This is my first lemony thing. It was a request from a friend and she loved it so I decided to post it. Read and review and let me know what you think. (:
Shot after shot, mug after mug, Jason Todd sat alone at the bar. The bartender kept a careful watch over him. He was a dangerous man. This, everyone knew. He could make the largest, fearless of men cower to him. Dark and brooding was Jason Todd. The Jason Todd. The Jason Todd who, somehow, was resurrected from the dead.
Men, they envied him. Some were even foolish enough to challenge him. Such a shame. It appears that when testosterone is rushing through your blood you get the primal urge to prove your masculinity. There were many who failed and fell. Jason, undefeated. Also in the matters of the heart. Women ogled him, pulling out all their stops. Skirt lifting for better views of their thighs, flirty eyes and mischievous smiles. Of course, Jason enjoyed this. What man wouldn't? But he enjoyed it in a different way. He was a bit of a player, you see? He'd allow himself to be pulled in by their flirty quips, then... Well, what else was he to do? He'd have his fun and those poor girls would leave, flustered and heartbroken. He wasn't one for loving.
Tonight was like any other night. Men speaking above normal for him to hear their insulting and challenging remarks. Women giggled to their girlfriends, describing their night's plans if they were to ever get a night with him. Ha, the things they said. Jason, too, had a good chuckle at this. The bartender muttered something under his breath, to which Jason heard, for Jason hears all.
"What was that?" he inquired, a threat hissing out with his breath.
The bar quieted, watching and waiting. Aside from the booze, you also went to bars for bar fights.
"It was whatever I wanted it to be," the bartender retorted.
To this, Jason stood, rigid and ready. A smart mouth got you nowhere you wanted to be with Jason Todd.
"Sit down. We all know who you are and what you're capable of. Frankly, it's getting old. Settle down and finish your beer. We're all just trying to enjoy our night, alright?" said a voice.
Everyone in the bar, including Jason, turned to it, all a bit stunned and bewildered. It came from a woman, sitting alone at the end of the bar, nestled in a corner. No one had noticed her entrance. "What was that?" Jason snarled. She sighed a tired, weary sigh. "Hon, you heard me. So did everyone else in here. I'm no tape-recorder so ask someone else." She answered as though this was the dullest conversation she'd ever been in. For heaven sakes, she was talking to Jason Todd! Who ever she was, she had balls. Even Jason knew this.
He continued to seethe, this eyes trained on her, threatening her. She turned to meet them. No fear hinted at her forest orbs. Challenge accepted. She stood, brushing a long fall of orange hair from her face. She sauntered over, her eyes trained on him. Her black leather dress hugged her body nicely, and her sky-high heels accentuated the whole ensemble perfectly. Once she was merely a foot from him she stopped. She leaned on the bar on an elbow and cocked her head to the side, looking up at him. A smirk hinted at her lips. "Buy me a drink. Maybe then I'll forgive you of your rudeness."
He looked at her, then at the bartender. "A drink for the lady," stated Jason.
"Ahh, not just any drink. A mix of whiskey and scotch, if you'd please?" she intervened.
Over her, both Jason and the bartender exchanged an incredulous look. Jason shrugged; the bartender did as well before scurrying off the mix the concoction.
The two sat down; she settled easily, Jason, a bit uncomfortably. "Y-Your name?" Jason stammered. What was this? Jason never stammered… "I'm Lillie," she stated proudly, "but you may simply call me Lil."
Jason nodded.
"I'm –" he started.
"I know who you are, Jason Todd," Lillie interrupted, resting her head on her fist. "We all know who you are, Jason Todd."
That smirk was back, playing her lips. Her lips that Jason couldn't keep his eyes off of…
Their drinks were then placed before them. They began to consume the alcoholic beverages.
An hour and God knows how many shots later, the two continued to talk, laughing at times, and at others falling silent with seriousness. By this time, any other woman would have already been prey in his bed. An intelligent conversation was refreshing from time to time, I suppose – no matter how obliterated the speech was by drunken slurs.
Jason was borderline to being borderline wasted. Lillie sat straight in her stool, almost regally, seemingly unaffected by the alcohol. She'd smile occasionally at the slowly deteriorating Jason Todd with humor in her eyes.
"So tell me about you," said Jason as soberly as he could.
Lil chuckled to herself. "I'm just a girl, like any other girl. Simple as that."
Jason leaned forward. "Oh, no, you're not. I'd like to see 'any other girl' down drinks that and possess such quick wit and a silver tongue such as yours." He winked at her. She grinned and leaned forward as well. "Oh, but I am. That is, that's what I would have you believe." She returned a mischievous wink.
"And what is that supposed to mean?" Jason inquired.
"We all have secrets, don't we, Mr. Todd?"
She returned upright and sipped her drink.
"You and your dark clothes. You and your brooding disposition. You think you can conquer the world, don't you, Jason?"
He ground his teeth. "I can."
Lillie turned to him. What a dangerous character she was. She was, in fact, almost just like him. Perhaps that was why she wasn't dead yet. (Jason didn't discriminate when it came to who he killed.) She had absolutely intrigued the one and only Jason Todd.
Playing at her lips again was a smirk. "Maybe so, Mr. Todd. But can you conquer me?" Her eyes were heavy in a seductive way. Challenged accepted. Game on.
They arrived at his dark, dank little apartment. Quite honestly, it was a shithole. He shut the front door behind them, then turned to her. In an instant his lips her hot against hers. He nipped at them, making them sore for an instant. She moaned a little, melting into his strong arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he literally swept her off of her feet. He began to carry her off to the bedroom, his lips never leaving hers.
Once inside, she leapt from his arms and proceeded to remove his shirt. His abs beckoned to be touched, his back and shoulders rippled like a god's. She ogled him, biting her lip as she took in the view. Their lips, again, met. As they kissed, he slowly advanced, making her step backwards as he did so. When the back of her knees hit the edge of the bed she sat down and looked up at him. He coursed his fingers through her hair and she began to unfasten his jeans. They fell around his ankles, followed shortly by his boxers, which were surprisingly silken.
She was eye-level to his semi-erection. She smirked before sticking her tongue out to lick his shaft. He shivered at the sensation of her warm, rough tongue on him. She continued this a bit before taking him wholly. Her tongue swished around him while her head bobbed in time. Jason entwined his fingers in her hair to steady her as he tried to shove more of himself down her throat. She pulled away and smiled playfully at him before rising up to sink her teeth into his neck.
"Ahhh, you're frisky, I see," he groaned.
In a swift movement she was on her back on the bed. "So am I." His voice was now a growl.
Off with her dress, underwear, and all. He chuckled as he looked at her now naked body. Her face tinted red from a feverish combination of passionate lust and shocked bashfulness. He straddled her and glared down into her eyes. He pinned her arms above her head and entered her as hard as he could, while simultaneously sinking his teeth into her breast. She let out a loud, searing scream, a mixture of both pain and pleasure. She could feel the thick, warm flow of her blood trickling down her chest. His tongue lapped at it lustfully. The pain began to subside and she let out a small moan.
They locked eyes once before he began to pull out and ram her repeatedly. Her moans and screams filled the room, his eyes intently watching her writhe beneath him. He released her wrists and scooped his arms under the arch of her back, lifting her up to an upright riding position, which she readily obliged to fill. She was getting closer and closer to her release; he could feel the way her feminine walls clenched him.
As she reached her hilt she found his lips again, moaning loudly into his mouth. He smiled into her lips, then pushed her back on the bed. She rested there, her breath labored. His eyes scanned her small frame, curled in a loose ball. She'd gotten hers, but he, however, had not yet gotten his. "On your knees," he requested. She eyed him incredulously before obliging. Her back arched, her ass in the air. He spread her legs a bit more before entering her from behind. She moaned, lowering her face into the musky sheets. He began pumping into her slowly, then quickened his pace. She felt amazing inside and out, and the sounds she made along with her blissfully closed eyes turned him on even more.
His hands moved from their place on her hips to her breasts. As he rammed into her faster and harder he gripped them tightly; she cried out once more. His climax was near as he pushed his body even more to both his and her maximum. She let out an orgasmic scream, letting her body go limp. Moments later he joined her with a roaring groan. His body collapsed onto hers, his chest heaving against her back. He pulled out of her and sprawled out beside her. He leaned over to his nightstand and took out a cigarette and lighter. "Want a smoke?" asked Jason.
Lillie chuckled into the pillow. "No thanks. I think I'll be leaving, doll."
She rose to begin the search of her dress and panties in the dark. Once she located them she turned to Jason with a smile. "Goodbye, Mr. Todd," she chimed. She dressed and headed for the door. Jason watched her, his cig burning in the darkness. "Will I see you again?" he called after her. She turned on her heals and shrugged. "I don't know, Jason. See, you and I are quite alike. I don't like staying in one place for too long." She winked and continued her strut out of the apartment.
"But I want to see you again."
"We all want things, Mr. Todd. I don't know about you, but I am quite satisfied. I got what I wanted, doll."
Down the stairs she went, not once looking back. She disappeared into the still darkness of the night, leaving Jason Todd with just a cigarette and a memory.
What'd you think? I've let others read before posting and they wanna see more of Jason and Lillie. I'll ask my buddy about it since it's her OC. Anyhoo... hold tight and I hope you like. I will try to post more soon. Working on some stuff at FictionPress atm *_*
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