Not sure if you were still doing the prompts, and technically this isnāt on the list but I figured it doesnāt hurt to ask. But like itās super late and your in the kitchen with your partner and your just kinda hanging out at opposite sides of the kitchen and they pull you in by your belt loops on your jeans just so they can hold you close. Hnng Iām such a slut for domestic affection. With Jason please. If you want to obviously
A/N: I feel you, anon. 100%. Casual intimacy is my downfall.
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The kitchenās dark, illuminated only by the interior fridge light. Jason rummages through its contents for a midnightāwell, three AMāsnack. He finds a stick of jerky and immediately itās shoved into his gob, half hanging out as he lets the door swing shut. The room goes back to being dark. Faint moonlight trickles in through the window. He moves towards it, eyeing the sleeping city with vague interest.
The hair on his arms lifts as he senses a new presence in the room. Youāve been watching him from the doorway as he munches on his food. Itās adorable, especially because heās still half-dressed in his Red Hood getup.
He doesnāt spin around; just lets you come to him.
Your chin butts into his back first, and then itās your nose and your arms around his waist. You donāt say anything to begin with; just breathe in his scent thatās been mixed with a life outside. He revels in the feeling, leans into your embrace, feels the rumble of your chest against his back.
Eventually, your hands slide to his belt straps. You tug on them, urging him to turn.
He does without hesitation, jaw dropped low so your mouths can meet. Itās a sweet kiss; a token that says welcome home and glad to be here.
Jason rests his forehead against yours, enjoying how your fingers card through his sweaty locks. He exhales, thankful for whatever reigns in the skies above thatās given him a life with you.