Joanna Cargill

I was a bit mad at Scott.

When he called me after the Kraven situation, I was happy when he told me that he bought a ticket for me to come to London – on a first class flight, too. I was extremely disappointed when he told me that he needed to talk business with me. It took all of my energy not to tell him to get fucked. Don't get me wrong. I understood his reason. But it didn't change the fact that I hadn't seen him face to face for a long time and I was being flown over for the sake of superhero shit.

It also didn't change the fact that I was touch-starved.

I became a little less upset during the flight over. The food was very good and the movie choices were actually great. Still, when I landed, I was a bit sour.

"I get flown out to London in first class by my boyfriend, and we're not even having a vacation," I grumbled to myself at baggage claim. "I hate this shit."

A taxi ride later, I was at Scott's hotel. I stepped inside of the lobby, walked up to the person at the front desk, and told them I was here for Erik Le Roux. After the person made a phone call, I was given directions to Scott's room. Once I reached it, I knocked on the door and waited. Not long after, the door opened up. Scott was on the other side. He looked up at me and smiled.

"Hey Jo," he greeted.

"Hi Scott," I said coolly. His smile faded a bit. He knew I was mad at him. He stepped aside and beckoned me in. I walked in and looked around the place as I dropped my bag on the floor. The hotel was… pretty basic. It had a bed. It had a mini-fridge. It had a TV. It pretty much had everything you'd expect a decent hotel to have. It was nothing extravagant, really. But that's to be expected. Scott was nothing if he wasn't low key. "You want anything to drink? I have Coke, Gatorade, and water in the fridge."

"I'm good for now, thanks. Let's just get down to business."

He nodded slowly. "Okay." He reached out and took me by the hand. Despite the petty side of me wanting to pull my hand away, I allowed him to guide me towards the bed. The two of us sat down before he looked at me. "So, here's the deal. Like I told you over the phone, I'm tracking down a certain person. When I was in Haiti, something occurred to me. Despite how well known this guy is, there wasn't exactly much in the way of news about where this guy was buried after he –"

"After he fucked around and died finding out, yes," I finished.

Scott nodded. "Exactly. So, with Kitty and Carmilla's help, I searched through the obituary records in the U.S. I'm talking every state, commonwealth, and territory. His name didn't come up. I started searching in Europe. There was a hit here, in London. I got the location of his grave. It's in the London area."

I tilted my head. "He did die here."

"True as that may be, it's still pretty odd for an American to be buried in another country without citizenship or significant time in that country."

I nodded in concession. "You have a point." I narrowed my eyes. "So what are we going to do? Are we going to head to this graveyard and dig up his plot?"

"…Yes."

I scoffed as I shook my head. "Of course." I turned away, putting my back towards Scott as I crossed my arms. "I haven't seen you in almost a month, and now that I finally see you – in London – we're still 'on the clock'. Fuck you, Scott."

Things went a bit quiet after that. In those moments of silence, I started to wonder if I was just being a bitch. Really, I understood why Scott was going about things a certain way. It really wasn't a good time for a vacation, especially given who he was tracking down. I was just frustrated more than anything. I was missing Scott during the days he was gone. I was missing his kisses. I was missing his cuddles. I was missing his tongue. And I was missing that monster between his legs. Even when I tried to take things into my own hands, it was only a temporary fix and I always just end up coming down from the high of an orgasm and remembering that Scott's not there to hold me afterwards. So, as I took in a breath, I was ready to apologize. Before I could, though, I felt the mattress move a bit. Right after that, Scott's arms were around my shoulders. He rested his chin rest on my left shoulder.

"I'm sorry," he said into my ear. "I don't mean to neglect you. Sometimes, I tend to throw myself into my endeavors so hard that I tend to have tunnel vision."

I huffed out a breath. "That's not good," I grumbled, doing my best to ignore the feeling my body was getting just from being touched by him.

"I've actually gotten better at it."

I scoffed. "This is better?"

"Well… yes. They're used to be a time I would have total radio silence. I didn't know it was that bad until Jean got on me about it – in the most extreme way possible."

I uncrossed my arms. "And what is the most extreme way possible?"

"…She withheld sex from me… for thirty days straight. What made it even worse is that she'd walk around in clothes that hugged her figure just right during the day and go to bed in lingerie at night just to fuck with me. I had to exile myself to the couch for the sake of my sanity."

I actually laughed. "Serves your ass right."

Scott chuckled. "Yeah, it does."

I sighed. I brought my left arm up and placed my hand on the back of his head. "…Scott… let me be real with you. I'm more frustrated than anything. I've been missing you for a long time. And having to deal with Kraven while not having a proper way to take the edge off ain't exactly fun. And now we're here, in a different country. Instead of spending the day and night taking in the sights doing stuff out on the town, we're here on 'business'. I just wish we could give Cyclops and Frenzy a rest for a few days. You get that, right?"

"I do." He kissed me on the cheek after he said that. I kept a poker face, resisting the urge to react to that.

"Taking that out on you wasn't cool. So, I'm sorry."

Scott tightened his arms around me and he pressed his cheek against mines. "Two things can be true. But honestly, I should be taking the blame for this. I'll make it up to you. I promise."

I smirked for a moment. But it was only for a moment. I pulled away from Scott before I turned and faced him. I looked directly into his lenses, making sure he knew I was serious. "Yeah, you will. I want a real vacation. No going undercover, no making it a 'work' vacation to kill two birds with stone, no Cyclops and Frenzy. I don't even want Erek and Tempo. I just want to be able to be Joanna while enjoying my time with Scott. Do you understand me?"

Scott nodded. "I do."

"Good. Now, what time are we heading out to this graveyard?"

"I was planning on going out at eleven tonight. Digging up graves is not exactly something I want to do in the middle of the day." He raised his eyebrows. "So, does that mean I can count on your help?"

"…Yeah, you can." I then gave him a certain smirk. I saw a look of fear on his face. "But I'm going to need a down payment." I said that last part suggestively.

He tilted his head in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"It's simple, Slim." I leaned forward and started to kiss his neck. Between kisses, I continued to speak. "I'm going to need you… to come up out your clothes… and give me what I've been missing."

"Wait, here?"

"Mhm."

"Now?"

"Yup."

"But… but… I don't have the proper protection."

"You mean your glasses?" I kissed my way up to his temple.

"Well, no, I actually have them on, but I don't have condoms."

"I got a pack in my luggage, and we got hours to kill." I pulled my face away and looked at him. "And right now… I want to go for ten."

Scott tried to glare at me, but he couldn't keep the smile off of his face. "…You really are the worst, Jo."

"And don't you forget it."

I leaned forward and placed my lips against his. He wasted no time in kissing me back. I wrapped my arms around him, prompting him to do the same to me. I leaned forward into the kiss before I parted my lips and brought my tongue out. I licked his lips. He didn't even hesitate in parting them and allowing my tongue to enter his mouth. His tongue found mine and move against mine. I moaned as I enjoyed the taste. Honestly, I didn't even need the foreplay. But I wanted it – I craved it. With each passing second, I felt myself going wilder and wilder. Eventually, I pulled away.

"Arms up," I grunted out. Scott did as he was told. I grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled up. I took his shirt off carefully – partially so I wouldn't rip his shirt, but mostly so I wouldn't accidently take dislodge his glasses and cause a potential disaster. I stood up and tossed his shirt to the side. "On your back, now." I was almost taken aback by the growl in my voice when I said that. Scott didn't seem to have any problems with the tone I took with him. He actually smiled as he lay back in bed and repositioned himself until his head on one of the pillows on the head of the mattress. I removed my shoes before I crawled onto the bed and onto him. I placed a quick kiss on his lips and kissed my way downwards. I spent time on his chest, leaving wet spots on his pecks before I licked his nipples. I gave one of them a gentle bite, causing him to inhale sharply. From there, I kissed down his abs until I reached his pants.

Once again, I had to fight the urge to literally rip the rest of his clothes off. Instead, I unbuttoned his pants with forced patience. After I pulled down the zipper, I dug my fingers underneath the bands of his underwear and pants before I pulled them off. For my patience, I was gifted with the sight of his fully erect dick. I smiled as I tossed the garments off to the side.

"That's a sight I haven't seen in a good while," I said. I wrapped my hand around the member and gave it a few strokes until Scott started to squirm. I looked Scott in his face, seeing that his mouth is ajar. I saw his chest rise up and down. I smirked at him. "Be honest with me, Slim. How angry would you be if I edged you and stopped?"

"I'd hate to find out," he replied. I heard the anxiousness in his voice. Feeling a bit playful, I started to stroke him again, doing so rather slowly. I heard him inhale.

"How much have you missed me?" I raised my hand and brushed circles around his head with my thumb. I started to feel a bit of stickiness, no doubt from the pre-cum. "I need to hear it."

"I missed you the moment I stepped foot on that plane."

I stopped playing with his tip and raised an eyebrow. "Is that true? Or are you just saying that because you haven't been inside of me for a long while?"

"Both, to be honest."

I smiled. "Acceptable answer."

I brought my eyes back on his dick. I brought my mouth towards it. I brought my tongue out and licked around the tip, tasting the pre-cum that coated it. I then took him in my mouth, wrapping my lips around it. As I heard him moan, I bobbed my head up and down slowly, savoring the taste as I closed my eyes. I then opened them and watched Scott, seeing him squirm and moan. I smiled before I started to move my head up and down at a faster pace. I heard him grunt. I knew he was trying to hold back. That only encouraged me. At one point, I took in his entire length, my nose pressing against his body just below his belt line. I held myself there before I pulled away briefly, leaving behind a thick coat of saliva. After taking a moment to fix my breathing, I took in my mouth again at the same fast pace.

"Jo… Joanna!" he grunted out. "I'm… I'm about to –!"

A split second later, spurts of semen hit my tongue. I closed my eyes as I savored the bitter taste on my tongue. I kept my mouth around his member as I continued to drink from him until every last drop was consumed. I lifted my head and looked at Scott. I swallowed before I stuck my tongue out, showing him that swallowed everything. His mouth was open. He was breathing hard.

"You really did miss me, huh?" I said jokingly.

"You're going to be the death of me," he replied with a ragged breath. He took in one last breath before he propped himself up on his elbows. He looked at me. Even with his glasses on, I could see the look of desire on his face. I knew what he wanted to do. "…Allow me to return the favor."

I almost wanted to turn him down. I was ready to move past the foreplay and get straight to the sex. But I knew Scott enjoyed giving as much as he loved receiving. With that in mind, I decided to oblige him.

"Okay," I said. I laid myself down on my side next to him. I place a kiss on his cheek. "You know, if it wasn't for the fact that I'm 230, I would have used your face as a seat." I scoffed. "Tall woman problems, am I right?"

"I do have a strong neck," he remarked with a chuckled. He then turned on his side, facing me. "Unfortunately, my glasses aren't as durable."

"Such a shame."

I pulled him close to me. As we kissed, I turned on my back and pulled him on top of me. He placed his hand on my cheek as we continued to kiss. The kiss didn't last too long. He started to move lower, kissing my cheek before spent time kissing my neck. Once again, a part of me wished I skipped the foreplay. But as I lay there, biting my lip, there's no doubt I'd be the biggest liar on Earth if I said I didn't enjoy what that mouth of Scott's do. After about a minute, I gently pushed him away before I sat up. I took off my shirt and removed my bra, tossing both of them aside after I did so. Scott scooted forward and hugged me. I hugged him back and held him tight. He placed kisses on shoulder during the embrace. Reluctantly, I let him go and lay back down. He hovered over me and placed kisses on my collarbone. He then kissed his way down to my chest. He pulled away and gently grabbed my breasts with both hands. He squeezed and kneaded them as I watched him. I started to moan as I lay my head on the pillow. I then whispered his name when he focused on my nipple. I lay there, enjoying his tongue going to work on my breasts. With each lick, I was getting wound up. In the back of my mind, I had thoughts of just pinning Scott down and just getting straight to fucking, condoms be damned. However, those thoughts were just that – thoughts. I had enough self-control and foresight not to try and pull something that stupid.

Eventually, Scott moved on from my chest. I almost pouted, but I knew that had to happen for him to do what he wanted to do next. I watched him as he kissed his way down to my stomach, taking a moment to place a peck on each of my abs. I chuckled. It always amused me whenever he did that. After that, he reached the waist band of my pants. He carefully unbuttoned my pants before he unzipped them. I lifted up hips, allowing him to pull my pants down to my knees along with my underwear. I then raised my knees and feet, allowing him to pull my pants and underwear off completely. As he tossed my clothes to the side, I parted my legs as I smiled at him.

"Go on," I urged. "This pussy's been missing you."

"The feeling's mutual," he replied.

He brought his face towards my lower lips and gave them a kiss before he started licking them. He started off slow at first, but when I clutched the back of his head with my right hand as my left hand grabbed a fistful of sheets, he upped his pace. My moans started to become louder. I had to fight the urge to close my legs around his head. I didn't want to injure him. Still, I held his head in place. That just encouraged his tongue to attack with gusto, moaning against my core – the vibrations from sounds was more than welcomed. His hands started to wonder, moving up and down my sides before they moved to my chest. As he kneaded my chest and rub my nipples with his fingers, I felt myself coming close. Then his tongue found my clit.

"YES, YES, YES, YEEEEEESSSS!" I screamed out as my upper body rose, leaving my head to hang for a bit. I was still gripping his head and he was still licking, cleaning me up. I rode out the wave I got from the orgasm. When Scott stopped licking, I slowly let go of his head and lay back down. He crawled up on me and started kissing me. Almost automatically, I held him close to me as we made out. His tongue made his way into my mouth. I tasted myself. The flavor paired well with the taste of him in my mouth. I don't know how long we were making out for. I didn't even care. I was enjoying this. But as much as I was enjoying it, his hard-on reminded me of what I wanted. I broke the kiss and smiled at him.

"I need you to get wrapped up," I said.

"Where should I look?" he asked.

"Front compartment."

He gave me one more kiss before he moved from atop of me. I watched him and waited patiently as he went about retrieving the box of condoms, taking one out, unwrapping it, and putting it on. As I watched him, I couldn't help but think about the relationship Scott and I have.

Our relationship… is kind of like a sitcom. We were kind of opposites. Scott is low key. While I wouldn't call him a homebody, he finds joy in the simple stuff, like going out to dinner or watching a movie. While I enjoy those things, I was more of a clubber and traveler. Outside of superhero stuff, Scott is kind of quiet, almost shy. I am loud and brash. He's also a lot gentler than I am. I didn't fear losing control of my powers while he was definitely concerned about losing control of his.

Not that I blamed him.

Normally, I wouldn't go for a guy like that. Then again, how we met was far from normal. Not a lot of couples would say they first met when one broke into… sorry… unlawfully entered the other's home. I also didn't expect him to unmask himself and give his name for the sake of the others. Honestly, while I did find him handsome, I was only messing with him in the beginning. And yet, from that day forward, I couldn't stop thinking about him. He went from being someone I could mess with to having my curiosity. And the way his hands felt against my body when he gave me a massage and the way he showed concern for me when I offered to be bait for Doug out in Palm Springs really got my attention. When we got back, we talked more. I even managed to get him to open up enough for him to flirt with me.

And here we are.

Scott walked over and smiled at me. "What's on your mind?" he asked.

"Just waiting for you to give me what you've been depriving me of," I replied.

He bent over and placed a kiss on my forehead. "Oh I will."

He moved on to the bed and positioned himself between my legs as I parted them. He then used his hand to guide himself into my hole. With how wet I was from the foreplay, it went in easily, causing me to moan. He lay on top of me, burying his face into my chest. I wrapped my left arm around his shoulders and ran the middle finger of my right hand up and down his spine. After a few seconds, he started to move. He started off slowly, going in and out of me gently. I wrapped my legs around him. My breathing became deeper. Eventually I started moaning. Gradually, he increased the pace. I felt his breath against my chest as he started to grunt. I started moaning loudly. I then started screaming when he reached the pace and depth I liked. I squeezed him against me, once again making sure to mind my strength. The creaking of the mattress reached my ears. His hands found my breast again. He massaged my right breast as he sucked on the nipple of my left. I could only take a few more seconds of it before I orgasmed again. As I screamed out, I squeezed him a bit harder against me. He kept on thrusting until he reached his peak, grunting out loud as he did so. He thrust slowly a few more times before he settled down.

I continued to hold him as I let myself get lost in the feeling. Scott was quiet. I almost though he fell asleep. After a few minutes, though, he slowly pulled out of me, causing me to moan. He looked at me.

"Am I forgiven?" he asked. I caught off guard – not just by his question, but also the sincerity of it.

"I might need a little bit more convincing," I replied in jest. Whether or not he knew I was joking, I couldn't tell. He moved and brought his face closer to mine before he placed a slow and tender kiss against my lips. I kissed him back, matching him. I broke the kiss before I rubbed my nose against his. "We're good, Scott. But we're not done yet."

Scott chuckled as he shook his head. "You're the worst, Jo."

"And don't you forget it, Slim."