Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want

33

"How do you fly?"

He was looking outside, through her window. The windows were tinted, the lights were dimmed, and no one from outside could see his naked body. He did that once in a while, usually from the conference room. But now, in Nina's room, it felt a bit different. He wasn't thinking about work, he wasn't thinking about the Seven or his image. He just wondered if the people on those lit windows of buildings felt as good as he did at that moment. Maybe it was impossible to.

"Hm?", he said, without turning around.

"I always wondered how you do it," Nina said, admiring his naked body. He was skinnier than what people thought, of course, but he was perfect. His big hands, his waist, his shoulders, his back. His cute butt. All perfect.

"What do you mean?"

"Do you think of something?"

He smiled, still looking out the window. "I just think about flying, and then I do it."

He opened his arms slightly, palms open. She watched as he floated gently a foot off the ground, the soles of his feet facing her. It was such a gracious move, he floated like an angel would. She smiled at the scene.

"Come back to bed, baby."

He descended as graciously as he floated and complied. He walked to her bed and laid on it. She was hidden in between the sheets, with her head sticking out and it was adorable. They were both on their sides. He stroked her face as she looked around and giggled. He started to giggle, not understanding why she had that reaction.

"What?"

"The Homelander posters."

He took a look around, and laughed. "Do you think the posters are judging us?"

"Yeah," she chuckled. "But not just that... you know."

"No, I actually don't," he said, softly.

"Man... I always had a crush on you," she admitted. "Since I was a teenager."

"Oh, I know that" he seemed proud. His blue eyes were glistening. "What do the posters have to do with it?"

"Well... you're hot... and..."

"And...?"

"Well, I was a horny teenager and..."

"...and you used to masturbate to them?", he smiled. He liked where the conversation was going.

She nodded. They were fully naked, they had just had sex, but it was still embarrassing for her to admit it. "Yeah."

"I'm sure it was a long time ago."

"Three days ago."

It made him blush a bit. He hoped she wouldn't notice it. "Well, that's good taste."

"Thank you, John," she said. "I'm sure you also had your fun with the women you had here."

"I mean... yeah. Kind of," he pouted. He knew she knew. "But I stopped when you came in."

"And why was that?"

He shook his head slightly, "well, it didn't feel good fucking people thinking of you."

She raised her eyebrows, "tell me more."

"You know I have super hearing, right Nina? I could hear you masturbate."

She covered her face. He knew all along. She giggled nervously. He was enchanted by it.

"Every night you did it, I could hear you. Every single moan," he played with a curl of her hair that was poking out of her sheet cocoon. "And it made me so horny, all the time."

"I have needs too, you know..."

"Then you came to my room and listened to me fucking someone else."

"Oh, God. You saw me?"

"I saw you through the wall. You were so wet I could smell it."

Her embarrassed smile said it all: he knew about everything, and she did a bad job concealing it.

"Well, John. That's embarrassing, isn't it?"

"Which one of us is more embarrassing?"

"I think the two of us are."

The sun was starting to shine behind him, through the big windows. It was morning. They had lost the track of time. Nina yawned.

"God. We have to go to work in a couple of hours."

"No we don't."

"We do."

"I'm your boss, remember?", he yawned, perhaps because she did the same. "You don't have to."

"Yeah, but what about you?"

"I don't have to do anything I don't want to. And right now, I really don't want to get out of bed."

They hugged. Even after sweating a lot, she could never smell bad. One of the reasons not to leave the bed was that he could have her scent with him. After having that disgusting shapeshifter over him, he wanted to cherish the smell as much as possible. She kissed his forehead.

"So you're taking the day off?"

"Yes, and you are too."

"What are we gonna do all day?"

"Fuck." He was still horny, he wanted more. But he knew she was probably tired.

"Besides fucking," she smiled, a bit embarrassed. "We could always watch a movie."

"One of mine?"

"No, John. I've seen your movies enough," she giggled. "Another movie."

"Wait," he raised his eyebrows, "don't you like my movies?"

"I do. But you need to watch something else, blondie."

He sighed, "the horror."

"Your ego is a big as your dick is."

He smiled, so proud of himself. "Big, isn't it?"

"Yeah. You have a big cock, boss," she admitted. "I was surprised."

"How so?", he said, comically offended.

"Well, the muscles are fucking fake," she shrugged. "So I had no way to tell how big your dick would be."

"You had the lowest of expectations, huh?"

"No!", she frowned, giggling, "I just didn't think it would be as big as it was."

"You managed to be more beautiful than I was expecting," he said, now a solemn tone to his voice. "Way more."

"It was the boobs, isn't it?"

He chuckled, "no, but the boobs definitely helped."

He was so sweet. Even while being a pervert. There was something about him. His blue eyes had some tenderness once in a while that was difficult to describe. She took a good look at him and he started to make funny faces to make her giggle. He was so gorgeous, all the time. Even when he widened his eyes and put his tongue out, there was no one like him. Butcher couldn't be right. Neither Maeve or Starlight. Nina understood that he couldn't please everyone, but that was to be human. And John was human as he could be, even being the most powerful Supe in the world.

Nina stretched. "We should shower."

"Together?"

"Oh my God, already?", Nina raised her eyebrows.

"Ready for round two. Or three. Or five. We do have all day."