"Ugh, I knew it. But only if you confess four embarrassing thoughts, too.
Okay, so here we go. The first time we met I was convinced I was going to have to kill you, until you said you were looking for work, instead of robbing, or killing me. So yeah. Not one of my proudest moments.
Let’s see, what else? Oh! Our first, very drunk night together, I woke up in the early morning, and watched you sleep for an hour or so, with my sleep drunk/drunk head, before falling asleep again.
I sort of dug into your past and family trees very intensively, because I wanted to search for some kind of parental figure to ask for their blessing before proposing. I wanted it to be proper and official. It was only in the spur of the moment, though, because of course people like us don’t have such luxuries.
I also find it kind of really exciting when you get all dominant and bossy.
I sort of found you immediately insanely attractive after our first dance together at the benefit, even though I sucked. To this day I blame the alcohol.”
A nice, embarrassing red glow had spread across Jonathan’s cheeks as he’d spoken. “Alright, that’s it. Your turn, now.”
Selina held a rather smug grin upon her face the entire time, nodding in agreement whenever he had paid her a compliment as if he were stating something terribly obvious. When his turn was done, she hopped up onto the counter, crossing her legs as she tapped a finger to her ruby lips.
"Ah, let’s see here…hm. Yes.
Number one, I was going to rob you blind. I mean, you would have been left with absolutely nothing. At all. I was going to start in your office, find your apartment and then go from there. But, when you actually gave me a job, I figured that I could get things from you the “proper” way. Good thing I didn’t follow through my plan A, hm?
Secondly, that night, the night that I was shot doing your little errand? First of all, not my happiest or most shining moment. But the embarrassing part was that I didn’t want to leave but I couldn’t think of any way to talk you into letting me stay. I think your little bit a analyzing and your skill at sewing this little kitty up impressed me so much. So, congrats, darling. You won me over that night.
God, I should be writing this down for my vows. Anyway…
Number three, about the whole dominate thing, dear? Well, I do so love being in charge. You know that—very well. However, you…and only you…I also have come to enjoy the reverse—no matter how much I fight it. What can I say, I’m stubborn and you love it.
And lastly, I sometimes watch you work. I perch somewhere that you can’t see me and I just watch. I get all fluttery when you put that mask on and you just gain so much confidence…Now, I would never want to be down there because you’re absolutely frightening but…damn.
Good enough for you? Are we done with sharing is caring time?”
Oh. Ohhhhh. So that’s how you’re going to be?
Well, I certainly hope you won’t be too terribly devastated when your lab gets thoroughly wrecked. And your nice, little satellite labs in those warehouses? With crates of your supplies? Oh yes, I know aaaallll about those, Jon.
You want to go on a little rampage? I’ll go on one of my own.
I’m not liking this conversation a whole lot anymore.
… Tell you what? You stay clear from my stuff, including my books - so no intervention -, I’ll let your little kitties live.
I do so love when you show that you have a bit of sense in that large brain of yours.
Deal. Though, please don’t forget what I said. Just a little nugget of information for you, dear, sweet fiance of mine.