Mia/Jason NSFW fic
Characters: Mia Dearden (Speedy), Jason Todd (Red Hood)
Words: A lot?
Title: O.M.G
Awkward times for Mia, ahoy!
Mia really hated how she’d ended up in this situation. It wasn’t enough that Roy hated her and blamed her for what happened to Lian and that Ollie was gone and living in Star City’s forest and no longer needed a Speedy by his side. No, this had to be penance. Penance for allowing what happened to Lian to happen. If she hadn’t gone after the Executioner, if she’d only stayed, Lian would be alive now.
That’s why she sought him out. After Blackgate Penitentiary had been taken over by Prof. Pyg and all those Dollotron things, Jason Todd had gotten out, too, waging a war against Pyg.
Why had she joined up with the guy who had kidnapped her and fought her and tried to teach her a lesson about stupid mentors? It was like self-flagellation. She had to do it. She also needed his help. She wanted to find the Executioner and take him out, kill him for what he did, avenge Lian. She just didn’t care about anything else and he was what she needed.
She’d found him on the streets of Gotham at night. They’d initially fought, but she threw down her bow and told him she didn’t want to fight anymore, she wanted to join him. He raised an eyebrow silently and she hated him even more than she thought she could in that very moment.
Mia told him she didn’t want to set up headquarters in a stupid warehouse or a freaking Mack Truck like weirdos, so he found a converted garage right next to one of the Wayne Tower buildings. She guessed he like to do his stalking as close as possible.
Whatever, it didn’t matter. They’d been out patrolling for the last two months together and actually were bickering less over the past week. She was just exhausted and pent-up and frustrated and needed a break. She’d specifically requested her room be as far away as possible from his and would lock herself in for an hour in the morning to just do whatever.
Dinah and Ollie got rid of pent-up frustration in a really good way that didn’t involve sparring. Dinah had gone with her about a year ago and bought her a pink Jack-Rabbit vibe. In better times, she used it a lot more. Sometimes when she used it, she thought about Dodger (until he cheated on her with Emma freaking Watson, what the hell…), sometimes she thought about Connor, sometimes it was about Superboy, sometimes it was about Cissie King-Jones. She hadn’t had sex since Rick, since he forced her to turn trick. She never really liked it with anyone but him. She just wanted to be touched by someone who cared about her. Rick never cared, though. Today, it didn’t matter, she just needed a release, to just get away from this, to get away from him, from Jason, from everything that happened.
She locked the door and pulled out her knapsack and pulled out the vibe and got into bed, propping up on a mountain of pillows. She applied lube liberally, put a condom on the toy and inserted the vibe, turning it on and laying back down. She first started thinking about Connor, but for some reason, and she didn’t mean to at all, but Jason popped into her head. She tried to shake him out, she didn’t want to be aroused by him, she just wanted to go on hating him. But as the vibrator started moving around inside her, she thought about his hands all over her, his mouth kissing her neck. She imagined him saying, “Hey babe, c’mon up here,” and sitting on his face, properly dammed, of course. The thought of him licking and sucking her clit and pushing two gloved fingers inside of her sent her over the edge and she came hard around the vibrator. She oozed into her pillows and her face flushed bright cherry red as she pulled the vibrator out of her and wiped it clean. She laid back for a minute, completely satisfied, when a loud knock came at her door.
Shit, she thought -- she was even sweating a little, and there was no freaking way she could claim this was a nap. She threw a bright yellow hoodie and some shorts on, turned up the Usher and swung open her door. Jason was standing outside, leaning against the doorframe.
“Heh. I didn’t think GA allowed Speedies to listen to modern music,” he said.
“Dude, I’m pretty sure he doesn’t think there’s any band other than CCR,” she shrugged. She went silent and waited for him to explain what he wanted.
“Two things. One, Executioner: I‘ve got a lead. Two? Here.” He tossed her a package. “So, what’s with the lockdown?”
She caught the package and raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, I like to lock the door and analyze fingerprints… no, wait that’s you. Clearly, I’m doing my best Dance Dance Revolution sans Xbox 360 impression.” She brushed her hair out of her face and prayed he wasn’t pulling one of those creepy things the Bats did, like knowing exactly what somebody was doing when. God, Bats were such weirdos.
“Soooo, this isn’t like a bomb or some crap? Cause seriously, last time? I mean I dug the whole getting out of school thing for like a week, but seriously, journal entries work just as good for getting rid of the whole rage thing.”
He snorted. “Duly noted. I just thought it was time you cut out the trick arrows.”
Mia opened the package and saw hand-mounted arrow shooters. “Badass.” She looked up at him. “This is actually pretty cool of you, which is actually really surprising.” She pulled one on and looked him dead in the eye. She shot an arrow right just millimetres past his nose. It lodged into the wall. “Sweet. This is seriously HBIC. I guess that means I can smoke your ass sooner.”
He had this shit-eating grin on his face and she crouched down low really quickly and tried to swipe his feet out from under him. He was too quick and jumped up so her outstretched leg just missed him. When they were fighting, their relationship changed. They were almost in unison. She was often a step or two behind as she couldn’t read body language nearly that well. Whereas he used the walls and jump more, she tended to stay lower to the ground. They almost never sparred at first. But then it just got to be helpful for in the field.
He was suddenly behind her and she stomped on his foot and got out from his reach. She spun around quickly and kicked him in the stomach. She was on top of him quickly, arrow shooter inches from his eye.
“You’d better not be freaking even letting me win.”
That grin. “Not that I’m complaining where I end up.”
“Seriously, though, cause you got Black Canary trained Speedy all up in your grill and -- wait, what?”
Mia could practically touch the light bulb that popped up over her head as she realized he just flirted with her and what the hell was he freaking doing, what? A knot turned in her stomach and she blinked. He leaned up and kissed her really softly, full on the mouth. His eyes were closed, but hers were bug-eyed in confusion, trepidation and shock. If this had happened with anyone else, she would have stopped the person and informed him she was HIV positive. But Jason already knew. He knew a lot about her before even having met her. A hand of his trailed up her arm and his tongue slipped into her mouth. She closed her eyes and kissed him back for a breath before pulling away. Her flush was back when she looked at him. He actually wasn’t smirking at all. There was a look on his face other than a smirk, a glare or a look of anger.
Mia got up quickly and absent-mindedly brushed herself off. “So, thanks and stuff.” She got up to walk away from the situation and paused before turning her back to him. “I’m jonesing for some pizza, you?”
--end--
Words: A lot?
Title: O.M.G
Awkward times for Mia, ahoy!
Mia really hated how she’d ended up in this situation. It wasn’t enough that Roy hated her and blamed her for what happened to Lian and that Ollie was gone and living in Star City’s forest and no longer needed a Speedy by his side. No, this had to be penance. Penance for allowing what happened to Lian to happen. If she hadn’t gone after the Executioner, if she’d only stayed, Lian would be alive now.
That’s why she sought him out. After Blackgate Penitentiary had been taken over by Prof. Pyg and all those Dollotron things, Jason Todd had gotten out, too, waging a war against Pyg.
Why had she joined up with the guy who had kidnapped her and fought her and tried to teach her a lesson about stupid mentors? It was like self-flagellation. She had to do it. She also needed his help. She wanted to find the Executioner and take him out, kill him for what he did, avenge Lian. She just didn’t care about anything else and he was what she needed.
She’d found him on the streets of Gotham at night. They’d initially fought, but she threw down her bow and told him she didn’t want to fight anymore, she wanted to join him. He raised an eyebrow silently and she hated him even more than she thought she could in that very moment.
Mia told him she didn’t want to set up headquarters in a stupid warehouse or a freaking Mack Truck like weirdos, so he found a converted garage right next to one of the Wayne Tower buildings. She guessed he like to do his stalking as close as possible.
Whatever, it didn’t matter. They’d been out patrolling for the last two months together and actually were bickering less over the past week. She was just exhausted and pent-up and frustrated and needed a break. She’d specifically requested her room be as far away as possible from his and would lock herself in for an hour in the morning to just do whatever.
Dinah and Ollie got rid of pent-up frustration in a really good way that didn’t involve sparring. Dinah had gone with her about a year ago and bought her a pink Jack-Rabbit vibe. In better times, she used it a lot more. Sometimes when she used it, she thought about Dodger (until he cheated on her with Emma freaking Watson, what the hell…), sometimes she thought about Connor, sometimes it was about Superboy, sometimes it was about Cissie King-Jones. She hadn’t had sex since Rick, since he forced her to turn trick. She never really liked it with anyone but him. She just wanted to be touched by someone who cared about her. Rick never cared, though. Today, it didn’t matter, she just needed a release, to just get away from this, to get away from him, from Jason, from everything that happened.
She locked the door and pulled out her knapsack and pulled out the vibe and got into bed, propping up on a mountain of pillows. She applied lube liberally, put a condom on the toy and inserted the vibe, turning it on and laying back down. She first started thinking about Connor, but for some reason, and she didn’t mean to at all, but Jason popped into her head. She tried to shake him out, she didn’t want to be aroused by him, she just wanted to go on hating him. But as the vibrator started moving around inside her, she thought about his hands all over her, his mouth kissing her neck. She imagined him saying, “Hey babe, c’mon up here,” and sitting on his face, properly dammed, of course. The thought of him licking and sucking her clit and pushing two gloved fingers inside of her sent her over the edge and she came hard around the vibrator. She oozed into her pillows and her face flushed bright cherry red as she pulled the vibrator out of her and wiped it clean. She laid back for a minute, completely satisfied, when a loud knock came at her door.
Shit, she thought -- she was even sweating a little, and there was no freaking way she could claim this was a nap. She threw a bright yellow hoodie and some shorts on, turned up the Usher and swung open her door. Jason was standing outside, leaning against the doorframe.
“Heh. I didn’t think GA allowed Speedies to listen to modern music,” he said.
“Dude, I’m pretty sure he doesn’t think there’s any band other than CCR,” she shrugged. She went silent and waited for him to explain what he wanted.
“Two things. One, Executioner: I‘ve got a lead. Two? Here.” He tossed her a package. “So, what’s with the lockdown?”
She caught the package and raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, I like to lock the door and analyze fingerprints… no, wait that’s you. Clearly, I’m doing my best Dance Dance Revolution sans Xbox 360 impression.” She brushed her hair out of her face and prayed he wasn’t pulling one of those creepy things the Bats did, like knowing exactly what somebody was doing when. God, Bats were such weirdos.
“Soooo, this isn’t like a bomb or some crap? Cause seriously, last time? I mean I dug the whole getting out of school thing for like a week, but seriously, journal entries work just as good for getting rid of the whole rage thing.”
He snorted. “Duly noted. I just thought it was time you cut out the trick arrows.”
Mia opened the package and saw hand-mounted arrow shooters. “Badass.” She looked up at him. “This is actually pretty cool of you, which is actually really surprising.” She pulled one on and looked him dead in the eye. She shot an arrow right just millimetres past his nose. It lodged into the wall. “Sweet. This is seriously HBIC. I guess that means I can smoke your ass sooner.”
He had this shit-eating grin on his face and she crouched down low really quickly and tried to swipe his feet out from under him. He was too quick and jumped up so her outstretched leg just missed him. When they were fighting, their relationship changed. They were almost in unison. She was often a step or two behind as she couldn’t read body language nearly that well. Whereas he used the walls and jump more, she tended to stay lower to the ground. They almost never sparred at first. But then it just got to be helpful for in the field.
He was suddenly behind her and she stomped on his foot and got out from his reach. She spun around quickly and kicked him in the stomach. She was on top of him quickly, arrow shooter inches from his eye.
“You’d better not be freaking even letting me win.”
That grin. “Not that I’m complaining where I end up.”
“Seriously, though, cause you got Black Canary trained Speedy all up in your grill and -- wait, what?”
Mia could practically touch the light bulb that popped up over her head as she realized he just flirted with her and what the hell was he freaking doing, what? A knot turned in her stomach and she blinked. He leaned up and kissed her really softly, full on the mouth. His eyes were closed, but hers were bug-eyed in confusion, trepidation and shock. If this had happened with anyone else, she would have stopped the person and informed him she was HIV positive. But Jason already knew. He knew a lot about her before even having met her. A hand of his trailed up her arm and his tongue slipped into her mouth. She closed her eyes and kissed him back for a breath before pulling away. Her flush was back when she looked at him. He actually wasn’t smirking at all. There was a look on his face other than a smirk, a glare or a look of anger.
Mia got up quickly and absent-mindedly brushed herself off. “So, thanks and stuff.” She got up to walk away from the situation and paused before turning her back to him. “I’m jonesing for some pizza, you?”
--end--