Diana was already in bed, by the time Jonathan came down the stairs. It took a while, but he came to join her, as per usual. He kept his distance, which saddened her slightly.

She was still conflicted. Her heart wanted him, but her head argued against it, telling her he was a murderer. But still…he had given her so much. Was he really such a bad person? He couldn't possibly be all bad.

Hesitantly, she reached behind her, taking his hand, to pull him closer and snuggled up to him, smiling very slightly.

Crane beside her, smiled as well. He nestled his head onto her shoulder, sighing.

'Looks like your love confession tipped her over the edge.'

Crane's smile widened. It was true. Ever since he had confessed, she had stopped being hostile. She was a lot more talkative and initiated a lot more physical contact, like she did now.

He was happy to see her fear of him melt away again. But he had to be careful. Her kindness was a precious, fragile thing. One wrong move and her walls could be completely up again, to shut him out.

'You smell lovely', he whispered into her ear.

Diana flushed. She felt so calm now. Despite everything that had happened…she felt at peace with him. Part of her knew she was wrong for doing this, but she couldn't help herself. She was in love with him; she could never truly hate him.

…

Diana woke up early that following morning. Opening her green eyes, she found herself only inches away from Jonathan. Carefully, she reached for his face, to caress his cheekbone. He sighed into her touch. She smiled. She carefully stroked his dark hair back. He shifted in his sleep.

He was such a stunning man. She had never seen anyone quite like him. He had such feminine features, but it seemed to work for him. He was in one word: beautiful.

Shyly, she pulled her hand back.

'Now, don't stop', he opened his eyes, smiling at her; 'I quite enjoyed that', he grinned.

Her face turned fully red causing him to chuckle. 'I'm just teasing you', he smirked.

She moved closer, to fold her arms around his neck and comfortably nestled her head onto his bare chest. 'I should start on breakfast soon', she mumbled.

'You don't have to -'

'I want to.' She cut him off and gazed into his blue eyes.

'Do you?' he wondered.

She gave a nod. 'Yes, I do. You've done so much for me…the least I can do is return the favor', she answered.

He pushed her hair out of her face, but let his hand stay on her cheek. 'You're so beautiful', he sighed.

She put her hands on his chest and could feel his breathing quicken as her hands made contact with his skin. Slowly moving them down his chest and stomach, she could feel he had the slightest bit of chest hair. Not that she minded, she thought it really attractive.

That thought, left her embarrassed. What was getting into her? Why was she looking at him like this? She wasn't supposed to feel this way, not after all Michael had done to her. And yet…she couldn't help it. She was attracted to Jonathan. And ever since he had confessed to her, those feelings only seemed to intensify.

His skin was warm and firm under her touch. He wasn't physically imposing, in any way, but his muscles were still nicely defined.

He took hold of her hands, pulling them away from him. She frowned at him. 'What's wrong?' she asked.

'N-nothing…I should take a shower', he told her.

She nodded. 'Okay. I'll start on breakfast, then', she smiled at him.

He returned her smile, before getting out of bed. She followed suit, grabbing her morning-robe. He had given it back to her, luckily. Even from inside the house, she could sense the fall was coming.

Sighing, she went up the stairs, catching one last glimpse of Jonathan retreating into the shower.

…

'Damn it.'

Crane held his teeth tightly ground together, as the hot water ran down his body. While she hadn't meant to arouse him by touching him, she had done so.

He closed his eyes tightly.

'Those warm hands…had she gone lower she would've -'

His member quivered at the thought of being touched by her. He exhaled, his breathing coming our ragged. He needed, no craved a release.

He dropped his head against the shower wall.

'My sweet girl…what are you doing to me?' he asked out loud.

'Looks like you're going to have to jack off again.'

'Thank you for your commentary!' Crane bit back his other half.

'Don't snarl at me…it's not my fault.'

'Maybe you should get lost for a while. I have enough on my mind as it is.'

'Not just on your mind, eh Johnny?' Scarecrow cackled.

Crane ignored his other half. His knees buckled and he let out a soft groan.

'Those lips…those beautiful eyes…' he sighed to himself.

'Houston, we have a liftoff!'

Crane tried to ignore the voice. Through his half-lidded eyes, he tried to focus on his love, his one true love; her stunning slender figure, her sweet voice, and her beautiful green eyes that looked at him so innocently.

It was her innocence that drove him mad. He wanted so badly to take her. He often wondered about her; would she still be tight once he took her for the first time? Would she touch him? Would she tease him? He could already imagine it;

'Do you like that, Jonathan?'

He slammed his fist into the wall.

'Damn her! I swear, when I get my hands on her I will fuck her through the mattress!'

Breathing heavily, he tried to calm himself. He would have her eventually. But he had to be patient. Until then…his right hand would have to suffice…

His hand moved down his own body. As he moved his hand, he briefly remembered the moment where he had fondled her. How he had held her plump flesh…

Groaning, he leaned against the wall. He had never desired a woman as badly as her before…

…

As Diana prepared breakfast, she lightly swayed along with the radio she had put on. She liked the silence, but it could be deafening sometimes.

She stirred the pancake batter carefully, before pouring it into the frying pan. She just hoped Jonathan liked pancakes.

'And if he doesn't…his loss. More pancakes for me', she grinned to herself.

'Oh is that so?'

Her cheeks grew warm. She turned her head, finding Jonathan in the doorway, dressed in plain pants and a black shirt, his damp hair slightly unruly.

'I-I…' she rubbed the back of her head awkwardly; 'Sorry, I thought I was alone', she laughed.

He moved closer. 'I do like pancakes for breakfast though', he smirked.

She offered a slight grin. 'Too bad', she joked hesitantly.

'I'll bet', he answered. He laid a hand to her waist, to reach for the coffee-machine in front of her. 'So…are these Italian pancakes?' he asked with a slight smirk.

She shot him a glare. 'No. Just plain American pancakes', she answered.

'Sounds good', he spoke deeply.

She flipped the pancakes carefully, whilst Jonathan's presence left her. He sat down at the table, sipping his coffee.

She put the pancakes on the plate. 'I hope you're hungry', she smiled at him and placed the plate in front of him.

'I am. You're truly a wonderful cook', he told her.

She flushed slightly. 'I try to be', she hesitated; 'back with my mom, I had no other choice', she went on.

He looked at her, his eyes turning serious. 'Your mother forced to take care of the household?' he asked.

'Y-yeah, she did. She was too drunk to do it herself', Diana answered.

She nervously pulled at her shirt. 'What about your parents?' she asked very carefully.

He ran a hand over his face. 'I was born out of wedlock. My father…I never met him. And my mother discarded me too', he paused to scoff; 'she put me with my religious grandmother', he finished.

Sensing the tense air, she decided to drop the subject and warily reached for the frying pan, completely forgetting it was still blazing hot from the stove.

She let out a loud yelp, as soon as the hot metal made contact with her skin. Clutching her now burned hand, tears began to built up in her eyes. 'Damn it!' she snarled.

He was there before she knew it, taking her hand in his, and taking her to the tap, to put it under lukewarm water. She ground her teeth together.

'That hurt', she groaned.

He rubbed her back. 'Hush. Just hold it there, and I'll get the first aid kit', he instructed.

She blew out some air to calm herself and violently blinked away her tears. She couldn't cry over something as lousy as burning her hand.

She lifted up her head when he came back with the first aid kit. He opened it and took out a tube.

'Give me your hand', he instructed.

She did as he told her. He carefully dabbed her hand with a towel, before putting some what she guessed was lotion for first degree burns on her hand. She gasped. It stung.

'Shh…' he pulled her close to him, as he continued to gently massage it into her palm; 'just stay still', he murmured.

'I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked about your parents', she apologized.

He cupped her cheek. 'Don't be. You have the right to know. I don't intend to keep secrets from you, my dear girl', he spoke.

She swallowed and watched him wrap up her hand with bandages.

'While it's not necessary…it might prevent you from burning yourself again', he told her.

Once he was finished, she held her hand close to her chest. 'Thank you', she smiled.

'Be careful now', he smiled at her.

She smiled back, all while fighting the butterflies in her tummy. She was so in love with this man…

…

'Diana?'

'Hmm?' She looked up from her book, gazing at Jonathan, puzzled.

'Have you ever pleasured yourself before?' he asked.

She yelped and her face turned fully red. 'W-why would y-you ask that?!' she shrieked.

He approached her calmly, his face free of any emotion. 'Now that you've settled in here, it's time for you to try and work past your traumas', he explained.

Her expression turned sour. She really didn't want to. 'Do I have to? Can't I just pretend it never happened?' she asked.

He took a seat beside her at the breakfast table. 'No. You have to accept what happened, and move forward from that. And one key thing in having experienced sexual violence is to change the negative perspective to a positive one', he explained.

She averted her eyes from him. 'I don't see a positive side', she grumbled.

'Exactly and that's why I asked you', he laid a hand atop of hers; 'you haven't pleasured yourself before because having your release reminded you of your stepfather, correct?' he asked.

Tears sprung in her eyes. 'Why does that matter?' she asked.

'Because, it's stopping you from developing your sexuality. All you've ever known up until now was violence. To obey someone else's wishes. Imagine how different your life would be if you had someone fulfill your wishes', he spoke.

Her eyes met his.

'Imagine being in control of the pleasure. Sexual intercourse is not something to fear, it's something to enjoy. It's a very special thing, to trust someone enough, to let them see you like that', he went on.

She swallowed. If she was being honest with herself…she did want that. But how could she? 'Where do I start then? I'm too terrified to let someone come that close', she asked him.

'Start by pleasuring yourself. Your stepfather doesn't own your life anymore. He will not dictate your pleasure anymore. Only you can do that. It's your body, you're in control', he told her.

She exhaled nervously. She felt confident thanks to his words. But she was also really nervous. She had never had a climax before, that wasn't forced onto her. The thought of being in full control…made her feel at ease. She could stop if she didn't want to anymore.

'I'll try', she answered.

'Good. I'll be sleeping upstairs for a while then. I want you to have enough privacy', he said.

She felt saddened he would leave her by herself, but he was right. If she was going to do this, she had to do it by herself.

…

Decided to hit a subject I hadn't so much touched on before. I can imagine Crane giving her these little 'assignments' for her own good, and his of course xD because he wants to nail her xD

Anyways,

Lots of love,

~TheOneWithTooManyInterests