Hands shook as layers of latex and leather slipped off, leaving Jason in his boxers, and Rozalin in her fishnet shirt and a lacy black pair of boy shorts. He kicked away the utility belt that she had freed him of seconds ago, and moved closer to her. Her breath was warm against his skin, and they moved together towards the bed. She gently stripped his mask from his face, revealing his beautiful green eyes. He knew from that moment, when her breath caught, that she loved him with all her heart. He had known of his love for her for years, as the guilt of leaving her in that alley had told him. But he was still nervous. Were they rushing this? Would they regret this? Or should they live as if they were going to die tomorrow?

In his mind, he decided they really had nothing to lose, as they really could die tomorrow, or the next day, until they both decided they had enough of the hero game, and he laid her down on the soft silks of the bedspread. Her sigh of happiness persuaded him to remove her fishnet shirt, which gave him a view of her taped down breasts. He arched a brow at her, and she blushed.

"Well, I don't want to have them hanging out where everyone can see them, and bras just don't cut it when it comes to fighting crime." she explained.

"Ah," he looked her in the eye. "May I?"

"Go ahead, Jason. I need you to." Rozalin smiled softly, and he lifted the edge of the tape.

It took a bit of unwinding, and turning Rozalin over, but eventually the tape came off, leaving her breasts bare, red lines showing where the tape had once been. Jason dropped the tape over the edge of the bed, and slowly took her breasts into his hands. They were more than a handful each, which promised even larger sizes to her when she reached full physical maturity. He gently massaged the sore spots on them, where the tape had stuck fast like a band aid, where she had cursed when he ripped it off her flesh, and kissed the red lines. She gasped at the feeling, and it left Jason smirking against her skin knowing it was he who was doing this to her.

Jason kissed up her throat to her lips, and gave her a bruising kiss that left her wanting more. She whimpered as he kissed back down to her breasts, and gasped in delight as he took a peaked nipple into his mouth. He took his other hand and slowly traced the gun shaped birthmark just below her belly button, and hooked a finger into the hem of the lingerie she was wearing.

"Do it," she gasped. "Please. Just do it."

It was all the permission he needed, and he ripped the panties from her body, shredding the lace that held her most private of places hidden. Jason looked down at his lover, taking in her flushed body, the hickeys forming on the sides of her breasts and on her neck, her red hair splayed across the light blue sheets, the moonlight shining on her pale flesh from the glass walls, the quick and shallow breaths making her ample chest move in a way most appealing.

He became painfully aware of the tightness in his boxers, and sighed as he reached over to the night stand on the right, opening the drawer to retrieve a condom. As he put it on, he kept one hand on Rozalin's most sensitive area, keeping her aroused to the point of gasping.

"Are you sure you want this?" Jason stopped to ask her.

"Yes, Jason. I'm very sure." Rozalin looked him in the eye. "We may never get another chance to do this, and if we're doing this safe, we have to take this chance. I love you."

That was all he could take before he slowly entered her. She gasped in pain as he pushed past her virginal wall, and he paused as she tried to relax.

"Just let me know when I can start again. I don't want to hurt you." he worriedly looked at her tensed form. A few moments passed, and she started moving again.

"Now, we can continue." she moaned, and Jason felt a twinge deep in his core.

The two of them got used to each other's body, how they reacted, what made them moan, how they liked it. Fate seemed to favor Jason, as Rozalin cried out in ecstasy when he moved in a way that pleased him. He played rough, and she loved every moment of it. He pumped her mercilessly, and she groaned with pleasure, holding on to his shoulders, digging into his back with her nails, leaving red streaks on his body that marked him as hers. Their cries started to pick up the pace, and the muscles in Jason's body tightened in a way that no other activity ever had. His already tight abdominals constricted suddenly, and he groaned out low and needy as her walls closed hard around his member. She cried out loud and clear, his name filling the glass walled penthouse. Their orgasm lasted a few more minutes, prolonged by Jason's continuing of his actions, finding it erotic that the walls of Rozalin's place had kept spasming from his touch.

Finally he collapsed next to her, their breaths fast and gasping, the need for oxygen becoming apparent. He took in the sight of her sweating, flushed body, her heaving breasts from the gasps she was taking in, and the love in her eyes as she looked at him, and decided that he would love this woman forever.

"I love you, Rozalin," he smiled at her.

"I love you too, Jason." she smiled back as he pulled the covers over the two of them. "Let's get some sleep."

It was the best night's sleep Jason ever had.