[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.]
SORRY DAWN. sorry not sorry lmao. here have another one while he internally monologues lol
[ it hurts when he stretches, especially cause he's been laying around for a while- but it also feels good. his body has been taking a beating for a while now. not just with this truck incident, but back in Gotham too. with Crane, the drugs, Nightwing. The Joker.
it's strange how he hasn't felt like he's been connected to his body since Crane brought him back. it makes sense, but it's still weird. maybe that's why he was more susceptible to the drugs and to all the shit being whispered into his ear. it's hard to maintain yourself when your vessel no longer feels like your own.
and he's always been detached from himself in a way. he's always hated himself in so many ways. Robin over Jason till the bitter end. but now this is all he's left with.
so he takes a moment to just try to feel himself out as he stretches and slowly moves his body in different ways. it hurts, but it's a good kind of pain. it helps him feel a little more connected again.
when he's on the mat, legs stretched out, he turns his body to reach behind him in a stretch and he sees Dawn there, watching him. a lot like he was watching her before. ]
[The image of Jason, shirtless and stretching in her living room, makes her stop in her tracks and stare. His movements are slow and cautious, as if he is re-learning what it's like to move in his own skin.
And speaking of skin, she inhales softly as her eyes slide over every inch of exposed skin like water. He's definitely bigger than he used to be, more muscular and tightly toned. And when he stretches, the muscles in his back and arms flexing, she feels a pulse of arousal go through her.
It's of course that moment that he turns and catches her watching him, their eyes meeting and her face going a bright red.]
and now she's blushing and running off and Jason quickly gets up before he can really think twice, grabbing his shirt and tugging it on with a small wince.
maybe he shouldn't, but he follows her into the kitchen, eyebrows drawn together as he approaches. ]
Hey... it's okay. I was watching you earlier too.
[he says, and then realizes how that sounds and scowls at himslef.]
I mean. Fuck. Not in a creepy way. Just. You were out there doing the same kinda thing and. What I'm trying to say is it's cool, and I'm sorry. And I'm not even fucking sure what I'm apologizing for anymore, you just seem upset.
[Once she's in the kitchen she realizes that she's kind of trapped in there and by the time she thinks about quickly leaving he's already there, looking apologetic and concerned which just makes her blush more because here he is being so mindful of her feelings and all she can do is notice how his shirt is still partially rucked up.]
I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt or stare I...
[She starts to say when he comes in, moving towards the fridge as if she is going to get out the pizza when really she just wans to try and hide her blushing face in the fridge but then pauses when he admits to watching her earlier.]
You were?
[She asks and then shakes her head, a lock of her pale hair falling across her face.]
You don't have to apologize because you didn't do anything wrong and I'm not upset I'm just....embarrassed.
You didn't interrupt. You ran off so quick, I didn't have a chance to say anything.
[he eyes her, then shifts his gaze away, dragging his fingers through his hair.]
Yeah, I was. You were so relaxing to watch. So graceful. But what I'm saying is you don't have to apologize, I did the same thing.
[and he's embarrassed too. he wonders if he should have just kept all of that to himself, but he really doesn't want her to feel bad.]
You weren't. It's okay. I feel like I'm the one who made you uncomfortable though and I don't wanna do that. I don't want to, and I keep fucking doing it.
[there's something about the way she steps closer to him, the tone in her voice. there's something here that he's not picking up on at first. how could he possibly?
but then she mentions being in bed with him as she reaches out to touch him and he feels... fuck, he feels like he's starting to get it now.
that last part about him being an attractive, shirtless man is what really does him in though, and his mouth fall open as he blinks at her because she can't possibly. can she?]
What are you saying? That you're... that I'm... what?
[Fuck fuck fuck. She's making things worse and he looks so confused and shocked that it makes her feel even worse. She's supposed to be helping him and she's just fucking it all up and possibly hurting him.]
I....fuck, Jason I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that.
[She sighs and rakes a hand through her hair as she tries to think of a way to fix this situation. In the end she just goes with what they've been doing this whole time, she's honest with him.]
I'm saying you're attractive. And I noticed that and it....made me blush and get embarrassed because I probably shouldn't be noticing something like that about a friend.
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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
it's strange how he hasn't felt like he's been connected to his body since Crane brought him back. it makes sense, but it's still weird. maybe that's why he was more susceptible to the drugs and to all the shit being whispered into his ear. it's hard to maintain yourself when your vessel no longer feels like your own.
and he's always been detached from himself in a way. he's always hated himself in so many ways. Robin over Jason till the bitter end. but now this is all he's left with.
so he takes a moment to just try to feel himself out as he stretches and slowly moves his body in different ways. it hurts, but it's a good kind of pain. it helps him feel a little more connected again.
when he's on the mat, legs stretched out, he turns his body to reach behind him in a stretch and he sees Dawn there, watching him. a lot like he was watching her before. ]
Bwhaha I love it! XD
And speaking of skin, she inhales softly as her eyes slide over every inch of exposed skin like water. He's definitely bigger than he used to be, more muscular and tightly toned. And when he stretches, the muscles in his back and arms flexing, she feels a pulse of arousal go through her.
It's of course that moment that he turns and catches her watching him, their eyes meeting and her face going a bright red.]
Sorry!
[She breathes and hurries into the kitchen.]
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she's standing there watching him.
and now she's blushing and running off and Jason quickly gets up before he can really think twice, grabbing his shirt and tugging it on with a small wince.
maybe he shouldn't, but he follows her into the kitchen, eyebrows drawn together as he approaches. ]
Hey... it's okay. I was watching you earlier too.
[he says, and then realizes how that sounds and scowls at himslef.]
I mean. Fuck. Not in a creepy way. Just. You were out there doing the same kinda thing and. What I'm trying to say is it's cool, and I'm sorry. And I'm not even fucking sure what I'm apologizing for anymore, you just seem upset.
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I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt or stare I...
[She starts to say when he comes in, moving towards the fridge as if she is going to get out the pizza when really she just wans to try and hide her blushing face in the fridge but then pauses when he admits to watching her earlier.]
You were?
[She asks and then shakes her head, a lock of her pale hair falling across her face.]
You don't have to apologize because you didn't do anything wrong and I'm not upset I'm just....embarrassed.
[She finally admits.]
I didn't mean to watch you like a creeper.
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[he eyes her, then shifts his gaze away, dragging his fingers through his hair.]
Yeah, I was. You were so relaxing to watch. So graceful. But what I'm saying is you don't have to apologize, I did the same thing.
[and he's embarrassed too. he wonders if he should have just kept all of that to himself, but he really doesn't want her to feel bad.]
You weren't. It's okay. I feel like I'm the one who made you uncomfortable though and I don't wanna do that. I don't want to, and I keep fucking doing it.
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[She says and closes the fridge door so that it's no longer between them and takes a step closer to him.]
You make me feel quite the opposite actually. Being in bed with you felt comfortable and nice and....
[She reaches up to brush back one of his curls.]
And it's just surprising in a way because we haven't known each other for very long.
[Her eyes meet his briefly and then she clears her throat, her cheeks going pink again.]
I uh...also haven't been around an attractive shirtless man in a while so....
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but then she mentions being in bed with him as she reaches out to touch him and he feels... fuck, he feels like he's starting to get it now.
that last part about him being an attractive, shirtless man is what really does him in though, and his mouth fall open as he blinks at her because she can't possibly. can she?]
What are you saying? That you're... that I'm... what?
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I....fuck, Jason I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that.
[She sighs and rakes a hand through her hair as she tries to think of a way to fix this situation. In the end she just goes with what they've been doing this whole time, she's honest with him.]
I'm saying you're attractive. And I noticed that and it....made me blush and get embarrassed because I probably shouldn't be noticing something like that about a friend.
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ooc: figured we would skip ahead a little to the next morning
sorry Dawn ;_;
ohhh nooooo!
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