What Now?

"Jesus, Babs, what the fuck?" He shouted, frustratedly at the sudden intrusion.

The last thing he wanted to see was his sister standing in his room when he was about to have another bout of mind-blowing sex with the woman who had haunted his orgasms for weeks. But of course, the universe would only allow so much happiness.

Fuck.

"What in the actual fuck are you doing here?" He growled.

She tilted her head to the side and shrugged as if the answer was obvious. "You wouldn't answer your phone."

"So the next logical move is to storm into my apartment?" He rolled his eyes. "How long were you standing there?"

"Long enough to know that you and Raven aren't just coworkers," she replied, her eyes flicking over to the mortified Raven who was peaking out sheepishly from beneath his black Egyptian cotton sheets. Barbara smirked to herself, her eyes drifting back Jason as she balanced a bag of groceries on her hip. "And I called your office before coming here. They said you left early, so I figured you were jogging or something and came here with groceries. Thought we could have lunch but I didn't know you had already eaten."

He heard Raven mutter something incoherent as she tugged on the sheets more as his eyes slid closed. "Babs, for once in your life, could you please have a fucking filter?"

She pretended to ponder this for a moment with a mocking hum. "No."

He groaned as he fell back on his bed besides Raven and covered his eyes with the heel of his hands, his fingers lightly tugging on the fringe of his hair. The fucking universe hated him, of that he was fucking sure.

He hissed when he heard the wheels of his desk chair move across the floor. What the fuck was it now? He open his eyes to see Babs settling in with a bag of chips in her lap as if they were a fucking movie she was about to watch.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"What is this?" She retorted.

He furrowed his brows, slowly sitting up in the bed again. "What are you talking about?"

"This," she said, gesturing to the naked pair across from her. "You two. What is this?"

This? This?! This only happened a few hours ago. This was too young to be talking about what this was. Thishasn't had time to breathe long enough to figure out what exactly it was. This was handcuffs and chains and friction and sweetness and an arsenal of harsh words and fucking hellfire! But he couldn't very well say that.

Instead, he stared at her blankly. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

Babs pressed her lips together and sat back in the chair, opening her bag of chips with an annoying rip and crossing her legs. "Nope," dipping her hand into the bag and popping a chip in her mouth. "So what is this? And don't you say 'just coworkers.' Cause I'm not buying that story anymore. I barely bought it the first time you told it but I'm really not going to buy it now."

"It's none of your business," Jason tried to deflect, not wanting to have that conversation right when they had just given into the burning hellfire between them. His eyes flicked over to Raven and saw the same look in her eyes as he had. It was too much, too soon.

"Seriously, Babs, get out," he ordered looking back over to the brunette across from him.

She popped another chip in her mouth. "No. Not until you define this."

"Oh my god, Babs…" he hissed under his breath, burying his face in his hands and praying that this was just some awful nightmare. "Just get out!"

She ignored him. "Raven? Want to tag in this at all?"

"I-I…" She stammered, unsure of what to say. She looked over at Jason and shrugged awkwardly. "This just kind of… happened."

"Oh please," Babs dismissed, popping another chip in her mouth. "This has been "kind of happening" since before that dinner we had. Both of you were hungry eyeing each other through the whole thing. So it didn't 'just kind of happened.' It happened. Moving on to, what is this now?"

"It's none of your damn business, Babs," Jason exclaimed, growing frustrated with the conversation. He didn't want to figure what this was between them yet. He just wanted his sister to leave and ravish Raven until they could fucking move anymore. "Get the fuck out!"

The redhead arched a delicate brow at him, her face unamused and deadpanned as she popped another chip into her mouth, the crunching noise echoing with a sickening and annoying crunch.

Jason let out another annoyed sigh, falling back into the bed. "It just happened, Babs. Now please for the love ofGod, go away!"

"Not good enough," she mumbled between chips.

"We haven't talked had a chance to talk about it," Raven offered.

"We've been busy fucking," Jason said, crudely, his voice low and even.

Raven blushed, and hit his arm lightly. "Jason!"

"What? She walked in on us, remember?" He gave her a dull look. "It's not like we can convince her that we were just playing Battleship."

Babs tilted her head in thought. "Well…"

"Don't. Even," he said, harshly, still covering his eyes behind his hands. He could barely deal with her presence, let alone whatever crass comment she was about to that was certainly sitting on the edge of her tongue.

The redhead seemed unphased by him as she popped another chip in her mouth again, that crunching sound making him cringe, once again reminding him of her gross presence.

He let out a loud, frustrated groan as he pulled at his hair. "What the hell do you want us to say? We… fucking Jesus. We have amazing sex and I like her ass, okay!"

"Jason!" Raven hissed, hitting his arm again.

"What!" He exclaimed, finally dropping his hands from his face to look up at Raven's criticizing eyes. "You dohave a great ass and we do have amazing sex!"

"You do have a phenomenal ass," Babs commented with a shrug.

"Babs…" He sighed, sliding his eyes closed. "Could you not?"

"Define this and I'll leave," she bargained again with a smile, eating another chip.

"Or you could just fucking leave?"

"I have another bag of potato chips and a whole bunch of other snacks in here," she gestured to the paper bag of groceries on the floor. "I will sit here and eat them all if I have to."

"Ugh! Seriously, Babs, get the fuck out," he growled back.

"Ugh, seriously, Not until you you define this," she mocked with a frown. "You're my little brother and I like her and I want to know if I should expect to see her more."

"No, you just want to be nosey and tell ole Bruce-y what you know," Jason argued, still staying away from the actual topic at hand. He looked over at Raven again who still had the same uncertainty that he did.

Echoes of his words against her skin whispered to him. Of how he wanted this to be more of a one time thing, more than an office fling even. He wanted her so much more beyond their little game they had been playing for weeks now. And now that he had her… He was nowhere near ready to let her go.

No, he wanted her again and again and again and any and all of the other times and ways and places that she would allow him to have her. To keep her in this dark and twisty place with claws and chains and handcuffs and blinding hot fucking hellfire with their little moments of tenderness woven in.

So what was this? His mind came back around to million dollar question of the day. He rolled his tongue in his mouth with a tilt of his head.

They weren't in a relationship. It was too soon to call themselves that when they barely knew each other outside the office and even less, had gone out on an official date. But they for damn sure weren't fuck buddies. He worked too hard to be fucking "buddies" with her and the implications of that arrangement where either party could step out and be with someone else put him on edge.

He, also, very quickly learned after Raven's little dalliance with one Mr. Garfield Logan, that he was not particularly keen on sharing her with anybody else. Nor was he interested in anyone else.

So what was this?

Raven took a breath, a set decision appearing in her eyes as he looked at her. "We are monogamous friends with benefits."

He arched his brow at her as she turned her head back to Babs and pressed her lips together. "We're not really dating but we're not seeing anyone else either. So it's possible that you will be seeing more of me."

Jason felt his lips tug into a smile while he gazed at her, feeling a small swell of pride in his stomach. Not only did she not want to see anyone else, but she wasn't willing to share him with anyone else. There was something greatly comforting about that subtle admittance.

Nodding his head, he turned his gaze to his sister. "Satisfied?"

Babs smiled widely, her eyes twinkling with joy and something he knew would come back to haunt him later, as she rolled the bag closed with a plasticy sounding crinkle and put it to the side. "Very," she stood from her chair and nodded at them. "Wait until after I leave to sink your battleship in her."

"Jesus fucking Christ, Babs!" Jason cursed again, running his hands through his hair and covering his face but Babs just laughed as she walked out, disappearing down the stairs and out the door.

He shook his head, resting his elbows on his knees and burying his face in his hands from utter embarrassment, distantly hearing his door slide close. He loved Babs, but good lord was she a major pain in the ass!

In the midst of his wallowing, he heard a stifled giggle. He furrowed his brows at the unusual sound, picking his head up from his hands to look at Raven. Her lips were folded and her eyes were bright and shiny, shoulders shaking as she fought against the laughter that threatened to break her.

A smile crawled across his face, chuckling along with her and feeding into her laughter. She threw a hand over her mouth and closed her eyes tight, trying to keep it all in but the sheer absurdity of their situation and Jason's own laughter tested the strength her resolve, eventually breaking her.

She fell back against his mattress, covering her face as she laughed. Sounds of her laughter was infectious as it was beautiful, echoing up to the rafters and throughout his loft, chasing away the loneliness and lifelessness that once filled the walls. His chest warmed at the sight and sound of her, falling beside her on the bed, his embarrassment and his sister momentarily forgotten.

It was interesting how easily she made him forget about the world. And how much he didn't mind doing it.

"Your sister is…" She trailed, her words getting lost in between chortles.

"A pain in my ass," he finished with a wide smile, his hand palming her sides and tugging at her lightly, bringing her closer.

"I was going to say, 'a piece of work,'" she corrected, her laughing slowly dying down.

"She's that too," he joked, his forehead touching hers, craving to feel her skin on his again.

He always craved the feel of her skin.

"I swear, I'm going to change locks on that door."

"Oh, you'll do no such thing," she scoffed, her fingers coming up to his chest and tracing his tattoo again.

His skin tingled in the wake of her touch, the flames of his desire sparking back to life. The mood shifted between them again, changing from the soft and lighthearted air to something. He licked his lips and pulled her closer, relishing the feel of her in his arms.

"So, monogamous friends with benefits, huh?" He cocked his brow at her.

She hummed. "Well, seeing as we haven't gone on a proper date yet, I wouldn't say we're dating per se. But I…" She nibbled her lip nervously, a light pink blush reaching her cheeks. "I like this between us… And I want to see where… this could go."

He smiled widely at her, his fingertips tracing delicate patterns on her spine and pulling their bodies as close as he could. "Monogamously?"

She shrugged with a private smile, her leg sliding hitching up over his legs. Looking into her eyes, he saw the glimmer of dark intent dancing there as her fingers traveled up his chest, her nails scraping his skin as she looped her hands around his neck and scratched at the base of his hair.

"I'm not seeing anyone else," she answered, simply. "Are you?"

Oh, he like that admittance so much better. "No, I'm not," he licked his lips.

She hummed again and lifted her lips, expectantly. "Are you planning on seeing anyone else?"

"Far from it," he smirked, his lips brushing lightly against hers. "Are you?"

"No," she whispered, lowly, pulling him atop of her.

He nudged his nose with hers, his hips twitching slightly between her thighs. "Not even that Garfield Logan?"

"Jason, I am naked in your bed," she bucked her hips against his and kissed him as if to reiterate the point. "And I just told you and your sister (still naked, mind you) that I'm not interested in seeing anyone else. Now, do you peg me a liar?"

"No," he stole another kiss, his hips grinding into hers.

She gasped slightly at the friction, her eyes growing full of dark intentions. "Then, there's no one else. That includes Garfield Logan. Satisfied?"

He grinned devilishly at her and licked his lips. "No… I haven't had my fill of you yet."

Before she could open her mouth to respond, Jason's lips covered hers, capturing her bottom lip between his teeth and biting down. She let out a moan turned whine, running her fingers through his hair and arching her back to his wandering hands.

Jesus… She was so responsive to him, and all it did was edge him on. Stealing a few more hot and needy kisses, he ripped his mouth away from her, dropping his affections to her neck. She gasped loudly as his tongue ran up the column of her throat before settling at her pulse and sucking at her flesh there, marking her again.

He wanted the whole world to know that this woman… This utterly ridiculous, fierce, intelligent, terrible, amazing, sexy and beautiful woman was now his and his alone. And he wasn't going to let her go.

"Raven…" He whispered against her skin, pushing his erection against her wetness. So fucking responsive. "What do you want? Tell me, what you want me to do…"

She moaned as she bucked her hips in time with his, her nails scratching at his scalp and back, leaving trails of red in their wake. "I want…"

"Yes, my Queen?"

He felt her smile above him at the nickname in reference to their earlier game. He heard her hum as both hands found his hair and pulled, tugging his head back to look at her. And what he saw set his heart pounding with insatiable lust.

Her eyes were dark and her freshly bitten and swollen lips were curled into a sinister smile full of dark intentions and darker promises. Her hair was mussed and wild behind her, her makeup was smudged and her naked pale skin was flushed, speckled with the red and blue hickeys he had made on her earlier. The glorious scent of cherries and vanilla mixed with sex filled his nose and breathed more life into that burning hellfire in his gut, making his mouth water and his length strain in want.

She was so very different from the perfectly prim and proper Miss Roth he had met in a conference room a few months ago. No… She was much more dangerous and interesting than that. And he loved it.

"I want you…" she started again, her hips moving slowly against his length and making him groan. "To eat cake."

His eyebrow perked up at her words, not expecting that to escape her lips and so boldly too. But he didn't mind at all as a slow and crooked grin slid over his face. "As you wish, my Queen."

He stole a few more kisses from her lips before traveling down her neck and chest, lingering on her soft and ample breasts, his hands sliding up to cup them. She hissed above him as his fingers and tongue played with her nipples, pinching them and sucking them and nipping them lightly. Her body vibrated underneath his mouth, her want becoming more obvious as he explored her body.

He wanted to know exactly what made her tick. What made her shake, what made her writhe, what made her moan, and what made her scream. He wanted to know everything that there was to know about his Little Bird and he was more than willing to put in the hours to learn.

Hearing his name whispered from her lips above him, he smiled, feeling all but washed in the delightful sound. Releasing her nipple, he dropped his open mouthed affections lower, past her ribcage to her soft and narrow stomach, teasing at her belly button. Her fingers pulled at his hair again and her hips bucked again, urging him to hurry up and please her already.

But he continued to smile, kissing and licking at the skin around her navel, traveling to the wide and wild curves of her hips. He nipped at her ridges and traced her curves with his sinful tongue, slowly moving further and further down till his face rested between her thighs. He locked eyes with her, seeing her bite her lip with anticipation as he kissed her inner thigh. She bucked her hips again towards his mouth, her nails stabbing at his scalp and he chuckled.

"So impatient," he commented, breathing her in. God, that scent was intoxicating. It took everything in him not to unceremoniously dive into her folds and eat her out like a man starved.

"Please, Jason…" Begging? Perfectly prim Miss Roth was begging underneath his mouth? And without him ordering her to do so?

Oh. Oh, he liked that. He liked that a lot.

His grin grew wider as he licked his lips, his hands coming up to the top of her thighs and spreading them wider for him as he faced her hot pink soaking wet sex. He inhaled her once more, the fire spreading up through his veins and making him shake with anticipation before looking back up at her again.

"As you wi-

A loud growl from her stomach interrupted him, causing her to break out in another blush. But he just rested his head on her thigh and laughed, the hot and heated moment dissipating just as quickly as it had appeared.

"On second thought, I should probably feed you," he said between chuckles, seeing the once bold Raven shrink back into Miss Roth he had known her to be.

"Yeah," she said with a sheepish smile.

He let out another chuckle, kissing her thigh innocently before climbing back up her body and planting a sweet chaste kiss on her lips. "Let's see what I can put together for us to eat. Meet you downstairs?"

She nodded her head at him, and he smiled, kissing her lips again before getting up, slipping on a pair of baggy sweatpants, and picking up Babs bag of groceries and heading downstairs.

Majority of what was in Babs' bag of groceries was junk snack food, leaving Jason to fish around his refrigerator for leftovers. The smile on his face never faltered from his lips as he replayed the day's events over and over again in his head, unable to get over that she was his.

Completely and utterly, his.

In his peripheral vision, he caught sight of her ankle and turned his head, seeing her clad only in of his black button down shirts. His eyes drank her in, starting from the tips of her hot pink painted toe nails to the top of her messy hair. He licked his lips, feeling his cock harden yet again at the sight of her.

Jesus, what was she doing to him?

He smile shook as he tried to keep his desire for her down long enough for them to actually eat.

"I hope you don't mind that I borrow one of your shirts," she said, coming over to the gray and black massive kitchen island and leaning her chest on it.

"Not at all," he shook his head, briefly thinking about how he never wanted her to wear anything else. He coughed the thought away and gestured to the refrigerator. "So Babs' food is junk and all I've got is leftover pizza and Chinese food. Is that alright?"

She snorted. "I live on my own and I cannot boil an egg to save my life. Cold leftovers are perfectly alright with me."

He laughed, opening the refrigerator again and pulling out the food. "Maybe I could teach you sometime?"

Hearing her phone go off, she walked over to the forgotten trench coat by the door. "Unless you want a burned down apartment, you won't."

"Oh, you can't be that bad?"

"Oh no… I'm the worst," she joked, lightly, bending over and rifling through the pockets and finding the phone, completely unaware of Jason's eyes on her naked backside. "I once tried to make waffles and I…"

She trailed off as she looked on the screen of her phone. Her face scrunched in confusion and her lips twitched as if she was reading something difficult.

His furrowed as he watched her, opening the pizza box on the counter. "What? What is it?"

She said nothing, shaking her head and moving to his pile of clothes, looking through his pockets. Pulling out his phone, she dropped his blazer and walked over to him, holding the device out, her brow still forward and her once smiling lips firmly pressed into a hardened line.

"Check your email," she ordered as she reached him, her eyes still on the screen on her phone.

He watched her cautiously, uncertain of exactly what was going on but something had her rattled and that couldn't be good. Taking the phone, gingerly from her hand, he flicked his eyes down to the screen and unlocked the device.

Going into his email account, he saw that he had a new message from Mr. Wilson:

I have a new assignment for the pair of you. Meet me in my office at 10am tomorrow morning for more details.

From the Office of Mr. Slade Wilson

Jason jaw locked as his tongue rolled in his mouth, reading over the lines again until he had it memorized.

No, this couldn't be happening! First, Babs and then, this? After weeks of torturous pining and wanting and waiting for their infernal case to end, they had finally given into the whispers of their desire and now they had a new case?

He growled lowly in his chest before he looked up to see Raven leaning on the counter, nibbling on her nail, a disappointed and worried look etching on her beautiful features.

And he knew that he couldn't give her up. He wouldn't give her up. Work and hell and everything else in between, be damned!

"So what do we do now?"