oh, kiss so sweet so fine
normalcy with jason todd
Sunday afternoon in late May. The late spring’s last remnants were still hanging on despite the unwavering heat that drastically hit Gotham last week. Music playing on the background, you were caught up finishing your remaining chores reminiscing about when Jason arrived in the morning after along, long night patrol that overextended until the early morning. He came to your apartment right after finishing up, falling dead asleep as soon as his head hit your mattress.
In an attempt not to wake him up when you needed to move, you replaced your body with a pillow he accepted after grumbling some nonsense just for the sake of it. As much as you desired to stay next to him for a little while, duty called and you needed to finish up everything to keep on track of your daily tasks. However, you did not forget to press your lips to his forehead, the first of the many kisses that followed during the day.
Laundry, removing dust, meal prepping, boring tasks that you typically reserved for the most boring day, now dreaded because of the company in your apartment. That’s how you spent your morning, leaving your boyfriend to get the rest he deserved as he did with you when things got too heavy and you needed sleep as much as air.
He woke up at noon, right on time to watch you prepare your meals from the doorway, silently watching, trying not to break the spell of normalcy. You were just cooking, humming a song that got stuck inside your head from listening to it every day (something probably sad, probably adrienne lenker he had come to know), when Jason made his presence known as he wrapped his arms around your middle, pulling you impossibly closer to him.
Gear off replaced by sweats he kept in your room, he somehow had woken up shirtless (probably because of the heat, you quickly thought), bare torso as warm as the laundry still in your living room, waiting to be folded. Strong arms engulfed your waist, hands wandering softly around the area as if he was trying to explore your chest, without a hint of lust in the action. His head rested against your shoulder, hair ticking your skin, breath swooshing your hair as you stirred the pot.
Jason grumbled something about remembering falling asleep with his girl, not a pillow, and the affection not very well hidden in the tone in which he said “my girl” made you try to hide a dumb lovesick smile plastered on your face. Reciprocating his affection, you toyed with his forearms as you finished up what you were doing, turning after to properly greet him with a hug and another quick kiss. He seemed annoyed at the duration of it, and so he pulled you back in to give you a longer one which he deemed fit. Now seemingly content, he actually left your kitchen and began to get half ready for the day, considering if a shirt was optional or mandatory on his to-do list.
Enjoying each other’s presence, you both were working on your own things in the living room, when you decided to play your conjoined playlist to add some ambiance as nothing was being done that required heavy concentration. He smiled in appreciation at your idea, pressing his lips to your cheek, pulling you into his lap as you passed by with the speaker. Kisses were given to you as his hands pressed at your back, drawing circles on our side as if he was trying to remember the exact shape of you and how you fit beside his own body, the warm pressure of your hands displayed across his shoulders, grounding him from becoming too caught up in you.
He pulled away at some point, maybe when his hands tied to draw you in so close that there was almost no space between your bodies, or maybe it was when a sound escaped his lips when your hands started paying with his hair; either way, his lips weren’t on your anymore. Eyes glossed over, you pecked him when you moved away, dumb smile plastered on your faces.
Your attention diverted towards the centre of the living room, and you made your way through the pile of still warm laundry you hadn’t folded yet. Dread on your expression, Jason got up as you sat down, and as he stood up in front of you, he picked up the clothes hanging from your hands and begin to do the task himself, leaving you stranded in the room without anything left to complete.
Instead of relaxing after a day of mindlessly doing chores, an idea began to form in your head. Putting it into action, you made your way to where he stood, and began to caress his skin all over his back, arms, and every place he might have tension in. Shuddering at the unexpected feeling, Jason tried to keep up with the task at hand as your hands began to wander across every inch of his torso.
Trying to finish as quickly as possible, he folded everything twice as fast as your normally would, and he turned to get a proper look at you. It was then when the same thought crossed your minds: even though you had been together the whole day, only lingering touches and fleeting kisses had been exchanged.
Now fully looking at each other, a subtle tension was left hanging in the air; not desire, especially not lust, but pure adoration and love. You shared a look that let you both knew that without a doubt, the only emotion reserved for the other was devotion. As if your skin remembered how his felt, you were drawn closer to the other, and without an exchange of words, you shared one of the most intimate feelings you had ever experienced.
It wasn’t just a kiss or making out, but it was the way you tried to memorize how he felt standing in front of you, the feeling of your hands displayed over his chest, while his were resting comfortably on your cheeks, your heartbeat trying to match the rhythm of his, the warmth of his breath fanning over yours. You did not know exactly how long you were in that place, whether it was seconds or years, but after pulling apart, you simply couldn’t stay out of sight for the rest of the day.
Constantly lingering beside you, his presence sat with yours in the kitchen, bedroom, even in the bathroom, trying to sneak in little grazes of your skin with his. When the night fell, he draped himself all over you first in the sofa while you watched a film, and later in your bed.
There, he finally seemed content enough after feeling your breath warm his cheek and your body resting on top of his. A final kiss was shared as you drifted to slumber, silently thanking the universe for sending you Jason to keep as yours.
a/n: goddamn i’m so excited for the dc compact of under the red hood to come out
