Life without Mum or Dad in the house felt quieter than I expected. They left for their new city two days after Elena's full discharge from the lab—bags packed, hugs lingering, promises to visit soon. Mum cried at the door, kissing my cheek and Elena's. "Take care of each other," she whispered. Dad shook my hand—firm, proud—then pulled Elena into a hug. "You're family now. Always."
The house felt bigger without them, but it was ours—truly ours. Elena and I filled the silence with each other. Minor missions kept us busy: a late-night robbery at a 24-hour pharmacy, a gang trying to extort a family-owned restaurant, a string of carjackings in the suburbs. Nothing world-ending—just the everyday darkness we could actually fix.
One crisp March morning, I flew solo over the east side—violet aura cutting through fog—when I spotted three armed thugs cornering a delivery driver behind a warehouse. I dropped like a comet—landing between them and the driver. "Bad morning for crime," I said, voice modulated low.
They swung—bats and knives. I dodged—speed blurring—disarming one with a flick of my wrist, blasting another back into a dumpster with a controlled pulse. The third fired—bullets ricocheting off my aura. I grabbed his gun arm—strength twisting it just enough to drop the weapon—then pinned him to the wall. "You're done."
Police sirens wailed. The driver stammered thanks, shaking my hand. "Loverman... thank you. You're a legend."
I smiled behind the mask. "Just doing my job."
Back home, Elena was waiting—fresh from her own patrol, suit half-unzipped, sweat glistening on her skin. "How'd it go?" she asked, pulling me inside.
"Same old," I said, kicking the door shut. "Three idiots, one grateful driver."
She grinned—pushing me against the wall. "My turn to celebrate." Her lips found mine—hungry, urgent. Hands roamed—unzipping my suit, freeing my cock as she dropped to her knees. "I've been thinking about this all morning," she murmured, taking me deep—super speed blurring her head, throat relaxing to swallow every inch.
"Fuck... Elena..." I groaned, fingers in her hair. "Your mouth... so good... don't stop."
She hummed—vibrations sending sparks up my spine. "Cum for me... I want to taste you." I did—exploding down her throat, violet energy flickering as she swallowed every drop.
We barely made it to the couch. She straddled me—riding hard, breasts bouncing as she moaned, "Yes... deeper... fuck me like you own me." I thrust up—hands on her ass, spanking lightly. "You're mine... always mine." Orgasms crashed—her pussy clenching, purple sparks dancing as she came, milking me until I filled her.
That was our rhythm now—missions by day, passion by night. Sometimes we'd team up for bigger jobs—coordinating without the spotlight—but mostly solo, rebuilding trust brick by brick. People cheered again—no boos, only gratitude. Kids asked for autographs; parents thanked us for safer streets.
But the house felt empty without Mum and Dad. Their room sat untouched—Dad's old toolbox still on the shelf, Mum's gardening gloves by the back door. Elena noticed. "You miss them," she said one evening, curled against me after another round—her head on my chest, fingers tracing my scars.
"Yeah," I admitted. "It's weird. Quiet."
She kissed my jaw. "We'll make our own noise."
We did.
The sex was relentless—every room, every surface. Kitchen counter—her bent over, me taking her from behind, "Yes... fuck me harder... I love how deep you go." Shower—her against the tiles, legs wrapped around me, "Cum inside... fill me up." Living room floor—her riding reverse, ass bouncing, "Slap it... mark me... I'm yours." Bedroom marathons—slow missionary, eyes locked, "I love you... so much... cum with me." Orgasms endless—auras syncing, violet and purple merging in dazzling displays.
One night, after a particularly intense rooftop quickie—her back against the chimney, legs over my shoulders, city lights below—we lay on the roof, naked under the stars. "It's been one year," I said softly. "Since I first saw you over the fence."
She smiled—tracing my jaw. "One year since my neighbor turned into my hero... my love."
I rolled onto my side—heart pounding. "Elena... I want forever. Not just today, not just missions. All of it."
She sat up—eyes searching mine. "What are you saying?"
I pulled a small box from my suit pocket—hidden there all week. Inside: a simple platinum band with a violet gem, matching the color of my aura. "Marry me," I said, voice thick. "On Earth, in space, anywhere. Just... be my wife."
Tears shimmered in her eyes. "Yes," she whispered. "Yes, Alex. A thousand times yes."
We kissed—slow, deep—then flew. Naked, unrestricted—up into the night, past clouds, past atmosphere. On the moon's surface—gray dust under our feet—we made love again. Slow at first—her beneath me, legs wrapped tight, "I love you... my husband-to-be." Thrusts building—deep, powerful—moon dust kicking up around us. "Fuck me... claim me... forever." Orgasms crashed—auras exploding in violet-purple light visible from Earth, a new constellation for one night.
We returned home—engaged, inseparable, ready for whatever came next.