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She gasped as her back hit the mattress. Writhing in anticipation she clawed at his body, anxious to remove his clothes. He bent to nip at her neck, then rose to remove his shirt. She was just as awestruck as she was the first time she took in this precious view. How many other girls have seen this? No. How many other girls were lucky enough to see this more than once? Oh yeah, this girl. She ran her hand down his torso, across his chiseled chest and down his defined abs. Jason smirked and began to unzip her leather jumpsuit, exposing her well-developed breasts and toned stomach. Just what little bit of flesh he could see turned him on even more and he quickly yanked the rest of her suit off. He admired her body as she touched his, running her hands across his pecs. Remembering what transpired just moments ago, he frowned, then snarled. He grasped Lillie's wrists tightly and pinned them over her head. He leaned close to her ear and breathed in a low threatening voice, "Pull a gun on me again and I will kill you."

Lillie shuddered to his bluff and brought her knees to her chest beneath him and kicked him off with as much force as she could muster. He grabbed at his pained gut and ribs and Lillie took his pain as an advantage. She then pinned him to the bed. "Don't you dare threaten me. You pulled a gun on me too," she pointed out, moving her hips over his hardening package. She moved her body so that she could unbutton and unzip his jeans and remove them. He wore only silky black boxers now, and she had only her panties. She stared at his growing erection and bit down on her lip, wanting it right then and there. Knowing this, Jason decided to have a little fun at her expense. Grabbing her waist, he hoisted her up and slammed her to the bed again. He yanked her panties right off of her, leaving her breathless and stunned.

"Get ready to beg for mercy," he snarled. Lillie had no time to process the preceding threat before two fingers were abruptly inserted into her canal. She cried out, her back arching off the mattress and her elbows digging into it as well. Her fingernails dug into the sheets, gripping them. Jason watched her face contort in surprise, ecstasy, and maybe even a little pain. He had ceased movement and now waited as her breathing returned to normal. Once it did he surprised her yet again by hooking his fingers within her, pressing down into the sweet depths of her womanhood. Again she cried out, her eyes closing tightly as to shut him out.

He knew she wouldn't be able to handle it. She was too ready, too eager. He knew he could make her cum over and over again at that moment - but he wouldn't. He had total control, which he enjoyed thoroughly.

He began to slowly stroke his fingers inside of her, gingerly making small pleasurable movements within that were slowly driving her insane inside. He locked eyes with her, watching to find any tell-tale signs of contentment or climax. Once she began to relax he began to move faster. She moaned louder and bit her lips, grinding her hips in time to his movements. She clenched her teeth as she ground harder. "More," she groaned. Jason smirked. Famous last words, babe, famous last words.

Following his cue, he increased his speed, alternating his fingers in and out. She was losing it, writhing, screaming. Oh, but Jason wasn't done yet. He let her cum, letting her body sink into the mattress and relax. She still clenched the sheets as her orgasm passed. Jason watched over her. She gazed at him through glazed eyes. She was just too tempting. Jason lowered his face to her womanhood and began to ravage her. His wily tongue wriggled inside her expertly. He pressed his face deeper between her thighs. Lillie entwined her fingers in his hair, bucking her hips to him. Pleasure flooded through her and she came again. If this was the treatment she got for pissing him off she would make sure to do it more often.

Jason lifted his face then entered her. He'd been holding back all this time, postponing his own pleasure. He folded Lillie beneath him to go as deep as he anatomically could. His movements were forceful, his pelvis thrusting against hers. His eyes again locked with hers and amongst the lust and pleasure she could see his anger.

He was just about to reach his climax when he slammed his fist into the mattress by Lil's face; her heart jolted. He grunted and collapsed rigidly beside her. Stunned and dazed she stared at his face. His eyes were transfixed on the ceiling but she could tell his gaze went farther past any man could see… And she knew she could not reach him. She turned on her side and pulled her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around them, and slept.

Thunder woke her and her eyes flashed open just as a blue streak of lightening filled the room. She turned on her back and stared up at the ceiling, her mind racing. What was she doing? Especially with a man like Jason? She reached out her hand beside her but felt nothing. She sat up on her knees. She was alone in the room of Jason Todd. He wouldn't have left her, would he? She nervously bit her fingernails. Why was she nervous? It was only Jason. Right?

She took this time to look around his room, observing every detail. It was small, cluttered, and dirty. A dank little hovel that one would deem inhabitable. Even though there was no light on, she could tell one would not help anyway. So dark, so cold. Lightning struck and thunder crashed again, drawing her attention to the window. She slithered out of the bed, placing her feet on the cool, icy floor. She stood before the dirty window pane. The film of muck and dust was almost so thick that she could not see out of it. She took her finger to the glass and etched into the filth, "Todd." She stood back and admired it proudly. But then her brows furrowed and her teeth clenched. She slashed his name with an "X".

Her fists clenched at her sides and she dropped her head. There was a whirlwind of emotions brewing inside her. What the hell was going on with her?

There was suddenly a clank behind her and she quickly swiped her art with the palm of her hand and whirled around. Jason was just sitting on the bed and removing his shoes. He was smoking a cigarette and was soaking wet. "You were out in this weather?" Lillie asked. He grunted and tossed his shoes across the room. "No, I just like to bathe fully-clothed," he rebutted. Okay, maybe she deserved that. She walked over and sat beside him, resting her hand and head on his wet shoulder. He sighed and pinched the flesh between his eyes. "The roof sprung a leak. It's bad. I tried to patch it but no use. I got a bucket catching the damn water now." He flopped back on the mattress, his arms splayed out above his head and his eyes closed. Lillie straddled him, sitting on his torso.

"What do you want?" he asked, his eyes still closed.

"Answers," she replied.

"To what?"

"Everything."

He turned on his side, making Lillie fall off.

"Look, dammit, I'm tired so I'm gonna sleep. Feel free to do so as well."

Almost instantaneously he was fast asleep with Lillie watching over him. She wanted in to his brain, to study its inner workings. True, given his past, she could understand why he was bitter. But was her past any better? Jason was cold, hard, and distant. He could look you dead in your eyes and shoot you down. That's the man he was. And Lillie knew she herself was not a saint, but she was working for retribution. What vengeance was for him? Kill Joker? Bats? No, he cared too much for Bats, and in a way the Joker had protection from the big man himself. Lillie knew this so so should Jason as well. He was broken. That was decidedly true. But so was she. Was that why she couldn't bring herself to do it, even though she had the perfect opportunity?

Were the parallels of their souls too similar that it kept her close but at bay at the same time? She rose slowly, cautiously backing away. She stood at his desk at the other end of the room, her eyes on him still. Without looking, she ran her fingers across the contents on the tabletop – papers, pens, envelopes, a gun, and a bayonet. She wrapped her hand around the handle of the knife and clenched it, then let it clatter back onto the desk. She grabbed the gun next, holding it at her side.

Jason.

She advanced.

I love you. I can't lie.

She drew closer.

Why can't you tell me the truth? You know!

She now stood at the foot of his bed, her knees between his.

It wouldn't be right if I didn't, but God! I don't want to.

She raised the gun, pointing it straight at his sleeping form.

I don't want to do this, Jason. I do love you. Don't you love me? Can't you tell the truth?

She slowly tightened her finger around the trigger.

You're just as guilty, Jason.

Then she turned the gun on herself…

Jason, please…

Did she do it? Well you'll have to keep reading... .

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