There was never a dull moment working in Payback, that much was obvious to Ben. He worked his ass off– day and night –at this place, trying to maintain that role of America's first and best supe. He'd done a great job at it, displaying his patriotism and belief of freedom, until you came around.

Ben had saved you from a minor accident, nothing too serious, just a fire. It was like saving a kitten that had itched too far up the tree. But as time went on, the two of you started seeing each other much more often. Ben was never one for a real relationship, always hopping from gal to gal, having his much due fun. That much was known to you, but still, you waited at his side like the puppy he thought he deserved.

He was a piece of shit boyfriend, never stopping by when you asked, only seeing you when it benefited him. He was a busy man, he had a stressful life– or so he told himself. The guilt from always disappointing you lingered constantly in the back of his mind, but that'd all wash away as soon as your pretty lips uttered the words he so loved to hear: "It's okay, I forgive you, Ben."

This time, it had been four weeks since you last saw the man; he had been so busy with his crew that he had forgotten about you, again. He knew he fucked up badly when he saw your face in the cool moonlight as you opened your door to him. Ben stood out there like a kicked puppy, holding his tail between his legs and a soft pout on his lips.

When you didn't utter the soft acceptance of his half-assed apology, he knew he had to do some damage control. If his ego wasn't as big as something else, he'd be on his knees for you. But he was a man, and a supe at that, he didn't stoop so such levels, even though he thought about it. Ben knew you deserved better than the excuse of an boyfriend that he proved to be, but he couldn't just let you go, not when you were the only one he could be vulnerable around, he could be himself with you.

That facade of being this powerful, manly supe always cowered in your presence. You just had a way of working him until he was a helpless mess in your arms. The way you'd rub his back or caress his cheek always had him melting. He yearned for that comfort right now, but not until he got you to let him in to your house, of course.

"C'mon, sweet thing. I'd never forget about you like that!" He exclaims, forcing a smile on his face as he leaned against the doorway. "I love you, you know that. Now can you please let me in? I missed you." He adds smoothly, looking you up in down that slow, appreciative way he knew you liked.