In a world of chaos, destruction, death, and bloodshed, you are Blues solace. He's the 'hero' everyone counts on. Or so they think.

He was on his knees in front of you. He was wearing a suit, his suit jacket tossed to the floor. He held your thighs, pressing kisses to your stomach through your shirt.

"Damn, do I love worshiping your body..." He said, groaning softly. "I love watching you move your hips. Real slow," he whispered.