John closed the taxi door after Cortana and he had both gotten out. She paid the driver and they turned to the tower. She unlocked the door and they walked in. John went up to the room that he'd begun to call his and changed into his civvies, leaving the undersuit folded on the bed. He threw the bag with his armor in it into the corner of the room. He sighed, putting his hand up his sleeve and running his fingers along the spot where the metal arm met with his shoulder.
John pulled his hand from his shirt and walked over to the door. He opened it, slightly surprised to find Cortana standing there. As usual, she wasn't wearing any clothes.
"Hey." He greeted with a small smile. "Need something?"
She smiled back. "Can I come in?"
"Why are you asking me?" He raised an eyebrow. "This is your house."
She let out a soft laugh. "I nearly forgot."
John grinned, forcing back a laugh. He stepped back, gesturing into the room. "Come on in."
Cortana walked in as John closed the door behind her. Suddenly, she grabbed him and pulled him onto the bed. Shock flooded through him and his heart pounded in his chest.
"C-Cortana?" He asked. "What are you doing?"
She gave him a smile and tore his shirt open, tearing it from his body. She ran a hand across his exposed and scarred chest. It felt good, compared to the beating Madsen had given him. He let out a sigh, letting his body relax. He closed his eyes for a moment. He felt clothing slipping down his legs. His eyes snapped open just in time to see her toss his underwear and pants across the room. The blankets on the bed were pulled out from under him, all but a thin green one. She put it over him and snapped a finger.
John flinched as he felt something tugging on his metal arm. He turned to see that his arm was chained to the bed. He balled the hand into a fist and yanked on the chain, only to feel a small pain where the metal met his skin at the top of his shoulder. He grabbed his metal wrist and pulled as hard as he could, though it did practically nothing. He let go of the wrist, finding it hard to fight down anger.
Why was she toying with him?
