Homelander laughed and kissed her soft red lips without hesitation.
The silk nightgown slipped down.
Outside the window, moonlight streamed through the glass, casting shifting shadows across their bodies.
Early the next morning.
Homelander opened his eyes and stretched. Skynet was no longer beside him.
He threw off the covers, got out of bed, pulled on a bathrobe, and headed into the living room.
Skynet stood with her back to him before the floor-to-ceiling window.
She had changed into a tailored high-slit cheongsam, her long hair pinned into a neat bun.
Sunlight traced the perfect curve of her waist and hips. She looked elegant and regal.
Hearing his footsteps, Skynet turned, went to the bar, and brought him a cup of freshly brewed black coffee.
"Good morning, sir."
"Morning." Homelander took the coffee and sat on the sofa, crossing his legs.
"How have things been on Earth while I was away?" he asked.
At his question, Skynet immediately shifted into work mode.
"Everything is under control, sir," she reported. "President Jessica has managed the Vought Group with great efficiency. The public eagerly awaits your return, and polls show your approval rating remains high."
"There have also been developments in our covert operations that I need to report."
Skynet swept a hand through the air. A hologram appeared in the center of the living room, showing Homelander several high-resolution surveillance photos.
The photos showed several green-skinned men with pointed ears meeting in secret. At the center of one was Gravik, leader of the Skrull radicals.
"Regarding the T-1050 infiltration," Skynet said, pointing to the figures in the photos, "we've successfully penetrated Gravik's inner circle."
She enlarged a photo of a man in a trench coat.
"This man, for example, is Craig, one of Gravik's most trusted senior lieutenants. In fact,