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Apr. 26th, 2012 08:38 pm[cont. from here]
She tenses, and Jason loses all thought to a short burst of panic - he's pushed too far, he's misread, and then her hand is on him, so tantalizingly near to where he needs it and then there. Jason's loses his breath to a groan, mouth pulled from hers and face pressed hard to her shoulder.
"Yeah, like that," he exhales, fingers flexing around her waist. He knows he's not supposed to come just from this, that she'll mock him if he does, but for a moment he feels in danger of it, surprised pleasure rocketing through him so quickly he almost sways. "Fuck."
She tenses, and Jason loses all thought to a short burst of panic - he's pushed too far, he's misread, and then her hand is on him, so tantalizingly near to where he needs it and then there. Jason's loses his breath to a groan, mouth pulled from hers and face pressed hard to her shoulder.
"Yeah, like that," he exhales, fingers flexing around her waist. He knows he's not supposed to come just from this, that she'll mock him if he does, but for a moment he feels in danger of it, surprised pleasure rocketing through him so quickly he almost sways. "Fuck."
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Apr. 18th, 2012 01:22 pmShe lives in the same building he'd been assigned.
Jason doesn't sleep there. And apart from the first time he'd entered his supposed apartment in the dead of night, Jason's not been back. So far no harm has befallen the people who have chosen to accept their home, but that's no reason to trust that will always be the case.
Parking her bike in the alley, Jason frowns.
She only lives on the second floor. Jason wonders if she likes that. Himself, he'd have chosen higher. The more removed from the streets she is, the safer she'll be, but then, she seems like the kind of girl to figure that out.
He doesn't need a batline to reach the fire escape outside her window, and Jason jumps neatly up, crouched in silence and peering into her empty living room. He knows he saw her go inside...
Hand raised, Jason knocks against the glass.
Jason doesn't sleep there. And apart from the first time he'd entered his supposed apartment in the dead of night, Jason's not been back. So far no harm has befallen the people who have chosen to accept their home, but that's no reason to trust that will always be the case.
Parking her bike in the alley, Jason frowns.
She only lives on the second floor. Jason wonders if she likes that. Himself, he'd have chosen higher. The more removed from the streets she is, the safer she'll be, but then, she seems like the kind of girl to figure that out.
He doesn't need a batline to reach the fire escape outside her window, and Jason jumps neatly up, crouched in silence and peering into her empty living room. He knows he saw her go inside...
Hand raised, Jason knocks against the glass.
