My Love, My Dove

Chapter 5

Check. Check. Signature. Check.

Paperwork was always the same. I check the type of heroic act. Type out the report, sign at the bottom. Problem is its always needing to be so damn detailed. On this street this day at this time. This was the damage, these were the people involved. I just wish I could be a hero without having to make it a chore.

A knock at the door disrupts my current train of thought. Probably another stack of papers, "Come in" I groan propping my head up on my desk signing another document.

"Hey-" I immediately look up realizing it's her, "I was hoping we could talk"

"Of course" I set down my pen to give her my full attention.

She looked nervous. I barely heard the door lock clicked closed behind her, "Its...about the other day"

"What about it?" I raise an eyebrow

"Not yesterday but...the night after dinner" she mumbled moving towards my desk

Oh shit, "Oh uh...yeah. You know I'm really sorry about all that. I should have been more responsible and not let you drink-"

"Keigo!" her palms slammed onto my desk startling me out of my embarrassed stupor

"Yes?" I try to suppress my reaction seeing her leg prop up on my desk helping her crawl across it.

"I want you" she hummed unbuttoned her top to show her undergarments beneath.

Every ounce of restraint I had drained from me. I easily pulled her from the desk and into my lap hands landing on her thighs. The way she straddled me the tight skirt she wore rode up to her hips exposing her squishy thighs.

Her hands landed on my chest practically pulling me in. I just wanted to live in this moment. Her lips hovered over mine just a fraction of a centimeter away.

My alarm blared waking me from a dead sleep drool pooled on the side of my face. I take my tired fury out on the little clock slamming the snooze button probably a little too hard.

I don't know if I should revel in that dream or be sickened by it. Should I be appreciative or fucking pissed it didn't get any farther.

It took far too much willpower not to roll back over and hope my dream picks up where it left off.

A shit morning lead into a shit day with a morning interview. What's worse is there was no chance to get good coffee so I got to have their office shit. No sugar or creamer. Black coffee tasted even more bitter than usual today, maybe it was because of the slightly burnt flavor that accompanied it.

Finally a whole 5 minutes before I went on set I found out its not going to be edited but a live recording, because fuck me I guess. Pam looked just as pissed but couldn't change it in time.

I thought it would be fine though as I was all smiles walking out on stage. I greeted the interview as it started. Interviews are easy, I'm a hero. I do my thing.

This interview was more than my hero work though. The questions grew more invasive until she seemed to find my breaking point.

"Rumor has it not only have you been busy with your hero work but out on the town with a special lady" the interviewer ooed

I felt my eye twitch. Are you fucking kidding me? I'm a prohero. I'm not here to give you the latest juicy gossip! "You caught me, I went out with my girlfriend" I chuckle a bit too forced

"What is she like to have attracted the number 2 hero?"

I shift awkwardly, I was not trained for this, "Well she very supportive of my career even though it means I don't get to see her often. You'll see in my statistics for the year I've had a dramatic incline of out of district cases" I try to divert