Joanelle POV
Things have been different, in a good way.
His subtle touches, loving gaze, and present desire. Some days he would steal a kiss, others he would let out his pent-up frustration by f*cking me silly.
But after it all, it feels right.
We feel right.
While around the others, my name is Joy, but when it's just us, it's Joanelle. I can tell he wants to say more, but he always stops himself.
I know what he wants to say, but I'm a bitch too, how am I supposed to say it without jumping him.
Today is a night like every other, but I have a little job of my own. You see during my travels I have created a hit list, warning my targets of the day of their pending death and keeping that promise.
On Earth-1191, a futuristic world where the war between mutants and human continue to rage on, I stand on the high tower.
I have nothing to do with that.
Mutant or not.
Slipping through the city, I find myself on the richer side of town. And an investor that pissed me off after attempting to sell his competitor's son. Why did I let him live?
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With ease, I behead the hired muscle, dodging their heated rays and futuristic bullets.
Heads on the floor I kick one l along like a soccer ball.
Making it upstairs I hum at the smooth elevator music. Bouncing the bloodily head on my knee. Making it to the top floor, I step into the room, surrounded, the greedy man's smiles.
I'm surprised he's able to main it as the decapitated head rolls over to him.
"You think I wasn't going to be prepared."
Tilting my head, "You're co*cky."
He chuckles, "They were just the welcoming comity."
I smile, tossing my sword in the air, I work fast, stepping into the room. As guns start blazing I jump in the air, watching as they shoot each other.
Catching my blade, I aim it perfectly, watching as it pierces the man in the head.
Watching him fall, I smile as I take my blade out with ease. Lowering my guard I'm a little late as the fallen guard shoots me, hitting my arm, I look down at the gaping hole.
"sh*t."
Looking at him, I stomp on his head, as the extra bits of brain stuck on my boot. Looking at my bleeding arm dangle, I sigh. Pulling out my dagger i cut it clean off along with my sleeve. Tossing my arm in the fire before I leave, returning my home.
Reappearing in Miguel's apartment, I strip, tossing my suit in the washer. I cutting my chest bandage, I curse under as I fail to stop the small trail of blood on his hardwood floors. Using some paper towels and a paper bag, I cover the gaping wound.
Pulling out some Dawn 3000, I get on my knees, cleaning the floors quietly. Plopping on his couch, I check on my wound. Seeing it sealed up, I place the bloody bag filled with blood cloth on the coffee table. Placing the throw blanket over my cold legs I relax, waiting for my arm to grow back.
Peace sits in the air, as I take in Miguel's musk. Hearing a portal open, I turn to see Miguel, "Hey Mi Vida!"
Shock and worry spread across his features, "Joanelle! What the hell happened!"
"Oh, this? Just a mission oopsie."
"What! You don't have a f*cking arm!"
I giggle, "Stop being a worry wort, it'll grow back."
Feeling the skin shift and mold I hold out my arm, "See baby arm!"
His face runs cold making me laugh, "Wanna see a magic trick?"
He doesn't say anything, focusing on my breathing I speed up the process, with my arm back to normal, I try to catch my breath.
"sh*t that takes a lot out of me."
He still looks distraught, walking over to him nude and all I give him a warm hug, "Everything is ok, see!"
Looking down at me he calms down, growing flushed, I grab the blanket to cover my body. Relaxing he smiles a bit, "You hungry?"
I nod my head, watching him order some food, while I sit on his couch, watching something on his dusty TV. Changing into something more comfortable, he picks up the food from the front door. Sitting down next to me, we eat the food in peace, enjoying our time.
Leaning against him as I sip the cool drink, he places his hand on my exposed thigh. Feeling secure, I play with his fingers, enjoying his steady breathing and quick beating heart.
Feeling his gaze on me, I look up at him, it doesn't take long for me to slip into his lap. Kissing him gently, he holds me still. Leaning my bare body against his covered, he lets his fingers wander my skin.
Running my fingers through his hair he growls a bit, making me chuckle softly. Parting from him, I look down, playing with the end of his hair. Looking into his eyes, I smile, "You're a pretty man mi vida."
Looking into my eyes, I see the light blush on his cheek. Kissing his neck gently, I smile, feeling him relax from my touch.
I whisper sweet words, "You work so hard."
Touching his chest gently, I push him down.
"Not even a thank you, or are you ok."
My lips move from his forehead to his lips, "But I see you."
Placing my hands on his cheek, I look into his eyes warmly, "You're amazing, from your mind to your heart."
Placing my hand on his chest, I feel the beat of his heart speed up steadily, "And when you wake up, you'll feel lighter than you did before."
Touching the special spot on his neck, I watch him fall into a deep sleep.
