Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want

40

Nina flew to Washington D.C. with headphones and a sleep mask. She was the only one who didn't notice there was a Supe flying very close to the plane. Homelander didn't tell her how he would go to D.C., or at what time he would. Ashley told him where Nina would be staying, as it was a work trip, the hotel and the ticket were paid by Vought. She was very independent of course, and assertive, but Homelander hated to remember how fragile she was compared to the shapeshifters. He thoroughly enjoyed being next to her, eating, watching movies and fucking, but he wasn't around just because of that. It was because if someone ever hurt her, it would break his heart. After Stormfront's death, Homelander was haunted by the fact that he couldn't prevent her fate. He didn't love her anymore, it wasn't about longing for her, it was about guilt. She cared about him, even if her ideas were misguided. He couldn't make her feel loved, and it ended on her taking her own life. Now with the shapeshifter, these feelings that he had buried resurfaced. And with that, the fear of losing Nina started to bother him. She wouldn't understand why...

She wouldn't understand lots of things.

Nina arrived at the hotel and made some calls. It was still early, and she could sleep a bit. She had to be at the White House at 11:30 am, and the hotel was relatively close. She though about calling Homelander, but he was always on time for everything. His pride would probably not let him take a ride on a government car, so he would probably show up afterwards. She put on her best black suit, loafers, and light makeup. Nina loved red lipsticks, but wearing a warm shade of pink was probably the best option. She put her hair in a bun, and dreaded going out in the cold. She didn't feel particularly beautiful that day, only a bit tired and nervous. She had never met a president before, not from Brazil or anywhere else. Even though she knew what to say, it was impossible not to feel uneasy. She knew what to do, and Homelander did too. They were meant to rehearse the meeting again earlier that day, but she ended up sucking his cock. Nina blushed at the thought, putting on gloves and a giant gray coat over her outfit. She would never get used to the cold.

As the bulletproof car drove Nina to the White House, she started to realize she was nervous because Homelander wasn't there. He was always so confident, and people always respected him. Even people who absolutely hated him respected his authority. Nina was confident enough, but sometimes she needed a little push. She was a teacher and the worst thing that could happen was always saying something wrong in English. She always told her students that people mostly don't care about wrong words here and there while talking to a foreigner, but the native speaker she was going to meet was anything but ordinary. Now she was sitting on the backseat of a car that was also used by leaders of other countries and many powerful people. She had big shoes to fill and even when she messed up, Homelander always assured her it was okay, and that she didn't have to worry. The Secret Service was all over the building, they searched Nina's purse, and cleared her entrance. It was a bit scary seeing these people with rifles and earplugs whispering to each other, but it was probably what happened daily to anyone who visited. Nina felt just a bit of relief when she saw the President. The most powerful person on Earth, surrounded by heavily armed soldiers.

It would be so much better if John was here.

The moment Nina thought about him, he arrived. Always as a gush of wind, never low-key. He landed right beside her, which made the wind flow through her hair. The President smiled, and Nina turned to look at him. She would never get tired of seeing him, not just in the suit, but in general. He was so gorgeous and trying to imagine him was always a disservice to his marvelousness. He was impossible to describe with words, and even if more words were created, they wouldn't be enough. Nina turned to shake the President's hand, and then... John's. They stared at each other for a second before shaking hands, his eyes seemed to stare at her soul. It was something she never really got used to. He had big, expressive blue eyes, and they looked really tender that day. Their skin didn't touch, since both were wearing gloves, and it was such a weird, mechanic handshake, considering that they saw each other naked almost every day.

"How are you doing?", he asked, his voice always so velvety and seductive.

"Fine." Nina smiled, thinking about their moment earlier and how she wanted to be alone with him again. "I'm glad you're here, sir."

He hated to pretend, he hated to be called sir by Nina. But nothing mattered at that moment. She was there and she was safe. He flew with the plane to be sure that she was alright during her flight. He tried not to be seen, because he knew she wouldn't approve. She got to the hotel safely and it was enough for him. He tried to distract himself, he flew around, he even thought about causing some minor incident just to have something to do while she was sleeping and getting ready. Nothing could prepare him for how she would look. Nina was Nina, but Nina also looked wonderful. The curly hair in a bun, the suit. He wanted to hold her and smell her neck, taking a deep breath as he always did. Unfortunately, it would be extremely impolite and he knew that if he did that, she would be a little upset. He knew it was ridiculous, they had slept together and they had fun earlier in the morning, it wasn't like he was away from her for long. Seeing her was the best part of his day, every day.

They walked around the White House a bit, the President showed them some works of art, other president portraits, the House pets. It was all cozy and it was warmer inside, which made Nina feel comfortable. John on the other hand, could not pay attention to anything but her. The Oval Office was beautiful, but smaller in person. Nina still thought that she didn't have any reason to be there, that she wasn't that important. Homelander stared at her beauty. As soon as they arrived, the President had to excuse himself to take an urgent call and they were left alone for a bit. Nina organized her talking points silently and Homelander smiled at her, noticing she was in deep thought. She looked at him and noticed the stare. She smiled.

"What is it?"

"You look wonderful," he said, softly. His eyes were sparkling.

"You too," she sighed. He was so godlike, still. She usually would say more, but she was probably nervous. He would always say how beautiful she was, because it was the kind of thing that he couldn't keep it in.

He looked at the table, and thought about fingering her there and the conversation they had about it. Nina looked away, then looked at him. He motioned his head and smirked. She raised her eyebrows, not understanding what he meant, and he pouted.

"The table is there," he whispered, "we are here..."

"What?", she asked, a bit baffled, before realizing what he meant.

"You know what."

"John!", she called him out comically, she tried to be serious but she failed. "We came here to talk about a Vought deal, okay?"

"I can make you cum so quick-"

She leaned over and covered his mouth. He was a filthy animal sometimes. It made her chuckle and she hoped there weren't any wires or anything that would allow the Secret Service to hear such degeneracy.

"No, John," whispered Nina. "We won't fuck over the Oval Office table."