The human torch's flame

Chapter 16

The walk was silent but it didn't feel awkward. At least not to you. Johnny walked beside you. It was an uneventful walk and rather cold but it was cut short when you came to your flat. When you entered in the living room, Johnny jumped on the couch as you headed towards your room.

"What you're not going to bed now, are you?"

"Why not?"

"Come on. I'd like to talk. After all I am going to stay in the same place as you for at least a fortnight. I'm allowed to know more." You raised an eyebrow. Johnny made room for you on the couch than patted the place next to him. You sat down and looked Johnny in the eye.

"So what do you want to know?" You asked.

"I dunno. What do you do for a living?"

You shock your head "I am not talking to you about my job."

"Fine." He raised his arms in the air, in desperation. And just for a second, he revealed his abs and muscular stomach. You stopped yourself from blushing. Johnny took off his shoes and sat facing you on the sofa. He didn't seem to have noticed. You mirrored his movements and faced him.

"How good are you in bed?"

Your eyes widened at the question. You gulped down and answered, in the most level voice you could muster; "Not your business."

He leaned forwards. His face only inches away from yours. His hand was on your hip and lightly pushed your shirt upwards, revealing bare skin. He gently pushed you towards him. He looked down at your lips then back to your eyes. And in a deep voice, he said, "I could make it my business."

You could feel your heart pounding against your chest. You pushed Johnny's hands away and then, toying with him, just as he had with you. You pushed him back against the couch's arm-rest. Your eyes were peering into his and your body was inches from his. You leaned so close that you were sharing the same air. For a second you were tempted to kiss him.

All you needed to do was lean down and feel his lips on yours but you stopped yourself. Scolding yourself and telling yourself not to get caught up in the game. You could feel Johnny's hands slip through your shirt and push you towards him.

You shifted your head and whispered in his ear; "Nice try but no."

Johnny let go of you and you sat up again, laughing. Johnny was blushing; a sight you thought you would never see. That only made you laugh harder.

"Stop it." Johnny said. You stopped laughing but grinned like a madman. You stood up and got yourself some water.

"Want anything?" you asked Johnny pointing to your drink.

He muttered something under his breath and if you were any good at lip reading you could have guessed it was 'you'. However, that could be merely wishful thinking.

"What was that?" You asked

"Water, please." He answered.

"What other questions do you have in mind other than 'love' related or work related?" You asked while pouring him a glass of water.

"Fine. How long have you been staying here?"

"A year."

Johnny then proceeded to ask you about lots of favourites. Favourite food, drink, superhero, job( your refused to answer that one.) activity, and whatever else you can think of. He prop ably wouldn't remember any of this tomorrow so you gave him random details about yourself. Your favourite tic and thing to do when you wake up. By the time you started feeling tired, you were so at ease with Johnny that it was like you had known him for more than you actually had (witch was like a week).

Johnny rinsed the glasses and put them back in place. You smiled and walked out of the living room into your room. You slipped on your favourite loose Pjs and then brought the covers in the living room for Johnny.

"Nice jamas. Though you won't need them tonight." Johnny said with a flirtatious wink.

"Get that idea out of your mind." You answered as you lay the covers on the couch. Johnny grinned as you walked away and back to your bedroom. "Or at least out of my flat."

You could practically hear Johnny's smirk become wider: "Night"

"Night" you answered as you closed the door and went to sleep.

I
You woke up sweating. Your pjs now felt annoyingly sticky. You vaguely remembered things for the dream that had woken you up. Bombs. Brooklyn. Bridge.
You crawled out of bed and walked towards the living room.

Careful not to wake the human torch, you opened your closet and brought out all the things you needed to help you sleep. Witch would be items to make a bomb. There was something about creating a highly explosive and dangerous weapon that was strangely calming and restful for you. Some people like the occasional cup of cacao to get to bed. That cup of cacao for you was building a bomb.

You set all the items out on the table, not bothering to wear a blouse or even gloves to protect your skin from the chemicals you used in the bomb. You had done the moves so many times. It was a routine and your hands could work without you even thinking. Making bombs was just as easy as blinking an eye.

At least... for you.

Your hands placed the chemicals in the metal shell of the bomb. You slowly lifted something you like to call 'fortifier' and covered the inner she'll in it. You then sealed the inner shell. As you were about to move on to a more mechanical part, you started to feel someone's gaze on your back. That annoying feeling you have someone's watching you that you have every time you are doing something that isn't 'right' or 'safe'.

Once the feeling cannot be described as only and purely superstition, you turned around to face a fully awake man sitting on the couch with wide eyes. Johnny. Oh.oh.