Johnny: Isn't she perfect? <3

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And maybe she stands up and walks over to him, puts a cold hand on his cheek.

"Johnny Storm," she might say, and her voice carries so much emotion, "how do I deserve you?" And he laughs, awkwadly, overwhelmed, and takes her hand in his. He grins at her, because she's being too serious, and he says something like, "I know, I know, it might seem like no one deserves someone as sexy as me, but -" and she shakes her head, all annoyed, and interrupts him sternly.

"No. You are beautiful Johnny. Your soul is beautiful. Sometimes it hurts to look at you, because I see how good you are, and it makes me want to be better myself. To one day deserve the love you show me."

And he feels like crying. His hands are squeezing hers and his mouth opens and closes, and Shalla-Bal smiles at him and brings their hands to her mouth, kisses his knuckles.

"I'll be deserving of you, Johnny. It'll take time, but I will never stop trying to be worthy of you."

And he wants to tell her she is. He wants to tell her there is no deserving. That he isn't better than her or anyone. But he can't, his lips won't form the words.

Instead he stares at her, and curse him, says, "But I'm sexy too, right? It's important to me that you think I'm sexy, too."

And Shalla-Bal rolls her eyes, and pulls him down to her, and she looks him dead in the eyes. There's love there, he thinks.

"Yes, Johnny Storm. You are - You are beautiful, body and soul. And I think you're very, very sexy."