#him thinking her saving him is hot has slayed me just an fyi 😭

[biitchcakes]

@revenantinflames // continued from ( x )

There was a scream from a civilian below. Kicking one of the creatures off the roof they were battling on top of, Jessica ran to the edge, following the horrified stares of the scattered people in the streets. A few miles above the city, a tiny dot in the sky was in rapid free-fall. Jess knew that tiny dot. Her heart punched down to her gut, a tonne of bricks collapsing down, crushing her.

Oh, God. Oh, fuck, ohshit ―

It would take maybe two minutes for Johnny to hit the pavement. She had to time this perfectly ― the wind, his speed, her speed, her gliders were only able to go so fast. It wasn't the first time she was in this position; though when she'd rescued Carol, she was young, somehow more reckless than she was now, and she'd just jumped. She should be more methodical here.

The world around her came to stop, everything around her seemingly freezing in time as she raced towards him. Ohfuckohfuckohfuck ―

!!!

She couldn't wait any longer, instinct taking over any sort of calculating she was attempting. She leapt between the close towers, apartments, offices. . . Jess landed on the rooftops, and clung to the walls, crawling her way higher and higher until ―

〝 Gotcha ! 〞 She snatched him from the air, both of them landing on the top of a building, hidden behind some billboard. Cradling him in her arms, Jess asked Johnny if he could hear her, her available hand stroking his cheek. His skin was so much colder than she'd expected. And clammy. . . It wasn't long before she noticed he was rapidly warming up again.

A wave of relief washed over her when his eyes opened, even if only a little. She pressed her lips to his forehead at his slurred speech, melting over his relieved sigh.

Turning her eyes to the skies, she saw not even a trace of whatever the fuck those things were. Still holding him close to her chest, she pivoted slightly the check the streets ― nothing. The only creatures in sight were seemingly dead, and she figured the rest had retreated. A problem for another day, for now, the only concern on her mind was Johnny's wellbeing.

〝 Yes ― yeah. You did fantastic, babe.〞 She clutched him tighter. It was true, she was impressed by him, proud of him, (and found it oddly attractive ??? ). Add that to the list of things to mention if she ever sought out therapy.〝 Don't do it again though, okay ? Like, ever, actually.〞 Adrenaline was still pumping through her, but it was dying down now, being replaced with the horror of what could have been had she missed him. She didn't even know what he did, her attention focused instead on the. . . beast-thing she'd been fighting. It made her feel guilty, that maybe had someone not screamed. . .

Burying her face in his hair, Jessica inhaled deeply; a combined scent of ash, smoke and butane punched at inside of her nose. What she smelled wasn't surface level ― it was Johnny, usually subtle, now instead amplified a million times over. Over the past few months, she'd grown pretty fond of it, but it'd never been so. . . overwhelming before.

But, also, she'd never been happier to smell those smells.

Moments later, she carefully got to work checking him over for wounds, tenderly bending his body in whichever way she deemed necessary ― unable to refrain from pausing every couple of seconds to kiss a different portion of his face.