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The harsh wind blew, biting at her cheeks as Steph made her way back to the safehouse she and Jason had been using for the last few months. Tonight’s patrol involved stopping more than three robberies in the first two hours, and she lost count of the thugs she stopped from mugging and beating people up after she hit seven.
Her body ached, her hair was a mess and she just wanted to get clean and sleep for twelve hours. She was exhausted but she felt good – stopping thugs and keeping the streets safe always had that effect. Making sure she wasn’t followed, she made it back home and scanned her fingerprint and retina before the door revealed the keyhole.
Making her way inside, she stripped out of her suit and tossed it aside, taking a deep breath in. Running her fingers through her hair, she felt the tugging of more knots than she wanted to deal with.
“Long night?” Jason asked, coming out of the bedroom.
“You could say that. I’m exhausted,” Steph replied, looking at him. “My hair’s a mess, my legs and back hurt, and I have the start of a headache.”
“Give me a second,” Jason mumbled on his way back into the bedroom.
Waiting for Jason to return, Steph flopped onto her back and stared at the ceiling. She still wanted to paint a mural on it – something other than staring at the whiteness with coffee stains on it she didn’t want to know how they got there.
“Roll over,” Jason said, stopping in front of her.
“Have you returned with magic cream?”
“I have,” Jason replied, Steph’s tank top hitting him in the face as she lay there in just her underwear.
“Slather me from head to toe,” Steph said, propping a pillow under her chest.
“Can do.”
Feeling Jason gently move her hair aside, Steph shrieked when the cold gel hit her back. She could see Jason’s face in her mind and she knew he was smirking. Feeling his warm hands begin to massage the gel into her aching back, Steph closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation.
Jason had a way with his hands and he knew exactly how to touch her, what hurt, and how to get the knots out as gently as he could. Jason’s hand began to work on her lower back, gently running along her spine down to the hard pull of her lower back muscles. God it hurt, but it also felt so good.
“There we go. Anywhere else?” Jason asked.
“My calves,” Steph mumbled into the pillow as Jason put more gel on her.
Feeling his hands begin to work on her leg muscles, Steph sighed in content. Her calves felt like they were on fire – she had kicked, chased, and climbed walls and fences to bring justice to Gotham and now she was paying for it.
The cool of the gel felt like heaven as Jason massaged it into her tender spots, hitting each spot perfectly. Feeling his hands leave her legs, she turned and looked at him, almost pouting.
“Let that dry for a few minutes and I’ll brush your hair for you if you’d like,” Jason said, capping the anti-inflammatory gel.
“That would be nice,” Steph replied. “You sure know how to make me feel like a queen.”
“Because you are my queen,” Jason said, pressing a kiss to her head.
Allowing the gel to dry, Steph sat up and wandered into the bedroom and grabbed the wipes and quickly freshened up and put a clean tank top on.
Finding Jason setting up a station for her hair, she went over to him and kissed him. Feeling his hands on her waist, she moved closer to him and straddled his knee as she deepened the kiss, moaning when moved his knee against her.
Jason’s lips found their way to her neck and as she closed her eyes, she could feel his fingers slowly dancing along her.
“We should probably do my hair before this gets any further,” Steph said, knowing she would feel a lot better once it was brushed and neat.
“We should,” Jason agreed, kissing her once more before she moved off him and settled between his legs, her back to him.
Slowly running his hands through Steph’s hair, Jason made a mental note of where all the knots were and what they’d take to get out. Picking up the detangler spray, he gave it a good shake before taking the cap off and spraying a generous amount onto Steph’s hair. Jason wanted to be as gentle as he could, and he knew which products worked.
Starting from the bottom, he slowly began to brush it out, holding down her hair in spots to remove the knots as gently as possible. Jason loved Steph’s hair, it was always so soft, almost like silk, and he was always ready to run his fingers through the long blonde strands he loved so much.
“If this wind keeps up over the next couple of weeks, I might get you to braid my hair before going on patrol,” Steph said as Jason sprayed more detangler into her hair.
“I can do that. We are on the same patrol as of tomorrow so I’ll pack a hairbrush and some hair ties just in case,” Jason replied, working his fingers through the largest knot.
“You’re such a sweetheart,” Steph smiled.
“I will never admit to that, especially not in front of other people.” Gently brushing out the knot he was working on, Jason moved to the last one.
“You will one day,” Steph responded, seeing Jason’s reflection in the TV screen.
“We’ll see,” Jason smirked.
Going back to Steph’s hair, Jason got the last knot out and brushed her hair thoroughly. “Do you want it out or in a loose braid?”
“Out for now. I’m so tired, I could fall asleep here,” Steph replied. Her body had now had time to relax and the anti-inflammatory gel was working and all she wanted to do was sleep.
“Come on, let’s go to bed, my love. We could both use the sleep.”
“Make me,” Steph mumbled, leaning into Jason’s thigh and using it as a pillow.
Smirking, Jason reached down and pulled Steph into his lap, hearing her shriek. Standing up with her in his arms, he pressed a kiss to her forehead and took them into the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him.