Joanna Cargill

Scott decided to take me to his place. As much as I really wanted to get things started right where we were, I went along with it. I did give him a choice. And like I told him, the night was still young. I was patient. Still, during the drive, I couldn't help but tease him a bit. At every red light, I would stroke the inside of his thigh, just to mess with him. I did that three times before he got me to stop… by holding my hand with his own and lacing his fingers between mine. I looked down at our hands before I looked at him. He continued to stare through the windshield as he kept on driving. But I saw the smirk on his face.

"…Is this how you hold hands when you're getting it in?" I mocked.

"You'll find out soon enough," he replied slyly.

I took in a breath as I tried to hold back my smirk. I then looked out the passenger side window. He got me this time. Still, I did my best not to show that I liked the warmth of his hand… or the feeling of his thumb stroking mine.

We eventually made it to his building. After he put his car in park, we got out of the vehicle and made our way in. I forced myself to move at a normal pace. I really wanted to scoop Scott up in my arms and run the rest of the way. We would have been there in a flash. But, it did feel nice to hold hands with Scott while I walked with him, so I guess that was an even trade for the wait. After an elevator ride that seemed a lot longer than it really was – yeah, I was antsy – we reached his floor. We walked to his door. I was more than glad that he didn't take too long taking the keys out of his pocket and unlocking the door. After opening it, he waved me inside. I smiled before I walked in and took a moment to take off my flats. I turned and watched as Scott closed the door and locked it before he turned on the lights.

"So, are we taking it to your room, or are we going the sofa route?" I teased.

Scott turned around and gave me a slight glare as he took off his black suede Oxford shoes. "Tempting as the latter is, that option is off the table," he replied. "We got house rules here."

I tsked as I tilted my head. "Really? You guys have a rule regarding that?"

"We got rules for all different types of matters." He raised his eyebrows briefly. "Besides, when you live with three other people, certain things should be confined to your bedroom, especially when you're liable to have company over at any given moment."

I nodded. "Okay, I get that. But that just leaves one question." I leaned forward and raised my eyebrows. "Why are we still standing here?"

"Well, I was going to offer you some water," Scott said. I wanted to be annoyed, but he looked so sincere. Still, I rolled my eyes.

"I'm good."

Scott nodded. He then walked over to me and took me by the hand. He guided me to his room. As I walked through the small hallway, I eyed the doors. Some of them were open, showing the bathroom inside. Other ones were closed and were decorated. There was one door that had a picture of the Miami Dolphins logo on it in Black and White. That was definitely Craig's room. Another door had a poster of Hello Kitty adorning it. That was Kitty's. There was another door with a radioactive caution sign on it. Yup, that was Carmilla's room. So I was a bit curious to see what Scott's door looked like. That answer would come soon as Scott came to a stop in front of his room. There wasn't some poster or picture on it. There was just a little wooden sign hanging from a nail by some rope. The sign just said "Scott".

"Well, aren't you exciting," I deadpanned.

"It's a good sign," Scott protested.

"So, are you naturally a low key person, or do you just act that way so people don't think you're a secret superhero?"

"…Yes."

I scoffed. "Of course."

Scott chuckled to himself as he grabbed the door handle and turned it. He pushed the door open and led me inside. He turned on a light switch. I looked around. It was large for a bedroom, but there wasn't much out of the ordinary. There was a king size bed in the middle of the room. There was a dark blue comforter with matching pillows, all of them on a silver fitted sheet. I let go of Scott's hand and started walking around, taking it all in. The white walls were plain. There were two bifold doors that I assumed led to his closet. I stopped at the doors before I looked back at him briefly, just long enough to take in his all black attire – the black leather jacket over the black t-shirt, the black jeans said shirt was tucked into, and the black socks. I looked back at the closet, curious to see what other kind of clothes he had, but I held off. It wouldn't be right if I did go digging through his whole entire room.

Still, I walked around. There was an open door that showed a bathroom. Of course he had the master bedroom. There was a wooden night stand next to his bed with a charging station/alarm clock combo on it. There was a dresser with four drawers. On top of it was a couple of picture frames. I walked up to the frames and looked at them. The one on the left showed him at what I assumed was a bar, standing next to a jukebox with James Rhodes and Sam Wilson. The three of them were in their Air Force BDUs and each of them was holding a beer. On the picture on the right was Scott along with Craig, Kitty, and Carmilla. They were at the dinner table of this very apartment. Judging by Kitty's facing taking up the left side of the picture, it had to be a selfie. Scott and Kitty was the only ones really smiling. Craig's mouth was full of noodles. His eyes were wide and his eyebrows were raised. He was definitely caught off guard. Carmilla wasn't even looking at the camera. She was drinking something green out of a glass bottle as she flipped off the camera.

"The one on the left came from the time when Rhodes, Sam, and I were running missions in AFSPECWAR," Scott said. I was slightly startled. How the hell did he sneak up on me like that? He looked at me. "Did I startle you?"

"A bit," I admitted reluctantly. "You know, you can be low key stealthy."

"You think so?" He shrugged. "I'm nowhere near Kitty's level of being stealthy… or even Peter's."

I raised my eyebrows. "So, what about the other picture?"

"Well… that was the first meal we had together since we moved in here." Scott smiled as he looked at the picture in question. "We didn't get a chance to really sit down and eat together for a while. Carmilla had to deal with SHIELD stuff while basically paying all of the rent for a while. The rest of us were looking for jobs. Craig and Kitty decided to become active vigilantes in New York. We were all busy. But, one day, we weren't, and Kitty stood up and said that we were going to eat together and what wasn't up for debate. So, we ordered Thai food. And then she snapped the picture on her phone."

"And you really made a print out of it?" I asked. I moved behind him and wrapped my arms around his shoulders.

"We all got a copy of it in our respective rooms," Scott confirmed.

"You're quite the sap, you know that?" I planted kisses on the side of his face.

"Is that a bad thing?"

"Far from it," I said between kisses. "But um, enough talk about the past. I need you to change glasses." Reluctantly I let him go as I pulled my face away.

"Oh, right."

I watched him as he walked over to the nightstand. He opened the drawer before he pulled out a different pair of glasses – one that had a band on its temples. Slowly, he removed the glasses he had on and put them in the drawer. He then put on the banded glasses. After closing the drawer, he turned around and looked at me. He was sporting a pair of red sport sunglasses. They hugged his face a little more than his other pair.

"Okay, are you good now?" I asked.

"I am," he confirmed. "But… there's one more thing."

I stared at him. My eye twitched. "Scott… I promise, if you flake out now, we're not talking for at least a month."

"I'm not going to flake. It's just there's one thing you should know about me."

I frowned. "You got some weird kink I don't know about?"

"…No." He tilted his head. "Do you?"

"Um, other than an apparent… You know what? You might find out later. But, anyway, what is it I should know?"

Scott sighed. "…It's been a while since I've done this."

I rolled my eyes. I was getting annoyed. "Okay, so what? I've gone months without getting broken off before."

"…How about seven years?"

My eyes went wide. "…Seven years?"

"Yeah."

"…Wow…" I blinked and shook my head. "Um… wow… okay… like… holy shit!" I didn't even know what to say to that. I closed my eyes and shook my head again. "I'm sorry, I really am. It's just… wow." I looked at Scott again. Luckily, he didn't look offended. "Like, not even during the Blip Years?"

"I… I have a thing about having sex with someone who I'm not in a relationship with." He smiled sheepishly. "And since I haven't been in a relationship with anyone since Jean…"

I nodded, still shocked. "Okay… well… At least no one can say you're for the streets." That actually got a chuckle out of him. I smiled slightly. "…I'm guessing you want to take it slow the first couple of rounds?" He nodded. "I can do that."

After that was said, I lifted up my right finger and beckoned him to come to me. He walked up to me. I wrapped my arms around him and held him tight against me while placed my lips against his. I felt his hands run and down my back. I moaned against his lips. We were making out for several seconds. I felt his dick harden against me during that time and…

I quickly pulled away before I stared at him with a serious expression. "Clothes off, now," I ordered. He smiled before he did as I told him. While he was undressing, I took my clothes off as quickly as possible. I almost wanted to rip them off me, but I remembered I wasn't home and I doubted anyone who lived here had clothes that could fit me.

Tall woman problems, am I right?

Anyway, my clothes were on the floor, leaving me in nothing but my underwear. I looked over at Scott, who was only in his boxer briefs. I looked at his crotch before I looked at him. He bit his lip as he looked me up and down. I gave him a smirk as I raised my eyebrow.

"You've seen me in underwear before," I pointed out, remembering California.

"I've also seen the sunrise before," he retorted as he stepped towards. And goddamn was that smooth. He placed a quick kiss against my lips. I smiled widely for a moment before my expression became serious.

"Take your time with me, Slim," I whispered to him. "You got me all night."

"I will," Scott replied.

And he did, after grabbing a condom. He took the time to learn how to love me – how I liked to be touched, where I wanted his mouth and hands to be, how I wanted to be stroked and caressed, and how I liked my hair being played with. He was eager. He was curious. He was unselfish and willing to please. And I was enjoying every minute of it. Of course, I figured out a few things about him as well, like his tendency to heap praise on me and kiss all over my body (both of which I enjoyed a lot) and how he enjoys me running a finger up and down his spine. After some minutes, we both finished around the same time, with me just ahead of him. He collapsed on top of me, and I held him against me. We were both panting like dogs.

"So… seven years, huh?" I huffed out. I felt him nod against my chest. "…I wish I found you a bit sooner."

"I'm guessing you're pleased," he commented with a muffled voice.

I scoffed. "Pleased? Slim, I'm coming back for seconds, thirds, fourths…"

"You really are going to be the death of me." I laughed. Slowly, he raised his head just enough so I could see his shaded eyes. "…I really do like you, Joanna."

I smirked. "No shit." My smirk became a bit wider. "…I like you, too, Slim." He smiled back at me. He then removed himself from atop of me. I moaned when I felt him leave me. "Where you going?"

"To dispose of this condom and grab some Gatorade from the fridge." Scott looked over at me. "We're going to need it."

I nodded. "Okay, but don't take too long. If you do, we're going to have to break a certain rule." He chuckled as he looked forward and started to walk out. My eyes dropped a bit as I watched him leave.

Oh this was going to be a great night.