Riley didn't bother locking the bathroom door. She figured that she was the only person on this side of the building, so there wasn't a reason. Filling the tub with water as hot as she could stand, along with some light fragrance and bubbles, she shucked off her clothes and turned on the music app on her phone.

Once the tub was full, she turned off the water, and lowered herself, sighing as her tired muscles slowly released all the built up tension. Letting her head fall back against the side of the tub, she relaxed and listened to the playlist she usually listened to when writing.

As Hunger by Ross Copperman played, she considered her writing and how she hadn't touched her laptop in days. She was so focused on what was going on with her brother and Ben that the manuscript was laying untouched. Luckily she didn't yet have an advance or a deal, so there wasn't any pressure, aside from what she placed on herself. She sat and considered her book idea, what she was doing here in the Baxter building, and then she forced herself to relax. Closing her eyes, she simply focused on the music and the warmth of the water, and allowed herself to slow and calm.

Riley must have drifted off because she didn't hear the door open. She didn't hear the soft intake of breath. She didn't even notice that the room got warmer. She did notice, however, when her music stopped. Johnny accidentally bumped into the counter and knocked her phone off. When it dropped to the floor, it hit the power button, stopping her music. Her eyes popped open and they found his. Trapped like two animals caught in headlights, they both stopped breathing.

Riley was fully aware that she'd been in the bath long enough for the bubbles to be almost entirely gone. She was also aware that his eyes, while staying almost entirely on hers, weren't always staying above the neck. She also knew it wasn't entirely his fault that he was standing in the bathroom, she hadn't locked the door after all. Although, she was pretty sure she hadn't heard a knock. Had he knocked? Johnny reached for her phone and picked it up, trying to be careful where to keep his eyes. Riley, for the most part, stayed in the water. She realized that she was breathing hard, as though somehow she'd been exercising or doing something difficult. Swallowing, she tried to say something, anything to break the silence that kept going.

"I-" Johnny said, standing up from picking up her phone, sitting it back on the counter where it had been before he'd knocked it off. "I didn't know anyone was here." He said, lamely.

Riley licked her lips, wondering when her mouth had gone so dry. "Yeah, I'd moved to this end. I thought you'd all be closer to the lab." She said, sounding strangely breathless to her own ears. "My fault for not locking the door."

He shook his head. "I should have knocked." He still wasn't moving toward the door. And he was between her and her towel, bathrobe, and pajamas. "As for being closer to the lab, I'd rather not be near the egg heads." He shrugged, as if that explained everything. Which she supposed it did.

Shaking her head, trying to figure out if she felt so vague because she'd taken a nap in the water, Riley tried again. "I'm sorry, could you step out for a moment?" She gestured to the towel behind him. "I'd like to get dressed." Why did she sound confused? Where did her assertiveness go?

"Oh, shit." He said, moving quickly. "Yeah, let me just-" He stepped quickly outside and shut the door.

Riley stood up, her legs shaky. She pulled the plug from the tub and let the water out. Drying herself carefully, she made a note to lock the door from now on. Apparently she was sharing this side of the building with Johnny Storm. Great, so she wouldn't need the surveillance to keep an eye out on him. Getting dressed, she wondered if he'd be outside the door or if he'd be in whichever room he'd picked for his own. Shaking off the curiosity, she finished getting ready for an evening of writing. "Get over yourself, Richards." She muttered to the mirror.

Giving her hair a long swipe with her brush, she opened the bathroom door and stepped into the hallway. She wasn't surprised to see it empty. Johnny Storm was not interested in her. Thank God. He was just shocked because he came across a wet naked woman who wasn't his sister in the Baxter Building. Letting out a long breath, she made her way to the room she'd selected for her own, and let herself in. She nearly jumped out of her skin when she realized her bed was holding Hot Pants himself.

"JESUS!" She yelled. Nearly dropping her hairbrush and phone, she jumped.

Johnny was sitting back against the headboard of her new bed, his shoes, she was thankful to see were on the floor next to the bed and he was relaxing like he belonged there. He smiled with the same childlike glee he did when he pulled a prank on Ben at her jump scared self. Rolling her eyes, and wondering if her nanny could have been correct that her face would freeze like that, she walking fully into her room and closed the door. She put her brush down and set her phone carefully on the desk that held her laptop.

Turning to the man sitting on her bed, she gave him a look that she hoped showed an expectation of explanation. He sat staring back just as comfortably. Stalemate.

"Well?" She asked.

"Yes?" He asked, infuriating in his calm.

Fighting the urge to throw her hands in the air, and stomp her foot. Riley pulled her desk chair out and sat primly in it, crossing her ankles. She also placed her hands carefully in her lap. Waiting precisely like her mother used to, when she and Reed would get into some type of scrape as children.

"Riley," Johnny said, sitting up and moving to the edge of her bed. She watched him, noticing that he was dressed in casual clothes, not the onesie that was perfect for their powers. Or at least he wasn't wearing that on top. "I really didn't mean to walk in on you in the bath."

She waited, knowing that he wanted to say more. Johnny was slowly becoming aware that Riley had more to her than an average human, but he wasn't fully certain of what.

"I won't say I'm sorry for what I saw." She raised an eyebrow at that. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I'm sorry I saw it without your permission, and I'm sorry it was without your consent." He smiled at her then. Reaching across the space between them, he touched her clasped hands, pulling one into his much larger hand.

"I won't be able to forget what I saw, Riley." He said, his voice sounding different than she'd ever heard. "And I don't want to." He stood then. "I'll let you rest now, but I was wondering, if you'd like to-" he stopped then, and for once Riley saw Johnny Storm uncertain.

She smiled, and pressed her hand against his. "We'll talk tomorrow, Johnny." She said. Standing up, she waited until he grabbed his shoes, then he straightened and was standing flush against her. She wanted to back away, but found that she couldn't. Before either of them knew what they were doing, he bent down and she reached up, and their lips met briefly. One light touch and the heat that he was just getting used to flared. They both took a step back. "Goodnight, Johnny."

"Night, Riley." He said, not trusting himself to say anything else.