Burning Passions

Touch Me

I fly home, and I'm exhausted both physically and mentally, I strip out of my bloody suit, and into the shower, washing the blood and ash out of my hair. Once I'm out and dressed I take the photo of Farah, and frame it in my bedroom. For guilt, remorse, or a reminder, that I don't know. But I take comfort in knowing that I took them out. I go to the fridge and grab a bottle of wine and take it to the couch. I sit there just drinking it a bit, finishing a bottle and starting another.  I turn on the tv and the News comes on, and that's when I see there was a plane crash. No survivors. And then I see him, his eyes teary and voice pained as he explains that he could've saved them, had he had the chance. 

God Poor Home, first Translucent and now this. 

I grab my phone out of my room and call him. It rings for a bit before he picks up. 

Homelander POV

I've been sitting here for hours waiting for her to call, text, or anything. I wasn't told the details of her mission but damn is it taking forever. I see it ring and my heart flutters, its her. I let it ring a little before picking up. 

"Hey Home, I'm so sorry I just got in and saw the news, are you okay?" she asks concerned. 

Her voice seems different then usual. It's probably the wine. 

"Yeah, I'm alright. Just frustrated that I could've done something, but they won't let us help," I say, half feigning concern. 

I hear her breath deeply on her end of the phone, chest rising and falling. 

"Well I'm about a bottle in to some wine, I've got beer in the fridge if you wanna try to drink and forget for a little while," she offers. 

I chuckle lowly at that. 

"I'd love to, but if so I'm sleeping over again. Don't wanna get a DUI for flying," I say. 

She laughs at that, god I could get drunk on that laugh.

"Sounds like a plan, I'll even break out the whiskey if your feeling it to," she says, "I'll see you in a bit." 

I smile. 

"See you," I hang up the phone and stand. 

I smile for a minute and just look at her, having a few minutes to kill. God she's perfect, seeing her shower just made me want her even more. I thought about squeezing one out but I have to be ready for her if the opportunity arises. 

I fly over to her door and I knock and she opens with a smile giving me a tight hug. Obviously already a little buzzed.  

"Well hello to you too," I smile. 

She looks down at my suit, drinking more wine. 

"I'm gonna take you clothes shopping, this cannot be all you wear," she says. 

I feign offence. 

"I happen to like my uniform," I explain. 

 I grab the clothes from the night before, which she must've washed. 

I sit next to her, and take a good look at her. Her skin is looks soft, and her cheeks are rosey against her skin. She has a bit of a tan, her shirt hanging off one shoulder as she sips her wine. 

I grab a beer and take a good gulp of it. Drinking takes a while to effect either of us, if it does at all. She leans her head on my shoulder and I can smell her, deeply. Its a mix of wildfire and vanilla, destructive yet sweet, just like her. 

She inhales deeply, almost brokenly. God where did they send her. 

When I watched her shower, I could see the layer of ash and blood melt off of her. 

"Are you okay?" I ask. 

My question appears to break her, and she shakes her head no, and she begins crying. 

I'm filled with this sharp pain in my chest, this urge to hold her close, this feeling of, of protection. I don't know whats happening to me. 

I scoop her into my arms without hesitation. Putting her legs over mine and sitting her on my lap. She buries her head into my neck and lets it out. 

I could feel her breath against my neck, her lips close, but why isn't it making me hard. Before this would've, but now I'm filled with...concern? 

I rub the back of her head gently, making my movements as soft as possible. 

"Hey, its okay. I'm here, I'm here. I'm not going anywhere," I say softly. 

She sits up and looks at me. Drying her eyes, god shes perfect when shes crying to. She looks into my eyes, deeply and longingly. She looks from my eyes to my lips, and to my eyes again. God she's so close. Her ass is over my crotch. 

She leans in and kisses me.

Finally. 

Her lips are soft, softer then I ever could've imagined. 

She pulls away, shocked by herself. Shit I was so stunned I forgot to kiss back. 

I pull her in by the back of her neck and our lips collide. We move in sync, perfect for one another. Shes perfect and now she's mine. 

She turns her body, not breaking our kissing, and she straddles me. 

And good God is she warm, she's so fucking warm. 

Now I've made out with plenty of women, but always for a fast fuck, nothing real. This is real, this is eternal. 

Her tongue slipping into my mouth, us fighting for who's in charge. I'm always in charge, but I'd give in, I'd beg for her. Her fingers tangled in the back out my hair, lightly tugging at it. 

Fuck I'm hard. 

I break the kiss, lightly tilting her head and kissing down her exposed neck and shoulder and she lets out a sigh. She backs up starts kissing me again roughly, before she tugs at my shirt which she rips off, before kissing my neck and her hands wander my chest and shoulders, pulling me closer, practically arching into me. 

I pick her up, keeping her legs wrapped around me, not breaking our kiss and speed into her room and onto her bed. She pulls off her shirt, and pulls me back on top of her. 

"Touch me," she says.