Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want

6

Nina went back to the tower with the new suit, and left it over Homelander's bed. She was used to go in, since the room kept being destroyed and she had to keep asking people to fix it. She wondered if the construction workers didn't think it was weird as well. Of course everybody knew that the building would eventually sustain damage because of the Seven's special abilities, but coming to fix his stuff and replacing his furniture every now and again must have risen some eyebrows. She looked around and saw the table. The poor table. The wood was all scratched, the metal legs were bent. The wall was cracked. Jesus Christ. Nina didn't know who the lucky one was, and to be honest she was a bit jealous about it. She knew what a fake orgasm sounded like, and the moans she heard the night prior were not fake at all. It was his right, of course. The man had the world over his shoulders, he should have fun.

The files he had asked for were on his bedside table. When Homelander asked for them, Nina merely scanned them quickly with her eyes before handing them to him. Now that she had time and he didn't seem to be needing her, she read them. All women, of course. Some had super strength, some had super durability. She giggled. That's why he needed these. He's fucking other heroines. It made sense, maybe they couldn't get pregnant too? Who knows. Nina wanted to know, but how invasive of a question that was. It didn't concern her at all. She sometimes perceived their interactions as pure flirting from his part, sometimes he sounded detached but not at all rude. They were either mixed signals or he was just really friendly to Nina because he needed her to better his image. Either way, it was her job to make him happy, and he probably was. She left his room wondering how many other sleepless nights she would have.

Nina wanted to have some coffee as she didn't have that much sleep the night prior. She went to the cafeteria and ordered something. The first thing she thought about when she tasted the beverage was that Brazil had so much better coffee. The coffee she had was bland, not strong enough to keep her awake. She then decided to take a nap. A quick one. It would be so unprofessional to, but Homelander said that if he needed her, he would call. She got back to her room and locked the door. If she was ever called out she would just say that her boss was her only priority and at that moment, he didn't need any help. She got to her bedroom and threw her purse on the floor, took off her shoes and threw herself and her cellphone over the bed, without getting under the covers. My God. That bed was so soft. It was like floating on a cloud. She didn't even set up an alarm. The hell.

"Nina."

She closed her eyes harder, not wanting to wake up.

"Wake up, Nina."

She sighed. She recognized the voice. She would be fired. She would be back to working at a Walmart. She would be lucky if she could find an apartment to split the rent. With a deeply tired voice she spoke, "yes, sir?"

"You shouldn't be sleeping, you know that, right?"

She turned around and sat on the bed. He was standing right in front of it. He had his hands on his hips, judging her. It would be a comical scene to see if he wasn't so... stunning. Nina always felt a bit underdressed when she was next to him, even when wearing business attire. It was everything, the posture, the half smile. His smell. He always smelled so good.

"Yeah, I know. I'm very sorry, sir. I couldn't get much sleep last night."

He walked to the right side of her bed, and gently touched the bed sheets. "And why is that?"

Nina sighed. She tried to make up a reason. She remained silent that that upset her boss.

"Answer me."

"Ah... well. There was a lot of noise... and the building was shaking."

He raised his eyebrows. "Why didn't you tell anyone?"

"I didn't know if I could.," she looked down, "it's been on for weeks... It usually stops and I'm able to sleep but it went on all night."

"Yeah, it was me. Sorry about that."

"It's okay," she sucked at maintaining eye contact with him being that close, "I'm sorry for sleeping now, I'll go back to work."

"It's fine," he tilted his head, now looking at he bed, while gently caressing it, "it just wasn't the same without you."

"Sir?"

"I told you," he bent over and caressed her cheek, his gloved hand sliding behind her neck and holding her head, "no more sir."

"Okay," she whispered. That was the closest she had ever been to him and it was overwhelming and mesmerizing. His deep voice stroked the most sensitive parts of her brain, it gave her goosebumps. He was perfect, perfect. The kind of perfection that couldn't be seen in movies, a unabashedly horny, attractive man. She felt the weight of one of his knees over the bed, his face getting closer to the point her lips quivered, waiting for a kiss. He kissed her left cheek softly, the tip of his nose gently pressing against her face.

"Nina..." His voice was breathy, filled with arousal.

"Hm...?" She felt like her body didn't obey any commands anymore.

"You never..." His sentence was cut by his little kisses on her cheek. "You never wondered..."

He stopped right by her lips, a few inches of kissing her. Her mouth was half open, and she was completely hypnotized by him. His breathing was erratic, and it seemed like a second took a century. It felt like he would never complete the sentence, but then... he did.

"You never wondered how my cock tastes like?"

Beep.

God.

Nina woke up a bit dizzy. She was facing the ceiling, arms by her side. Of course, of course it wasn't real. It was too good to be true. It felt real, she was in the same position she would be if he were really holding her. But he wasn't there. The door was locked. She got a text. She had forgotten about everything, about her tiredness, about the conversation they had earlier. It was night by the time she woke up, and she felt horrible as she realized that perhaps her boss needed her throughout the afternoon and she was out. Instead of being alert and ready, she was down on her back, with her panties wet, thinking about him. He didn't make the situation any easier but my God, it was so embarrassing to be that attracted to the face of Vought. Even though she knew - and everybody also knew - that he was gorgeous. She closed her eyes and shook her head, then reached for her cellphone.

It was a text. From her internet provider.

He didn't call. He was still out. Good. Nina looked around, and all of her Homelander posters seemed to be looking at her. She took her skirt and her panties off. Fuck it. At least they would have something to stare at.