He frowned down at her, more than likely more disappointed and far more frustrated than she was. "Sorry." He brushed an all too quick kiss against her lips and untangled himself from her to move to his closet and take down the uniform that hung there.
Her smile was wry - understanding but disappointed at the same time. "Don't be," she murmured gently, stepping back as he pulled a suit from the closet. "You're not wearing it?" She should have realised, of course, but she hadn't really been in any state to pay close attention to what was underneath his clothing.
"It's probably a false alarm. It usually is." He was hoping. If it was nothing, he'd be back soon, but if it was something, he wasn't sure. He didn't want to scare her by telling her how dangerous this job of his could be, how many close calls he'd had in his twenty-five years. Metahuman or not, he wasn't indestructible. "No, I..." He frowned a little as he pulled the uniform from a hanger. "I wanted to try and be a little normal for a change. Stupid, I guess." Stupid as he'd never be normal. He didn't even want to be normal, but there were moments like these when he wished he could be a little more normal.
But clearly not as stupid as he'd thought, if the sweetly moved expression on her face was anything to go by. She moved to him, stroking her hand against his cheek, lifting on her toes to kiss the other cheek. "I don't want normal," she told him softly. "I want you. Normal's overrated, anyway." A quick wink flickered in his direction, and she turned away, opening up one of the suitcases in search of shampoo and soap. Time to test that cold shower theory.
He lowered the uniform as she stepped close, searching her eyes as she told him what she wanted, that she didn't want normal. But she didn't know that much about him yet, and he worried she'd change her mind. In the end, they always did, but maybe things would be different this time. He had to hope so; otherwise, what was the point? He didn't have time to explain where he was going, what he was doing, when he'd be back. His heart ached with hope that she wouldn't be like all the others, that she would be different.
"I gotta go," he told her sadly. He didn't know what he'd been called for. It could be nothing, but it could be something. If they needed him, he couldn't shirk his duty. He tossed the uniform on the bed, not bothering to hide from her, tugging his t-shirt up his chest, over his head and down his arms, revealing the sculpted muscles that were usually hidden beneath that suit.
Thankfully, she had seen him bare-chested before, but never in a situation where she knew he was hers to touch. The flush returned to her cheeks as her heated gaze stroked over the lean definition of his naked torso, her eyes lit up with desire all over again. "Wow ..." Clearing her throat yet again, she laughed softly, lifting the bottles of shampoo and conditioner to her face to cool her cheeks. "I'll be here, when you get back." It seemed important to say it aloud, though it was blatantly obvious. She just wanted him to hear her say it.
He seemed oblivious to the effect taking his shirt off might have on her, not thinking too much about it, more concerned about getting dressed and getting where he was needed without too much delay. Someone's life might be at risk. He did arch a brow when he heard her mutter a "wow" and clear her throat, glancing over at her. If he had more time, he'd do a proper striptease, but it would have to wait until later. He smirked a little to himself and turned his back on her to get his jeans off, modest enough to leave his boxers on, though they'd burn up as soon as he turned to flame. "You better be," he warned, tossing his discarded jeans and tshirt on the bed.
"Hunt me down and punish me if I'm not, hmm?" She couldn't help offering that tease, the awkwardness between them gone once more despite the fact that Johnny, too, would be gone in a matter of minutes. "How is that supposed to encourage me to stay?" A quiet giggle followed her from the bedroom to the bathroom, both doors left open as she set the soaps down, looking back at him.
He turned to follow her with his eyes, standing there in just his boxers, looking at her with an expression that seemed to say he wished he didn't have to go. Before now, it hadn't really mattered. His life had been his own and what happened to him didn't really matter, but things had changed. He didn't expect her to wait up for him, and yet, he secretly wished she would. "I don't know when I'll be back," he admitted a little sadly, turning away again to step into the suit, which felt familiar and fit like a second skin.
"So?" He seemed to have forgotten that she'd lived with her sister, and that her sister was a doctor, often on call. Liv was more used to waiting up than Johnny might like to think. She leaned in the bathroom doorway, watching as he stepped into his suit, resting her temple against the cool wood of the frame. "I'll be here, Johnny," she promised softly. "Who knows, there might even be a meal waiting for you with me." Despite the disappointment at having her desire curtailed so abruptly, she was pushing it aside. It would happen, sooner or later.
He zipped the suit closed and turned to face her again, looking more like Johnny Storm the superhero than Johnny Storm the man. There was so much he wanted to tell her that just wouldn't find its way out of his head to his mouth, and now there was no time. "Liv... It means a lot to me that you're here. I want you to know that." Just in case. "If... if anything..." He broke off, not wanting to scare her, despite how much he wanted her to know what she meant to him. "I'll be back as soon as I can."
It hadn't occurred to her until those words came out of his mouth that there was any danger of his not coming back. She, like so many people, habitually over-estimated just how super a superhero could be, and Johnny moreso. He'd saved her from a burning building; what could possibly endanger his life? Fear flared for just a moment before she swallowed it down, producing a smile that was more reassuring than worried. "I won't forgive you if you don't come back," she told him warmly, "Be careful, if you can."
He looked at her longingly for a moment. Then he quickly crossed the small space that separated them, an arm going possessively around her waist to pull her close as he stole one final, breathless kiss before he had to go.
She gasped, caught up against him in a kiss that undid all the work she'd done in suppressing that twisting, frantic need to touch and taste him, clinging close for a brief moment before pushing away. "Go on, go," she told him, stepping back before her selfish desire could get in the way of his selfless vocation.
He didn't want to leave her, but he didn't have a choice, too dedicated to shirk his duty when he was needed. "I'll be back," he promised again, pulling reluctantly away from her and stepping back into the bedroom, instead of going to the door. He threw open a window and stepped out onto the fire escape. It was faster this way.
"I love you, Liv! I'll be back soon!" He lifted his eyes skyward and switched the flame on with his familiar cry of, "Flame on!" more out of habit than necessity. He threw an arm out and kicked off the fire escape, a fiery figure soaring into the sky.
[size=9]((Saved by the buzz? :grin: Thanks to Johnny!))[/size]