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Jason rapped at Steph’s balcony window a little harder than was necessary.
She pulled the curtains back with a wide grin.
He frowned, pulled his helmet off, and mouthed ‘open up’ to her.
Holding a thinking pose, she shook her head and stuck her tongue out at him.
He dangled his Jericho .441 off his finger,
She frowned at him, but unlocked the sliding door and waved him in. “Please come in, you’re most welcome, so pleased to have you drop in,” she sassed, turning on her heel towards the tiny kitchen.
His hand closed around her elbow, pulling her to him in a move he thought rather worthy of a drama.
She tucked under his chin perfectly, fitting against him with a bit-back gasp.
“Want to tell me why everyone was laughing at me on patrol today, hm?”
She pushed away from him. “Just guessing here, maybe because they were micro-dosed with Joker’s Laughing Gas?”
“Hmmm, guess again.”
“I’m sure I don’t know.” Her gaze flickered up to his.
“Really,” he drawled. “ I’m sure you do. You wouldn’t happen to have something to do with the mistletoe appearing on my helmet, would you?”
He thrust the helmet into her arms, pointing at the offensive sprig of greenery attached to the top.
“Look, Todd. If you’re my boyfriend, then you should know that your girlfriend goes all out for Christmas. Any holiday, really, but especially Christmas. Besides, you should be thanking me for giving you a prime opportunity to kiss me.”
Was she asking him to kiss her? He was fairly certain he was reading her cues right, but never let it be said he didn’t respect consent.
“You want me to kiss you?” He moved closer, the tip of his nose brushing hers.
Her eyes fluttered closed. “Yes.”
With that, his lips were on hers, his hands around her waist, hers around his shoulders, he was pressing her into the wall, she was grinding against his tac pants…
He pulled back, holding her jaw in his hands like he was cradling something precious.
“I have to get back to patrol.”
She sighed. “Of course you do.”
“Do...you want to join me?” He held his breath as he extended his hand.
She looked from it to his mask-covered eyes. Slowly nodding her head, she took it.
“Just let me get changed.”
“Need any help?” he called flirtatiously after her.
She tossed her curls over her shoulder, eyeing him up. “If you’re offering…”
He didn’t rush, he simply had long legs and crossed the room before her, scooping her up along the way.
Jason set her down in her room as she pulled out her suit and gear as he took in the space. It had surprisingly less purple than he’d been expecting, but it was still a room that belonged to Steph without a doubt.
The shelves full of worn books, the purple accents, the puzzle books and corkboard with riddles and clues pinned haphazardly, the old gymnastics photos and awards hanging on the wall all combined to create a very Steph-esque area.
She had stripped out of her sweats and shirt while he was taking in her room, down to black cotton underwear. Pulling up the body of her suit, she wriggled about, settling the seams properly while Jason tried to stop the visions filling his mind of how else she could wiggle like that-
“Can you zip me up?” She asked him, batting her eyelashes.
He automatically moved to her back, seeing unbroken purple material.
She giggled. “Front zip- easier to get in and out.”
The zipper pull seemed small in his hands, but he slowly zipped up her suit, pressing kisses to her skin as he went.
Small shivers went through her as he pressed one final kiss to her neck before he pulled the zipper up that last inch.
Slowly he straightened. “Let’s go, BG.”
She exhaled and coughed. “Let’s go, RH.”