Loud and clear

So warm.

Everything felt <i>right</i> in the moment when Elly woke. The feline part of her nose twitched, picking up a soothing blend of smells. Bubblegum and leather are mixed with a subtle, more personal scent she recognized even in the dreamy state she was in. She sighed, easily slipping into a personal fantasy of hers.

It would be so wonderful to be held in those long, strong arms. Like - well honestly, kind of like how she felt now.

<i>Wait a second...</i>

This definitely wasn't her bed. Also, when she'd fantasized before she had never felt weight around her. It was as if she was actually being held. Elly froze in place, her ears laying back as a low, muzzy snore sounded to her left. She opened her eyes and started to shake all over when all she saw a long, black expanse of leather stretching out in front of her.

"Ohmigod."

Her mind recalled the past series of events all at once. Everyone was exhausted after an extensive raid at several warehouses on the docks. Elly had almost stumbled and fallen after putting in a full day's work at U.A after that long night of hero work. Present Mic - Yamada -- had offered to walk her back.

The Voice Hero was as tired as she was, though, and in the end they had crashed in the nearest apartment available - his. She was laying on top of him on his couch. The bigger problem was that Elly must have wandered down his body as they dozed, comforted by his warmth and the fact that his arm was indeed draped around her. There was, however, no excuse for her head resting so comfortably on Mic's leg. She was far too close to the junction of his thighs, the smooth bulge that indicated he likely wore a cup with those tight pants.

But although she was panicking, she couldn't help but savor the moment before it turned into disaster. This wasn't just any man. She had a gigantic crush on him for a year and running. And if he <i>smelled</i> good, he felt better under her head, his muscles relaxed for the moment and the leather slick and smooth. Elly knew she could just slip off and escape - she <i>should</i>, in fact -- but she might never be in this position again.

So she hesitated just a little longer, eyes closed while a purr rumbled softly in her throat.

"Oh, hey." A low baritone interrupted her thoughts. Mic's normal tone was higher pitched and his voice only dropped when he got serious. "Therz'a kitten on my leg." His speech was slightly slurred from sleep.

She tensed all over, her purple eyes snapping wide. "Uh  - I, uh, must have ..."

"S'okay," he murmured. He reached down with one hand to thread his fingers through her short hair, rubbing her furry ears. The leather of his fingerless gloves were soft and smooth. "If yer okay, I'm okay."

"I'm..." She paused, then took a deep, trembling breath and nuzzled his palm gently with her cheek. "I'm a little freaked out, if you want to know the truth!"

He chuckled, one hand carefully cupping the back of her neck. His fingers traced the skin there, causing her to shiver. "Good freak or bad, babe?"

She considered this, lips pursed. "Good, I think. It's good if you're interested in me, that is."

"Oh, I'm interested," he breathed in a husky growl. "Just bring yourself back up here, baby. I wanna kiss you, an' yer too far away."

She crawled up from his lap, and he slung his arms low around her waist while their mouths met for the first time.

It was <i>excellent</i>.

He was gentle and patient, something she would not have guessed from his exuberant nature. There was no rush or hurried banging of teeth, only the languid, soft lapping of his tongue when she parted her lips. His mustache points tickled outrageously as he nuzzled her, grinning when she giggled.

"Your mustache is so <i>soft</i>," she whispered shakily into his mouth.

"Ahhh," he breathed, setting his forehead on hers while they each caught their breath. "That was righteous. Better'n I dreamed."

"Want to do it again?" She stared deeply into his naked green eyes. The prescription shades he wore with his hero outfit lay on the coffee table nearby, and she could see when the concentric circles in them seemed to thin when his pupils dilated.

"<i>Please</i>," he whined softly, and she happily obliged.