left taped to Jason’s door… 

—-

Jason stood with the card in his hands, plucked from his door.

“Sweet Jesus…”

It dawned on him how long his shame must have been there.

OOC: HIATUS UPDATE 

(( sorry! another one of these „

for anyone in JL who hasn’t seen my skype message i should be returning mid-february time

i have a busy but fun couple of weeks ahead of me so i should be free and peppy when i come back so i can play with you all again! it’ll be great

Sophie xoxo))

OOC: TEMPORARY HIATUS 

((says it all really

due to personal reasons leaving me feel unmotivated i’ll be on a short hiatus, i can’t imagine i’ll be gone long, i may even find solace in RP later on but right now i can’t see me being all that active.

i love you all and i’ll miss you, cya soon though, right?

Sophie xoxo ))

like a cat in the night…. only we’re robins 

theblondebat:

sonofanothing:

“Thank you, nurse,” he kissed Steph’s forehead and made his way upstairs with extra vim and vigour to give her the best impression of his health. Were he less of a real man he would have regretted it as the muscles in his leg started to twitch with overuse.

The water felt like heavenly rainfall on his battered form. The cuts stung but it was that pain of actually doing something good to them, it felt soothing and familiar. For a while he just stood there under the shower head letting his mind wander back to his earlier thoughts of Steph in her nurse outfit, Steph almost being an actual nurse, Steph brewing tea downstairs and curling up on the sofa. Jason was not a tea drinker but it felt like bliss in the setting she has accidentally created. Then he remembered she had said something about winding down. Curiosity drove him to freshen up thoroughly and finish his shower and he descended the staircase feeling like a brand new human being,  back in his boxors and jeans alone and towel-drying his hair.

“The shower was beautiful, thank you. I am sorry about this lateness,” he called into the kitchen.

“Any time. And don’t worry about it. Bat’s are nocturnal, remember?” she called back. “I couldn’t sleep so well anyway, so you were like a knight in leather armor.” She met him in the living room and was half surprised to find him shirtless and somewhat wet. Steph’s eyes wandered down to the sharp V at Jason’s hips that disappeared into his jeans and felt herself flushing a little, though she was anything but uncomfortable with the view. 

Forcing herself to look back up at his face, smiling a little goofily, she handed him the mug of tea. “Chamomile is great when you’re sore. Have some of that, and then stretch out on your stomach on the couch. I think you earned a back rub,” she told him nonchalantly, sitting on the back of the couch to sip her own mug. Steph would be lying if she said she didn’t sneak another peak at Jason while he settled in. She reached out and ran her fingers through the damp hair above his ear experimentally, playing with the texture. 

When Jason had had enough of his tea, he’d done as she’d asked and lied down. A bottle of lavender lotion was kept on the coffee table for sore muscles after missions and Steph took the bottle and carefully straddled his upper thighs. She warmed up the lotion in her hands and, not wanting to make him any sorer, slowly began to rub along his shoulder blades, kneading her thumbs into a knot she found there. “Is the pressure okay?”

He’d be lying if he said the glances and dorky faces Stephanie was giving were not boosting his ego quite a bit. Jason had sniffed the tea suspiciously beforehand as was his habit with any new drink. He downed it when he noticed Stephanie’s amusement at his odd behaviour. It wasn’t too bad but it scalded a little, that was a little quick to drink even for him. He said nothing about it.

The towel had been made into a makeshift pillow against his face with Stephanie’s hands working his shoulders and back muscle. “Feels good,” he said, groaning from the pleasure, “you’re good with your hands.” Even without seeing her Jason could feel the warmth of Steph staddling him and what her expression might have been, had he more energy he might have pushed his luck with round two. Perhaps in a while, this felt too good to interrupt. “Definitely gotta do this more often.”

I’m trying to imagine your answer to 62…that’s some hella flexibility, or am I missing something…?

I can draw you a diagram, though I’ll bet you’re much more of a hands-on kinda guy, right?

Ten seconds?! Don’t get fresh, young man. Then again, Stephzilla gets what Stephzilla wants, she’s told me often enough. Sigh

Who’s getting fresh? The hands move of their own accord! I bet it’s about the same for you, you horndog.

As for that I am not at liberty to comment. *smiling nontheless*