So, I realize that it's been like nearly two months since I've updated, I know there is no excuse for that, but I can attempt one, can't I? LOL. I really have been incredibly busy, plus I've been through one of those periods where it's impossible to get inspiration. Anyway, I just wanted you all to know that no, I haven't given up on this story. I don't do that. Once I start one I finish it through, always, I promise, so don't even give up on me or my stories. Anyway, I am going to definitely try not to let another one of these periods happen again. I can't promise when the next chappie will be up, but I do want to let you all know that it will be sooner than two months. LOL. Thanks for those who are sticking with me! One little note!

KyliedaRock: I sure took my time, didn't I? LOL.

Chapter 14

Two months flew by as Becca scratched her head in frustration in her stuffy room, hovering over her tiny desk, and Johnny soared through the skies, saving the world and whatnot. But at night he pulled her out of her room onto the streets of New York City for "a good time." The couple was growing closer by the day, but as Susan beamed with happiness Reed drew further and further into his sulky world of the overprotective older brother. Ben seemed to straddle the line, at times being nearly impossible about the situation and others very accepting. But Becca didn't care, not anymore. Wasn't this what she had always wished for? Well, almost. The other women in Johnny's life were her only hindrance; she just couldn't seem to get over the fact that the man was a player, had been and always would be. One woman had never been enough for The Human Torch. So while she was dreaming of marriage, he was dreaming of one night of bliss, and no matter how deeply she kissed him she couldn't seem to get this through his thick head. And the way he treated her didn't help either; one minute she was most important human being on the face of the planet and the next she was just one of the millions of girls who flocked after his intoxicating body. Everywhere they went there seemed to be at least three other women ready and waiting to fulfill his desires, three other women that he was always more then happy to oblige.

It had been two months and Becca saw no change in the way he saw her, maybe the way he touched her, but not the way he looked at her. She was still just a beautiful piece of meat to him, and in those moments when there did seem to be a flicker of sincere desire for her, and her alone, in his eyes, her heart would ache, knowing it was just that – a moment, and nothing more. As for her relationship with Reed, nothing had changed. They did talk to each other, but stiffly and with forced tones. Susan felt as if she were dealing with two elementary-aged children, but chose to ignore it just as they did each other since she had had many a conversation with both and neither had been phased.

"Well, thanks for yet another wonderful time, Johnny," Becca said as they made there way down the hall of the Baxter Building in the dark, her hand in his. She drew it away to look at her watch and then gasped. "It's three o'clock in the morning! I had no idea we were out this late."

"You mean early," Johnny corrected her with the smug look on his face that made her face want to light up. Instead she nodded.

"Well, I guess I'd better go to bed then," she said, but as she moved toward her door she felt his hand grabbing her wrist and whipped around to see him eyeing her pleadingly. She smiled and allowed him to pull her body into his and covered his lips with hers tenderly. After a few moments of tender embracing, the couple grew more intense until she finally backed him up again the wall, groaning with pleasure. And as she pressed her body against his she felt his hand moving up her thigh ever so slightly for fear she might pull away. She didn't but did remove her lips from his.

"Johnny," she panted, her face still so close to his that he could feel her warm breath against his face.

"There's a bed in there," he said, repeating his words from the night of their very first date, fiddling with the knob behind him to get the door open.

She didn't say a word, just stood there for a moment, his hand still on her thigh. She could hear the siren of caution going off in her head, but this time it wasn't loud enough to drown out her extreme feeling of desire. Two months ago this wouldn't have been an issue to her, now it was. Ignoring the siren, she pressed her lips against his once more as if consenting, and he pulled her into his room gently. Finally behind the door she had so long avoided, Becca immediately stripped Johnny's shirt off of his body, running her hands over his glorious skin, touching every single crevice of his chiseled chest, from his abs to his pecks. As she touched and kissed his perfect form he began to unbutton her shirt, sliding the sleeves off of her arms delicately. She tossed it carelessly onto the floor as if it was a hindrance and he pulled her onto his bed. But as she lay on top of him she felt him pulling her bra-straps slowly off of her shoulders, and then it clicked. She drew away suddenly, sitting up on his bed, turning her back to him.

"What is it?" he asked breathlessly, sitting up as well.

"Johnny, I can't do it," she said softly.

"Was I being too rough? I can be softer."

"N-no, no, that's not it; I, I just can't do it," she said, standing up. She bent over and picked her shirt up off the floor, then turned on her heel and rushed out of the room, leaving an extremely confused Johnny behind her.

The next morning Johnny found Becca sitting on the balcony, gazing out at the beautiful morning sky, so blue and cloudless. He approached her softly and placed a hand upon her shoulder, causing her to start and whip around urgently.

"Hey," he said to her wide-eyed, panicked stare.

"Johnny, I-I'm sorry about last night," she said, turning back around. She couldn't bear to look at him; she knew she had let him down.

"I understand; you just weren't ready," he said. "Not many people are." His tone turned back into his usual, boastful manner and she rolled her eyes to herself. When she didn't reply he continued, dropping a little bit of his haughty attitude, but not all of it, of course. "So, we're goin' out tonight, right?" She turned around again, stunned at his offer. She thought she had blown it. Now he knew that he would never get anything from her unless they were married, and she thought he wouldn't want to waste his time on her anymore knowing this. But maybe there was more to the egotistical youth than she had thought before.

"S-sure," she said sheepishly.

"I'll pick you up at eight," he nodded, walking back inside.

Well, what do ya know about that? She thought to herself, a wide grin spreading across her lips.

"It was the worst date I have ever been on in my entire life!" Becca shouted at Johnny later that night, sitting in the passenger's seat of his red sports car as he drove them back to the Baxter Building.

"What the hell was so wrong with it?" he cried, trying to keep his eyes on her and the road all at the same time.

"Watch the road," she muttered. "Johnny, you really don't know, do you?"

"Know what?"

"Why it was the worst date any girl could ever go on; no, I take that back, it was the worst date for the girl you took, for every other woman there it was just peachy."

"What is that supposed to mean?" he asked, getting a bit touchy now.

"You know exactly what it supposed to mean! Johnny, I went out tonight to have a good time with you, not watch you have a good time with every other girl there!"

"I'm sorry; I just can't keep 'em off me." He was back to his cool, laid-back tone was normally impossible for Becca to resist, but not this time.

"You just don't get it, do you?" she said angrily, but more to herself than to him, crossing her arms in front of her chest. If he had heard her, he made no indication that he had, but just kept his eyes on the road, and immediately a tense silence engulfed the car. Johnny reached out and flicked his radio on; he couldn't stand the silence.

"Oh, this is my song," he said, turning up the volume and beginning to sing along.

"One, two, three, four, five

Everybody in the car, so come on let's ride to the

Liquor store around the corner

The boys say they want some gin and juice but I really don't want a

Beer bust like I had last week

I must stay deep 'cause talk is cheap

I like Angela, Pamela, Sandra, and Rita

And as I continue, you know they're gettin' sweeter

So what can I do, I really beg you my Lord

To me flirtin' is just like a sport

Anything fly, it's all good, let me dump it, please set in the trumpet

A little bit of Monica in my life

A little bit of Erica by my side

A little bit of Rita's all I need

A little bit of Tina's what I see

A little bit of Sandra in the sun

A little bit of Mary all night long

A little bit of Jessica, here I am

A little bit of you makes me your man"

They pulled up to the Baxter Building, and Johnny stopped the car by the curb to let Becca out. She would wait just inside in the lobby for him to park the car in the garage and then they would take the elevator up together, kissing all the way up of course. This time she jumped out of the car, sticking her head back in for one last word before slamming it in his face.

"You know what, Johnny? That really is your song. Enjoy Monica and Erica all you want, but Becca's not gonna stick around to have her heart broken by some stuck-up twenty-six year old." She hustled up the sidewalk and away from the car as fast I should could, disappearing into the building hurriedly. As she did Johnny knew she wouldn't be waiting up for him this time, and for some reason he felt the slightest tugging at his heartstrings, a feeling he had never felt before and never wanted to again.