He chuckled, scooping up another spoonful of cold, gooey sweetness. "Not me. My roommate, Ben, but it's about time he get a place of his own anyway. And yes, I'm sure. I mean, until you get your own place." He didn't want to push her, thinking she might not take well to the idea of them "living in sin". He was trying to take things as slow as possible and do it right this time.
The pink on her cheeks this time was entirely his fault for planting the image of them living together in her mind. And as much as Liv might want to seem mature and ready to take her time, she really wasn't. "No, I ... I'd like that," she smiled her shy smile from behind her spoon, catching a falling drip on the end of her tongue before closing her lips around the spoon itself. "Thank you."
He shrugged his shoulders non-chalantly, as if it was nothing. "I can't let you go homeless, can I?" He smiled, and licked his spoon again, sighing when he looked into the carton and found his sundae had turned to a pile of mush. "Ice cream and me don't get along too well."
"And your room-mate really won't mind?" Even the fate of someone she didn't know seemed to worry Liv. Then Johnny drew attention to what was now his fudgey-milky drink, and she couldn't help laughing a little in sympathy. "Oh dear ... Here, have some of mine." She didn't hand over the carton, guessing accurately that it was his natural heat that had melted his treat, but loaded up her spoon to feed him a fresh, unmelted mouthful with a grin.
He smiled at the offer, leaning in and opening his mouth like a dutiful child waiting for his mother to feed him. Once he had the ice cream in his mouth, he leaned back, mumbling a satisfying noise that sounded like, "Mmmmmm." Ice cream was a rare treat with him. It always melted before he could get more than a few licks or spoonfuls in. He'd experimented with all different ways of trying to keep it cold while he ate it, but nothing ever seemed to work very well. Ice cream, it seemed, was the bane of his existence.
That quiet sound of pleasure that rumbled from him as he enjoyed that mouthful of the frozen sweet brought a fascinated glimmer to the soft brown eyes that watched him from behind those thick glasses. Liv didn't think she'd seen anything as sexy as the sight of Johnny eating ice cream and instantly lost interest in eating it herself, inching closer to offer him another spoonful with an eager smile of her own. "You know, I would mention how sexy you are, but I think you already know."
He didn't reply to that remark, instead just opening his mouth to eagerly await another mouthful of that delectable and rarely enjoyed treat. He leaned in and wrapped his lips around the spoon to lick up the chocolatey goodness, looking like he'd just died and gone to heaven. "Oh my god, that's good," he said as he savored the mixture and swallowed it.
Her mouth fell open just enough to release a slightly shaky breath, the heat in her face rising inexorably as she scraped the last spoonful from the little carton in her hand. Erotic wasn't a word she'd ever applied to food before; after this, she was likely to seek out ways to get ice cream down his throat just for a repeat of this experience. The spoon returned to his lips, her gaze intent on his without realising it.
It was almost an erotic experience, at least for him. Ice cream. Something so many people took for granted. Not even a cone kept the mixture cold long enough for him to enjoy it. He had even ventured into a freezer once or twice, but had quickly learned that by doing so, usually only melted whatever else was in there with him. He licked the spoon clean of the remaining ice cream, sighing as contentedly as if he'd just had sex. Well, sex was easy enough to come by. Ice cream, not so much. As soon as it was gone though, he frowned, feeling guilty that his had melted and he'd eaten most of hers. "Sorry. I get a little carried away sometimes."
"Oh god, don't apologise for that." The husk in her tone was new, something entirely borne of watching Johnny find nirvana with ice cream. It seemed to take a great deal of effort to tear her eyes away from his face, displaying her ever-so-slightly breathless profile to him as she set the empty carton down on the nearby table. She closed her eyes for a moment, attempting to get a grip on herself as her fingers flexed against the edge of the table, the flush on her cheeks creeping down over the rest of her skin. "God, that was incredible," she whispered, her eyes opening but not quite brave enough to meet his gaze just yet.
He smiled, no laughter this time, a little surprised at her reaction to his eating ice cream. No one had ever really reacted that way before, and he hadn't realized how erotic the experience could be. "It will be incredible," he told her quietly, reaching over to turn her face toward his, noticing the way her skin flushed with embarrassment and perhaps something else. He smiled softly at her, not meaning to sound like he was boasting, but promising her that if and when it happened, when she was ready, he'd make sure she enjoyed it.
For once, she wasn't embarrassed at all, her breath coming faster as his fingers touched her face. Her body leaned toward his, absorbing the promise with eager, only slightly nervous anticipation. "I know," she heard herself murmur in answer, her faith in him and his abilities unshakeable. The tip of her tongue slipped free of her parted lips to wet them, a hopeful, shy action that was qualified as her patience finally ran out. "Oh god, Johnny, please kiss me. Please."
What red-blooded American man could resist that? He sure as hell couldn't. She was too adorable, too eager, too innocent to resist. In truth, he'd never met anyone like her, so different from the women he usually dated, so few of them ever seeing past the public personae that was The Human Torch to try and get to know the man that was Johnny Storm. Lucy, he realized had probably been no different. There had been a time when Johnny would have been fine with that, but ever since he'd met the Broderick twins, he'd found he wanted something more. All of these thoughts went through his head as he leaned close, fingers sliding around to the back of her neck to pull her close, lips pressing tenderly against hers before tentatively parting her lips with his tongue and daring to go one step further.
If he'd thought the ice cream had melted fast, it was an eternity in comparison to how quickly Liv melted into him under the tentative daring that marked his kiss. Her hand rose, skimming up over his chest to smooth over his shoulder, looping her arm about his neck as she leaned close into him. Her breathless response was touched with the softest suggestion toward a moan, not at all eager to have the kiss end anytime soon as she revelled in the heat and comfort and sheer pleasure that was Johnny.
Encouraged by her response, he deepened the kiss, his tongue in gentle exploration of her mouth, while his lips meshed with her, trying to go as slowly and gently as he could, though he heart was beating wildly inside his chest. Closing his eyes, he thought he might mistake her for Lucy, but though they looked alike, everything about her was different, including her kiss.
The longer the kiss went on, the less Liv wanted him to be slow and careful of her innocence. She felt almost on fire, sensation burning deep inside her enough to make her squirm, unwittingly writhing against him as her arms tightened. Learning from the way he kissed her, she slowly began to reciprocate in kind, and just like last night, she slithered over to straddle Johnny's lap, wanting to be closer than this but not knowing how to get there. Another soft moan vibrated from her throat as her fingertips hesitantly caressed against his neck and jaw.
He only dared go so far, worried about going too quickly, wanting to take his time. She seemed eager enough, but he didn't want to rush things. He didn't want the candle to burn out too quickly, like so often happened, but slowly and deeply, allowing it to grow into something more meaningful than merely sex. Restraint wasn't a trait that came easy to Johnny, and her obvious desire wasn't helping matters any. If she got any closer, it was going to become all too obvious just how much he wanted her in return. After a moment, he pulled slightly away, breathless, his temperature obviously rising, searching her eyes for some deeper meaning.
She gasped as his lips left hers, her forehead coming to rest against his as slowly her eyes opened, soft brown gazing into the clear piercing blue of his. A faint laugh broke free, urged out by her breathlessly guilty pleasure in his closeness. "Sorry," she murmured, swallowing hard as she brought her libido back under control once again. "My turn to get carried away."
He smiled a bit wistfully, brushing her hair back from her face with his fingers, tenderly, a sign of his growing affection for her. "It's okay. I just don't want to rush things. I want..." He trailed off, searching for the right words, unaccustomed to opening up to anyone. But he'd already taken a chance and opened up to her once and hadn't scared her away. "I want this to work."
"So do I." Her response didn't need thinking about, it didn't even need to be assembled with the right words before she let them trip off her tongue. Her lips touched his gently just once more as her fingertips lingered at his jaw, and she took control of easing back, giving them both the distance they needed not to get carried away again. "You're ... you mean a lot to me, Johnny. I'm scared I'm going to mess this up."
He frowned worriedly, assuming he'd been the one to screw things up with Lucy, and now he was worried about doing the same with Liv. He'd had girlfriends before, and one way or another, they'd always ended up breaking his heart. It was one of the reasons he hesitated about letting anyone get close again. Still, no matter the reasons, he always laid the guilt on himself. "It won't be you who screws it up."
She eyed him with quiet uncertainty, sensing his worry even without the frown decorating his brow. "So ... you just assume that we won't last?" she asked very gently. "That somehow everything that's happened in the past means that right here and now we don't have a chance of a future together?" Despite the sting of hurt that came with that realisation, she didn't let go, settling more snugly across his lap as her fingers stroked into his hair. "I don't believe that. We are going to last, Johnny; we do have a future together. I don't care who says otherwise."
He knew his track record wasn't that good, but that didn't mean he couldn't change, that she wasn't worth changing for. "You mean a lot to me, too, Liv," he admitted, looking back at her, her touch soothing his worries a little. He paused for a moment, frowning thoughtfully. "You ever want something so badly, but no matter what you do, it keeps slipping through your fingers?"