"You know," Jason muttered, watching Barbara bend over to gather her clothes off of his floor. A cigarette dangled precariously between his lips that were still sweet with the taste of Barbara's tongue. "Maybe we could try hanging out, you know, without the sex."

Barbara stood, pulling her jeans up her long legs with her and wiggling her butt to get the fabric around it. "You mean, like a date?" she had one eyebrow raised as though she feared what he would answer.

"God, no." he answered. "Dating is for couples. I mean hanging out." He took a long drag off the cigarette, leaning forwards off the headboard and bringing himself within arm's reach of Barbara. "You know, like what we've been telling everyone we're doing when really we're fucking like rabbits." A smirk lit his features as he put the cigarette out next to the bed.

She felt his arms wrap around his waist as she giggled at his words. They fell back onto the bed together, her face tilted towards his chest as he kissed her neck. She smelt the fresh aroma of smoke radiating off of his skin, and she drank in the familiarity of the smell. He'd always smelt of smoke, even before he'd died. "I," she started before sucking in a gasp as he hit her pulse with his kisses. "Haven't told anyone anything. No one has asked."

"Really?" he asked, his mouth barely hovering over her neck. She could feel his breath cascading over her skin, leaving goose bumps in its wake. "Roy and Kory ask every time I leave the house."

Barbara laughed, her eyes fluttering closed when she felt his lips return to her pulse. "Awe, you have to make excuses to your babysitter?" she teased. "That makes this like a forbidden romance, right?"

She shivered when she felt his chucked against her neck. The fact that she couldn't see his face made their actions about twice as sexy. "Are you saying this is romantic? Meeting up at my safe house and fucking each other's brains out?"

Barbara laughed in response, trying to sound charming. Though she couldn't help the way her voice fluttered when she felt his hips shift onto hers and his hand roughly grasped her hip, right where he knew she liked it. "Yeah," she gasped out. "You're my knight in shining armor."

"Hey, next time you orgasm, scream that." He whispered lowly into her ear. She could feel his cheeks pulling back into a smile against her neck. "So, you come over tomorrow night and we'll hang out."

Barbara whined at the thought of hanging out and not getting laid. "And no sex?" she asked, disappointedly. The feeling of his hips grinding into hers seemed like something she never wanted to give up. She shuddered when he chuckled, his bare chest rumbling against her own in a way that made her jerk her hips forward, wishing there was no longer denim confiding her.

Suddenly his breath was on her ear once more as he whispered in possibly the most sexual way possible, "No sex."

A low moan left her lips, full of expectation and desperation. "But I like sex."

"Well," he said, his hands slowly reaching towards the still undone button on her pants and wiggle her out of them. "Then we'll have to get our fill of it now." He said, bringing their lips together and filling her mouth with his smoky breath.

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We're just hanging out, Barbara thought as she searched her closet for something to wear.

On one hand, she wanted to look sexy because maybe she could force him to regret the no sex rule. She wanted to show up in a cocktail dress that showed some serious cleavage and almost gave away her butt and she wanted to see him stare at her and she wanted to see him think 'Damn.'

But on the other hand, he'd seen her naked. She didn't really have to impress him anymore. And besides, they were just friends hanging out, like normal friends who didn't have sex.

Why did that bother her so much?

It shouldn't. Jason used to be her best friend, when he still wore pixie boots and a yellow cape. They'd gotten along just fine, and she was certain they still would. He had literally seen her at her worst, when she was tear stained and confined to a hospital bed and the only one who could make her smile was a small boy who occasionally sneaked in through the window.

For some reason, the fact that they were having sex now made everything different. They were awkwardly caught in between friends and a couple, and Jason was trying to play both sides.

She finally settled on a Green Day shirt and some jean shorts. It was cute, and yet still casual. Or at least she thought so. She was trying to play both sides.

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The door to Jason's apartment seemed a long bigger than the last time she'd been here. It loomed over her as she stood nervously before it, debating whether she should knock or just walk in. When she came over for sex, she just walked in. But this was different. And it felt too much like a date for her to be comfortable enough to just walk in.

So she knocked.

The sounds echoed down the hallways of the surprisingly luxurious apartments (she didn't want to know where the money came from, and she didn't ask) leaving a sort of hollow feeling behind the door. After a few moments of silence behind the door, she wondered if he'd forgotten and had gone back to Roy and Kory's and hopefully contemplated leaving.

But then the door opened and Jason stood there without a god damn shirt on. His hair was wet; the silver in his hair holding a few precious water droplets that glistened in the brightness of the hallway. One hand was holding up the towel around his waist and the other, still holding the door, had a wad of twenties clamped between his fingers.

"You're early," he said with a smile, opening the door and letting her in. "I thought you were the pizza guy."

She entered his apartment, her eyes traveling around the room. It looked better during the day, but the TV was on, mostly lighting the living room. The rest of the light was leaking through the small window to the kitchen and the doorway to the dining room, where the light was completely on.

Barbara shifted her gaze back to Jason, standing there in his towel with a wad of twenties. He still had a smile on his face and it only widened when he saw the strained look on her face.

Not that it could be helped though. She wanted nothing more than to just kiss him and run her hands up his insanely amazing abs and rip off his towel and just fuck.

But they had to give this whole 'friends' thing a try. No sex, not today. She could come back tomorrow or something and they could try again. But he was really not helping and her willpower was fading faster than she cared to admit.

There was another knock on the door that knocked her out of her inward struggle to keep her pants on. "That's the pizza," Jason said through his cheeky grin. He walked toward the door, and she could've sworn she saw him lower his towel. After doing all necessary actions to obtain the pizza, Jason practically threw it at Babs and motioned toward the couch. "Pick a movie while I get dressed. And help yourself, it's your favorite."

Barbara felt hopeful for a moment. "Stuffed crust pepperoni?" she asked, smiling happily when he nodded. Now that she thought about it, she was actually starving (whether for sex or for food, though, she was uncertain).

She ended up selecting the first season of 1,000 Ways to Die, remembering that that was once Jason's favorite TV show. She was honestly slightly surprised to see that he still had the DVD for the first season.

"Oh my god," he said as he entered the room. The theme song was playing and Barbara had a half-chewed, monstrous bite of pizza in her mouth. "I can't believe this is what you picked." He said, slamming down on the couch a foot away from her and grabbing a slice of his own. He laughed as the first victim was introduced; a schizophrenic man with a meth addiction who supposedly died from the garbage disposal.

Barbara looked at him with a smirk on her face, trying to be friendly. I totally don't want to have sex with you right now.

"I can tolerate a few fake deaths since you remembered my favorite pizza." She said.

Jason looked at her, the crust of the pizza hanging out of his mouth like a cigarette as he reached for another. "The deaths are not fake, they're completely plausible."

His companion scoffed, restarting the age-old argument between Jason and the world. "Just because there's a slight possibility that someone could die from these things doesn't mean anyone ever actually has." He countered. "Have you never seen the episode about the guy who apparently died from smelling his own shit?" She asked this question, though she knew the answer. Jason watched this show religiously before he died.

Although, his outlook on death might've been slightly different since then.

And now she felt insensitive for not considering the fact that, hey, Jason was actually a zombie and watching a show about people dying might not be something he wanted to do.

"Okay, that one is gross, and probably fake." He said, holding his non-pizza-holding hand up in surrender. "But the others are completely realistic."

"They are not!" she shouted, bringing a hand up to her face to prevent a bit of pizza from escaping her smiling lips. "Nobody dies from sleepwalking into a garbage disposal! They would wake up!"

The two argued for a while, and Barbara found that maybe they could be friends and fuck buddies. At the end of the night, she slept in his bed (clothed) and he made her toaster stroodle in the morning.

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I thought it was cute, and fluffy. :3

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