I never said I wasn't going to eat the oatmeal....
[She'd know that he never wasted food. It was one of the few hills he'd die on. The instant oatmeal would be eaten, but she'd promised him something much tastier first.
Kissing his way along her throat, he followed the line downwards to nuzzle and nip at the neckline of the shirt she'd slept in.]
[Instead of answering with his words, he shifted to kiss and nibble his way down. He made sure to stop and give her nipples a little bit of a tease through her shirt, but only a little.
When he reached her waist, he settled his body between her thighs and grinned up at her before he ducked his head to tug her shirt up with his teeth.]
[She is accepting this attention with grace and virtue, etc., definitely not flushing a bit pink. So, he's definitely planning to have her for breakfast, then.
[He is very much going to have her for breakfast if she'll let him. He takes some time to lavish attention to her stomach and hips, working her clothing out of the way with careful teeth or a nuzzling nose.
[It’s a good thing Tim’s patient, because Jason’s clearly planning to take his time. She’s not rushing him, though she is being Helpful - shifting her body for better access, letting her legs fall open, and so on, all while watching him with lidded eyes and hitching breaths.]
[It is Tim. And Tim was...exceptional and also exceptionally good at being a pain in the ass.
It didn't take long before her prox alarms were chiming Hood's approach, and then he was keying in his code and fishtailing his back tire as he parked just to be an asshole.]
[It's certainly not a surprise that he's showing up; Tim's sitting on the couch with her laptop and tabs over to her security cameras at his arrival, rolling her eyes at his entrance. She doesn't bother getting up, either. She's well-settled with a bottle of water and an ice pack sitting on the couch next to her that she's been using on occasion when she starts to feel a bit dissociative.
Which is definitely not a sign she should be alone right now, but.]
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thegoshdarn) wrote2023-04-29 10:08 pm
@fightwing
well, that and the attempted murder(s)
@kid_flash_found
I wouldn't be too sure of that
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and please. she's out of my league. no one really thought that relationship was still a thing.
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@deadbirdarising
Is that why you won't eat the oatmeal?
[Not that she's bitter or anything about the work put into that. Again: slaved over it, Jason.
She absently rests a hand against his bicep, fingers stroking the muscle there.] How specific?
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[She'd know that he never wasted food. It was one of the few hills he'd die on. The instant oatmeal would be eaten, but she'd promised him something much tastier first.
Kissing his way along her throat, he followed the line downwards to nuzzle and nip at the neckline of the shirt she'd slept in.]
You're wearing too many clothes, baby bird...
i definitely did not lose the notif for this.
[Her lips twitch upwards into a smirk.] And what do you plan to do about that?
:P No worries
When he reached her waist, he settled his body between her thighs and grinned up at her before he ducked his head to tug her shirt up with his teeth.]
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She's certainly not complaining.]
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He's in absolutely no hurry, it would seem]
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@deadbirdarising
unexpected reaction between something Ivy concocted and antidepressants, I think. I sent blood samples to the cave for analysis
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[which she almost certainly should not be at alone, but - it's Tim.]
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It didn't take long before her prox alarms were chiming Hood's approach, and then he was keying in his code and fishtailing his back tire as he parked just to be an asshole.]
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Which is definitely not a sign she should be alone right now, but.]
Hi.