Superhero

The darkness enveloped him as he stood outside her apartment building gazing up at her window. He longed to run up the stairs, kick open her door, grab her in his arms, and kiss her until she could no longer stand. He longed to love her without all the conditions. He knew that he should not be there, but something drew him back night after night. She jokingly called him Batman; well, if he was Batman, then she was the Batsignal. Her blood called to him and he could not resist the urge to see her. He gave into his desire and moved toward the building.

He quickly ran up the stairs, taking two at a time. He paused outside her apartment door, his hand resting against the metal. Should he knock? Maybe she was already asleep. The idea of her in her bed stirred his blood. He could feel his body responding to the thought of her silky skin wrapped in a sheet. He longed to entwine his fingers in her sexy, curly hair as it spread out over the pillows. He rested his head against the metal to cool the fever that raged in his body as the image of their one night together played in his mind. He could no longer resist the urge to touch her. He opened the door.

He moved carefully through the dark apartment, making his way to her bedroom. He could hear her gentle snoring as he approached the room. She suddenly let out a soft moan, causing him to catch his breath. His hands clenched into fists as desire shot through his body. He needed her. Now. He stepped toward the bed, but paused when she shifted in her sleep. The movement caused the sheet to slip, revealing her bare legs. His mouth went dry at the thought of running his hands along the soft skin. He reached for her, but pulled back at the last moment. He did not deserve her.

He sat in the chair and stared at her sleeping form. He did not deserve her perfection. She told him that he was a hero because he saved her, but, in reality, she was the hero because she had saved him. She had given him the ability to love again. She had saved him from the cold, empty life he had chosen for himself. She broke through his hard exterior. He could be himself around her. She was his superhero.

He was lost in thought, and did not notice that she had woken and was staring at him.

"Ranger? What are you doing here?"