You can't save her (Homelander)

Chapter 31

"I have to tell you what happened last night... come in here," Safia giggled, grabbing hold of Becca's wrist and pulling her into her office.

"Oh my gosh, please don't tell me you did it again," Becca complained mockingly, following the shorter woman, shutting and locking the door behind them.

"There's just something about these American boys... I don't know, I just can't help myself around them," she told her dramatically, undoing a button and fanning her shirt to add effect.

Homelander stood motionless, looking at a picture frame on the other side of the wall. Unbeknownst to anyone that would walk past he wasn't merely staring at a picture, rather using his x-ray vision to stare through the wall at the two women conversing. He knew the other woman in there was Becca, a close friend of Safia who worked in the building. Every dirty secret the doctor held- she told Becca. His hearing allowed him to catch every whisper, every giggle, and every revealing detail the doctor divulged.

His jaw tightened, processed her words, feeling irritated at what she was saying, almost disgusted, but more than anything it turned him on. The way she groaned saying those words and played with her clothing... It felt like it was all for him.

Her fascination with American men was something he couldn't quite understand, but it was interesting to hear the lengths she had gone to to satisfy this... fetish.

"You might need to see a professional," Becca suggested, scratching her chin as if deep in thought.

"Shhh, don't say that too loud, I can't have people thinking that, not with my job," Safia joked, leaning against the desk and crossing her legs, "besides there's nothing wrong with enjoying a mans company."

"There is definitely something wrong with the kinds of guys you like,"

Safia giggled, "it's fun to fuck a bad boy, you'd know..."

"Stop it!" Becca giggled back, "least Billy's english so I don't need to worry about you and your American man fetish,"

"I'd never do that to you, what kind of monster do you think I am?" the Cuban woman wondered rhetorically.

"I know you wouldn't, I'm just messing with you,"

"My criteria isn't hard but single definitely, bad boy, more American the better," she listed off like it was a simple formula.

Becca rose a brow, crossing her arms, "that's rich considering you see Mr America in session every week,"

Homelander's eyes narrowed. Mr. America. They were talking about him...

Safia threw her head back, rolling her eyes, "a superhero? That's the opposite of my type."

"What you don't think he's good looking?"

"That wasn't the question,"

"Be honest," the taller brunette urged her cheeky friend.

"Physically, yes," Safia admitted, shrugging her shoulders.

Homelander's smirk returned. So, she found him attractive... It inflated his ego immediately, causing him to stand slightly taller and force himself not to blush.

"But a hero who saves hundreds of people and does everything right is much different to breaking into a football stadium and fucking on the field at 2am," She continued explaining unapologetically.

That made his smile drop quickly.

"How did you even get up this morning?" Becca wondered, watching as the woman dramatically mimicked walking with wobbly legs.