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MHA #-1- Wednesday evening

Okay. So. Obviously this week was one of those weeks. The last time this had happened, Jaina was completely fine with it, due to having a boyfriend she could lock herself in a room with for a few days. When you were single and didn't have that option and this all hadn't ended after a few days, it wasn't as fun. It was frustrating. And you might think training might take some of the edge off, but no. It didn't.

She put up with that for two whole days before basically deciding screw it, if she was going to have this little friendly arrangement, this was a very good time to take advantage of it. Which was how she ended up heading over to MHA and knocking on the door of a certain basement apartment and thinking he better be home. And that no one else should be there.

[For he who rents said apartment.]

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John was home, but not for lack of going out. Other than time spent meeting Shelley's inanimate friends, he'd had an interesting encounter with a barista in the morning that earned him a smack after she asked if there was anything else he needed.

Sometimes honesty wasn't the best policy, even if John hadn't known exactly where his extreme honesty had come from other than the general air of lust all around the island.

No matter, now he was home and answering the door in hopes of finding an errant pizza boy. "Jaina! Not what I expected, but not unwelcome."

"I'm here for a booty call," she said, and as soon as the words were out of her mouth her eyes widened because she had not meant to say that.

She'd meant to ease into that after some flirting, that was how things went.

"Um. And hi."

John's eyes widened in amusement given his week so far, but he stepped aside to let her in because he wasn't completely stupid. "Hi. Guess it's safe to assume you'd like to come in."

"Always," she said, stepping inside and blushing just a little. "Despite the fact that that sounded really desperate of me."

"It's okay," he said with a chuckle, shutting the door behind her and leaning against it for a moment. "It's not like I ever say no." To anyone, though he wasn't sure why he was sharing that.

"Good. If you ever turned me down I think I'd have to give up," Jaina said, blinking at herself. And then tried to turn it into, "You're really hot when you lean."

"Give up on sex?" John blinked down at her, leaning in a little since she liked it. "I didn't realize I was that important." His mouth needed to stop.

"If it weren't for you I would have already given up on all of that," she replied. She was going to blame it on him leaning in. And the lust. It wasn't like she hadn't gotten talky with him before at times like this. Sort of.

"If not for me?" All lust aside, John was feeling a little confused by what he was hearing from her.

"Well, yeah," Jaina said, already willing herself to shut up. "I came back to town thinking I was done with guys, period. But then you had to be you, and even if this is only a friendly thing, it's not as scary as I thought."

Right, John was kind of concerned by all this talk when she was here for a booty call. "I probably know better than to ask since you said this was a booty call, but uh, you thought I was scary?"

"I thought anyone with any interest in me was scary," she admitted. Deciding how she was going to go after those first couple close encounters really had been a scary time for her. "Things tend to end badly with me. I should not be telling you this." She was concerned saying it.

John stopped leaning and started walking into his living room. "No, because now you're scaring me." Wait, he wasn't supposed to admit that...

He was moving away. This was not going the way she wanted. "Why am I scaring you?"

He turned, having incorrectly assumed she would follow. "What, like things are going to end well with you and me?" John didn't need honesty day to answer that one properly.

That definitely hit a spot she'd been trying to ignore. Now she did follow, not getting too close in case he didn't want her to. "I don't presume to know how it'll go," Jaina told him. "Every time I've made an assumption about us, I was wrong, and I don't know how long either of us will be here, so I don't think that far. I like now."

John looked at her, shaking his head in exasperation. "Why are we even talking about this now? Can't we just make out like normal people?" Yeah, he was so not get that booty call.

"We're not normal people," Jaina pointed out. Though damn if she didn't want to forget all this and get to making out.

"Fine, just because you have super powers," he said, folding his arms over his chest. "So, what now?"

"No, I'm not normal because I have issues." That would be Jaina's cue to rub her temples. "I swear I just came here for the sex, not the therapy session."

If John had ever wanted to participate in therapy he'd have taken up Heightmeyer one of the twenty times she called him in to her office. "And still somehow I get the feeling you're about to tell me all your issues. Lemme guess, all men leave?"

"I was going to take you up on making out," she said, "but not all men. Just the important ones."

If she looked frustrated that she was talking, it was because she totally was. But at the same time, she wasn't running away, which surprised her.

John flopped down on the sofa, not feeling like standing for this. "Maybe you should save it for the important ones," he replied, figuring he knew who she meant.

That confused her kind of a lot. "Wait, you think you're not important?" she asked, looking down at him.

"I think that's what you're saying," he told her. "Not that this conversation needs to be happening." Especially with her just standing there staring.

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