The moment you've all been waiting for is here, my darlings.
When the door to John's apartment finally opened up, it was well past midnight. Skylar was seated in the kitchen, drinking a cup of lukewarm tea.
"John," she coyly acknowledged the man in the mask.
"Sky," he replied back, making no move to take off the suit.
"You know, you are a pain in the ass. By the way, how's the stomach? Still sore from our little fight?"
"Quite. Selina taught you well, I must admit," he said, walking over to the girl who was now leaning against the island counter in his small kitchen.
"Well, I suppose I should thank you for helping me out a bit in the end," she said, shrugging. Her golden curls were out of their tight bun and fell around her shoulders. John couldn't help but notice how they shinned in the artificial light of his kitchen. They looked so silky and smooth, he wanted to reach out and run his hands though them to make sure this small woman was in fact real and not an illusion.
"Take off the mask, John."
"Why? I thought most women found the mask… intriguing," he said. He wanted to capture her lips right there, but then again, some things were just worth the wait. But he knew he would get them. Third time's the charm, right?
"I'm not most women, John," she said, looking up at the tall form which loomed over her. She smiled coyly up into his brown eyes. John took another step, pressing her up against the counter.
"No, you aren't." And then, suddenly, John growled. He couldn't take it anymore. The mere contact of their skin had been enough. It was time to take her. He placed his hands on either side of her and swooped down to capture her lips with his own.
The sensation was not like fireworks, it was much more. Like a bomb being set off. Skylar threw her arms around his neck, pulling him in closer. John grabbed her thighs and lifted her up on to the table. Then he wrapped his arms around her tiny waist. Skylar fought back against his lips, hungrily deepening the kiss. He eagerly complied, their tongues battling for dominance. Skylar wrapped her legs around his lean waist.
"Take off your mask," whispered Skylar, backing away from his lips to take a breath.
"Why?" he answered against her neck,sucking and nipping at it, savoring her taste. Skylar frowned and lifted his head with her hands so that he was forced to look into her eyes.
"Because I said so," she answered. John's eyes grew hungry again as he pressed his lips against her own, running his fingers through her hair. Skylar hopped off the counter and pushed John into a nearby chair, straddling him.
"Damn this thing," she said breathlessly, ripping off his mask herself, and then returning her attention to his lips. When they backed up to take in more air, John had a question for her.
"About what Alfred said angel," he said, leaning his forehead on her's, breathing heavily. "What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to jump," Sky said confidently. Needless to say, the night was memorable.