Jason grinned. Rose couldn't find her shirt. He'd thrown their shirts in the incinerator while she was asleep. He could get some action this way.
He grinned again and nearly stuck his hand into his pants once she turned around and saw him.
"Where are they?" she demanded.
He shook his head at her, smiling mischievously. "Nightwing must have grabbed them. You know how much he loves women's clothing..."
"Jason...!" Rose growled.
"Ok...but you'll have to go through me first..."
Rose huffs. "Fine!" She rushes him, tackling him to the floor. "Tell me!"
Jason smirked. "Nope." He pressed himself against her.
She sighed. "You hid my clothes because you're horny?"
"Possibly," he answered with a smirk.
"If I fuck you, will you tell me?"
"...Um...maybe...probably not."
Rose growled and smacked him. "I'll just have to torture it out of you!"
Jason snickered. He started to slide her pants down her hips as she slid his down in turn. Neither were wearing underpants. She mounted his swollen cock.
Just then, the door opened.
"What the hell is going on here?" Slade Wilson demanded.
"We can explain!" the two lovers shouted as Slade's face turned red.