hug. 

God her touch is so warm, shes so soft and warm. 

I further the waterworks a bit and cry harder, and she begins playing with my hair, ever so gently, I act like its helping and calm down. 

I want to rip her clothes off right now and take her right on this-

"Do you feel any better?" she says. 

I nod. "Much. Thanks Lane," I say. 

She smiles at me, "Lane?," she asks, "I haven't heard that since..." 

She frowns. 

"Since they separated us," I finish. 

She turns more, facing her entire body at me on the couch. Her face one of sincerity and regret. 

"Home, you have to know I never would've left willingly, especially without saying goodbye I-," she explains. 

She starts getting upset, tears building up at the edges of her eyes. I cup her face in my hand. 

"Nonono, I don't blame you Lane. I know you never would've left me, you pinkie promised," I say. 

Her face contorts into a sad smile,

"I never wanted to leave you," she quietly says. 

A single tear falling out of her left eye, which I gentle rub away. 

She lets out a sad laugh, "Aren't I supposed to be the one comforting you?" 

I  smile at her,  "Don't worry, you did. Plus this, just being here with you is comfort enough."

She blushes a bit, and turns away getting a little shy. 

My girl is shy

She gets up and throws away the pizza and empty bottles from earlier. 

"So, you can take my bed for the night and I'll just sleep on the couch," she says. 

Yeah that's so not happening.

"Lane, I'm not going to steal your bed for the night. I can take the couch," I lie. 

I'm getting her exactly where I want. 

"No you need the bed with the events of today," she stubbornly argues back. 

"We're both adults, why don't we share the bed since you won't let me sleep on the couch?" I suggest. 

She lightly blushes a bit.

"Alright fine then, but no complaining if its to warm when my space heater ass turns us into an oven," she says. 

I laugh, genuinely. 

"I'm bulletproof, I think I'll be fine," she rolls her eyes at that before washing her hands and shutting lights off. 

I follow her into her bedroom and I'm surprised. Now ealier when I peaked into her room I, well I didn't give a flying fuck about the room. But now I get to learn all about her. There's books and plants all over the place. Well its organized but there's a lot. There's bookshelves filled with novels, and plants along her windowsill, and scattered about the room, but its organized. 

When we get a house, I'll put a greenhouse in the back for her, and a big garden. I'll even build her a room just for her books. 

She pulls the blanket back and motions for me to get into bed with her, I look over and she puts her arms out motioning for me to come closer. She pulls me in and pulls me close. Is this happening?! Please be happening?

Oh. She's, shes cradling me. This is...new. 

Now I don't mean holding me like a fucking baby. 

My head is laying on her chest and shes playing with my hair, and she's....shes holding me. 

Caringly. This is, this is different.  I'm so close to her tits, but I don't even care right now. 

This is heaven. Actually whenever we fuck will be heaven, this is second heaven. 

"I'm sorry about Translucent," she says quietly. 

I'm so glad he's dead right now. 

"It's okay, can you just? Can you keep holding me?" I say, I almost beg. I've never begged. 

She smiles. "Of course, always."

This time I hold her too. She kisses me, just on the top of my head, before she drifts off to sleep, and I actually fall asleep too. 

Mine.