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[The sudden feeling of his lips on her skin is like feeling a jolt of electricity, it starts from the spots he is kissing and goes down her spine to the area between her legs and she utters a small half moan, half gasp and moves forward.

She sweeps the bottles of water off the bed, they land on the floor with a thump and spill their left over contents on the ground but she doesn't notice. She's too busy crawling on top of Jason, straddling him as she uses the hand against his face to pull him towards her neck, desperate to feel his soft lips against more of her skin.]

[ it all happens so fast after that, like a spark of electricity burning through both of them, setting them on fire. she's on top of him before he even knows what to do, and when she straddles his hips, he's gone.

his hand moves to grasp her hip as she guides him to her neck, and he kisses her there, soft and heated, all the way to her ear before he breathes out, then continues along her jaw.

he's so hard, that moan of hers getting him there, and his hips rock up into hers where she's straddling him, a soft moan escaping him as well. ]

[He feels so good, so welcoming and eager and her body leans into every single touch as if it were starving which in a way it has been. The intimacy between her and Hank has been different and somewhat lacking since arriving at the Tower and she realizes it's been a long time since she's felt truly desired or wanted.

And it's obvious that he wants her, she can feel that in the way he kisses her neck, the way he rocks up against her and the hardness she feels makes her moan and she tilts her head down to finally capture his lips in a kiss.]

[ the hand at her hip slides up and down, his other moving to her hair, pushing it through her long strands as he had been wanting to do but told himself he couldn't. she feels incredible under her fingers, on top of him, pressing him down.

oh he wants her. he wants her so much, and when she kisses him, it feels like his heart is going to beat out of his chest. her lips are soft and needy, and he kisses her back with all the want and neediness of his own, everything he's been holding back for weeks now.

there's an ache inside of him where her hips are pressed against his cock, and it's so fucking wonderful, he wants more of it. ]

[His lips are incredibly soft and tender and she thinks back to their earlier conversation about the different ways he claimed he could use his mouth and his fingers and she shudders from the realization that she can find out for sure about that claim.

She kisses him back harder, and deeper, digging her hand back into his hair as she opens her mouth and slides her tongue into his.]

[ he can't help that there's an urgency to his kiss once she deepens it, like he knows it's now or never and he wants to be able to taste every last bit of her. so when her tongue pushes into his mouth, he pushes back, deepening the kiss as much as he can.

she tastes incredible, and he's dizzy with it, his hands moving to her back, sliding up along her soft sweater and then one sneaks under her sweater to touch her skin. it pulls a moan from him, deeper than he's ever felt before. it's never been quite like this. ]

[The urgency in which he deepens the kiss sends another shiver down her spine and she responds by opening her mouth more and pushing her tongue against his feverishly, keeping her one hand in his hair while the other goes around his neck, using it has leverage to help rock her hips down against his more.]

Jason...

[She breathes against his lips when she finally has to break the kiss, her heart pounding and her whole body feeling alive with yearning.]

[ he likes her hand in his hair. he likes it a lot, and maybe that's what did it. well that, and that fact that he likes her so fucking much, and he'd do anything to make her feel good.

she rocks her hips down and he meets her half way as he rolls his hips up, so hard and leaking in his pants by now.

but then she says his name, and it rings out against their quiet, needy sounds. even just a whisper of it and he pulls back to takes a breath, looking at her.]

Dawn...

[ he should stop, they should stop. he's not like this and he never has been, but holy fuck he wants more. and so he leans his head up, ready to kiss her again if she wants to. he rolls his hips more and more, hands splayed out and sliding up her back, under her shirt, bringing her closer again. ]

[When he rolls his hips up, grinding his hardness against her, she moans and feels herself start to grow wet and flushed. Her body wants him, badly, and when he pulls back to look at her she does the same. Looking into his eyes and seeing every ounce of his desire and longing.]

I...

[She starts to say but it gets lost when he leans his head up, his lips brushing hers and she gives in again, kissing him hard as she rocks against him. The hand in his hair tugging a little as she tries to get closer to him. He feels so good and intoxicatingly new and already she can feel how nice their bodies fit together.]

[ fuck, he can feel her heat so intensely. it's all around him, pulling him in. he wants her so goddamn badly, and when he sees that in her eyes as well, it's hard to do anything else but give into it.

he should stop. she should stop. but then she's kissing him hard again and he moans into it, but he hesitates when his fingers slide up to the clasp of her bra. they're still at this point when they can pull back, aren't they? but he keeps kissing her despite it all. ]

[He tastes so sweet and she plunges her tongue into his mouth like a bee tasting nectar, his moan getting lost against her lips. She feels his fingers slide up to her bra and she sighs, tugging at his hair again and nodding eagerly. She wants to feel his hands on all of her skin and she's about to pull off her sweater when there's a sudden knock on Jason's door.]

Jason? You up?

Dawn freezes, her eyes going wide when she hears Dick's voice. She pulls back, looking at Jason.

I was gonna do some training, wanna join?

[ fuck, her touch feels like fire on his skin. her kiss is so enveloping, pulling him in deep. when she nods, he unhooks her bra, and then there's that knock, freezing him up in an instant as their kiss breaks.

at least he doesn't try to scramble away cause that would be so fucking immature. but he's tense enough as it is, breathing heavily when he hears Dick's voice filtering through his door. did they lock it? fuck he doesn't remember if he locked it. probably not because he didn't want her to feel weird about being in here with him.

fuck.

if he doesn't answer, Dick might be nosy and try to pop his head in, so he tries to steady his voice. ]

Not right now, Dickhead. I'm fucking busy!

[Dawn has the same sudden worry, is Dick going to open the door? If he does is she fast enough to dive to the ground and roll under Jason's bed?

She pulls back even more, almost readying herself for such a move when Jason responds and she has to bite her lip in an effort to not burst into laughter.

There's a pause and she hears Dick sigh, probably trying to keep himself from sounding frustrated at Jason.]

Okay, sure. Sorry, I'll be in the training room if you change your mind.

[his heart is thudding hard in his chest. does Dick have to be so slow about getting the fuck out of here?

Dawn looks about ready to bolt, but also amused and he's glad she's feeling that way, because suddenly this feels like the biggest fuck up he's ever created. holy shit. Dick gives up easily, which is at least something Jason's used to when it comes to him, but for once he's grateful for it.]

Yeah whatever, bye.

[it's rude and he knows it, but he needs to take care of it, and when Dick finally heads off, Jason lets out a relieved breath and flops his tense shoulders back on the bed, fingers dragging harshly through his hair.]

Fuck.

[Jason's reply is so rude and yet so utterly Jason that she's pretty sure that Dick won't find it suspicious, which is a good thing, it means they managed to avoid getting caught this time.

This time??
She stops herself from thinking too much about that train of thought and instead let's out a long shakey breath.]

Jesus I thought I was going to have a heart attack....

[She admits softly, but whether she means that in regards to Dick walking in or Jason touching her it isn't clear.]

[he doesn't assume she means him touching her and kissing her would give her a heart attack, because that would be a poor choice of words... but now that they've parted, the guilt starts setting in, and he can't fucking believe they're doing this. They did this.

when he's done pulling his hair out he pushes up on his elbows, figuring she'll probably move off if him, get her stuff and bolt. now it feels awkward. everything feels awkward and somehow he's still fucking hard.

he tries to shift a little so he isn't weirdly pressing up against her. ]

I'm sorry.

[Dawn's own guilt is setting in pretty fast as well but she's still also very aware of every bit of his body, part of her savoring the feeling of his hardness for one last moment before he shifts away.

She knows she should get off him but she finds it hard to break that connection, especially when she can see the look in his eyes and the fact that he immediately starts apologizing.]

Jason, no. I'm the one who should apologize.

[his lips feel wonderfully swollen, and his body is still tingling from head to toe. he wishes his body would cooperate with his brain, but Dawn is still on top of him and it's hard for anything of his to settle down.

he looks at her, eyebrows furrowing for a moment before he looks away.]

No... you shouldn't. Cause I don't wanna stop, and that's fucked up.

[His words send a little thrill through her body, they shouldn't, but they do, and she has to fight with herself to not just start rocking against him again.]

No.

[She sighs, reaching up behind her shirt and doing back up her bra before rolling off him.]

What's fucked is I know exactly how you feel.

[She admits, landing next to him on her side with a fwump.]

[it feels gutrenchingly terrible when she moves off of him, and he suddenly feels incredibly embarrassed along with that guilt. what the fuck is wrong with him?

he pushes himself to sit up all the way, then moves so his legs hang off the bed, his back to her as he presses the heels of his palms into his eyes, willing himself to calm down and the ache in his pants to go away.]

Fuck...fuck. You were hurting and I was just here to be your fucking friend and I'm such a goddamn asshole. Fuck.

Jason....

[She says and sits up as well, curling her long legs up to one side and reaching out to touch his back gently.]

You're not an asshole. I am. I'm the one who climbed on top of you.
I'm in the wrong here, not you.

[ in the wrong here. it sounds so shitty. so fucked up, like he's a mistake. like all of this is, and yeah.... it is. he fucked up and yeah okay, maybe she did too- but he should have stopped her. he could have, but he wanted her so badly. he still does.

her hand against his back feels like fire, and yet he doesn't flinch away. he isn't going to let her think this is her fault, though. ]

I didn't stop you. I fucking should have, but I didn't. I'm not... Hank. You're with Hank.

[and he's nothing in this, he never will be. it's so fucked up that he put himself in the middle of this.]

[Her insides feel tight and knotted up and she feels like the world's worst human being because what is she doing?! She's cheating on her partner of three and a half years with a guy who is about ten years younger than she is and who is someone she thought she just wanted as a friend.]

Jason, no. None of this is on you, okay? You told me that you liked me and then I proceed to.....

[She sighs and runs both her hands through her hair.]

I took advantage of you. And I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for it to happen but you feel...

[She inhales sharply and gets up off his bed.]

Fuck.

[ Jason shakes his head, and when he finally feels like he can stand up without an embarrassing boner, he does, crossing his arms in front of himself. they're both putting space between each other now, and he hates it. he hates how close to her he still wants to be. ]

I feel what?

[why is he even asking? it's not like it matters. whatever he feels like, he's not Hank and he knows she'll never be with him.]

Look, we can just... we can just forget this. Nothing happened, ok? We both just fucked up and you don't have to say shit about it. I'm not gonna say anything to anyone.

[She can feel that space between them and it feels awful and yet it feels like the only option because if she gets close to him again she'll want to touch him, hold him.]

You feel good.

[She says softly, her arms wrapping around herself under her breasts.
Nothing happened.
She wants to agree but she knows that's wrong, if it was nothing she wouldn't feel so awful, so mixed up and confused.]

.....if we do that do you want me to leave you alone?

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