The Intervention

The Fall

A loving brush of fingers against my face pulls me out of restful sleep. Warm sunlight and an even warmer Martian greet my sleepy eyes. J'onn graces me with a soft kiss to my forehead.

"How are you feeling?"

That is a very good question. My body is beyond sore, the ghost of his touch still marking my body in places he's not even touching. In other words I'm sore and sated.

"Splendidly satiated J'onn."

J'onn sits back as I stretch out on the bed, my joints popping as I regain full functionality of my body.

"Come, you need to be fed."

"Hmmmm? You made breakfast?"

"After last night it's the least I could do." He has that guilty look on his face.

"J'onn.. You know I have absolutely no protest to any mark you leave on me when we tumble in bed right? Please don't feel guilty again."

He silently picks me up to carry me to the kitchen with the covers wrapped around me. I read his mind along the way, understanding exactly what he is feeling.

It is a pride mixed guilt, his male ego stroked at having given me mind numbing pleasure is tampered down with concern for my wellbeing.

When I compare myself with him, I can see his reasoning. All the marks I left on him have already faded away while his marks have just reached their full bloom across my skin.

I wrap my arms around his neck giving him a tight hug.

"J'onn, there's nothing to feel guilty over. You know how I feel."

"You test my control little one, I might hurt you without intending to."

"Don't tell me you didn't enjoy it."

J'onn folds himself onto the sofa keeping my on his lap. A spread of pop tarts, bread, cheese and tea arranged on the low table in front of us.

"I relish every moment I spend with you." he quietly confirms.

"But? I sense a but somewhere in there."

A wistful smile breaks out on his face. "But I fear harming you."

"J'onn, I don't trust anyone the way I trust you both with my heart and my body. You know I love each touch during and after the heat of the moment so don't worry. If ever you're causing me pain I'll be sure to scream it at you loud enough to snap you out of your lust blackened eyes."

I hold up a pop tart to him another already making its way into my mouth.

"Eat J'onn."

He presses another loving kiss to temple before taking up the offered tart. We finish breakfast together, both of us basking in each others presence knowing he'll have to leave in a few hours.

"I should probably get dressed." I idly think out loud, tracing absurd patterns on his arm.

"Hmm yes."

"Bed covers make excellent clothes."

J'onn chuckles as he sets me on my feet. "Go, I will clear this up."

I press a kiss to his angular cheek, leaving him to the task. By the time I emerge freshened up in a turtleneck and shorts, J'onn has cleaned away breakfast, sporting his superhero costume.

"You need to go don't you?"

"Yes."

Wrapping my arms around his neck I tug him down to press a kiss to his mouth. His arms encircle my back, rubbing up the full length of my back in one warm, affectionate sweep.