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“You made the right call on the cape,” Madelyn said.

Homelander glanced down and noticed Madelyn trace the trim of his long star-studded cape. He blushed and pursed his lips.

“Thank you,” he said.

“The audience loves it. It’s doing well especially with older folks. People love the patriotism.”

Homelander nodded. The cape change from a simple solid red to an American flag had been his idea. The first one that Vought accepted and integrated into his brand. It made him feel like he was truly beginning his career in the Seven.

That, and hearing Madelyn praise him made him feel warm all over.

The two of them had been working late that night. Later than usual, as they were planning an event appearance for Homelander after completing one of his first major solo missions—a heist at JPMorgan Chase & Co.—and writing his speech. They spent so long on the project that everyone else had left by the time they finished and the sky was black on the skyline. They were both tired, and Homelander felt his eyes grow heavy as he watched the red numbers on the elevator screen tick upward.

“People love the name too,” Homelander said. “Removing the ‘The’ was a good call from you.”

Madelyn gave him a small grin, and there again, was that warm bloom in his chest. 

The elevator screen binged, and the door split open. Homelander allowed Madelyn to step on first and he followed close behind. His boss hit the button for the lobby floor and the two began their descent to the ground.

“These elevators are so slow,” Madelyn said.

“I know, right?” Homelander said. “You’d think with how busy this place gets they would pick up the pace?”

Madelyn smirked and looked at him in the corner of her eye. Homelander didn’t need super senses to know when she was looking at him.

“Maybe if we’re working late again, you can fly me down,” she said. “Find a window, and you could carry me to the ground.”

The image flicked across Homelander’s mind—flying in the air with Madelyn in his arm—and it sent a warm flush to his face.

“Perhaps,” he said. “But I don’t think the windows on the top floor are open. A little dangerous, you know? Someone could fall.”

He could still feel Madelyn eyeing him. He could still feel her smirk. She shifted ever so slightly closer to him.

“I know you would catch me if I fell,” she said. “Wouldn’t you?”

Homelander’s neck under his cape suddenly felt very hot, and he resisted the urge to tug it open. He stood very still, neither moving closer or further from her.

“Of course, Miss Stillwell,” he said.

“Miss Stillwell,” she repeated. “Homelander, I already told you, you don’t have to be formal with me. You can just call me—”

At that moment, the elevator halted to an abrupt stop. The compartment buckled so suddenly that it threw both of them off their balance. Madelyn stumbled and Homelander instinctively grabbed her to keep her from falling to the floor. The two of them were frozen for a moment, Homelander’s heart beating so fast he worried Madelyn would hear it as she pressed to his chest.

“What was that?” he said.

Madelyn looked at the floor number screen above. It said the tenth floor, but the doors were sealed shut.

“The elevator must be stuck,” she said.

She stepped away from Homelander, leaving a cold spot behind. She sighed and rubbed her face.

“Of course this happens when we’re the last two people in the building,” she said.

She looked upset. Homelander’s mind raced with how to fix this.

“Maybe I can break us out,” he said.

But before he could try and rip open the double doors, Madelyn stopped him.

“If we’re stuck between floors, it’ll be a pain to try and squeeze out,” she said. “Look, I know the custodians will be here in a few minutes, if not already. One of them is going to notice the elevator isn’t working and call for help.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “Until then, we just have to wait a little bit.”

“Wait?” Homelander said. His chest tightened. “In here?”

“Well, not really anywhere else we can go, can we?”

It sounded like she was scowling him. Homelander pursed his lips and dropped his gaze to the floor.

“Okay,” he said. “We’ll wait then.”

The two of them were silent for a few moments. Homelander wasn’t used to extended periods of time with Madelyn when they weren’t discussing business. Standing there, he wasn’t sure what to do with his hands, if he should say something.

His eyes flicked up at the digital number over the door. They were stuck between the fiftieth and forty-ninth floors. Far too high up. For the first time in a lifetime of flying, Homelander was scared of falling. He imagined some piece of the machinery breaking, sending the elevator careening down to earth. He could punch his way out, but if—

“You seem nervous,” Madelyn said.

Homelander looked at her.

“Excuse me?” he said.

“You seem nervous.”

“Well, it’s…” Homelander wet his lips. “I’m afraid if I tell you, I’ll only scare you.”

“I’m not so easily scared.” She gave him a small smile. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

It took Homelander a moment to respond. He bit his lip and searched his mind for the right words.

“It’s just,” he said. “We’re ten stories up in the air. If this elevator were to suddenly start falling…” He swallowed. “I mean, if you fell from a window, I could swoop down and get you. But if we fall to the ground in this thing…even if I grabbed you…I would survive, but you could still…”

It hurt his stomach and chest to even imagine it. He stared at the floor, biting his lip pale white until the skin just about broke. Then, Madelyn stepped up to him, brushed her fingertips under his chin, and forced him to look at her.

“You’re too sweet, Homelander,” she said. “But you should know…even as a supe, you can’t always save everyone.”

Homelander held her gaze with those pretty, puppy blues. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed.

“But I want to,” he said. “I want to save you.”

Madelyn gave Homelander a long look that he couldn’t quite decipher. It didn’t help that she was still touching his cheek, and was standing so close to him that he could feel her breath from her lips. His skin was flushing and his heart was pounding and he knew, he knew, she could tell.

As Vought loved to remind him and everyone, he was the most powerful being on earth.

So why did this woman make him feel so powerless?

Homelander was frozen under her warm, unreadable gaze. The smell of her perfume—vanilla and sandalwood—filled his nose. Her manicured nails traced his jawline, and before he could speak again she pressed her lips to his.

It was so sudden that it took a moment for Homelander to realize it was happening. It was like touching an electric wire, a shock to the system that sent a jolt through him. He made a surprised sound against her mouth when she kissed him.

She held his face in both her hands, and Homelander melted into her touch. His blood rushed hot inside of him. She pressed a hand to his chest and felt his heart knocking at his ribs.

“Your heart is racing,” she spoke against his lips.

Homelander’s mind was so foggy he could barely respond. His face was burning hot and he just wanted Madelyn to keep kissing him.

And she did, this time on his neck. Homelander tipped his head back, eyes fluttering shut as she kissed and licked and nibbled his muscular neck. Her hands smoothed along his sculpted torso, until she found the button closing his front flap, and she pulled them open.

Homelander sucked in a breath when Madelyn dipped her hand under his suit. Her hands were cold against his hot flesh and it made him shiver all over. But he welcomed it. He wanted her icy hands all over him.

“Madelyn,” he mumbled. 

She smiled into his neck, like she was enjoying his squirming. It was such a rush, seeing such a powerful man quiver under her touch, his neck spotted with her lipstick and bitemarks. If only the public could see their superman now.

Madelyn moved her hands to Homelander’s back shoulders, fisted the fabric in her hands, and then started pulling his suit down, cape and all. That’s when Homelander snapped from his stupor and looked down at his boss.

“Madelyn…” he mumbled through his flustered state. “What are you doing?”

Madelyn gave him a soothing smile.

“Who knows how long we’ll be here,” she said. Her hands smoothed down his back towards his rear. “May as well have some fun…”

Homelander grabbed both of Madelyn’s wrists and pulled them out from his suit. A bit of sense returned to him.

“I don’t…” he said. “We…we shouldn’t do this…”

Homelander had heard horror stories of relations between co-workers, and they rarely went well. The line of professionalism was a precarious one and he didn’t know what would happen if it broke. He couldn’t imagine what could become of either of their careers if anyone found out, especially Madelyn’s.

But his boss didn’t seem so bothered. She gave him a small, maternal smile.

“We’re going to lose our minds if we’re stuck in here for too long,” she told him. She placed a hand on his cheek. Instinctively, Homelander leaned into her touch. “Best to keep ourselves distracted, right?”

She pinched his cheek between her thumb and forefinger. It hurt, but Homelander eased into the pain of it. Madelyn whispered at his lips.

“This can be our secret,” she said. “No one else has to know.”

Homelander wanted to argue, but the smell of her perfume and the warmth of her body so close to his made his brain feel foggy. The world outside the office and all its abstract consequences seemed distant and quiet there.

“Okay…” he said as Madelyn began pressing kisses to his neck. “Yeah…okay…let’s…”

Homelander’s legs were trembling and soon his back slid down to the floor. Madelyn followed down with him, kissing him and stripping away his suit piece by piece until she found his boxers. His suit was peeled down to his waist, leaving his bare back on the wall and Madelyn’s hands on his toned torso.

“Just relax,” she told him. She slipped off her high heels and reached under her pencil skirt to pull down her pantyhose—and her underwear.“And don’t worry about being quiet…they can’t hear us in here.”

She straddled Homelander’s waist and all the blood rushed down his body. His ass was on the floor, and the only thing that kept his eyes from fluttering shut was Madelyn unbuttoning her white blouse. Her bra was flesh-colored underneath and the grainy elevator lights illuminated her hair. She almost looked angelic—until she grabbed his face in her hand.

“This is your first time, isn’t it?” she asked.

Homelander’s cheeks were squished between her fingers and they flushed red. He’d spent all his formative years in a lab. And when they finally did let him out, Vought kept a vigorous eye on him. The company wouldn’t let him kiss a woman without several PR teams’ approval.

Madelyn already knew all this, of course. But she just wanted to hear him say it.

“Yes,” he said. His voice was breathless between his racing heart and the throbbing erection bulging between his thighs.

“Well, it’s about time we fix that,” Madelyn said. She took Homelander’s hand and cupped it to her breast. Homelander’s breath hitched against the satin fabric. “It’s why people like you. Sexy enough to be appealing, wholesome enough not to be threatening.”

Homelander didn’t have time to register that Madelyn just called him sexy. She pressed her lips back to his and he melted into the dirty carpet floor. The back of his head thumped against the wall and his eyes fluttered shut.

Then, he gasped against her lips as she reached down the front of his boxers and wrapped her fingers around his burning cock. Her nails dug into his tender flesh and Homelander’s eyes started to water. He couldn’t recall the last time he’d been this close to person. The last time anyone touched him like this.

Madelyn lifted herself up, then slowly lowered herself down on top of him. A long sigh escaped her lips as she did, and Homelander’s hands instinctively grabbed her waist.

“Mmmmm, good boy,” she hummed.

Homelander held Madelyn in place as she rode him. Slowly at first, achingly slow, letting every wave of pleasure take its time up her body. Homelander clamped his mouth shut, but he couldn’t suppress the whimpers crawling up his throat.

“Fuck,” he whimpered. His back shined with sweat, wetting the wall behind him. “Fuck…”

Madelyn smirked as she quickened the pace of her hips. Her hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging into his muscular flesh, pinning him down so she could fuck him harder.

“You’re going to be such a hero one day,” she whispered to him through labored breaths. “You’ll be a star of the show…and make us so much money…”

Homelander flushed at the praise. His hips twitched and bucked up to meet her. He smoothed a hand up her back to help hold her in place. All the while her tight hot juices suffocated his cock.

His whimpers escalated into moans. He was getting close, his cock begging for release. But then Madelyn clamped a hand over his mouth.

“No,” she gasped. “Me first.”

Homelander clenched his teeth and squeezed his watery eyes shut. He steeled his cock as Madelyn fucked her way ove the edge. She tipped her head back, eyes closed and back arched, as she rode him through a smooth, melting orgasm.

“Fuck,” she sighed. “That’s good.”

Her hips kept moving after she finished. And when she did, she turned her wicked eyes back down to Homelander.

“Your turn,” she said.

Homelander fell apart. He leaned off the wall to pull her closer in his arms. Madelyn clasped her arms around his broad shoulders and thrusted her hips hard down on his cock. Homelander whimpered and moaned right in her ear as he barreled towards the edge. Meanwhile, Madelyn’s nails grazed the back of his head.

“That’s it,” she cooed in her ear. “Good boy…such a good boy…”

Homelander whined against her words. He grasped her so tight he feared he’d crush her. But he couldn’t stop himself now. He finished inside her with a sharp and pleading groan. His hips kept twitching up to meet her even after she stopped thrusting, until he went limp as a doll.

Madelyn exhaled a sharp, satisfied breath. She sat in his lap and pushed a strand of sweaty hair from his face.

“There we go,” she said. “All better.”

Homelander couldn’t even speak. He just kept holding Madelyn tighter. He didn’t want to let her go. He never wanted to stop touching her. He just wanted to stay in that elevator, alone with her, forever.

Madelyn tried to move, but Homelander whimpered and pulled her closer. His boss chuckled.

“Poor thing,” she said. She pinched his cheek. “I’ve gotten you attached, have I?”

Homelander nodded, then buried his face in her neck. If this was what sex was like—if this was what sex with Madelyn—was like, he would happily stay beneath her forever.

After several minutes, Madelyn finally lifted herself off him and stood up. She stepped back into her pantyhose and shoes then buttoned her shirt back on.

“You should get dressed,” she told him. Her tone was cooly professional, like she just finished a phone call instead of fucking him on the floor. “Any minute they could—”

The elevator buckled and started descending. Homelander’s heart lurched and he quickly pulled the rest of his suit back on. By the time they reached the bottom floor, they both looked just as they had on the top floor.

As Madelyn had predicted, a custodian had been the one to rescue. The gentleman banged the wall beside the elevator when the two stepped out.

“Damn thing,” he said. “It gets stuck and someone on the bottom floor has to push the button to get it to work again.”

“I’ll call a repair team,” Madelyn said. “They’ll come fix it in the morning.”

The custodian disappeared down the hall. Madelyn adjusted her purse on her shoulder and looked at Homelander.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” she said. “We need to discuss with the Seven about your next public appearance on Thursday.”

She flashed him a small smile, before making her way out the front door. Homelander watched her leave. A cold night breeze brushed inside before she let the door shut behind her. He wasn’t quite sure what to feel. A part of him felt a little used. Could his boss really just fuck him and then leave him as casually?

(In Rus translation)