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I want to feel that. Your kiss without restraint. Your hands telling me the truth your mouth already confessed. And if you meant every word, Jason... then what are you still doing there? Because I want you here. That's not a secret. And right now, I wish to be consumed by you.

i definitely mean it, kori. i want you bad. i want to taste your lips, and your skin, and between your legs, too, and see just how much you taste like sunshine
you at your apartment? the tower?

I'm at my apartment. The door is unlocked.

Come show me how much you crave me. I am ready to be tasted.

then don't make plans, princess. i'm gonna fill up your whole night

[ and, if he has his way, more than that too.

making his way to her apartment is the first step in that. luckily, it's not too far from the bar - and luckily, he's at "just tipsy enough to risky text your superhero teammate" drunk and not "going to actually embarrass himself" drunk. the cool night air helps him to sober up on the short walk a little more, so he's feeling clear headed when he arrives at the front door, with that steady, throbbing heat inside of him.

he doesn't hesitate to open the door, which is as unlocked as promised, sliding off his leather jacket and letting it just drop in the entryway as he moves inside. ]

Where are you hiding, Starshine?

I am very much looking forward to it.

( kory is ready, but there is a delicious kind of tension in the waiting. even the air itself feels like it's holding its breath, and so is she. though her blood sings with movement, she remains still; her skin already awake with the memory of hands that haven't touched her yet. the robe she wears, deep purple and sheer, is more ceremony than clothing. she could have been naked, fully, but this feels like invitation. like yes, but only if you're ready to see me, and she wants to be seen.

tonight, there is something more than heat curling in her chest. jason. he is fire, too, but wild. sometimes so close to burning himself out. even when he tried to turn that flame into distance, or pain, kory saw him. something in her never quite looked away. maybe that's what this was about: touch but also recognition.

the door creaks, alerting her before the gruff of his voice reaches her. she doesn't rush, making herself known in slow strides, stopping to stand in the center of the living room where the sheer fabric of her robe makes it all the more obvious: she's wearing nothing underneath. just the warm glow of her skin beneath, golden and radiant, exposed only when the fabric slips off her shoulder. kory's face lights up instantly with a smile. )

Hi, handsome. You found me. ( she takes a moment to sweep her gaze over jason, drinking up the sight of him. ) I thought if I waited for you like this, you'd understand. I don't want anything in the way. Not buttons. Not caution. Just us.

( kory takes a step forward. her eyes are wide and alight with certainty. hunger. a longing to feel him, not just to have. )

Will you come closer? Or would you like to watch a little longer?

[ that's one of the wonderful things about her. it's not just her looks that has him going crazy, though that of course certainly helps. it's how unrelentingly bright she is. she's nothing like gotham, nothing like him, and especially not after the everything that's happened to him. she's light, and warmth, the embrace of the sun, and she won't let him keep holding her at arm's length. he tries, like he does with everyone, but kory is always just there, ready to bathe him in her glow.

she's too much. and she's everything.

she's right, too. that the gauzy purple robe almost makes her look more naked beneath it than if she was wearing nothing at all. he was in his full civilian garb, no mask, so there's nothing to hide the way he looks at her, raw and hungry and boiling over with desire for her, and he doesn't even try. ]

Kory, I could stare at you for hours. [ he crosses the room quickly, though. his hands come up to cup her face, holding her in place - and he does just linger a moment, stormy eyes meeting unflinching green, the most beautiful color he can imagine in this moment. ] But I need more.

[ and then he's kissing her. he can't hold back any longer, not this time, not when he can feel the warmth of her underneath his fingers, not when he knows that she wants him at least close to as badly as he wants her. nothing else matters. they'll figure out the after, after.

he's always been good at being impulsive, at least. ]

( jason has always seen her beneath the glow. he talks to her like she's real. like she can burn and still be held. the distinction matters. just like now, the way he crosses the room without delay and touches her. kisses her. that desire is raw and it tells her he wasn't afraid of how much he wants her. kory emits a pleased hum when their lips meet, greeting him with matched enthusiasm. her hands instantly fall to the hem of his shirt to hike it up his body, parting from the kiss only long enough to help slip it off nd cast the shirt aside.

when their lips meet again, it's with greater intensity, and just like that the world narrows to heat and contact and the helpless pull between them. her hands wander to his belt and unfasten it in a single practiced motion. she starts on his pants but leaves jason to take over in favor of coasting her palms up the chiseled terrain of his bare chest. that desperately needed skin-to-skin contact she's been craving. they leave a trail of temperate heat in their wake, coming up to meet on either side of his face.

her thumb grazes his jaw, and the kiss starts to slow to a pause only so she could breathlessly profess to him. ) I've thought about this... about you... so many times. ( kory presses her lips to his again in a quick kiss. ) Don't be gentle if you don't want to. I want all of you, just as you are.

[ it's hard to be afraid of much, after you've already died. that's what he tells himself, anyway, even if it isn't always true. he'd been afraid of crossing a line. afraid of ruining one of the few good partnerships in his life that works. kory is bright, and beautiful, and flirts as easily as breathing, and sometimes it's hard to tell if she's actually interested or if she's just being her.

but if she wants this? no, he's not going to hold back. he's going to reach out with both hands and take it.

so is she, clearly. he shouldn't be surprised that she pushes at his shirt so quickly, that she moves like she can't get his clothes off fast enough. she's always been a woman guided by her passions, and he's glad, in this moment, to be one of them. he throws his shirt away, and when she tugs open his belt, drops his hands to finish opening up his pants and start shoving them down his legs. why waste time? they both need this. no more holding back. ]

And I want you. [ he nips at her bottom lip, his hands returning to her body and tugging open the robe so that he can reach inside of it. run his hands across her waist, down to grab her hips and pull her closer, then one sliding up to grab a possessive handful of breast. ] I want to fuck you like you need it. Like you deserve it.

Yes... ha! ( the touch around her waist briefly tickles, and she jolts, laughing against his lips. her body bends to him like a plant to sunlight, helpless to resist the pull, following the heat of his attention with aching need. her nipples stiffen as his palm encloses around her breast, drawing a soft gasp from her throat. jason tugs at her robe and it barely hangs on, slipping from her shoulders and stopping where her arms bend at the elbow. kory keeps his face gathered in her hands, kissing him long and deep, hungry and desperate for the taste of his mouth, which carries small traces of alcohol.

kory is too lost in the passion of the moment to stop and question if the bottle gave him courage or just the excuse. she chooses to believe this moment is driven by desire and not something blurred by the drink. kory kisses jason harder, one hand breaking away to skate down his beautiful body, reveling in how good he felt in her hands.

she breaks from the kiss, mouth hovering barely an inch away, eyes searching his under heavy lashes. )

Then do it, my fierce one. Touch me like I belong to your hands. Fuck me like you mean to ruin me for anyone else.

( and kory means that, further inspiring him by slipping her hand between his legs to squeeze his cock earnestly. she wants this. she wants jason. furthermore, she wants him so hard he's throbbing in her grip, so she starts stroking him, teasingly slow at first, and leaves a trail of kisses from the corner of his mouth to just beneath his ear. ) Here, or the bedroom? I am good with either. Just take me.

[ if she asked, he'd be happy to set her mind at ease. that this is something that he's been thinking about for entirely too long. considering. wanting. talking himself out of. which he now wants to kick his own ass for doing, because the fact that he could have had this so much longer, and he just didn't? yeah, that feels almost like a crime.

so he'll make up for lost time. by appreciating every glorious inch of her, for starters. ]

Goddamn, Kory, that's just what I want to do.

[ she doesn't need to encourage him, really, though he does let out a low groan when she reaches between his legs. her touch is warm and steady, making him ache for her, and her turns to catch her lips for a moment, biting at her, just to pay her back a little for her teasing. (like he doesn't enjoy it.)

she asks a damn good question, too. it's hard to decide, when all he wants to do is feel her. but a thought surges to the front of his mind that he can't quite shake. ]

Bedroom. I want to be able to worship every inch of you. I want to take my time. [ now it's his turn to purr directly into her ear. ] When I make you mine.

( her breath hitches; there's an ache that his words unlock in her. jason speaks of worship. devotion. the kind that will honor both her body and the fire that burns within her. and she deeply wishes to experience that. trust has been carved into their alliance long ago, making this all the more easier for her to lose herself in. to relinquish any hesitation.

she releases his cock in favor of threading their fingers together. there's a softness at the corners of her mouth as though she were caught in mid-laugh, or mid-memory. )

Then come. I want to feel what your devotion truly means.

( kory guides him by walking backwards, not wanting her eyes to leave him for a second. moving with all the grace of moonlight over still water; the luminous glow that surges through her body and in her gaze—one that hungrily searches him as they cross the threshold of the bedroom. to make certain he still wants this, still wants her. that she wasn't missing some cue that tells her to wait. as far as she tell, there wasn't, and jason is opening himself completely to her.

kory stops at the foot of her bed and draws him near once more out of need to kiss him again. not a long kiss but one that was almost possessive in nature. a testimony to him that she was ready to be taken. her warmth will momentarily slip away as she crawls onto the bed. and she lay back, welcoming jason with open arms, and open legs that part with luring invitation for him to slide in between. )

Now show me. Show me what it means to be yours.

[ he lets her guide him, and he certainly doesn't take his eyes off of her, either. off of her glowing green eyes, the burnished copper of her skin, the impossible allure of her curves and her lips and her everything. his blood is running hot, hotter than he can remember, and for a reckless adrenaline junkie like him, that's not saying nothing.

then they're at her bed, and he kisses her back, just as hungry, just as animal, until she draws away. crawls onto the bed and shows herself off to him, legs parting, such a clear invitation. ]

Oh, so gladly, Kory.

[ though he does pause, tossing off his boots and sliding his jeans down and off, so that he's very nearly naked when he moves onto the bed. his hands slide up her legs, squeezing firmly at her thighs - relishing in the silken texture of her skin, and the core of muscle he can feel beneath. one of the things that's always appealed to him about her, after all, is just how damn strong she is, a walking solar flare, all power and brightness and still so kind and sweet besides.

his head dips, pressing a few kisses to her stomach, nuzzling into her. his tongue drags across her skin, up her belly, and he holds her thighs open as he makes his way up level with her breasts to let his mouth wander there, too. he wants all of her, and he meant it. ]

How are you so fucking perfect?

I am not perfect, dear one. But I am glad you see me like this. Especially when I am looking at you the same way.

( jason's pain doesn't mar him, it shapes him, and it's in that ability to be both battle-hardened and tender with her that kory finds such perfection. the way he doesn't shrink away from her intensity. he chooses to plunge into the thick of it, accepting her with all her strength and emotions and otherness.

her radiant gaze tracks every place that jason's lips touch, muscles twitching and rippling with want after every pass. her breath hitches when he drags his tongue across her hot skin, and her hips lift ever so subtly. she bites her lip, watching as he traces his way up to her breasts, where her nipples have hardened in wait. bracing with anticipation when he starts planting his mouth teasingly close, eager for the warm moisture of his mouth to envelop them.

kory's head tilts back into the pillow, hands finding purchase in jason's dark tresses, her legs rising to wrap around him. a honeyed moan spills from her lips. )

Oh, Jason... your mouth feels as good as I imagined it would on my skin.

[ honestly, he's not sure that he believes that. that she's anything short of perfect, or that he's anything close. but the way she looks at him, speaks to him, it makes him feel like his scars are a lot less meaningful. and that's something.

she's intoxicating, all of her is. the noises that she starts to make, the heat and smoothness of her skin, the deliberate canting of her hips. a part of him wants to do nothing more than to slide back down, part her thighs and sate himself on the taste of her, on that glistening wetness. but he can see the way her back arches, too, her breasts pressed up, and who would he be to ignore that offer?

she won't have to wait long. his lips draw in one stiff, eager nipple, and he sucks her slowly. groans against her skin just from how she tastes, curling his tongue around that nub and stroking it, teasing it.

but as he does, his hand slides down her body again. strokes across her stomach and then between her legs, his fingers tracing her lips, feeling that sticky heat start to cling to his skin already. and he aches. because he needs so much more of her, as much as he can take. ]

Ah... X'Hal...

( her breathing quickens; the sensation of two separate points on her body being stimulated at once sends a scorching hot wave of arousal to course through her body. kory jolts, hips bucking at the presence of his fingers tracing her pussy lips, chasing a soft whimper out of her. she starts to writhe beneath him, urging his fingers to slip past her folds, to find the other sensitive nub that was equally swollen in wait for him. )

Please, Jason. Do not leave me in ache for too long. I need to feel you within me. Any part of you. Your fingers, your tongue, your cock.

( she's even warmer now; her eyes glow a hint brighter, saturated with mounting lust. her hips roll up to further coat his fingers in her sticky cream, urging him with the evidence of what he does to her. kory combs her fingers through jason's hair and presses as much of herself as she can to him, each noise leaving her lips indicative of the pleasure he's giving her already, encouraging him to do as he desires to her. )

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