Did ya'll miss me? (hugs) I've been active here, but working on a few other projects, and recently completed the long overdue "A Bird Without Wings" - which is where Dick got shot in TKJ instead of Barbara. I also began working on my very first Five Nights at Freddy's fic, "I Will Find You".
Title by Kim Lawrence ("A Passionate Night with the Greek").
Chapter Eleven
A Passionate Night with the Hood
"Ah, to be away from one of the last figures of my nightmares," Jason said as soon as he cut the engine, parking somewhere to the west of the freeway.
"Correction: our nightmares," she told him, giggling behind her hand.
He turned his full attention to her, arm behind and atop his seat, brow quirked in that way she found adorable and dimples forming roguishly. "Damn, when you kneed him right in the jawbone...I thought you'd draw blood from there, just like..." He trailed off as if embarrassed at what he was gonna say next. Steph had an idea and felt her cheeks warm up, admitting it in her mind causing the stir.
The blood between the legs.
Oh, God, now that made her itch and throb a little. Rubbing her legs together would just make it worse.
"Finally here," Jason announced, bringing the vehicle to a stop so she could see where they were. Daylight would be better, but now: the headlights struck the blinding ripples of the little river that ran before the grand-looking, two-story structure she had no idea existed until now.
"Oh, my God, Mr. Hood! What's with this one?"
He grinned, the headlights reflecting off the cores of his emerald irises. "Our getaway from Mr. Wayne."
This house...half of her scolded her and her husband and reminded them of the other people like them who were counting on them. They could choose something smaller and humbler after business was concluded, but at the same time...this was a reward for all of their hard work that the majority could only dream of. She was just living in her old mindset.
Seeing the outside of this place and repeating the word "getaway" caused the ache between her legs to stir harder, as did the heavy presence of her husband even after he got out of the vehicle, coming around to help her out even though she could do it herself.
She wasn't interested at the moment in looking at the house itself, but Jason and what they might do tonight now that they were alone, and knowing him and Talia, the best AI security system to alert them to someone attempting to physically break in or hack in. She was, however, mindful of the carpeting consisting of medallions and fleur-de-lis edged with tapestry-like scrolled leaves, all in vibrant colors and gold against black. The ceiling-to-floor glass windows were now closed by the slow-moving curtains coming down.
"Where's the bedroom?"
~o~
Jason blinked in shock at her words and the action that followed: Steph turned her back to him, knelt to pull off her boots smoothly and without losing her balance, then stood upright again to do the unthinkable to him.
Her dress found its way to the floor, around her feet, leaving her in the plum-colored, seamless briefs trimmed with lace at every edge. She kept her back to him, setting about undoing her hair and letting the sleek ringlets cover her back and shoulders. She dropped the pins to the floor where they hid within the folds of her dress. It wouldn't wrinkle, thank God.
"Wh-wha-what are you doing?" Jason finally asked hoarsely, sounding as if he was struggling to breathe. And he didn't even see her breasts yet!
Stephanie grinned over her shoulder. "What does it look like? We got the house all to ourselves. Come and find me if you can." She decided to turn this into a game where he'd catch her in the end but was gonna make it a tad challenging since she didn't know her way around this place just yet. Though she was confident she'd find the master bedroom in no time.
As if reading her mind, Jason smirked. "Our room is the second to the right."
Second to the right as soon as she reached the top of the zig-zagged brass staircase which went into three parts until she reached the second floor. She had a miraculous view of the entire living area, but she paid attention to where she was going, and as soon as she found herself in THEIR bedroom, she gasped in amazement at the exotic tranquility and regal attention to detail. The bedside tables and grand wardrobe were charming golden brown wood carved with more medallions and scrolling leaves. One wall had a large canvas bearing a bird's nest on branches of a birch tree against a soft autumn scenery when summer was ending by the looks of it; one bluebird was on the branches further from the nest where the brown one hunched protectively over the three eggs, and above them and below were the words: "Family is where life begins, home is a place to be with the ones you love. Welcome to our nest." Below that was an elegant, artful bench of soft gold with a cushion of maroon suede.
There was no carpeting this time, so she padded across the mahogany wooden floors with ease so she could finish undressing, yanking off her underwear and throwing it across the room, where she didn't care it'd land. She yanked back the watery blue comforter embossed with golden Moroccan medallions, revealing light teal Egyptian cotton sheets underneath. The richest and softest, settling on the flesh like splashing rain. Both bedside lamps were on, but she hurried to what could be Jason's side, sheet yanked off the bed and wrapped around her body for seductive reasons, and turned his off; they were glazed ceramic of rusty red with dripping touches in the surface as if they were melting.
The pure white magnolias and amethyst passionflowers got her attention, as did the symbolisms coming to mind.
The passionflower appeared as the crown of thorns Christ suffered from along with his crucifixion, representing his last moments. It was for a new life, wishes for a better future despite life's challenges, and never giving up when things got rough. Its medicinal properties helped with anxiety and insomnia, also reducing stress.
Magnolias were pure and noble, sweet and beautiful while being physically powerful. They were proud and sturdy blooms, and in Japanese culture, they showed an immense love of nature, while in the American South, they represented the arrival of springtime.
Both flowers represented the same thing: passion.
Passion could mean a few common things: an intense desire or love for something or someone, and Jesus's suffering. For Stephanie Todd...it was the first part.
Her husband's arrival made her mouth dry immediately, the feeling going to her throat. She was about to say "about damned time" when he stood there, partially shadowed but enough to show her he was glistening and nude in the light. Nothing left to cover his canvas. He was built as a tank and wore the remaining bruises and battle scars. He might as well have been sculpted by Michelangelo or someone from the Renaissance era. The fires had broken out of control thanks to her.
Jason stayed there for a few moments, watching her intently and looking up and down, brows furrowed a little at the sheet despite the light smirk. Then he confidently walked in so that she saw all of him. Like a great mystery being exposed. Steph didn't need to note how big he was, but it was above average, the dark pubic hair at the base wild but tamed at the three outside lines. She'd seen him without his shirt, but never like this. She'd led him here, she wasn't afraid since she wasn't a virgin, so no going back there.
But he was hesitant as much as he was willing.
She walked closer to him, keeping the sheet around herself until the moment she accidentally stepped on it, miraculously not falling off her feet, and allowing it to slide off her body in this succession: her arms falling to her sides, the fabric revealing first her buoyant breasts, smooth stomach without feminine abs, a small waist, and hourglass proportioned legs. She'd just given her own pubes the thin-stripped Middle Eastern treatment, but Jason barely had time to look there before she pressed herself up against him, her skin absorbing his heat the longer they touched. Burying her face into the crook of his neck, calming down from the excitement of the night, she wrapped her arms around him and ran her palms in a gentle massage over the jagged and smooth hills of his back surface. He stiffened for a moment before he returned the gesture, bringing out the same sensations she was drawing from him.
They could be themselves again with each other, to naturally link together like man and woman were made for since creation. Everyone else was gone tonight and wouldn't show up unexpectedly.
"We don't have to if you don't want to," Stephanie breathed against his shoulder, pressing a kiss on his jugular and making him shiver.
"You mean that, or you just testing me?" he purred, a strong hand coming down to boldly grasp and cup her left ass cheek. She giggled.
"You already know."
~o~
The press of her breasts against his chest, the left leg where he'd groped her ass, and the rush of liquid to her apex - it all meant one thing and nothing else.
Jason groaned as she moaned, her body arching against his as their tongues and lips molded together, her arms around his massive shoulders as his other arm let go of her to reach up and run through her curls, gently grasped the back of her neck and tilting her backward to reveal the pale column of her throat, peppering it from top to bottom and igniting the fireworks. Or maybe not so sweet as the words that escaped his words in a tone combined with a growl and a rasp.
"Zawja."
She was still learning Arabic, so this word...wife. She returned it fervently, pronunciation a little off, but he chuckled and embraced her name for her husband. "Alzawj."
He didn't question her game tonight, didn't speak up to stop this, and actions spoke louder than words, like right now. Never did Tim or the one before him...no, she wasn't gonna think of them. She was with Jason, the one she had more in common with than the two of them or anyone else. The one who was now working down her right breast, going in the opposite direction so more pleasurable lava weakened her. He succeeded in making her knees wobble. Stephanie laughed as she let herself lose her balance only to be swept up in his arms and carried bridal style towards the bed.
"God, Blondie, how much you want this?"
"More than whoever came before you," she answered, and it was God's honest truth. She named no one because he knew already, just as she knew about Essence of the All-Caste and that flight attendant after. His eyes widened, pupils widening to make the emerald rings thin as an eclipse. Goddamn it, the fact we both...twice before...and now we are together. Third time's the charm, after all. We've gone for a damned long time without this.
Jason plopped them both onto the bed, him making it upright on his knees like the master he was, keeping her in his embrace until he was in the center of the mattress, the fitted jewel-toned sheet crinkling beneath their shared weight.
She scrambled back onto his lap, knees locking with his purely for the sake of rubbing her aroused womanhood against his jewels, enough to split the mind apart of all thoughts, doubts, and troubles of tomorrow. "Jay?"
"Mm?" he hummed against her mouth just as he was about to take her in for another kiss.
"How do I look to you?"
He slid back a little to look her over a second time, tenderly smiling and answering at the same moment. "More than I've imagined." He'd thought of what her naked body would look like before! Her eyes pricked at the corners, but the tears didn't fall. Still, he was comfortable with himself, so she was, too. Like an untouchable deity.
"Didn't even think we'd come to this," Jason mumbled, slipping back to her, his knees and bumping against her hypersensitive, slippery sex which made her whimper once and swallow it, nerves and muscles twitching in delight. "But here we are, and I'm not afraid of anything."
~o~
Neither of them were virgins, so there was no worry about pain on her part.
It was said that passion and chemistry were everyone's need and want, but not necessary. It fizzled out with time, but did she and Jason really begin that way? No, they were acquaintances and then became something close to friends after he was horrifically abused by the man who was supposed to protect him. The man who thought more about himself than those he claimed to love.
They were both fiercely independent and ignored, shunned, and criticized by that same man because they both knew what the people of Gotham wanted more than he ever would. They were beloved more than his rich ass ever was. They were real while he was just a fantasy.
No, the passion just secretly developed over time, and it was years in the making. Nothing was taken for granted.
Their first night together was a labyrinth of indulgence and a primrose path towards - oh, my! His tongue everywhere, on my throat, the girls and in between them! She might have shrieked a little at the out-of-this-world feeling he was pouring into her without much effort, almost cried when he called her the equivalent of night flowers, and when his lips and tongue finished with her breasts and stomach, he now lapped at the seam beneath the honey-gold curls and moaned, the vibrations leaving his mouth and driving her wild. Her body took on a life of its own as her seam was parted, and Jason willed himself to call her a banquet of flowers, honey, and citrus all in one.
No one ever called her such devoted things and meant them.
Stephanie wasn't sure if she was calling his name aloud, moaning and sighing, or if it was all in her head. All she was aware was both of her hands latching onto his head, gliding her fingers through his hair and massaging the silky locks, finding the place of his snowy Lazarus stripe in the front, since by now, she knew more than enough about him.
Though as much as she wanted an orgasm, there was something she wanted more, so she made him cease his tongue work just as she felt herself approach the peak. "Stop. I want to try something else."
"What's that?" Jason lifted his face, her fluids glistening on his lips and streaking his chin in small rivers. The sight made her clit throb a couple of times.
Once Steph was telling him what she wanted, she wouldn't stop. Her primal self was unleashed when she killed her sperm donor and torturer, then tonight when she kicked Bruce where it hurt most, and now this. She became more dangerous than she ever was before and loved it. "I want to be on all fours, and you in me. You know exactly what you'll see from there." She winked at him playfully, the gushing below her getting thicker from the sight of the darkness spreading within his eyes.
And that's why people say "be careful what you wish for".
She got exactly what she wanted when she asked for him to flip her over a certain way, the blankets and sheets no longer in the way of it, so she was facing the foot of the bed and blanking out with the stars before her eyes. He got the banquet view of her rounded ass, loving it when it bounced with each thrust she gave into her mound from this position. Stephanie howled to the roof with him every time he would hit the spot she wanted. Time mattered not, becoming sweetly unlimited, and when it was all over and they were both covered with each other's bodily fluids, they passed out with her laying flat on her stomach, him half on top of her and the other half on the tussled mattress, oblivion taking them out to the sea of nothingness...
While husband and wife slept on to the morning light, the news was blowing up with more juicy headlines, gossip, theories, and rants, leaning towards them faster than the wildfire that blossomed over summer.
The "Set of 4 Sentiment Nature Canvases" from Midnight Velvet inspired the single big one in Jason and Stephanie's bedroom in their getaway.
God...thank "His Bride with Two Royal Secrets" for the revelation of Jason's exquisite nudity. NEVER gets old. (mouth watering and hot sweat)
Stephanie's daughter whom she had not with Tim, but a jerko ex (to my knowledge) - did she ever name her little girl before giving her up for adoption? :(
Plans for the future and could use the tips as always: Dick regaining his memories HOW, how the Batkids are kept out of the system of investigation, whether or not Batman should be revealed as Bruce Wayne one way or another, and most importantly, what dirty tricks the desperate Batasshole will use as one last resort and confrontation against Red Hood and Spoiler, and their allies and friends. It ain't gonna end well for someone...