A/N - Lemons ahead! Read at your own risk.
The rest of the Bats are already in the distance, straggling away from the now-finished brawl with Two-Face and his crew, when the oddly lingering Red Hood stretches his arms long over his head, showing off his impressive delts, and inclines a considering, domino-clad gaze towards her.
"That was something," he says as he releases his arms to a careless swing and strolls a little closer into Batgirl's orbit.
"Sure was," Steph answers mildly.
Maybe he's trying to make friends; it's not like he's ever been around long enough for her to get to know him. His work with the Outlaws takes him out of Gotham for weeks or months at a time, and before his Outlaws stint, she definitely hadn't been brushing shoulders with a once upon a time crimelord.
"You want to fuck?" he asks, apropos of nothing.
"What?" Steph gapes at him. A sexy smirk paints his face sizzling as he steps right up into her space.
"You seriously telling me that a beautiful Bat like yourself has never indulged in the mind-blowing stress relief of a good post-battle fuck?" he asks, his slow, caramel crunch of a voice impossibly lower and rough in a way that makes her tummy clench.
"Believe it or not, safe hookups are harder to find when you're a girl. Let alone good ones," she dryly points out, though.
"Well, tonight's your lucky night, then, darlin'," he drawls. "I'm safe and good," says the Big Bad Hood to Little Wanna Be Riding Hood. "So whaddya say? You gonna make me get on Tinder, or do I get my first choice of girl?" His husky voice traces over her lips as deliciously as his gloved fingers dance over her arm.
"Mm," Steph hums, as her own fingers skip up his chest plate. "You better put out as good as you talk, Mister Hood," she warns him on a breathy murmur as she pulls his face closer to hers.
"Oh, I do, baby," he purrs with wicked promise.
Yeah, he does, Steph dreamily thinks to herself some hazy time later, wrapped up in sheets and thighs and biceps and the wonder of Jason Todd.
"Fuck," she whimpers when he hits the perfect spot again. She's gonna go blind soon from all the stars in her eyes. Worth the loss.
"What's the verdict, darlin'?" Jason's voice rasps low and amused in her ear as he digs in right there. Steph writhes under him, keening out a wordless plea as her fingers claw at his meaty shoulders. "As good as I talk?" he breathlessly demands.
"Not if you don't keep going - don't you DARE STOP -" her panted sass turns into hissing orders as Jason effortlessly rolls his hips into a rip tide, sucking her under with gasps and moans and shivers.
"See, baby? Doesn't that feel nice?" Jason murmurs in her ear as he pumps her through it.
Fuck yeah, it does.
What feels almost nicer is when his hand clutches her wrist just as she's making to drag her ass out of bed to finally head home, boneless and fucked out now on top of beat up and exhausted.
"You don't have to go, baby doll," he protests. "I know you're as worn out as I am," he chuckles. "Probably more. How many times did I make you come? Three? Four?"
"Three," Steph tells him in no uncertain terms, but she lays back down in grateful relief.
"Well, I'll make it four in the morning," he hums as he tucks her into his big spoon.
"Why not five?" she mumbles into his sandalwood aftershave scented pillow.
"Why not five?" he agrees with a little laugh.
It's easy to fall asleep with his corded, muscular arm around her waist, and even easier to make it five and six times in the morning, although it's afternoon by the time they finish.
"Aw, fuck," she grumbles when they're finally up and moving in areas of his aparment other than his bed.
"What's up?" Jason asks with a small frown.
"I can't sneak out in daylight in my suit," she points out with a sigh, toeing at the inconveniently identifying object laying on the floor.
"Oh, true," he considers, chewing on his lip. "You trust me with your apartment keys? I'll go grab you some clothes."
"Sure, thanks," Steph says in surprise.
"You can eat whatever's in the house for breakfast," he says when he's leaving and she's temporarily clad in one of his t-shirts.
Her stomach is rumbling, so she decides she will. Jason's got a well-stocked fridge, and he's doing her a favor, so she has not only a full belly, but also an omelet waiting to go on the hot pan and bread ready to be toasted when he walks back in the door with a duffel bag.
"Oh, you made coffee," he breathes out in relief as he smells it.
"And breakfast," she says, depressing the toaster button and pouring the eggs. "I figured you'd be hungry, too."
"Thanks, babe," he says, the one who's surprised now. He's a little wide-eyed as he walks over and presses a kiss to her cheek as she minds the eggs, before he pours himself a cup of coffee. He pulls her into a full-on kiss when she places a breakfast plate before him a few minutes later.
"I'll go get dressed," Steph murmurs with a small blush, slipping away so he can eat in peace and she can deal with stupid butterflies from oddly intimate moments of domesticity.
It's been a long time since she's had a boyfriend, or even a best friend. She's lonely. Sue her. She doesn't need to make a big thing out of it. Anyone in her shoes would feel the same stupid, dreamy longing. Her brain knows that Jason's unavailable. He'll be leaving Gotham in the dust in a day or two, like he always does after each of his brief reappearances in their Bat-lives.
"You think you might wanna do this again?" he asks her when she's dressed and ready to go, with Batgirl in the duffel.
"Sure," she grins at him. "You really were good," she laughs. "Kinda wish you weren't gonna be gone for a month or however long," she smiles, reaching out to thread her fingers through his.
"Oh, I'm not," he says slowly. "I'm back in Gotham for good." Steph frowns.
"But - the Outlaws?" Jason rubs a hand over his jaw.
"Arty and Biz kinda… moved on to different things," he mumbles. He can't quite hide the pain in his eyes, even though he tries.
"Oh," Steph says softly, feeling more than a little shocked. "I'm sorry," she murmurs, squeezing his fingers a little tighter. Jason clears his throat.
"Well, that's life, right?" he says, in a voice way too flat and tired to be carefree. "At least you don't gotta wait a month to get fucked again," he quips, with the ghost of a teasing smile.
"By you," Steph teases back, but her thumb is gentle as she runs soothing patterns over his knuckles.
"By me," he scoffs. "Didn't sound like you were getting much action before me, Miss Brown," he smirks.
"Not much that was good," she wryly agrees, laughing into the kiss she presses into his mouth.
"Come on, I'll drive ya home," he says, tugging on her hand with a warmth in his eyes that wasn't there a minute ago.
"Oh, but you already drove out to my place once today -" she weakly protests, but Jason is already pulling her to the door.
"It's not that far," he says over his shoulder.
It's not, which is either going to be a blessing or a curse. Too soon to tell, she muses, after he legit walks her up to her door and pulls her into a two arms around her waist, deep tongue, properly panty-melting kiss goodbye - but only after getting her number.
Hm.
The next four nights prove that a good post-battle fuck IS mind-blowing stress relief. Imagine that. Steph's never felt more relaxed.
Until night five, when she's dealt with two mid-terms, a migraine, and Killer Croc, all in under twelve hours, before being faced with Hood's now nightly question when he finds her after patrol.
"My place?"
"I'm too tired tonight," she has to admit.
"Oh, that's ok," he says easily. "You want a ride home?" She does, sure, that would be lovely. He walks her up, but his lips only brush her cheek when he says, "Rest up," before turning to go. Steph's stomach twists.
She knows they aren't exclusive; it's just post-patrol sex - but the thought of Jason getting on Tinder and fucking someone else tonight instead of her is -
"Jase?"
"Yeah, babe?" he says, turning around.
"I was just thinking, I'm too tired to fuck," - oh God, she's about to humiliate herself, isn't she? - "but I wouldn't mind putting on some lingerie and watching you jack off to me, if you wanted some help …?"
Oh, God. Pathetic.
Sopping, wet, pathetic, needy, clingy -
"Seriously?" Jason's face lights up. "You'd let me do that?"
"Hell, yeah," Steph brazenly grins while her insides waver between embarrassment and relief. "I think it would be hot as fuck. Give me something nice to think about while I fall asleep."
"Well, you don't have to ask me twice," he beams at her. "You sure you're up for it, though? You don't have to."
I do, Steph's fucked up logic core unhelpfully supplies. Dammit.
"All I gotta do is lie there and watch," she says with a sexy smirk. "I think I can handle that."
"Ok," he smiles. He presses little kisses to her neck as they enter her apartment and walk down the short hallway to her bedroom, and the butterflies are real. Oh, God.
"I'll go change in the bathroom so you can be surprised," she says as she roots through her rarely-used lingerie drawer. Maybe she'll bring a few pieces over to leave at Jason's for post patrol. He's already encouraged her to leave a few pairs of jeans and a couple of t-shirts - for convenience, not 'cause they're a couple or anything.
He's just considerate about post-patrol-post-sex fatigue and not kicking her out. Doesn't mean he won't bring someone else over when she's not there.
Ok, but he's not doing that tonight, she firmly reminds her stupid queasy stomach, because she's gonna make sure he gets off so good that he's too tired to go home. Yep. The red lingerie it is.
"Oh, damn," a naked Jason breathes out when she comes out of the bathroom in a scandalously lacy teddy that pushes her boobs up into deliciously perfect mounds while framing her pussy with perfectly placed cut-outs.
"Babe. Oh, my God," Jason moans, as she sashays to the bed. He plumps the pillow up behind her and helps her get settled before kneeling over her ankles. "You look so fucking good in my color," he rasps, palming his already hard cock.
"Yeah?" she giggles coyly, like a camgirl wannabe. "You gonna show me how good, Mister Hood?" She flutters her eyelashes, and draws a teasing finger around one of the lace cutouts. Jason chuckles, low and rough.
"You got any lube up in here?"
"Bedside drawer," she points. He leans forward to get it, quirking an interested, amused eyebrow back at her when he sees the other contents of the drawer.
"We might have to make coming to your place our thing," he grins as he pours a dollop of lube into his hand.
"I'm ok with that," she smiles back. She's even more ok with making 'our thing' their thing, except - except - our thing doesn't mean not having other things with other people and -
Jason is groaning as he strokes his cock, hard and sure, but not too fast, while his eyes eat her up.
"Play with your boobs for me?" he begs her, so Steph obligingly lifts her hands up to gently cup her breasts. She sighs as she fondles them, enjoying the contours of their curves against her palms.
"You are so fucking beautiful," Jason rasps, low and rough, as he twists his hand over and around his length.
"You're not so bad yourself, handsome," Steph winks. She feels like an idiot, but Jason is taking her miserably executed roleplay in stride, and chuckling softly like she's some kind of adorable instead of a pathetic moron delivering a half-baked sex worker fantasy in a desperate ploy to keep her fuckbuddy away from other people's fucks.
His breathing is getting heavy and his eyes go half-lidded as he pumps his cock while eye-fucking the life out of her, and Steph really shouldn't be so surprised to hear her own breathing start to speed up. The quirk at the side of Jason's mouth says he notices. Steph wets her dry lips.
"You look really good like this," she whispers honestly, all bravado and pretense dropped. Her thumbs catch on her nipples through the lace and stay there.
"So you do," he growls, his voice as gritty as the coarsely chopped coffee grounds she'd put into his machine in his apartment this very morning. "You like seeing how hard I get for you, babe?" he asks. "How much you turn me on?"
"Yeah," she softly admits, as her breath comes a little quicker. Jason groans and tightens his fist on his cock, pumping a little faster now. Steph can't help the little hungry moan that slips out as he bites his lip and tips his head back, losing himself in chasing his pleasure.
"Fuck, you're so pretty," Steph breathes out in awe. She's seen his O face and the lead up before, obviously, but every time she's been blissed out herself. There's so much more to appreciate when she's watching her man with clear eyes, when all of his attention is focused on coming and not on pleasing her.
His mouth falls open and he begins to pant and groan as he jerks frantically into his fist, and Steph tries to burn his image into her brain.
"That's it, baby," she encourages him. "You gonna come for me? Come all over my legs?"
"Fuck!" Jason yelps, and then streams of hot cum are painting her thighs while low groans paint her ears. Steph moans with him a little bit, feeling way more flushed and bothered than she'd thought she'd be.
He heaves out a huge sigh when he finishes, and laughs a little bit.
"God, that was good," he smiles, running his clean hand through his sweaty hair. "Way better than anything I would've beat out at home, baby. Thanks," he grins, and he's crawling up the bed and kissing her before she quite processes that statement.
"Lemme go grab a washcloth and clean you off," he says before her mouth figures out how to work. It's not until he's rubbing the warm cloth on her legs that she finds her tongue.
"You would've just jacked off at home?" she asks him, aiming for casual and missing entirely.
"Yeah?" he says, giving her a confused look. "Where else would I have done it?"
"Maybe inside a Tinder date …?" Steph says hesitantly, fighting the blush.
Jason stares at Steph.
Steph stares at Jason.
"Typically," he says slowly, as he reaches out a hand and traces some of her hair behind her ears, "if I have sex and breakfast with someone for five days straight with no signs of letting up, I kind of assume that we're gonna be exclusive. Especially if I've told them to leave clothes at my apartment," he says, his fingers now scritching a soothing rhythm on her scalp.
"Oh," Steph mumbles to her hands. "Well. I didn't want to assume."
"You're right," Jason says gently. "I should have said." She half-shrugs a shoulder. "Or asked? Do you want to be exclusive?"
"Yeah," she whispers, still not meeting his eyes.
"Good," he smiles into the kiss he presses to her cheek. "Is that why I got such a nice show?" he asks, and her blush claims a clear victory. Jason's laugh isn't the slightest bit mean, and the way he pulls her into his arms and wraps her up against his chest lets her hide her face against his pecs.
"Am I a total ass if I'm not sorry I got to have such an amazing experience?" he asks her, warm and playful against the top of her head.
"No. I liked it, too," Steph admits, finally brave enough to prop her chin up and look at him. "A lot. A lot a lot. You were so hot, oh my God."
"Me?" Jason scoffs. "Says the woman with the hottest body I've ever seen, bedecked in my fucking colors," he swoons right back. Steph smiles up at him, and he bends his face down to kiss her, slow and sweet, as one of his hands comes up to caress her cheek.
"This feels good, you and me," he says.
"Real good," Steph says. Especially now that she's not scared and insecure.
Epilogue - a few months later
Three of Penguin's goons are circling her with their trick umbrellas in the Bowery, when the guy in line at the hotdog cart whirls around and plugs two of them in the ass with the gun he whips out from his waistband. The third guy gets it in the knee.
"Fuck off, ya louses!" Average Joe orders over the screaming. "Mister Hood said anyone who fucks with Batgirl fucks with him."
"This ain't even your turf!" one of the goons howls back at him as he writhes in pain.
"So? It's my Boss Lady. Fuck off," scowls Not So Average Joe.
"How are we gonna fuck off when we're shot?" blown out knee cries pathetically.
"Easy-peasy. One cop car, coming right up," Batgirl smirks down at them, texting it in before waltzing over to NSA Joe and grabbing his elbow. "A word," she says firmly, not quite pushing him around the corner.
"Yeah, Boss Lady?" he asks her politely.
"Why are you calling me that?" she demands.
"Well, we were all talkin' tryin' to decide the most respectful way to address you, seein' as how you're the Boss's girl. We were considerin' Girl Boss and Boss Girl, too," he says. "Do you have a preference? I can text it to the goon chat."
"Ok, wow," Steph says, not quite sure how to wrap her mind around any of that. "Hood said I'm his girl?"
"Yeah, he said anyone who fucks with you -"
"- fucks with him," Steph finishes along with him. "Yes, I got that much. Thank you. But, uh -"
Jason told his goons that she was his girl? And to protect her?
"Uh, I think Boss Girl is the best," Steph stammers slowly. "BatGirl. BossGirl. It flows."
"That's what I said!" NSA Joe exclaims with pleasure. "But Jeff said nooooo, you might get offended being called a girl, not a lady, even though it's right there in your name, hello!"
"Yes," Steph nods as her mind swirls. "Good call."
"I'm texting everybody right now!" Joe says cheerfully with a big thumbs up as she inches back towards reality.
She needs to buy Jason some flowers.
The End
A/N - Thanks for reading! You can follow me on Tumblr at River9Noble