[She knows he doesn't mean for it to sound sexual but it does and when she hears him swear under his breath she giggles and nods.]
Yup. In a big tangle of blankets, limbs and hair.
[Her heart skips a beat and she tries not to read too much into his comment about sleeping well but it's hard when this feels so nice and comforting for the both of them.]
Same. Guess we should have sleepovers more often.
[Which could be an open invitation for this to happen again, if he wants.]
[ at least she laughs at his awkwardness. he feels like such an idiot, but hey, it made her giggle, and it's such a sweet sound. it's hard to feel like shit after that. ]
Our hair tangled together, huh? That would be something.
[okay, so this is... a thing. they're still laying here together, arms around each other like this is normal. like this is okay. and then when she says that, like an open invitation for more of this, he realizes this isn't a fluke. she doesn't feel like this is a mistake.
she doesn't despise the thought of being close to him, and he knows it's his own insurmountable gilt that's keeping a distance between them, but... if she feels comforted by this and she's okay with it, maybe it can just be... okay.
now that he's gotten some sleep, he feels a little more level headed about it all. he still doesn't think he can forgive himself for any of it, not ever. but they're here now. ]
If it got tangled I don't know if either of us would ever be able to get free of it....
[She muses, smiling at the idea of her and Jason's hair weaving together into some sort of mass form. One that was opposites but the same, dark and light, male and female, short and long.]
Like this....
[She says, feeling her heart rate pick up another notch before she speaks again.]
[not that it really matters to him what he looks like. he doesn't look in mirrors anyway. he hates everything about what's looking back at him.
he nods slowly, about to give her an okay, because maybe if they slept like this every once in a while it would be okay. they could get some good sleep and... and... his mouth goes dry when she continues, and he shifts a little, moving an arm from around her so he can slowly push up on his elbow to look down at her.]
If you try to cut yours I'll slap the scissors out of you hand.
[She says with a chuckle, because there's no way she's going to let him cut those cute curls off. She likes them way too much. She feels him pause and has to bite at her bottom lip to keep herself from giggling again and when he pushes himself up and looks down at her she turns her face up to his, her eyes sparkling mischievously.]
Sleeping positions. I'm very comfortable like this but there's other positions we can sleep in and still stay close.
When he blinks in response she almost bursts out laughing because she doesn't think she's ever seen him looked so adorably shocked before, instead of laughing though she just smiles and tilts her head to one side coyly.]
If you'd rather sleep on your side we could try spooning.
he's also really relieved she does laugh, because then he'd just have to roll right out of bed and maybe keep rolling till he gets under it, and just fucking be done with human interactions, because this is stupid, and when the fuck did all of this get so hard?
right. when he died, came back from the dead and let himself be controlled by a fucking psychopath. ]
[she's so into cuddling up with him and nuzzling at him, even with everything they're talking about, and his stupid mishaps and misunderstandings. he's desperately trying to figure this out and not cross any lines here- but Dawn doesn't seem to be worried about that.
he used to be so much better at this. and then he wonders... was he really, though? was he ever good at this, or did he just claim to be?]
Wait, no. We can lay like that if you want to. I didn't realize you meant now. I wasn't sure what you meant at all, actually.
[She says, confirming the fact that she wouldn't mind if they slept like this again and hopefully closing the discussion because she's blushing too much now and doesn't want to try and explain what she had meant because that also means she will have to stop and think about why she was trying to flirt with him.]
How's your back feeling? Do you need me to get the ice?
[apparently there will be a next time, and he can't say that he isn't looking forward to that already. maybe it'll be less awkward then. he's just so wildly unsure how to act.
the change of subject is a relief either way. at least injuries are more of a familiar topic. he can roll with that.]
Feeling a little sore, but I think I can stretch it out. Maybe I'll put ice on afterwards. I probably just need to move around a little.
My yoga mat is still set up in the living room if you'd like to stretch out on it.
[She mentions, feeling a little sad that in order to do this he's going to have to get up and she'll lose her cuddle partner. He really is nice to snuggle up against....]
[he remembers watching her earlier and he feels kind of bad about it now. the last thing he needs to do is saying anything about it, though, especially not after the whole debacle they just had.]
[He shouldn't feel bad about it, if she had wanted privacy she would have gone up to the rooftop garden to do her stretches. She notices that he doesn't make any move to get up just yet and closes her eyes again, letting her body soak in as much of his warmth and comfort as she can.]
Are you feeling hungry again? I can reheat that pizza if you'd like.
[he notices that she doesn't move either, so he stays where he is, not wanting to push her off or anything. he hopes she doesn't feel as awkward as he does.]
[She doesn't feel awkward, just a little embarrassed by her failed attempt at flirting, but then again maybe that's just a good reminder that she shouldn't be doing that with him in the first place. He's younger than she is after all and he probably isn't interested in her like that, not that she wants him to be.... Does she?]
[ well. he did think she was flirting with him for a moment, but then she shot that down pretty quick, so whatever flirting she did after that, he has no clue. and then he admonished himself for even thinking for a moment that she'd want to do that with him. him of all people. as if he's not a murderer. as if he wasn't the one to kill Hank.
he's not sure what's going on anymore and he'd really just like to stretch himself out for a little bit. ]
Yeah.
[he says, but he almost feels like he should apologize for it, because she does sound sad, and he's not really sure why.]
[She gives him a small squeeze before finally pulling away, her mind scolding herself for dragging this out longer than she should have, and she rolls onto her back so she can look up at the ceiling. She feels confused and vaguely frustrated at herself but can't seem to pinpoint why.]
[ he's careful as he sits up- because of his back, but also because he's confused too, and she seems upset now. again, he's ready to apologize, but it feels hollow and he doesn't want to make things worse. she doesn't seem upset at him anyway. not when she squeezed him like that before moving away from him.
[She pulls herself up into a sitting position as well, pushing both of her hands through her hair to help reset herself.]
Yeah, I'm good. Just....
[Just what? Just thinking about how warm his skin was, how nice it felt being in his arms, how his reaction to her mentioning different positions made her heart skip and the area between her legs flush with heat?]
Just feeling a lot of things right now.
[Like sexual frustration? Her mind whispers and she bites her lip.]
Nothing bad, I promise. Just....lots of little things.
[ he furrows his eyebrows a little, but nods. feeling lots of things- he gets that. he gets it a lot. ]
Okay.
...sorry.
[either way, because he knows in some shape or form it does have to do with him, even if he can't put his finger on it.]
I'll give you some space to think.
[he climbs out of bed carefully, adjusting his shirt as he stands. he does one slow stretch of his arms up as he does so, glancing at her before he heads out of the room so he can go do some stretches on her yoga mat.]
[She opens her mouth to tell him that he doesn't have to apologize, that it isn't his fault, if anything it's hers. But then he's climbing out of bed and she can't help catching a peek of his skin before he adjusts his shirt, and she suddenly feels guilty all over again.]
Sure, I'll be out a in few moments to warm up the pizza.
[She tells him and once he leaves she falls back onto her back with a sigh.]
[ Jason's not really a stretching kind of person. he's never been good at keeping it slow, or breathing, or any of that shit. luckily neither Bruce or Dick ever made him do too much of it because getting him to do so was more trouble than it was worth to them. much like everything else having to do with Jason.
but at the time he was cool with that part, at least.
right now though, he feels like he could use it. he hesitates for a moment, then peels his t-shirt off so he can stretch and move a little, folding it and putting it next to the mat before he starts to do a few stretches he remembers, to try and even his sore body out. ]
[Dawn lays in bed for a long moment, trying to figure out what's going on in her head, not to mention her body. Her thoughts feel all over the place and she groans and rolls over into the spot where Jason had been laying and immediately she can smell his scent on the sheets, a subtle masculine smell that is both soothing and arousing to her.]
Fuck.
[She says and immediately sits back up, shoving the covers and thoughts away and forcing herself to get up. She's not figuring anything out, she's just laying around and confusing herself further so she decides that maybe doing some work in the kitchen will help, plus Jason's probably hungry by now.
She pushes her hair back again and heads out of the bedroom but when she passed by the living room she stops in her tracks.]
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Yup. In a big tangle of blankets, limbs and hair.
[Her heart skips a beat and she tries not to read too much into his comment about sleeping well but it's hard when this feels so nice and comforting for the both of them.]
Same. Guess we should have sleepovers more often.
[Which could be an open invitation for this to happen again, if he wants.]
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Our hair tangled together, huh? That would be something.
[okay, so this is... a thing. they're still laying here together, arms around each other like this is normal. like this is okay. and then when she says that, like an open invitation for more of this, he realizes this isn't a fluke. she doesn't feel like this is a mistake.
she doesn't despise the thought of being close to him, and he knows it's his own insurmountable gilt that's keeping a distance between them, but... if she feels comforted by this and she's okay with it, maybe it can just be... okay.
now that he's gotten some sleep, he feels a little more level headed about it all. he still doesn't think he can forgive himself for any of it, not ever. but they're here now. ]
Just like this?
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[She muses, smiling at the idea of her and Jason's hair weaving together into some sort of mass form. One that was opposites but the same, dark and light, male and female, short and long.]
Like this....
[She says, feeling her heart rate pick up another notch before she speaks again.]
...Or maybe in some other positions.
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[not that it really matters to him what he looks like. he doesn't look in mirrors anyway. he hates everything about what's looking back at him.
he nods slowly, about to give her an okay, because maybe if they slept like this every once in a while it would be okay. they could get some good sleep and... and... his mouth goes dry when she continues, and he shifts a little, moving an arm from around her so he can slowly push up on his elbow to look down at her.]
...What do you mean?
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[She says with a chuckle, because there's no way she's going to let him cut those cute curls off. She likes them way too much.
She feels him pause and has to bite at her bottom lip to keep herself from giggling again and when he pushes himself up and looks down at her she turns her face up to his, her eyes sparkling mischievously.]
Sleeping positions. I'm very comfortable like this but there's other positions we can sleep in and still stay close.
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[maybe he wants to hear it. he remembers a time when he couldn't keep them.
he just blinks at her response for a second, and then there's no way he can stop the heat from moving up his neck. fuck. ]
Oh. Yeah... I mean sure. Yeah, whatever you want.
[FUCK.]
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[She says before she can stop herself.
When he blinks in response she almost bursts out laughing because she doesn't think she's ever seen him looked so adorably shocked before, instead of laughing though she just smiles and tilts her head to one side coyly.]
If you'd rather sleep on your side we could try spooning.
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[he doesn't get it.
he's also really relieved she does laugh, because then he'd just have to roll right out of bed and maybe keep rolling till he gets under it, and just fucking be done with human interactions, because this is stupid, and when the fuck did all of this get so hard?
right. when he died, came back from the dead and let himself be controlled by a fucking psychopath. ]
I'm already sleeping on my side.
[you know. on account of all the bruising.]
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[She explains gently and then chuckles and nuzzles her face into his chest because somehow his too literal way of thinking is making her blush.]
I meant....like one of us could turn around and...you know what, it's okay. This is nice, let's just stay like this.
[Her cheeks feel hot and she feels silly for trying to flirt with him.]
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[she's so into cuddling up with him and nuzzling at him, even with everything they're talking about, and his stupid mishaps and misunderstandings. he's desperately trying to figure this out and not cross any lines here- but Dawn doesn't seem to be worried about that.
he used to be so much better at this. and then he wonders... was he really, though? was he ever good at this, or did he just claim to be?]
Wait, no. We can lay like that if you want to. I didn't realize you meant now. I wasn't sure what you meant at all, actually.
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[She says, confirming the fact that she wouldn't mind if they slept like this again and hopefully closing the discussion because she's blushing too much now and doesn't want to try and explain what she had meant because that also means she will have to stop and think about why she was trying to flirt with him.]
How's your back feeling? Do you need me to get the ice?
[She asks instead.]
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[apparently there will be a next time, and he can't say that he isn't looking forward to that already. maybe it'll be less awkward then. he's just so wildly unsure how to act.
the change of subject is a relief either way. at least injuries are more of a familiar topic. he can roll with that.]
Feeling a little sore, but I think I can stretch it out. Maybe I'll put ice on afterwards. I probably just need to move around a little.
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[She mentions, feeling a little sad that in order to do this he's going to have to get up and she'll lose her cuddle partner. He really is nice to snuggle up against....]
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[he remembers watching her earlier and he feels kind of bad about it now. the last thing he needs to do is saying anything about it, though, especially not after the whole debacle they just had.]
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Are you feeling hungry again? I can reheat that pizza if you'd like.
[She murmurs against his chest.]
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[he notices that she doesn't move either, so he stays where he is, not wanting to push her off or anything. he hopes she doesn't feel as awkward as he does.]
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Does she?]
Guess that means we should get up then, hrm?
[She says, her tone a little sad.]
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he's not sure what's going on anymore and he'd really just like to stretch himself out for a little bit. ]
Yeah.
[he says, but he almost feels like he should apologize for it, because she does sound sad, and he's not really sure why.]
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maybe it's the awkwardness of the situation.
so instead of apologizing he asks: ]
Are you okay?
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Yeah, I'm good. Just....
[Just what? Just thinking about how warm his skin was, how nice it felt being in his arms, how his reaction to her mentioning different positions made her heart skip and the area between her legs flush with heat?]
Just feeling a lot of things right now.
[Like sexual frustration? Her mind whispers and she bites her lip.]
Nothing bad, I promise. Just....lots of little things.
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Okay.
...sorry.
[either way, because he knows in some shape or form it does have to do with him, even if he can't put his finger on it.]
I'll give you some space to think.
[he climbs out of bed carefully, adjusting his shirt as he stands. he does one slow stretch of his arms up as he does so, glancing at her before he heads out of the room so he can go do some stretches on her yoga mat.]
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Sure, I'll be out a in few moments to warm up the pizza.
[She tells him and once he leaves she falls back onto her back with a sigh.]
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but at the time he was cool with that part, at least.
right now though, he feels like he could use it. he hesitates for a moment, then peels his t-shirt off so he can stretch and move a little, folding it and putting it next to the mat before he starts to do a few stretches he remembers, to try and even his sore body out. ]
hehehe poor Dawn....
Fuck.
[She says and immediately sits back up, shoving the covers and thoughts away and forcing herself to get up. She's not figuring anything out, she's just laying around and confusing herself further so she decides that maybe doing some work in the kitchen will help, plus Jason's probably hungry by now.
She pushes her hair back again and heads out of the bedroom but when she passed by the living room she stops in her tracks.]
SORRY DAWN. sorry not sorry lmao. here have another one while he internally monologues lol
Bwhaha I love it! XD
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ooc: figured we would skip ahead a little to the next morning
sorry Dawn ;_;
ohhh nooooo!
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