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Post by Slim on Jun 9, 2021 19:50:09 GMT -7
A communications grad-to-be who was putting off the last bits of studying for her last final. An intern for a mid-size grill company who was scouting around for good advertising opportunities & partners. A c-tier villain with an old grudge, who thought they might find a little intel through unorthodox online means. A young prodigy in the Baxter Building who was only a follower because she’d been bullied into it by her uncle. They and thousands more around the world would never cross paths, but on that otherwise normal midday afternoon, they all suddenly had a single little thing in common: A sigh and a shake of the head at the latest picture to grace their instagram feeds.
Johnny set the phone down on the little table beside the bed, barely catching a small orange plastic bottle that he nearly knocked over with the motion. He’d done his good deed for the day and reassured his fanbase that he was still alive and in good spirits. Sure, maybe that didn’t sound like all that much of a heroic act, but he’d seen the comments that happened when their favorite hothead went too long without posting an update: people got pretty stressed and anxious and defaulted to human nature's favorite pastime: assuming the worst. Online journalists would write articles claiming the injured member of the Fantastic Four was back in the hospital in critical condition, there had been at least two times where ‘RIP Human Torch’ had been trending as a hoax, and at worst, people would try and pry the answers out of members of his family. Maybe it could be argued that this whole following was a monster of his own creation that'd gotten out of hand, but what harm was there in a little transparency? Most other supes kept a lid on their real selves, which meant there weren't a ton of heroes to get attached to. Johnny had pretty much been public from the start, though.
His fingers were crossed that the twenty seconds it took him to make that post would put a lot of minds at ease.
Johnny tipped over the orange bottle (intentionally this time), retrieving and taking a small pill with a nearby small glass of water, and then set his feet to the expensive carpet and climbed out of bed. He made his way gingerly to a dresser and pulled whatever light & loose clothing was waiting there in the top drawer, tucking it under one arm as he made his way to the shower and got it started. He stood in front of a large mirror and lifted the hem of his shirt to check the source of his grief the last few weeks. It was well on its way to becoming a pretty gnarly scar, but it could have been worse. At least Ben hadn’t stabbed him in the face.
His hip bumped the edge of the sink as he turned and that sent a small but sharp jolt of pain through his core, and his breath caught in his throat for a second. Thankfully it passed, as it always did. A knife to the lung wasn't going to be the last lyric in the song of the Human Torch. "Blaze of glory" sounded like something tailor-made for him. But until then, the fiery hero had a lot to live for, even if a big part of that didn’t seem to be in the penthouse, as far as he could tell since waking up a few minutes earlier.
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Post by Super Chick on Jun 22, 2021 15:36:23 GMT -7
-----------------------$-----------------$----------------$---------------------- Some people would say that Felicia Hardy was a shallow person, eyes only for the money, overlooking what was important in life. Those people would only be half right because while Felicia was quite wealthy and loved to be distracted by all the shiny trinkets worth a million dollars or more, she was far form overlooking what was important. In fact, as she sat there in the shadow cast by a bright Manhattan sunbeam, Felicia considered that her priorities were just about perfect. After all, she had the shiniest, most desirable bachelor in all of the state - maybe even the world! - walking around in his underwear not ten feet from her position. Wincing. Reaching for more pain pills.
It made her wince to watch even if his form was quite distracting in the sunlight. So was she shallow if her lover's pain was hurting her to watch? Not if you asked a reasonably empathic person, which of course, Felicia Hardy most certainly was!
Now, was she being catty hiding from her love as he awoke? Perhaps, but it was a good indication of his healing process if he didn't know she was watching him. By what she was witnessed in the last ten minutes, Johnny's fingers worked just fine. His walking could use a little more effort and his vanity would no doubt continue to suffer for the scar on his lower chest, but overall Felicia was not worried about that. Her fear was much more in line with his reaching for more pain medication. That stuff could become a nasty addiction if Johnny wasn't careful.
Felicia intended to be "careful" for him.
He stood admiring himself and the lithe woman stepped in behind him at the mirror. She gently wrapped her arms around him from behind and lazily lay her head at his arm, looking at him from her reflection in the mirror. "I see you've had your midday snack," she commented. "You know, when that prescription runs out, I'm not letting you get anymore, right?"
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Post by Slim on Jun 24, 2021 10:55:42 GMT -7
The injured hothead flinched as the mirror he was staring into reflected the sudden appearance of a second figure. The momentary tensing up sent a pulse of pain through his wounded core, but it was a small price to pay for the welcome presence of his stealthy girlfriend. ”I need to put a bell on you,” he teased, his initial surprise carried away by the breath of a light laugh. He let go of his shirt which dropped to cover his torso, hands instead rising to settle warmly on her encircling arms. Johnny leaned into her touch, grateful for the sense of comfort it offered, especially since the more artificial comfort of his prescription hadn’t kicked in yet.
He found her eyes in the glass as she gave him a casual warning that when he reached the bottom of the little orange bottle, the Human Torch’s little affair with pain meds would be coming to an end. ”Definitely,” he agreed, though in the back of his mind the agreement wasn’t as rock-solid. See, the thing was, Johnny didn’t feel like he was healing fast enough. It still hurt like hell, and any time he tried to exercise or do anything -useful-, that pain tripled. He’d been assured that things were progressing fine, but..he was Johnny Storm! He didn’t do “fine”. He was the guy that could get blasted by six Doombots and get back up to win the fight. In his high school heyday, he’d run circles around his track opponents on a sprained knee! He wanted to get back into the world, get back to helping people. But if it felt like getting stabbed again every time he got jostled, he’d be pretty useless.
He kept that to himself, though. He still had some medicine left, and maybe by the end he’d be good to go. Or maybe Reed could synthesize something safer to help him out. Ultimately, he knew that Felicia was just looking out for him, and he loved her all the more for it. Johnny turned around in her arms, reaching up to gently cup her face with both hands as he placed a soft kiss of appreciation to her lips. ”If I get hooked, maybe you could dig that Emma Frost costume out of the closet and set my mind straight.” His index and middle fingers gently grazed upwards to her temples, mirroring the common move of famous telepaths.
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Post by Super Chick on Jun 24, 2021 12:02:53 GMT -7
-----------------------$-----------------$----------------$---------------------- Felicia was a perceptive kitten. So when Johnny met her eyes in the mirror and agreed with her assessment that when the pills were gone, they were gone, she believed him. After all, Johnny Storm wasn't a deceiver by nature. That was a bit more up her alley than his - not that she ever intentionally lied to her lovers. Except that one time with Ben, maybe, but that was far more a lie of omission than an outright intention of dishonesty. Or something like that. The point was, Felicia felt satisfied with Johnny's quick agreement and returned the kiss of greeting he supplied. Her confidence of his honesty was momentarily related though her lips.
He moved his hands to her temples before she could really think to say anything else and suggested that if he got hooked on his pain meds then she'd just have to dig out her Halloween costume and jolt him back to his senses. The Cat smirked and pulled away form him slightly. "Johnny Storm, I know you're not suggesting that you prefer that white witch's costume choice over mine." She poked his bellybutton softly. "Because if you were, you might never see anything but black again." Her ambiguous threat hung in the air without her clarifying exactly what she meant by the comment. Let his imagination run with it, she thought.
Felicia reached around Johnny for her hair brush. She took to combing out some of the tangles the blustery New York winds had put into her hair when she went out this morning. Johnny had taken to long bouts of sleep while on his pain meds, which was fine for now. It simply left Felicia with several hours every day to attend to her own interests. She was dressed casually in a lightweight summer dress with thin straps on her shoulders, fitted through the waist and flowing around her legs ending just above the knee. She had slipped her shoes off before heading toward the bedroom, so her feet were bare on the tile floor providing her little height advantage to his tall form. She tugged at her loose curls for ten seconds while never removing her gaze from his, then set the brush back down as mindlessly as she had picked it up.
"You know," she said using her reach to the counter as the motion that took her arms back around his middle. She pressed her body against his with pressure in all the right places and none against his wound. "You really do need to get better soon. I'm sorely missing our daily - and nightly - rituals." Her lips quirked ever so slightly, somewhere between a pout and insinuation of her desires. "I mean, even when other baddies have tossed you around and you've had broken bones, we've still found a way to enjoy ourselves."
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Post by Slim on Jun 24, 2021 12:51:45 GMT -7
Though Johnny was confident that his body would start cooperating with him sooner rather than later, he was grateful that they didn’t keep talking about his prescription. The whole subject just made him feel..off. He really didn’t like lingering on his mortality. He was in his prime! There’d be unlimited time for that kind of bleakness later, maybe when he was like, fifty. The lingering effects of a stab wound inflicted by Felicia’s superpowered ex? Just a speedbump in life. It’d be in the rearview soon enough.
Speaking of bumps, Johnny responded to Felicia’s poke with a slightly exaggerated, “Unh!”, hunching playfully for a second as if he’d been punched in the gut. ”Of course not!” he promised, a grin forming in tandem with his idea for an explanation. ”There’s no one on your level. Just figured that one was a little more..breathable. Doesn’t..trap the psi-waves, you know?” Sometimes the most obvious BS explanations were the most fun to give. In reality, variety was the spice of life! There was a bit of sentimental value in thinking of the costume she’d chosen on the night where so much had changed for them both. But since then they’d made a thousand memories more, few of which had required a white corset to qualify as perfect.
Johnny was content to watch Felicia take care of her hair (which he loved as much as any of her outfits), because really he was content to watch her do pretty much anything. Thankfully, most of the couple’s favorite things didn’t involve all that much watching, which she reminded him of when her arms wrapped around him again. His hands rose to settle naturally on her waist, and his sort’ve ever-present smile got more smirklike as Felicia talked about her eagerness to get back to certain aspects of their routine. ”You’re not the only one,” Johnny assured her, he’d missed their rituals too. ”You’ve been taking care of me nonstop for weeks..” Johnny began taking small steps, walking Felicia back out of the bathroom and towards the adjoining bedroom.”Let me try and return the favor.”
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Post by Super Chick on Jun 24, 2021 15:29:20 GMT -7
-----------------------$-----------------$----------------$---------------------- Johnny inched closer, nudging Felicia to walk backward while he explained that it was his turn to "take care of her." There was absolutely nothing she would enjoy more. "Mmm, that sounds like something that could be right down my alley," she purred, moving his hand lower down her back.
Felicia moved backward, enticing his lips to hers as they moved. To admit she was needing such attention would have been an understatement, so the Cat let her body do the talking. Johnny hadn't been remiss in such things as much as he had been too drugged up or in pain to really do much of anything beyond sleep, slurp some water and let her feed him. He barely had the wherewithal to get to the bathroom on his own at first, let alone have the requisite skill to please his lover. Felicia hadn't pushed for it. She was a patient kitten, biding her time and waiting for him to be well enough to suggest such a thing. When he hadn't yet mentioned it, Felicia took it upon herself to remind him that he might be improved enough to enjoy some intimacy. Even if other parts of him weren't ready, his hands definitely were!
Succumbing to his ministrations, Felicia lay back and let what would happen, happen. She was grateful for the summer day that prompted her easy-access attire. For many minutes, the Cat reveled in the pleasure Johnny offered and let herself forget that he had been injured or that she had watched him take more medication. Only if his work became sloppy might that come to her awareness. For now, she let go of all her worry. For now, it was just him and her and the sunbeams that crisscrossed the bed. After. Maybe after...
What was that thought?
The woman no longer had any recollection as she submitted completely. Even when things were completed - as much as they would be in his condition, Felicia still hadn't remembered what she was going to talk to Johnny about. All she cared about was laying there beside the man she loved and feeling oh, so much better!
Felicia remained on her back with her head turned in his direction. "I can't believe I almost forgot how hot you can be!" she teased.
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Post by Slim on Jun 24, 2021 16:54:20 GMT -7
Though Johnny Storm these last couple of weeks had found a bit of a stronger appreciation for meds that helped him feel more like himself, there was no drug more enticing than the purr of the Black Cat. He followed her towards her luxurious bed, falling with her deeper and deeper into a long-overdue kiss, hands falling low to lift her high enough to be laid back on the bed without breaking contact.
From there, Johnny was in his element. Much of his injury-insecurities stemmed from the fact that the hero craved the feeling of being useful, and rarely did he feel more useful than when his favorite person writhed at his touch. Whether it was a home run in the ninth, a blazing battle across the skies or a shared moment of intimacy, Johnny always wanted to leave people breathless. It was what he was good at. It was what he was great at. With lavish attention of his hands and lips, Johnny repaid the debt he owed his unofficial nurse, until it was definitively proven that there were some ways in which he hadn’t lost a step.
In the time after, Johnny laid on his side facing Felicia, fingers idly toying with one of the straps of her dress that currently lay off the shoulder. He let out a genuine but slightly grudging laugh at her teasing, fingers letting go of the strap and moving to lace with hers. Well, we can’t let that happen. Any time the memory starts to get fuzzy again, come find me,” he replied, leaning over to kiss her shoulder. Just that little bit of extra contact made him realize that he still felt worked up everywhere except where it counted, which was..unfortunate. Maybe she was right about taking it easy on the meds.
After a while, it occurred to Johnny what time it was, how late he’d woken up. ”How was your morning, by the way?”
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Post by Super Chick on Jun 25, 2021 12:31:41 GMT -7
-----------------------$-----------------$----------------$---------------------- Euphoria was a difficult state to grasp of late, so Felicia was loathe to let her mind return to the mundane. She closed her eyes and drank in the memory of her intoxication before replying to Johnny's question. Then she took a deep breath and let it out slowly, opening her eyes again.
"It pales in comparison to my afternoon so far," she said. A small grin lifted her lips and Felicia turned onto her side to face Johnny. She let her hands do the walking over his body and discovered, much to her chagrin, that he seemed to be done. Discouraging. Her moment was hers alone. She tried not to let the disappointment show on her face as her hand returned to his. "But alas, I should probably give my Catnip a rest. You've done more in the last ten minutes than you have done in weeks. You're probably tired."
She made the excuse for him so that he hopefully wouldn't feel too bad about the state of things. Of course, Felicia wanted more, but she was a realist. The Human Torch wasn't Superman. He got tired. He could be hurt. The empathy inside her gave him a pass for the next week or so, but after that the woman inside her hoped he would be healed up enough to get back to some semblance of normal. Yes, his lung had been punctured. Yes, his muscles were cut and skin, pierced. A rib cracked by Ben's superhuman push of the blade. However, it was all healing nicely even if Johnny's ego wasn't. Soon, she assumed, her lover would be on the mend and off the pain meds that kept him mostly impotent, if not unconscious. So, with the excuse made, Felicia redirected their conversation to her morning.
"To help you get back to sleep, let me tell you about all the errands I had to run this morning, starting with the bank which was just loaded with screaming children and old ladies... I had no desire to even peer at the shiny truck outside accepting bags of money," she said, trying to bring some levity to their situation.
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Post by Slim on Jun 25, 2021 13:56:35 GMT -7
Though he was maybe the third most perceptive member of the Fantastic Four (Or fifth, if you counted his niece and nephew), Johnny was able to piece together that Felicia had been considering going a little further with their afternoon rendezvous, but sensed that he wasn’t as up for it as he normally was. It was largely based on the words ‘so far’, followed by the dance of her hand across his flesh. The blow was softened by the fact that she skillfully segued out of the idea, suggesting that he resume his regimen of rest.
He did feel a little self-conscious in the moment, but two facts kept that sensation from snowballing into a full-blown internal crisis. Firstly, they’d shared a bed (and elsewhere) for plenty long enough for credentials to be established, it’d be a lot more damning if Johnny’s present problems had arisen on one of their first few encounters. Secondly, there was no doubt in his mind that he’d be back in top form before the month was out. And when that happened, he’d let Felicia know to clear her calendar! Even if being hamstrung sucked now, he doubted it’d ever be more than the smallest footnote in their story.
Johnny settled in to listen to his girlfriend spin a web about her assorted tasks while he’d been asleep. He knew when he’d asked that the answer probably wouldn’t involve heists or heroics, since Felicia typically saved those errands for the hours after the sun had gone down. But still, when you’d fallen this hard for someone, you could listen to them talk about pretty much anything. She explained that her bank trip was far from a fun one, thanks to the shrieks of some clientele and the molasses-in-winter quality of others. Johnny grinned and posed a question, implying that the last sentence of her story so far had not entirely convinced him. “Annnnd just how much money got loaded into the truck?” If there was anyone on earth that knew the average value of any container full of money, and the amount of containers that could be held in a truck, AND the limits each bank set on how much cash could be transported by one of their armored cars, it was Felicia Hardy.
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Post by Super Chick on Jun 25, 2021 14:50:09 GMT -7
-----------------------$-----------------$----------------$---------------------- It was good that the previous conversation was now ended and being glossed over with mundane talk of her morning. Sure, Felicia hated being dragged back to reality as much as a screaming cat to water, but it was necessary. Deep talks would wait for his mended body to permit his brain to be free from its drug induced euphoria.
That last bit of thought made her own brain weep with concern. What if he preferred the drug's pleasure over hers? That was what happened to addict victims. They found the absence of reality better than the alternative. What if the thought of his being with Felicia wasn't as good as the opiates? What if he chose the lie of the drug over the truth of what they could be together?
Nah. That'll never happen.
Her eyes focused on Johnny's at his query. They narrowed ever so slightly. "What do you mean, 'How much money got loaded onto the truck?'" she asked with feigned indignance. He would know she wasn't actually mad at the question, but what was a Cat to do besides be catty? "I said I didn't even have a chance to look at it, let alone count the eight bags they took into it, the five they brought back inside, or the two barely competent security guards who couldn't stop looking at the fresh faced blond among the crowd every time they passed."
Her lip ticked upward. "To be clear, there couldn't have been much money in the bags. Maybe ten thousand each on the way out. I think it was blank envelopes and other supplies coming in. Maybe some jewels in the last one, but the guards hardly showed much effort at all to care about the ones coming inside - which truly just shows how little people care about jewelry and how benevolent it was of me in my youth to free them of their burdens."
Felicia flashed a perfectly heavenly smile at her man, one that proved how good of a person she had to be on the inside. Her hope was that he would laugh, especially since Felicia made up the money amounts in the bags completely on the fly. Now the jewels carried inside in the final bag surely caught her attention despite being completely hidden. The Cat just hoped Johnny was too amused by her other comments to catch on to that.
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Post by Slim on Jul 11, 2021 2:46:17 GMT -7
Though she may have given Johnny a light verbal clawing at his mention of a white corset from a bit earlier, Felicia proved with the start of her response that she wasn’t entirely averse to the idea of roleplay. The first hints of a grin started forming on his face when his girlfriend acted like he had accused her of a grave sin with his question, growing further when she gracefully pivoted into a detailed analysis of the bank transfer variables that only a master thief could’ve noticed.
Though he was ostensibly one of the good guys and couldn’t really admit this, Johnny Storm wasn’t ashamed or contrite over the fact that Felicia had lived a life of daring crime, her past wasn’t a skeleton that he wanted to throw in a closet and forget about it. In actuality it was..kind of awesome? In a thrilling way. Not that he could ever say that to Reed or Sue or really even Ben, of course. But the Torch and the Cat were alike in a very big, very specific way: Danger wasn’t something to run from, it was an opportunity! Sure, it manifested in different ways, she was quiet and he was pretty far from it. She worked best in the darkness and he brought light wherever he went. His costume covered everything but his face and hers.. Anyway, they approached life in much the same way. They saw people who wanted more than they should have, whether it be money or power, and put a stop to it. Kindred spirits!
So, while Johnny didn’t go around urging his reformed partner to go on a crime spree, her past wasn’t something he’d ever use against her. If they had a disagreement, he wasn’t going to try and dig up old dirt. Especially because in his heart-of-hearts, it seemed pretty badass. Johnny did laugh at the comment about the jewelry, though there was a bit of a wince alongside it, from the pain in his torso. “The thank-you cards probably just got lost in the mail, and I bet JPMorgan Chase is still looking for the right sculptor before they put up that statue of you.”
Johnny reached up to adjust the pillow under his head slightly, unsure that the plan to lull him to sleep with stories about errands was working so far. “So once you left the banshee kids and old people behind, what was next?”
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Post by Super Chick on Jul 15, 2021 18:05:31 GMT -7
-----------------------$-----------------$----------------$---------------------- "A statue?" Felicia replied coyly. "Really? Why I'd never have imagined that bankers could be so courteous!" The Cat batted her eyelashes in faux embarrassment of the honor of such a thing. She then broke out into a hearty giggle worthy of a schoolgirl's bemusement of fireflies flitting just above her head. Her joke wasn't actually that amazing but her laughter was genuine nonetheless. Truth be told, Felicia was simply in a good mood after their recent encounter. Besides, Johnny obviously enjoyed the fact that she had cased the bank bags and wasn't chastising her about it being some kind of slippery slope or something.
Her hot boyfriend went on to ask what else she'd done that morning. Felicia opted to bore him with some details of how she got a manicure (Don't you just love the sharp points on these nails? ) and a pedicure. (Feel how soft my feet are? No callouses at all!) She then went back to the small office she kept in the city and met with her broker. (He didn't look very happy when I told him that if he lost twenty-six thousand dollars again due to his own poor choices in the stock market that he was going to find out *exactly* what it feels like to be on the receiving end of some potent bad luck.) Then she went to the art museum (It was kind of boring this week due to the Mayan exhibit being on loan to Berlin. ) then she came home to check on him.
"Which is so far the highlight of my month!" she said, moving her hand down Johnny's back to squeeze his backside. She left her hand there and smiled. "You should definitely let me know when you're up for more. I promise to come if you call."
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Post by Slim on Jul 20, 2021 22:13:10 GMT -7
Johnny laughed along with Felicia, stab-wound-be-damned. Truthfully, Felicia probably deserved a statue, though maybe not for her generous withdrawals at most banks in the city. It was more that she had put her boots and claws to work on some of New York’s worst crime bosses, animal-themed supervillains and an endless supply of goons, thugs and lackeys. Hell, she’d just shut down a whole kidnapping and mind-control racket before it could really even get off the ground! A skewered lung was a small price to pay when put into that context.
Johnny’s internal wondering of whether or not Reed could 3D print a statue out of marble faded away as he concentrated on Felicia’s tales. Both halves of the mani-pedi got rave reviews from the man lying in bed with her, though he’d probably have a better feel for her nails later when they marked his back with passionate red lines. ”Twenty-six-kay? What the hell did he invest in, hoverboards?” Johnny wasn’t quite sure what twenty-six thousand bucks translated to in regular-people-money, but if she’d put the fear of god in the guy, it probably was enough to matter. The Fantastic Four obviously weren’t living paycheck to paycheck, but the power bill alone from Reed’s various labs was enough to keep them from living that Felicia Hardy Lifestyle™. Sure, Johnny Storm had found a way around that, but he still did double-takes whenever he caught a glimpse at any of Felicia’s financial transactions.
His platinum-haired partner proved that she was just as adept at wordplay as she was at earning a living, and Johnny was so struck by her comment that all he could do for a long moment was close his eyes and inhale in a slow, drawn-out fashion. It was meant to just be a playful, dramatic reaction, but an idea came to him in the darkness afforded by his eyelids. ”I’m gonna hold you to it,” he announced when he was looking at her again. He twisted his torso a bit and reached his arm over to the nightstand, reaching for the prescription of pain medication.
Johnny poured the remaining dozen or so pills into his right hand, and his left set the empty orange container back on the wooden surface, trading it out for the glass he’d drank from earlier. He held his closed fist above the glass, as if he were about to drop the medicine into the few ounces of the remaining water. He met Felicia’s eyes, and then there was a bright flash that emanated from his fist, lasting only for a split second. Johnny carefully opened his hand, and from his palm a cascade of pale ash fell into the cup. The bed and its occupants were unscathed by his sudden fiery display, and Johnny was careful to not let any of the residue fall onto her sheets. He set the cup back on the nightstand, turning back to Felicia, his guiding star. "Was that too much?”
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Post by Super Chick on Jul 27, 2021 14:49:22 GMT -7
-----------------------$-----------------$----------------$---------------------- Leave it to Johnny Storm to make a spectacle of his decisions. But, to be completely candid, Felicia really was impressed when he dumped all of the remaining pain pills into his hand and incinerated them to ash. There she had been wondering if he could live without them or become addicted as too much of the world tended to do. Then, as if reading her mind, he set her fears to rest. The kitten exhaled with satisfaction as he turned his hand over and let the ashes fall into his glass. He could probably get more, but at least she knew his intention - and that he valued their intimacy far more than the disconnection his pain medication provided. So was it too much?
"No way," she replied. She ignored the ash residue in his hand and laced her fingers to entwine with Johnny's. She looked up into his eyes with the allure of reignited attraction. "I love it when you're over the top, and on the top. And the bottom." She smiled. "Anywhere and every way."
Felicia moved to lay on top of her lover, but instead of placing weight on his torso, she merely laced their other hands together and hovered above him. She glanced at his wound, a wound that would have healed on Ben within a day or two, and recognized how mortal he was comparatively. In some ways it was refreshing to be with someone who could not take a bus to the chest and live to tell the tale. In other ways it was intensely disconcerting. Even frightening. Felicia opted to stop thinking about it and, instead, cover her boyfriend in gentle kisses up his chest until their lips met. Once landing there, she remained until such as time as balancing over his abdomen would become distracting. After all, this was comforting.
This was home.
When their lips would part, so would their bodies. Felicia would roll again to the side of the bed, but this time to sit up at the edge of it. She would look back a Johnny and smile. "Super glad you're on the mend, love," she murmured. "I don't think I could handle another day of your inattention." She swept her hair to the side and grinned bigger. "I mean, who knows what would happen if you weren't entertaining me for too long? My curiosity and knack for shiny things might get the better of me."
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Post by Slim on Aug 20, 2021 2:15:20 GMT -7
I’ve got this.
No three words better summed up the essence of Johnny Storm. Whether it was shouted to three family members just before going supernova to flash-fry the bad guy, spoken to a bombshell date as he reached for the check, or whispered to himself the first time he’d tried to stand after being granted leave from his hospital bed, the phrase evoked bold, flashy confidence meant to cut through the shadow of uncertainty. But without the ensuing grand gesture, the words meant nothing. And the problem with leaps of faith like this was that sometimes, it turns out you overshot, and land squarely on your neck instead of gracefully on your feet. Throwing caution to the wind was a great way for it to boomerang back into your teeth in the form of regret. Sometimes a bad guy got stronger when hit by fire, you know? How was Johnny supposed to know that?
But here and now, as the ashes of his pills settled into the glass and the dull ache in his torso was at the front of his mind, there was no regret at all. Zero. Felicia reached for that hand and claimed it firmly, her words and fingers assuring him that he’d made the right choice. The woman that had taken so much from so many liberated him of any doubt with the way she looked at him. Johnny loved to soar, and she could put him on cloud nine as easily as she could relieve a glass case of the valuables inside. ”Can’t wait to make up for lost time,” he promised, a guarantee that when he was ready, ‘anywhere and every way’ would end up being an understatement. Maybe it was time to make good on that elevator proposition..?
For now, recklessly indulging in the kind of passionate intensity that they both thrived on remained an aspirational goal, but there was still much joy and contentment to find in softer, more tender moments, as proven by the way Felicia brought herself cautiously close to him and graced him with welcome affection. Johnny gently squeezed her hands as he met her lips with the kind of kiss that began lightly, slowly, but was brimming with absolute love. She led this graceful dance and he followed step-for-step, smiling even as the music ended and she shifted towards the side of the bed. ”Couldn’t have asked for a better nurse,” he replied, a genuine bit of gratitude for how she’d taken care of him, maybe laced with a bit of an outfit suggestion for the day he was back to full strength. Maybe that’d be more palatable than the white corset.
He let his head fall back against the pillow, closing his eyes as weariness was starting to get the better of him. “You deserve shiny things. All the shiny things in the world,” he said softly. And as the pleasant promise of sleep started to find him, his last waking thoughts were of diamonds.
Tag: Super Chick
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