Barbara Gordon had joined a cooking class.

She was doing profoundly well in this cooking class. She had an A, and every now and then she'd cook something for her dad, or make something with Alfred and exchange recipes. His were learned from years of cooking and hers were learned from a cooking class she'd been in for two weeks. She almost felt like she'd cheated, but Alfred was vastly impressed with her skills and he always enjoyed their little cooking sessions.

Usually, however, Barbara Gordon was not getting turned on while she was trying to make chicken.

For some god awful reason, Jason Todd had decided that Barbara looked extra sexy with flour on her nose and an apron on. He had snuck up behind her while she was putting the spices on it and wrapped his arms around her waist. His lips pressed to the base of her neck and he began swaying his hips into hers, moving the two of them in a rhythmic motion. She laughed, and attempted to continue what she was doing regardless.

"Jay, distracting me in the kitchen could result in injuries," she hummed, craning her neck while she mixed the contents of a bowl. She closed her eyes, feeling his lips against her skin. He was so warm, and just a hint of moisture on his lips. Not too sloppy, not too dry. Just… perfect.

He smiled against her pulse. "You could stop me any time you want, Barbie," he said, rubbing his hands along her hips and down the sides of her legs.

She poured her mixture into a pan while Jason toyed with the knot on her apron. Once the knot was undone, he pulled up the hem of her tanktop and started playing with the skin on her hips. Barbara smirked. "Oh I know, I'm just saying this could be dangerous."

The oven beeped, and Barbara bent over to put the pan in. She made extra sure to push her hips up and back, Jason's hands on her hips. He almost groaned when her hips pushed into his, and he could feel himself growing thinking about being inside her.

He didn't even wait for her to stand up straight after closing the oven before he was spinning her around and pushing his lips onto hers. She moaned a little, slightly surprised but not in the least unhappy about it. Her arms snaked their way around his neck and pulled him closer, while he tore the fabric of her tanktop straight up the center, ripping it to shreds because it separated him from her.

Her pale skin now exposed, he ran his hands up and down her sides, playing with the hem of her bra.

Jason's lips moved from her lips to her jaw bone, then planting quick and faint kisses along her neck. He left a faint trail of saliva in his wake, which made her skin cool once the heat of his lips moved away from it. Once he reached her pulse, he bit down and sucked hard. Barbara almost fell backwards into the countertop, moaning at the sensation of Jason's teeth on her soft flesh. Her eyelids fluttered closed, fingernails digging into the back of his neck.

"Jason," she breathed.

His lips continued working her pulse while his hands fumbled with the button of her jeans. Once free from the denim contraption, she shimmied out of them until she was only wearing her little red panties and her black bra.

Soon he was grabbing her by the thighs, picking her up and turning so that she was sitting with her bare ass on the island in the kitchen. Upon putting her down on the countertops, Barbara reached for Jason's shirt and tugged it over his head. His muscles rippled underneath scarred skin. Barbara ran her fingers over the large Y shaped scar that he'd earned from his own autopsy, all the way down his abdomen until she reached the button of his jeans. As her fingers enclosed on the small metal piece, Jason swatted her hands away.

"Let me," he said.

He used his hips to spread her legs, and then bent down. Peering up at her, Jason ran his tongue along the edge of her panties, dragging his warm saliva across her skin. He left goosebumps in his wake. She shivered and whimpered and wiggled at the feeling, practically bucking her hips in need.

Using his tongue, he pulled the hem of the panties into his mouth and bit down. Then, using his mouth, he tugged them down. Barbara sat up, allowing for passing of the fabric. The countertop felt extra cold against her center, only reminding her of how warm she was when she was turned on.

Jason dropped her panties out of his mouth, and then dove in. He wasted no time allowing her body to get used to his presence. His tongue was pushing inside her in quick, shallow thrusts and Barbara's eyes were about ready to pop out of her head.

He could hear her breathing increase up above him. She was bucking her hips in an attempt to feel him deeper, but Jason put his hands on her hips and pushed down, effectively steadying her. Her fingers were in his hair, pulling and clenching. Soon, he moved his attention elsewhere, dragging slow circles around her clit. When she seemed like she was about to burst, he would speed up. He would wait for her fingers to tighten in his hair and then he would suddenly stop.

There were few things Jason Todd loved more than teasing Barbara Gordon. This especially meant sexually.

Barbara had begun breathing his name again, irregularly and only every so often. She could feel the pressure in her body building. Her orgasm was close and she was so desperate for relief she could hardly fathom it.

And just like that, he was gone. His face was no longer pressed against her thighs. His tongue was no longer circling her clit.

However, before she could even open her eyes, Jason's hands were beneath her ass. He squeezed and lifted her with ease, though he wasn't being overly gentle about it. He dropped her onto the floor, spun her around, and pushed her so she was bent over the counter all in one swift motion.

Barbara hadn't even heard Jason undo his pants and just like that he was inside her. Most guys had a grace period where they started off slow and easy. Jason had never been like that. Once he was in, it was like a piston. He was thrusting long and hard and fast. Barbara bit her lip in an effort to stay quiet, though she wasn't sure she knew why.

Jason had his hands on her hips so that he had something to ground him, because the harder he fucked her the more the world around him became a blur. He could see her ass jiggling in perfection every single time he thrust. It was magnificent to watch. Just to see it jiggle a little bit more, he slapped it in between thrusts. Barbara groaned at that, and once that first noise was out, the dam had been broken and there was no shutting her up. She was chanting his name and cursing and moaning so loud that neither of them even heard the oven timer go off.

Suddenly Jason had her hair balled up tight in his fist. He used it to yank her upper body off the countertop and up to where he was. It occurred to him that Barbara hadn't yet come, which was unusual because usually by this point she'd had at least one orgasm.

Now that her body was up, he used his other hand to reach around and rub fast circles around her clit. Barbara shivered in response, coiling up tight and ready to explode.

"Beg me to come," he said. He never stopped pumping in and out of her. Sometimes, he was surprised by his own stamina. "If you want it, you have to beg me for it."

The feeling of Jason's hot breath on her ear along with the low, threatening tone of his voice was almost enough to send Barbara over the edge on its own. Unfortunately, he knew that. He knew just how to keep her waiting until she was desperate enough to beg. He could keep going just until he got off and then he would leave her wanting, wet, and frustrated. And he'd laugh about it, too.

She hated begging. He knew she did. She was so prideful that she didn't ever want to have to beg for anything. For some reason, when Jason made her beg for an orgasm, it only made her want it more.

Barbara bit her lip. "Please-"

"That's not enough," Jason said, dragging his finger over her cilt and thrusting extra hard.

Her neck was aching from the position he held her hair in, but she was so turned on being at his mercy. "Please, Jay-" she stammered. It was hard to form words with his cock inside her. "Please make me come," she finally said.

He smiled, and without another word he began furiously rubbing her clitoris, feeling her boy tense and contort beneath his touch. She was tightening around his length and, honestly, he was getting dangerously close too.

Jason released her hair and she sprung forward, her breasts pressing against the cold countertop. He placed his hands on her shoulders and pulled her towards him in time with each thrust. One extra hard pump is what finally sent her over the edge. As she finally peeked, her body tightened around him and she screamed his name one last time. He watched her, riding her through her own orgasm and bringing himself to his own.

He pulled out, spilling himself onto her ass. Moments passed filled with nothing but the sounds of their panting, and the oven timer. And eventually, Jason started laughing. Barbara stood up, a smirk on her lips and exhaustion in her face. "What are you laughing at, nerd?"

Jason simply continued laughing. He reached over and pushed the button on the oven so that he could shut it up. "Your cake is burned," he said through his laughter. And then Barbara started laughing with him. They sat there, naked in the kitchen of Barbara's apartment, laughing.