The Intervention

Healing

The smell of rain and warmth tug me out of my heavy sleep. Red eyes meet mine, green fingers caressing down my back in rhythm to my breathing.

He looks heartbreakingly beautiful in this moment, my mind caught up in his, his quiet thoughts and soft breathing capturing all my senses.

In a typical reaction to trauma I press my mouth against his, seeking to replace my terrible memories with something pleasant.

J'onn doesn't stop me. His rougher mouth parts mine, tongue sweeping in and tasting me. There's no hurried, all consuming hunger in this moment. He pulls away to press a kiss to my forehead, eyes assessing my reactions. His kisses follow a path down my forehead to my ear, gently breathing in before running his tongue along the edge of my ear.

Heat fills my body as soft sounds escape my parted lips.

He works lower, wet kisses and brushes of teeth causing me to arch against his chest. My hands latch onto his shoulders, thoroughly caught up in his slow teasing.

This feels like the slowest he's ever gone with me. I understand his motives, he's making sure I can tell the difference between the present moment and what happened to me.

His large hands trace warm trails down my back and he carefully turns over, pulling me on top of him. The bed covers pool around my hips, giving me another anchor to ground myself with.

J'onn eases away from my throat and places my hands on his chest.

"Touch me as you please." his voice surrounds me.

This is the alien who entered my life and brought about so much change, loss and happiness. My fingers map the side of his angular face, over his pronounced brow, the dark lining around his eyes, sharp cheekbones and ever frowning lips.

His red eyes stare at mine with sadness clouding them.

"I have caused you so much grief. Forgive me."

"No, you haven't J'onn," I press a kiss to silence his protests. "it was only a matter of time."

He rolls us over till he's looming over me, his fingers carding through my hair and watching the emotions flicker across my face.

I'm a mess of emotions. I want to cry for my loss, shout at J'onn due to the unfairness of it all but I mostly want to forget. And the best way to forget is to have my mind blanked out by pleasure.

J'onn probably reads this off me, he reacts by kissing me. The kiss gets heated in seconds, his hands roaming my body, teasing along the way till I react to him.

Moans and whimpers fill the air as he teases me, thick fingers seeking my entrance. He rubs my wetness into me, working my body till I've got my eyes closed, hips following his fingers for relief.

He presses a finger into me just as I'm crying for more. The thick digit triggers my climax, J'onn works me through my release till I've peaked again.

After all I endured with Grod's men, I want to feel myself belong to someone who loves me. I want to be claimed by J'onn. I want his touch, his essence to brand me till he's all that I remember.

He shushes my cries, guides my hands to his chest and presses his thighs under mine. One hand cups my face.

"Look at me, love."

The other hand splays my thighs further apart across his waist.

He waits till I focus on him and slowly pushes his length into me. The minute I tense, he pauses. It's the slowest he's ever gone to fill me up.

When he's finally in me, he pauses again despite my mumbled protests. 

"Hush, I've got you."

"J'onn.. Please.. Move."

Gentle thrusts pick up the pace, his hold never restricting my movements, I grab onto him, kissing and biting into his throat. His eyes don't change colour the way they did before. They remain the shade of red I first found myself lost in.

I tighten around J'onn and he reacts as he's always done. His pace picks and he his grip changes to angle me better before he goes for my neck and thrusts into me till I explode around him.

He keeps his pace through my rippling contractions, pulling another release out of me before he finally tenses with a groan and warm liquid shoots into me.

Red eyes search my face, scanning me, reading my mind, searching for what I need.

The large Martian gently eases himself out of me, his essence trapped inside me, filling me with an odd sense of peace. He presses a kiss to my forehead once more.

"You are mine."

I am his. 

I don't want to belong to anyone else.

He pulls the covers over us and tucks my head under his chin. I close my eyes, feeling the ghost of his touch all over me and his seed seated inside my belly. 

There is the fleeting thought of a child born of Earth and Mars, but the thought frizzles out and sleep darkens my world.