The Intervention

The Embrace

Sometime in the night the soft sound of footsteps penetrate my sleep and a heavy hand falls onto my shoulder, gently rubbing my back. The bed dips at my waist as the hand brushes up my neck, moving my hair out of my face. A firm press of lips pull me out of my sleep just as J'onn pulls away. My arm shoots out to grip his hand.

'Stay.'

J'onn sits back down on the bed, his cape, red cross and boots dematerializing as he slips under the covers pulling me to his chest.

His warmth pulls a whimper from my lips just as his arm settles comfortably across my waist. The steady rise and fall of his breathing brushes his bare chest against my back, the silk of my night dress teasing my skin which is coming alive in his proximity. J'onn presses a kiss to the back of my neck his mind whispering apologies.

'You don't have to apologize, I know what you're dealing with.'

"Look at me." he requests softly, his voice in the quiet night sending shivers through my body.

I turn to face him, knowing we already crossed the line the minute he climbed into my bed.

"I was at a social gathering with the founding members tonight and Diana forced me to realize something."

J'onn wraps his arms around me, pulling me flush to his chest, my body barely half the width of his. He cards his fingers through my hair as he continues his thoughts.

"She told me I was living in the past when I had already been blessed with a future. I realized she was correct when I saw you sleeping." he traces my eyes, his thumb brushing over my lip. "You look so fragile, your mind uneasy, full of self blame. It was not my intention to hurt you."

"J'onn," I'm silenced by his finger coming close to my mouth.

"J'onn.." I breathe out to him.

His fingers fold under my chin, gently turning my face up to meet his. His thumb runs slowly over my bottom lip making it tingle as my body becomes overly sensitive. The tremble in my body causes his free hand to splay at my lower back. The heat making me arch up, my lips parting under his finger.

J'onn's red eyes darken, his body demanding I yield to him. It must be a Martian biological behavior but being human doesn't make me immune to it. I catch a memory of his which I unwittingly recreate.

I turn my face slightly to the left, baring the long column of my neck to J'onn.

The reaction in instantaneous.

J'onn J'onzz, breath flying in sharply tightening his fingers at my waist, attacks my neck.

I let out a keening whimper, hands clutching at his biceps as he zeroes in on my weak spot, his teeth worrying the skin while his tongue runs soothingly over it. Like all things with J'onn, its dizzyingly too much.

He releases my neck memorizing the wrecked sound leaving my throat as he firmly turns my head in the opposite direction. Knowing what's coming doesn't prepare me in the least as he once again latches onto my neck.

My body surrenders to him without my conscious effort and J'onn seems to notice instantly. He doesn't pause as he guides me beneath his large frame, effectively pinning me down.

I whimper under him, every sensation bordering on the wrong side of too much even though all he's done so far is tease my throat and cover me.

'J'onn!'

J'onn slows his ravaging, his touch changing till it soothes me more than it arouses me. His arm props him over my head, the fingers of his free hand gently grazing my lips, his thoughts clear as he works out the mechanics of kissing.