For a long, perhaps too long moment you let your eyes roam his face. You wanted to make sure that you remembered every single tiny detail about him before you had to wake up from this dream.

His eyes moved as well, trying to read on your face. Admittedly, over the last few months he had become quite good at it.

But now it seemed like he hesitated to voice his suspicion. Or maybe he didn't want to.

Your breaths mingled in the air, merging into one big sound of two people coexisting within the same sphere, peacefully and in harmony.

This could have been so good.

And now it was all about to crumble.

"Do you not see what you possibly could have done wrong?", you didn't feel like beating around the bush, but you felt the need to reassure yourself that he wasn't just being an ass.

His lips curled. Thoughts crossed his face before he lowered his gaze and let out a sigh. Slowly, he sank to his knees to find a place between your legs. His hands lay on your tights.

Now you had to look down to meet his gaze. And he had to look up. It made him look so small all of a sudden. Although he really was not.

Johnny Cage was many things but small wasn't one of them. He was a good six feet tall, if not taller and quite broad when it came to his torso.

Though he did have a slimming physique the further it got to his hips. It had become a habit of yours to refer to it as his slutty little waist. And he totally dug it.

A soft smile managed to fight its way to your face as he looked up at you with puppy dog eyes. Tired, you grabbed his face with both hands.

"I'm sorry.", he said before even one word managed to escape your mouth. "I totally blew that."

You huffed.

"So why did you do it?"

Silence.

It took him a moment to think.

"Because I'm an idiot. It was fun, I... I didn't mean it. I mean, I did.", he stopped himself and pulled a face as if he knew he was about to make it worse with every word. "Listen, I like Kitana. She's eye candy."

"Way to build somebody's confidence...", you snarled sarcastically.

His hands rose to lay on yours. He wanted you to keep holding him.

"She's nice.", he repeated, dead serious. "But you're awesome."

Again, he stopped and had to consider his words. Never before had you seen him this serious, this dedicated to a cause.

His eyes moved away from you for a brief moment. He struggles to find the right words.

"Johnny.", gently, you forced him to look at you again. "It's not that I don't want you to check out the dating pool. If you're interested in her, that's fine. I just didn't appreciate how you treated me. After the months we've spent together I just believe you owe me a little more respect than that."

He frowned.

"Respect?", he asked. "I totally was a dick."

"You were. But I reacted childish."

"True.", his eyebrow rose and a small smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth. "But I should have been more considerate."

"I appreciate that you are able to admit that.", you smiled softly.

Out of reflex, you leaned forward to place a kiss on his forehead, but stopped mid way and pulled back again.

Perhaps it was just your imagination but you believed to see a hint of disappointment in his eyes. His fingers curled and dug slightly into your thighs.

For a brief moment there was just silence between the two of you.

Eyes wandered over each others faces. Somehow this did not feel uncomfortable at all.

"(Y/N).", the way he call out for your attention felt like a prayer that was directly dedicated towards your soul. "Maybe I wasn't clear enough. Let me phrase it differently."

"Johnny.", you closed your eyes of avoid the truth. "You don't have to justify yourself."

"But I want to."

"Just go and flirt with her. No hard feelings. Whatever we had, it was nice while it lasted."

"I want you.", three words.

It took only three words from his mouth to make your heath burst. Immediately, heat chased up to make your head feel dizzy.

A soft breeze caressed your hair. It carried the scent of his perfume.

Unsure what he had said you let go of his face to pull back. But he didn't give you a chance to escape.

Suddenly he stretched up, his hand slid into the back of your neck. Your hand rose in defence but his fingers wrapped around your wrist.

His lips lay on yours. It was such a gentle touch that you almost missed it. Still it was enough to set your soul on fire.

A shuddering breath escaped you as his grip in the back of your head tightened and he deepened the kiss. Warm, soft lips brushed yours.

He tasted of wine.

Your free hand rose to grab his cheek. He let go of your other hand to allow you to grab his face.

With a soft breath he tilted his head to deepen the kiss. Breaths mingled.

"Be mine.", it wasn't a question but a demand that he needed fulfilled. "Please."

It made you smile to see him be so demanding yet so desperate for you. It was written all over his face. He needed you like he needed the air in his lungs.

"Johnny, I-!"

"I'll wait for you no matter how long you need."

"I don't need time to think about this."

"Please don't push me away."

Chucking softly, you pressed your forehead against his and let out a deep breath.

"It's fine.", you said softly. "I want you too."

Relieved, he let out a deep breath.

"Oh, thank god. I thought I fucked it up.", he laughed nervously.

"Oh, I'm still mad."

"You have every right to be.", he kissed both of your cheeks. "Be annoyed. Scold me. I'll listen. And it won't happen again."

Smirking, you curled your lips, eyes narrowed.

"Promise?", you asked.

"Pinkie promise."