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“That was a bad one, huh?” You’re referring to the last mission Jason just came back from, while you clean some blood away.
You’ve been dating for the longest time, and this has become somewhat of your unspoken nightly routine- you feed him, and make sure all his cuts and bruises are fixed, and in return he loves you and lets you stay with him.
A pretty good deal, honestly. You feel way safer staying with a roommate than by yourself.
“It wasn’t too bad. I did what I needed to do.” Jason responds, although he’s still chewing quickly as you extend his arm out onto the table. It’s a dim amber in the light of the emerald Tiffany lamp.
“You always do, hon. I mean I’ve only seen you lose, like, what? Three times?”
“Thanks for reminding me.” He huffs, although he reaches for the top of your thigh.
“Mhm. It’s what I’m here for.” You rip off a piece of the medical tape with your teeth and place it over the gauze pad on the very last cut.
“What?”
“To bother you..” Your fingers smooth the tape down as you glance up to him. “Cause it’s fun.”
“Whatever.” Jay scoffs in amusement. His eyes flicker to what little remains of the food. “But that was good, thanks.”
“Mhm. Nobody can say I don’t feed you at the bare minimum.” You take up your own bowl as you sit beside him, curling up to begin eating since you saved it for last.
“You do more than just the bare minimum, babe.” He rises to assist you as you both begin carrying in the dishes to the small, rather crappy kitchen of the studio.
“Oh, yeah? Like what? I need specific examples.” The corner of your mouth twitches happily as you set the dishes down. It’s no big deal, somebody can do them tomorrow.
“Well, bothering me is still number one. Number two, I guess can be hogging the sheets. And snoring…and-“
“Ok, ok, I get it.” You groan, flopping one hand over your face for the dramatic effect.
You feel hands wrapping around your waist from behind, so you allow yourself to lean in as you arch your neck up.
“Whatcha doin?” You question, but you wouldn’t dare pull away. You’re loving this way too much.
“Just taking you in.” This is as close as he gets to the ‘I love you’s’ and the ‘you’re mine’s’, so you’ll take it.
“Mm.” With eyes closed, you trace his fingers with both hands, each one over your hips. This is nice.