Hey there! Peanut here, and I've brought with me the newest addition to Kissing Boys in the City! Once more I do not own Fantastic Four nor do I own any of the characters because if I did, I would have Johnny all to myself but seeing as I don't disclaimers are a must. I do own Jessica Summer, the receptionist, the security guards, and the mysterious blond. Now onward march!

Kissing Boys in the City

by xxPeanutxx

Chapter 2

Of Paint and Pervs

Jessica's POV

After storming into the limo that awaited to take her furniture shoping, Jessica was still steamed at the ordasity of the man back in the elevator. She hadn't been in the city for more than thirty minutes and already she had some sick pervert trying to hit on her.

'Admit it, he was hot. You should have jumped him when you had the chance.'

Growling at her brain's dirty thoughts, she turned herself to look out the tinted window. Never had she been in a limo before, her sister gone in one for homecomings and proms, while she had gone stag, opting to get dropped off by a parent. If she hadn't been so angry, she might have enjoyed the limo ride. The city seem to never end, and as she passed building by building she made notes of where places were for future reference. Here she was, alone in a limo, in the big city and she was mad within her first hour. She thought about back home, where her comfort was, where she knew people, where she grew up. She was starting to make herself homesick. She was snapped out of her thoughts when the driver called to her.

"Where to Miss?"

"Is there a paint store near by?"

"Professionals or do it your self?"

"The do it yourself will be nice."

"Ah, then I know just the place miss."

"Call me Jessica. Miss is something I find rather.. distant."

"Only if you call me Elvis then." He said with a grin. "Its by god given name."

Smiling to the Elvis, she watched as he pulled over to a curb and got out to let her out. They stood out infront of a paint store that also tripled over with carpets and blinds. Elvis let her know he would be waiting out front, and she went in and browsed around. To say they had loads of colors would have been an understatement. Just about any color you could think of was in the room and all separated by style and color. What worked with what style and suggestions for rooms. It took her about twenty minutes before she picked a few colors. A nice red for her room, a light green for the living room, and a goldish brown for the halls. After ordering a few cans of each, she left the store. Helping Elvis, much to his protesting, with placing the cans in the trunk and they headed off to the nearest furniture place.

After an hour of browsing for the right pieces, Elvis had suggested lunch before looking into accents. They stopped at a hot dog vendor, to which Jessica found was so great. She had never had a New York hot dog. But the smell was great and the taste was over the top. After their lunch break, they found a few home decor stores. Getting everything from towels, pots and pans, frames, curtains, blankets, rugs and other stuff to make a home a home.. They headed to a electronics store. Finding a decent size t.v and a dvd player was easy. It was finding all the hookups and finding dvds to watch. So after another hour, and everything was loaded into the limo, Elvis reminded her that she probably needed to get atleast her room painted before her furniture arrived in the morning. Dropping her off and helping the bellhop load her to several trollies, Elvis bid her a farewell, and the limo took off.

The elevator ride was alot better this time than earlier. No pervs and no fan girls. She didn't bother to ask who the man was from earlier. If that was who lived on the floor abover her's then she didn't want to know him. Upon arrival to her floor she noticed a bouquet of flowers at her door. Roses mixed with Lilies. They were beautiful, however the note made her want to chuck them the nearest window.

'Beauty like yours never goes unnoticed. A better meeting we shall have.'

Glaring at the note, she had to give the perv SOME credit. If she were an empty headed bimbo she would have fallen for the words. However, she had more smarts than that and after some debate she figure she would keep the flowers, just dump the note and pretend it didn't arrive with them.

The Bellhop had placed all the stuff into the apartment. Tipping him once more, She began to arrange by rooms where stuff would go. It was only 4:00pm. She had time to paint aleast one room or two if she just did the halls and her room. Deciding on painting her room, she pulled out the red and began to paint her room. After ten minutes the smell became nausiating, so she opened the window to her apartment and cracked her door open. Pulling out her ipod, she went back to the task of painting her room. Had the Ipod been turned down she might have heard someone call into her apartment. She would have heard someone knock, and she most definately would have seen that someone was in her apartment. However, she was bent over, touching up a spot, causing her rear to be sticking out. She didn't notice her visitor staring at her rear. She did however feel when her rear was smacked not once but twice. She screamed and turned and noticed it was the guy from earlier. She also noticed that he was red handed having touched her newly painted walls. Curiousity got to her as she twisted her body to check her rear, another fustrated scream followed.

Johnny's POV

He still couldn't believe she smacked him earlier. Most if not all women loved him. They didn't care if he was single or not. Hell he didn't care if they were single or not. He they wanted him, they usually got him but only for a night. He wasn't the kind to linger on a woman for to long. Not wanting anyone to get attached to him and vice versa. Plus, being a super hero would put them in danger. He didn't understand how Su and Reed did it nor did Ben and Alicia did it but they did. Watching them act all lovey dovey made him sick and even more glad for his bachelor status. So why was it that this stick figure, flat chested, violent woman on his mind? He loved women sure, but he liked them curvy and so much more filled. He dated his share of models and she was nothing compared to them. If you had put the violent woman next to the models, all votes would go to the womans. As shallow as that sounded, he came to the conclusion that the poor woman was in need of help. She wasn't from the city and she needed help adjusting. So who was he not to help a person in need?

It was about 4:45pm, when he decided to trek down to her apartment. Once he got off the elevator, he could smell paint. Her apartment door was cracked open and he called in. He could hear moving, but no one answered him. So he knocked on the open door loudly. She still didnt answer. Telling himself he was only checking to make sure she hadn't been attacked, or atleast that would be his excuse, he followed the sounds to a room that was being painted. The room was being painted red. He made a nod of approval at the choice in color and as he glanced around the room his eyes found a rather nice rear sticking out. The shorts covering it where short and fringed. As she moved with her painting her rear moved to causing Johnny to stare. 'Not bad, nice legs too. If she were just a bit more busty, I would go for her, hell, I would still go for her without the bustiness.' Noticing the open can of paint, Johnny could only stare at it before turning his attention back to the rear. It was taunting him. It begged to be smacked. Noticing the loud music from some ear phones added to the tempation. 'To smack or not to smack?' Without much hesitation, he stuck his hands in the red paint, and went over and smacked her rear, not once but twice leaving a red hand print on each cheek. The startled scream she let out caused him to back up a bit. When she whipped around to face him, he noticed that she was looking at his hands. He found it amusing to watch her twist to see the damage done, but when she saw it the next scream was out of fustration. The way she glared at him made him doubt his choice of action.

She stalked up to him, causing him to back into a wall. She may have been shorter than him, but the look in her eyes screamed murder. She reached out and grabbed his collar bringing him down to her level. She looked ready to scream at him. Closing his eyes in expectation of the shouts, he didn't notice her walk away from him, nor did he realize she picked up the can of paint, he did however open his eyes to find red paint coming at him, and before he could dodge it, he was covered head to toe. It wasn't until after she tossed the paint, that she started swearing at him. Some of the words out her mouth made him proud that there was a woman with a mouth as bad as his. Smirking, he pushed himself off the wall and stalked towards her. He noticed her expression change from anger to nervous and soon he tackled her to the ground. Once they hit the ground, the red paint dish she was using splashed up causing it to fall all over them. She fought with him, kicking the other open paint can, causing it to fly in the air. When he finally managed to pin her arms above her head and pin her legs down with his own did he look at her and laugh.

"What the hell is so damn funny!?" She demanded of him. She had red paint splattered on her face and a trail of it going down the front of her shirt. Her hair was covered in it and was sticking out all over the place. Bending his face down so that they were only an inch apart, he could see he was causing her to be uncomfortable. He pressed his nose into her neck and nuzzled her neck. She squirmed and tried to get him off. He just couldnt help the next words out his mouth.

"We could always do it with the paint on? I'm game to trying something new and.."

He never got to finish. He didn't know where she got the strength from, but he found himself pushed off rather hard. 'What the hell?! How did she do that?!' Next thing he knew, her small hand met the side of his face for the second time that day. He stared in awe at the force of the slap. She grabbed him by his ear, yanking him to the door and proceeded to tell him off.

"Listen perv, I have no time for this. Next time, I go for your "goods" maybe then you will value that not all girls are sluts!" With that she gave him a kick to the ass, and slammed her door. He could hear her lock the doors and huff away. She was rude, strong, could swear, and she had an attitude. 'And she will be mine if I have to play dirty for her.' Getting up, he went back to the elevator to head back to his apartment. Oh yes, he would have her. He began to plan how it would work out.

Jessica's POV

'IMA KILL HIM, IMA KILL HIM, IMA KILL HIM' her brain seem to scream out. The nerve of him, coming into her apartment, and smacking her ass. Then tackle her to the ground and start nuzzling her. Is he stupid!?

'You know you liked it. How often do guys start trying to neck you? NEVER!'

'NO! I so didn't like that. I admit, he is good looking, but the guy is a man whore. I wouldnt want him!'

'So the guy from earlier, you know the one who ignored you, you want him? PLEASE, your gum under his shoe!'

"LEAVE ME ALONE!!!" She screamed out loud. Who knew fighting with yourself would cause you to go crazy. She heard a knock on the door. Thinking it was the perv, she ran to the door to tell him off, but the second she opened the door, she wish she could have died.

We shall leave it there. Stay tuned for the next chapter. And do review. It helps with the writer's growing process. Yes, Johnny is being an ass, thats his natural self. He is an ass, until your really get to know him.