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Blüdhaven
It had been a scorching hot summer in Gotham for most of the team, and Blüdhaven was proving to be no different. Dick Grayson, the city’s current guardian, had invited Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown, and Damian Wayne to his home with the intention of finally discussing what kind of impact holding the Robin mantle had on each of them individually.
What was supposed to be a lowkey meet-up had evolved into chasing a villainous group of Anarky -fanatic nutjobs that called themselves the Devotees of Anarchy. Like most fanatical creeps who worshiped chaos and destruction, they were hellbent on bringing their wrath down upon Blüdhaven, simply because their leader felt it was what the city and its people deserved.
With a quick and mostly efficient plan, plus a little bit of dumb luck, Dick and the others were able to disarm the remote bomb their leader, Mr. Neg, had rigged to begin their path of destruction. The only casualty had been Neg himself when Jason “accidentally” blew him up with the anarchists’ own bomb.
After the coast was clear, Jason half-heartedly tried to get out of the original reason for their gathering, but Dick wasn’t about to let them off that easily. One short hour later, they all found themselves back at his one-bedroom apartment, out of uniform and relatively cleaned up.
“We still have a few hours to catch some zzz’s before sunrise,” Dick said, looking at his other fellow Robins. Everyone had already changed into their civvies, which mostly consisted of shorts and loose-fitting shirts due to the current heatwave slowly baking everyone alive. “I have plenty of blankets and pillows in the linen closet, feel free to camp out wherever –”
“I call shotgun on the bed–” Jason cut in, making a run for the bedroom.
“-- except my bed,” Dick finished, quickly blocking the threshold and barring him from entrance. “In fact, the entire bedroom is completely off-limits.”
Jason groaned, running a hand down his face in annoyance. “It is so stupid you only have one bed in this dump.”
“I agree with Todd. I still don’t understand why you choose to live in such squalor, Richard,” Damian complained, displeasure dripping off his every word. “You can afford a bigger place that has appropriate accommodations. It doesn’t even have an air conditioning unit. The least you could do if you’re going to call us into Blüdhaven for these little sessions of yours, unneeded as they may be.”
“And I agree with the small, defiant, angry one,” Stephanie piped in, pointing a long slender finger Damian’s way. Jason gestured his hands towards them, giving Dick a pointed look of exasperation.
Dick just stared at Tim patiently, who was distractedly typing into his phone. Finally, the younger of the two looked up and flatly said “They’re not wrong,” then returned his attention to the other, more private conversation he seemed to be having through text.
“Yeah, well, I wasn’t exactly anticipating doing this get-together when I first got the place. Quit griping, there is plenty of room on the floor–”
“Oooh!” Stephanie interjected excitedly, swiftly running for the lone couch in the living room. She vaulted over the back and landed on the soft, plush cushions. “Shotgun!”
“Gah,” Tim sighed, while both Damian and Jason groaned defeatedly.
“Ya snooze, ya lose, suckers,” Stephanie said brightly, stretching her legs out to cross her ankles. She tucked her hands behind her head and let out a relaxing sigh. “Gonna sleep so good on this bad boy for the next few hours.”
“Okay, guys – and girl – let’s get some sleep,” Dick said, mildly amused and enjoying having them all under his roof like this. “We have a lot to discuss and I don’t want anyone falling asleep when we do – I’m looking at you, Tim. Sunrise is in about five hours, see you all then.” With that, Dick retreated into the solitude of his bedroom and soundly shut the door.
“I’m not the only one who falls asleep in random places,” Tim said, offended. “Am I?”
“You fall asleep everywhere, you freaking little narcoleptic,” Jason replied, huffing out a laugh. “How many times have we caught you randomly passed out somewhere? Hell, one time Bruce said he caught you asleep in your car with the engine still running. Apparently your backseat was littered with empty coffee cups and energy drink cans.”
“He’s got you there,” Stephanie said from her relaxed position on the couch.
“Et tu, Bruce?” Tim asked himself quietly, holding a hand to his chest in offense.
Suddenly a pillow and rolled up sleeping bag smacked Tim in the face, instantly wiping off the look of offense and replacing it with surprise. Stumbling back, he caught the bedding in his arms and peered over it at an amused looking Damian.
“Okay, idiots,” the young adolescent said, doing very little to hide his smirk. “You heard Grayson. Time to shut up and go to sleep. I’m already irritated at the thought of spending all day with you losers, the last thing any of you want is to endure my wrath due to sleep deprivation.”
Jason retrieved several more blankets and two pillows from the closet. “Oh noes, my knees are shaking,” he replied flatly, casually tossing Stephanie a pillow and blanket. “Whatever shall we do if Damian Wayne doesn’t get his uninterrupted beauty rest?”
“Chuck him off the rooftop?” Tim offered helpfully.
“Hey!” Damian huffed out, tempted to take his pillow and beat the crap out of both his male predecessors. Instead he set up his make-shift bedding in the corner furthest away from the rest of them. “If anyone comes within six feet of me before sunup, you will sorely regret it.”
“Yeah, okay. Goodnight then, little tyke,” Jason said dismissively, turning his focus towards figuring out his own sleeping arrangements. Tim, in the meantime, had decided he also wanted to sleep as far away as possible from everyone and picked the wall next to the kitchen. Turning off the lights with a well aimed shoe at the lightswitch, he cocooned himself up in his blanket and happily shut out the rest of the world for the next few hours.
Jason tossed his stuff down in the center of the living room floor and began to set up his sleep space. Getting situated, he laid his head down on the pillow and began to pull his blanket up when he saw Stephanie get up from the couch. Quirking a brow at her, he curiously watched as she walked past him towards the bathroom. It only took him half a second to make the decision to follow her. Silently stalking several steps behind her, he caught the door with his hand as she moved to close it and slipped into the room after her. He quietly closed the door behind him then gave her a little wave of his fingers, a devilishly arrogant grin on his face.
“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She exchanged a panicked glance between him and the door behind him, very aware that he was engaging the lock in the doorknob.
“I had to go to the bathroom, too. Figured you wouldn’t mind since we’ve, y’know, already seen each other naked,” he grinned, matching her hushed tone.
“This is the complete opposite of discreet, Hood.” Her tone was chastising, but the gleam in her eye told him she wasn’t entirely put off by his sudden intrusion.
“Those bozo’s out there won’t even know we’re gone,” he whispered in reassurance, his hands reaching out to grab her hips and pull her flush up against him. He tilted his head forward in an attempt to kiss her but she leaned back, just out of reach.
“Those bozo’s out there are some of the best detectives in the entire world. Besides, I came in here to actually use the bathroom.” Not at all deterred by her refusal to kiss him like he knew she wanted to, he lowered his head and pressed his lips to her throat. The tip of his tongue flicked out against the sensitive skin there while his hands slid around to grip the round curve of her ass over the thin material of her cotton shorts. Unable to help herself, Stephanie closed her eyes and let out a soft shuddering breath, her arms instinctively wrapping over his broad shoulders and around his neck. “This isn’t supposed to be one of our secret rendezvous spots.” Despite her words, he could hear the conviction quickly leaving her voice.
“Then you shouldn’t make me want you so fucking much,” he mumbled against her throat. “It’s been three days. Three very… long… hard… days.”
Unbeknownst to most of the team, Jason and Stephanie had been sleeping with each other for four weeks now. What initially started out as nothing more than a tentative working relationship eventually evolved into a friendship of sorts that was welcomed on both sides. From there, a mutual attraction and heat quickly bloomed between the two of them. It was a magnetism that grew thicker and heavier until it ultimately resulted in them having mind-melting sex in the middle of their first “normie” day-date together. Getting over the initial shock a lot quicker than expected, they continued their affair, meeting up as much as their schedules allowed to lose themselves in each other.
While neither of them had made any declarations other than I like you, two things were certain: 1.) They really liked sleeping with each other – plus the conversations they had in between said sessions were actually rather nice, often entertaining, even comforting at times, and 2.) In no way, shape, or form did they ever want to actually act like a couple in front of any members of the team. Even if several of them knew already.
The first to find out was Cassandra Cain, Stephanie’s best friend and fellow Batgirl. It was hard to keep a secret from her to begin with, and Cass had a gift for knowing things about people before they even knew it themselves. If there was anyone Steph would feel comfortable being with Jason around, it would be her.
Then there was Barbara Gordon, the first to wear the Batgirl mantle. She also had a bit of an inkling about their relationship – but Stephanie had yet to really confirm nor deny it for her at this time. Her mentor and friend had made it known she wasn’t sure a relationship between her and Jason would be the best thing for either of them at the moment, but Stephanie disregarded her concerns.
The second person who actually found out was Tim, Stephanie’s ex-boyfriend, who very much also happened to be several short feet away on the other side of the door. Things were still fairly tense between them, given that Tim felt slighted by this recent development despite happily being in a new relationship of his own. While he wasn’t necessarily completely ignoring Stephanie, their friendship had definitely cooled down quite a bit, almost to the point of non-existent. In spite of that, they were all doing their best to pretend that things were okay, especially when in uniform.
As for Bruce, Dick, Duke, and Damian – to their knowledge, they didn’t know. Besides one terribly awkward talk Jason had with Dick about her that resulted in him losing his temper and angrily ending the conversation, there wasn’t a single peep from any of the others, even the ones who knew.
But Jason, of course, was someone who liked tempting the fates. When he and Stephanie agreed to go to Blüdhaven, he had decided then and there it was his life’s mission to do something – anything – with his girlfriend under Dick Grayson’s roof.
With a soft, frustrated sigh, Stephanie grabbed Jason’s face and pulled him up to meet her mouth, giving in to her desire against her better judgment. Their kiss quickly grew heated as he slipped his hands inside her shorts, palming her bare flesh while pulling them down her smooth, toned legs. Before her mind could catch up with her body, Jason was on his knees and pressing hot, wet kisses along her upper thighs, hands encouraging her to spread them apart.
Stephanie was a split-second away from complying when a soft muffled cough came from somewhere on the other side of the door; distant, but still too close for comfort. Instinctively she shoved his head back, fingers painfully gripping his hair to prevent him from burying his face between her legs. She stared at the door, silently panicking as she anxiously waited for someone to knock.
After several long seconds, she looked away from the door and back down at Jason where he remained on his knees before her. He was looking up at her with pale aspen green eyes, dark brows furrowed in frustration. Seeing he had her attention again, his gaze raked down her body until they reached the apex of her thighs. His tongue wetly darted out over his bottom lip, fighting against the grip she still had on his hair as he tried to resume his original intentions.
“Jason,” she whispered pleadingly. Jason didn’t know if that was a plea of please put your tongue on my pussy or a please stop. Stephanie was actually a little unsure herself, too busy fighting the urge to let go of the hold she had on him, lean back, and let him have her however he wanted. But the responsible part of her, the part that really annoyed the hell out of her sometimes, was reminding her they had already endured a very long night and would be grilling each other tomorrow about the rewards and repercussions of being Robin. That in itself was going to be a headache and a half.
Sensing the turmoil in her, Jason closed his eyes in resignation and nodded with a soft sigh. Choosing to trust him, although she wouldn’t have been surprised if he still somehow ended up seducing her in Dick Grayson’s less-than-luxurious bathroom, she let go of his hair and placed her hands on the counter behind her.
Instead of getting up, Jason sat upright on his knees and closed the space between them, this time to wrap his arms around her waist and bury his face in her t-shirt clad stomach. He let out a muffled groan of frustration.
“I know, I know,” she whispered soothingly. “When we go back home to Gotham, we’ll figure out a way to get an entire night off together. We’ll mute our phones, turn off our GPS, and spend the entire 24 hours in your bed. Does that sound like a fair trade?”
He silently nodded, his face still pressed firmly against her stomach. Stephanie brought a hand up to his hair, gently running her fingers through it – a stark contrast to the death-grip she had on him just moments ago. Ever the gentleman, Jason reached down and pulled her shorts back up her legs, carefully putting them back in place around her hips where he originally found them. She wasn’t sure what turned her on more – the sinful things she knew he could do with his mouth and tongue, or the tender little ways he would carefully look after her, like she was something precious to him. It scared her just as much as it made her yearn for him.
When he looked up at her, he was struck by the affectionate look in her eyes. It wasn’t the first time he had caught her looking at him that way in the last few weeks, but every time he did, it made his heart freeze up. Not many in his life had looked at him that way, and the ones that did usually ended up in one, two, or all three categories of: infinitely separated, an enemy, or dead.
“What?” she mouthed out, her voice silent.
Shaking his head nothing, he stood up and gently cupped her face in his hands. Without a word, he tilted his head and gave her a sweet lingering kiss, the tip of his nose rubbing against hers. Her hands reflexively wrapped around his wrists, feeling her stomach flutter with a feeling she knew well, but absolutely refused to voice or think about too deeply.
Breaking the kiss, Jason rested his forehead against hers, hands still cradling her. “You wanna go first, or should I?” His eyes flickered over towards the door.
“Well, I actually do have to go to the bathroom, sooo…”
“Right. Me first, then,” he replied, chastely kissing her one more time. Giving her a sardonic grin, he quietly unlocked the door, opened it, and slipped out, leaving her alone in the brightly lit bathroom.
This fucking guy, she thought, a grin spreading across her face at the thought about her nearly-out-of-control romance with Jason freaking Todd.
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When Stephanie finally exited the bathroom, the first thing she noticed was Jason wasn’t with his blanket on the floor between the couch and Dick’s bedroom door. Her first instinct was to check the spot she had originally called shotgun on. He better not have taken my couch, that motherfu– That’s when she realized he wasn’t there either.
Lifting a confused brow, she surveyed the dark expanse of the living room from where she stood, noting that Damian was where they saw him last, seemingly fast asleep. She could just barely make out the glint of the sharp knife he had in his hands, as if prepared to murder any one of them if they woke him up.
Crossing the room silently, she walked over to the kitchen and saw Tim wrapped up like a burrito in his sleeping bag, facing the wall. Well, where the heck did that man go…?
That’s when she turned her head and saw the window that was just barely cracked open before was now open half-way. Stephanie took a moment to glance between her pillow and blanket on the couch and the open window. Rolling her eyes, she walked over to the window, lifted it open all the way, and slipped out into the warm early-morning air. With silent, careful steps, she made her way up the fire escape to the rooftop above, knowing she would find him there before she even made it all the way up.
When she did, she found him sitting on the ledge of the roof, bare feet dangling as he lazily smoked a cigarette. His piercing gaze was focused on the skyline, obviously deep in thought. Stephanie remained on the last few steps, holding onto the rail of the fire escape as she admired his side profile; the sharp angle of his jawline, the contours and ridges of a man who was in impeccable shape. His tank top and boxers did very little to hide the muscular definitions of a body usually concealed by armor. A body she had been coming to know very well over the last several weeks.
“Hey,” he said, the corner of his mouth turning up in a sideways grin. His gaze still remained on the skyline ahead of him.
“Hey,” she said back, glad they were far enough away from the others now and no longer had to whisper. Stephanie climbed the last few steps, then made her way over to sit down next to him.
“You caught me.” He flicked some ash off the end of his half-smoked cigarette, then brought it back up to his lips.
“Well, I figured I was going to catch you doing something up here . It was a toss up between this or masturbating.”
Jason lifted a brow at her, faintly smirking. “Masturbating, huh? I thought about it, then decided nah. It’s a poor substitute for the real deal. What, you disappointed?”
She shrugged, glancing down to his lap before flickering her gaze back up to his face. “Maybe a little. I like watching you.”
“God, you are so fucking hot without even trying,” he said with a sigh, lustful eyes locking with hers. His cigarette hung limply from the corner of his mouth, partially forgotten. Slender fingers reached out to pluck it from between his lips. Before he could protest, she crushed it on the concrete ledge they sat on and tossed it over her shoulder towards the rooftop behind them.
“Hey, I only brought one of those up here.” Jason mournfully looking over his shoulder at the destroyed and discarded half-finished smoke.
“Smoking is gross, we’ve been over this,” she chastised, fixing a challenging glare on him. Stephanie grew up with smokers and didn’t care for the smell of them. She knew he didn’t do it often, only when he was stressed, frustrated, or angry.
“Yeah well, I didn’t know you were going to follow me like some kind of stalker,” he challenged back, matching her expressive gaze. “I came up here to unwind, not let you wind me up again.”
“I’m the stalker? You’re the one who not only followed me into the bathroom like a complete creep, but then had to go and wind me up first.”
“Well, obviously someone didn’t learn her lesson.” Jason leaned over, bracing a hand on the ledge directly behind her. His thumb stroked along her hip, teasing the waistband of her shorts. “I think you’re literally asking for it.” His lips ghosted over her jawline as his other hand cupped her face, tilting her head to give him better access.
“Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe fuck yourself,” she teased softly, offering no physical resistance to his touch as she closed her eyes.
Jason pulled back, rolling his eyes with mild amusement. “I knew watching The Departed with you was a bad idea.”
“Y’see, the point I'm making with John Lennon,” Stephanie suddenly drawled out, doing her best Jack Nicholson impersonation, “is – a man could look at anything, and make something out of it. For instance, I look at you, and I think…” She leaned into him, closing the space between them again. Her stormy blue eyes glanced down to his parted lips, then back up to his curiously amused gaze. "...what could I use you for?"
Glancing off to the side, Jason considered for a moment if this was turning him on or not, then quickly decided yes, yes it absolutely is. “Okay, Frank Costello,” he said, referring to the villainous film character she was impersonating. “If I take your shorts off this time, will you let me finish what I started in the bathroom? I know you’re wet.” His hand was stroking up her thigh now, fingers grazing underneath the bottom hemline.
“I really want you to,” she said, losing the Nicholson impersonation. “But what if one of the guys –”
“They won’t. I promise. And besides, what if they do? Tim already knows. Dick might, but hasn’t said anything since we got here and no one ever cares what Damian thinks.”
“... did you drug them? That would explain why you’re suddenly being so bold –”
“Suddenly? Sunshine, I had you stripped completely naked and coming in my hands before we even made it to dinner on our first date, what do you mean ‘suddenly bold’–”
“-- you know what I mean –”
“All I want to do is lick you until you’re coming on my tongue, I don’t see what’s the big deal –”
“The guys – your brothers – are literally right below us. Any one of them could wake up, realize we’re gone and come looking –”
“Well, the longer you have an anxiety attack about it, the longer it’ll take me to get you off –”
“Augh,” Stephanie ground out, caught between wanting to smack him and wanting to kiss him. “You’re impossible.”
“Actually, I’m very possible. All kinds of possible. You’re the one being impossible right now.” Jason shrugged innocently. “And a goddamn tease, to top it off.”
“I’m sorry,” she said, her expression also apologetic. “I just love flirting with you, amongst other things.”
“It’s because I flirt back, isn’t it?”
“Yes! It’s so refreshing when your boyfriend shamelessly flirts the same way you do.”
“Speaking of – I noticed Tim is being less of a douche-canoe to you lately. That’s a good thing, right?”
“Yeah, I guess. He’s acknowledging us, so that’s something. Not 100% looking me in the eyes just yet, but y’know… win some, lose some.”
“It’s weird, isn’t it?”
“What is?” Stephanie ran her bare foot against his own, the move more affectionate than it was sexual.
“Being around everyone again since you and me happened.”
“A little,” she quietly admitted, looking out at the city’s horizon. It was still dark and somewhat quiet, with minimal vehicle traffic on the streets. “It’s kind of hard pretending we’re not something more than just teammates, y’know?”
“Yeah, I know,” he said warmly, draping an arm around her shoulders. She leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder. His hand gently stroked up and down her arm, both of them settling into each other and happy just to be together and alone.
Being this casually comfortable with Jason made her feel both secure yet completely exposed raw at the same time. While the part of her that wanted to protect her heart and run like hell had slowly grown quieter over the last several weeks, another part of her – a part that was gradually taking over with an intensity that sometimes took her breath away – wanted him to always be touching her.
It wasn’t entirely because he had an extraordinary gift of control over his muscles down to the minute fiber… though it did help. She had always mistaken him for a bit of a brute mixed with a tornado – deadly, wildly unpredictable and fairly reckless. A lot like her. And yes, while he was all those things, he was so much more.
It also wasn’t entirely because he was good in bed… even though that more than helped. With his body and words, he had awakened things in her she hadn’t even known were asleep, much less existed. Before him, sex was one of those things that she could say she genuinely enjoyed, but didn’t really crave like she craved waffles or sleep or a really nice cup of coffee – and then this freaking guy just decided one day to cheer her up when she was feeling down and invite her to breakfast – all of which somehow ultimately ended up leading to her having the hottest, most earth-shattering sex she’d ever in her life.
But no, it was the emotional side of things that was starting to sink deep into her bones, weighing her down while lifting her up at the same time. It was how he touched her when they weren’t having sex. There was this kind, patient, careful side to him that she hadn’t seen much of before they became close. When he focused those small, attentive gestures on her, he was present and really with her. She hadn’t realized how starved she was for that either, until he gave it to her freely and without motive.
Realizing she had gotten lost in her thoughts, she looked up to see Jason gazing at her, a small, wistful smile on his face.
“What?” she asked, bringing her hand up to caress his face.
“I like you,” he said, his tone conveying soft surprise.
“I like you, too,” she replied back with a bright smile. When she leaned in to kiss him, she saw his smile widen into a grin. What started out as a feather-light kiss eventually grew more heated, tongues stroking, teeth biting. When she began sucking on his tongue, he groaned and broke away from her.
“You keep that up and you’ll have me pitching a tent in my shorts again. C’mon, we should probably head back inside and get some sleep. In a few hours from now, we’re gonna have so much fun rehashing the past.” Jason got up from the ledge and hopped down onto the rooftop, offering her his hand to take.
Still sitting on the expansive ledge, Stephanie turned around, legs swinging thoughtfully as she faced Jason. “Or… you could finish what you started in the bathroom.”
Jason’s brow comically jumped up, not expecting that. His eyes trailed down her body, then back up. He hesitated. “Are you for real right now or are you just fucking with me?”
“Why don’t you come over here and find out?”
He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her shorts, but made no move to pull them down until she lifted her hips. Slowly pulling them down her legs again, he kept his eyes locked on hers, waiting for her to yell Ha! Gotcha! and tell him she was just kidding, but it never came. Instead, he slipped them all the way down and off, leaving her in just her loose fitting shirt.
Stephanie leaned back on her hands, her knees still closed together. Realizing that maybe she was serious about this, he dragged his hands up her calves to her knees, then began parting them. That’s when he finally broke eye contact, his gaze flickering down. He could see she was wet and very much aroused, just like he had been for the better part of an hour. His mouth was watering at the thought of finally getting to taste her again after a four day drought.
Wasting no more time, Jason urged her to lie back on the expanse of the ledge, parting her legs wider. Leaning down, he ghosted the tip of his tongue over her clit, giving it the barest of licks. He heard her suck in a deep breath and felt her shudder in his hands. Unable to help but grin, he darted his tongue out again, this time giving her a slow, firm lick from her entrance all the way up to her clit. He patiently repeated this motion several times, lapping up her arousal and swallowing it down.
“I love the way you taste,” he moaned in between his ministrations. “I don’t even care about fucking right now, I just want to make you come.” His tongue was slickly stroking her clit back and forth as he brought a thumb up to circle and press against her entrance. Her deep breaths were beginning to turn into soft little moans.
Latching his lips onto her, he began to press suckling kisses on her clit, tongue flicking rhythmically as his other hand slid up her body and underneath her shirt. When he started massaging one of her breasts, deft finger tips pinching and playing with her nipple, she let out a louder moan. Pulling back a moment to catch his breath, Jason turned his head and pressed a soft kiss to her inner thigh while glancing at the fire escape. “Shhh,” he softly urged. “Don’t make me use your shorts as a gag.”
“You’re always welcome to use your cock then,” she teased breathlessly, lifting her head to look down at him. She brought both hands down to his head, urging him to continue.
“Next time. Right now, this is all about you.” Not needing further encouragement, he dropped his head back down and continued running his tongue against her. Pulling back again, he licked two of his fingertips then began stroking her clit in gentle circles, his touch light with just the barest amount of friction. His gaze was intensely focused on her as he watched her, taking in the sight of her slick hole contracting and clenching from his efforts. With his free hand, he pulled the front of his shorts down, releasing his aching cock from the confines of his boxers.
Returning his tongue to her clit, he teasingly dipped his two fingertips inside her, going no further than just the first knuckle. Her hips started to roll, desperately seeking more of everything. His licks were slow and unhurried, as if they had all the time in the world.
“More,” she moaned softly, frustrated hands clinging to his hair.
“More what,” he asked, refusing to dive any deeper or lick any faster.
“More you.” Stephanie tried to pivot her hips so she could feel more of his fingers, but he pulled them back, keeping his touch light and shallow.
“More what?" he asked again, his tone more forceful now.
“I want your fingers inside me,” she sighed, frustration evident in her own tone.
“That’s my girl,” he cooed, firmly sliding his two fingers deep inside. She let out a sharp gasp, then brought her hand up to her mouth to stifle her moan. Knowing well enough, she left her hand there as he began working his fingers inside her, seeking out just the right spot that really got her going. “That what you wanted?”
She didn’t verbally respond, just nodded in relief. Looking up at the sky, she vaguely registered the passing clouds and faintest tint of dark blue starting to ascend from the inky black night. All of that was quickly forgotten when he curled his fingertips and found her g-spot, stroking with purpose.
Jason, meanwhile, was fully focused on the sight before him. His eyes raked up her body from between her legs, mouth tightly latched onto her as his tongue swept up and down. The rhythmic stroke against her inner walls was pushing her closer, he could feel it in the way she moved her hips. Without thinking, his free hand slipped down around his cock, stroking himself urgently.
“Baby,” she gasped, biting the side of her hand. “You’re gonna make me come.”
He moaned in response, keeping his fingers and tongue steady while his grip on his cock worked faster. If the ledge wasn’t so high up, he would have just stood up and thrust himself inside her, but the height disparity was too much.
Releasing his hold on himself, Jason stood up looking down at her. He could see her chest heaving underneath her shirt, cheeks flushed, eyes closed in ecstasy. I do this to her, this is all me.
Having better control this way, he applied more force to his stroking digits, relishing the slick sound of his fingers inside her along with her moans and whimpers. He brought his other hand up to her clit, manually working her with both sets of fingers now.
“When we get home, I’m gonna pin you down on my bed and do this with my cock,” he grunted, his motions synced up with her thrusting hips. The way she moaned his name in response made his cock throb and twitch.
Stephanie’s hands gripped the edge of the concrete ledge, bracing herself as her orgasm ripped through her. She let out a trembling gasp and started to cry out before Jason pulled his hand away from her clit and clasped it over her mouth, stifling her. Her hands let go of the ledge and wrapped around his wrist and forearm, doing anything she could to hold on during her climax.
His fingers dragged it out for her, pumping and stroking until he felt her body go limp from exertion. Sliding his fingers out, he instantly wrapped his hand around his cock again and stroked furiously, slick with a combination of his pre-cum and her fluids. Already past the point of worked up, Jason let out several shuddering gasps and grunts as he came, hot come spurting out on the concrete wall in front of him.
When he looked up, he saw Stephanie propped up on her elbows, gazing at him with lust still heavy and prevalent in her eyes.
“That was fun,” she said, catching her breath. “But God, I cannot wait to go home with you.”
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As Stephanie resumed her spot on the couch, she watched Jason stare morosely at his blanket and pillow on the floor. He stood in the middle of the living room, his shoulders slumped, glancing back and forth between the floor and where Stephanie laid on the couch. With a determined glint in his eye, he picked up his stuff and set it down on the floor right next to the couch.
“What are you doing?” she whispered, glancing over at Damian’s small, prone form in the corner.
“If I can’t sleep with you, I’d like to at least sleep next to you,” he grumbled, settling down on the floor. Laying his head on the pillow, he looked up to see a concerned Stephanie looking down at him. Her expression said this is a bad idea.
“Look,” he whispered, sitting up so they could hear each other better without being too loud. “I’ll wake up before everyone and move, okay? Please?”
The boyish look on his face and plea in his hushed tone wore her down. She knew she couldn’t deny him, just like she couldn’t deny him earlier on the rooftop. Nodding her head in resignation, she leaned in close to brush her lips against his. She could still faintly taste herself on him.
With a triumphant grin, Jason laid back down and closed his eyes, hoping he’d get a solid three hours of sleep.
Just as his dreams began to pull him under, he felt the weight of her gentle hand come to rest on his chest. It made the corner of his mouth curl up in a faint, sleepy little smile.
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As Jason began to stir from his slumber, he felt Stephanie’s warm body pressed against his front. For a moment he forgot where they were and wrapped his arms around her tighter, forming his body along hers. Sometime in the last three hours, Stephanie had left the soft plush cushions of the couch and joined him on the floor. She was using his arm as a pillow, her back tucked up against him. Falling asleep with her brought a smile to his face, but waking up with her was when he was truly happy. He buried his face in her hair, breathing her in with a soft sigh.
“Ahem,” he heard above him, the sound unmistakably male.
Jason froze as Stephanie tensed up in his arms. Blinking their eyes open, they both slowly turned their heads to look up at Dick, Damian, and Tim staring down at them. The room was lit up in bright golds from the east-facing windows letting the morning sunlight stream in. Dick looked curiously perturbed and Damian looked both amused and scornful at the same time. Tim was furthest away, standing behind the back of the couch, his expression blank. The only thing that gave him away was the mild disdain in his eyes.
Stephanie buried her face in Jason’s arm, preferring to pretend for just a little longer that they hadn’t been caught cuddling together on Dick’s floor. Jason glared up at their on-lookers.
“Take a fucking picture, it’ll last longer,” he grunted, making no move to get up.
“So, I was right. You two are dating,” Dick stated, his arms crossed. He shook his head. “Do I need to mop the floor now?”
“No, because I’m gonna mop it for you, using your face,” Jason replied heatedly. He placed a gentle hand on Stephanie’s arm, giving it a little squeeze. “The jig is up. They caught us.”
“I told you laying down next to the couch was a bad idea,” she groaned, her voice still thick with sleep. Her face was still buried in his arm.
“Hey, I didn’t make you get down on the floor with me.”
“I thought your taste in men would improve after you and Drake called it quits,” Damian said with a sneer. “It appears I was sorely mistaken.”
“Minors opinions are not being taken at this time, but thank you for your consideration,” Stephanie retorted.
“Says the one being inappropriate in front of said minor,” Tim said, feeling odd he was actually defending Damian. But it felt even odder waking up to Jason and Stephanie sleeping together in each other's arms just several feet away from him.
“Shut up, Drake,” Jason said, pushing himself to sit up. “We were just sleeping – we still have our clothes on and everything. If we were having sex in here, trust me, you’d know it.”
Stephanie buried her head under Jason’s pillow and smacked his leg. “Stop it. You’re just giving them more ammunition,” she said, her voice muffled.
“And unfortunate mental images,” Dick griped, running both hands through his long hair in aggravation. “Doesn’t matter. Get up, we have a long morning ahead of us.”
“This is what you get for only having one bed, Wingding,” Jason countered, unable to help but grin at the thought of what they did get away with last night, right above them on the rooftop.