Fic: The Thickest of Walls | DCU | Jason Todd/Donna Troy | NC-17 | 1/1
Title: The Thickest of Walls
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Jason Todd/Donna Troy
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,573
Prompt: For Porn Battle X: Donna/Jason, power, tension, tears; For 50_darkfics: Hate
Summary: Donna's not about to let Jason just walk away, when they've come so far.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own it all. I own nothing. Darnit.
Author's Notes: The first half of this fic has been languishing on my hard drive for THREE YEARS. What better time to finish it than for the Porn Battle? ^_~ Also, set during the beginning of Countdown: The Search for Ray Palmer, before they hit they left the Nanoverse for the Multiverse proper and Kyle joined them.
The Thickest of Walls
“Face it, Donna, we're not gonna find him. Not at this rate,” Jay scowled, sitting cross legged in front of the fire they had built in their chosen camp site, his domino mask peeled off and tucked into his jacket pocket for the night, the Monitor gone off to who knew where for however long. He poked the fire with a long stick to stir up the embers. “This place is insane.”
Watching him from a few feet away, Donna propped herself up on an elbow and smirked, “Well, what did you expect from the Nanoverse, Jay, a road map to Ray's location?” She shook her head. “We don't exactly have a lot of choice but to keep looking. As long as it takes.”
Jay looked back at her with narrowed eyes, leaning toward her with an elbow propped on his knee. “Of course we have a choice. We didn't have to tag along on this stupid quest with the fucking Monitor. He could have done this without our help.”
“And what part of his explanation of our existence didn't you get? If we want to keep living in our world then we have to find Ray Palmer. He's the only one that can prevent the Multiverse from falling apart.”
“Blah, blah, blah! I've heard the goddamn story, Donna. But how can we trust anything the Monitor has told us? In case you forgot, one of his people killed Duela.”
“Dammit, Jay, how could you think I forgot?” Donna spat, pushing herself up fully. “I don't trust this Monitor any more than you, but he has a point about us, about Ray.”
Jay ran both hands through his dark hair. “You can't have it both ways! He's dangerous!”
“Yeah, well, so are you,” she glared back.
Rolling his eyes, Jason untangled his legs and stood. “Fuck you, too,” he said, stepping past her to leave, take a walk, anything to keep from having to listen to her any longer.
But she got to her own feet before he could get by her, and caught his wrist, pulling to stop him. “Stop it, Jay. You can't just walk away from this,” she said, eyes pleading up at him with that dark intensity Jay had begun to notice as of late. “Where do you think you'd go, anyway?”
He tried to wrench his arm out of her grip. “Anywhere but here. Anywhere's got to be better than having to put up with this existential bullshit and goddamn gorilla people riding robots.”
Donna tightened her grip to remind him just who he was dealing with. “You'll just get yourself lost.”
“Let me the fuck go, Donna,” he hissed, pulling so hard it forced her to stand.
Still, she held on, glaring at him as she twisted his arm, squeezing tighter. “No. You're not leaving, Jay. I won't let you walk away from this. Not when we've come this far.”
Jay went for his knife with his free hand, but her own free hand beat him to it, snatching his wrist in a tight finger lock. “Dammit!” he growled at her, struggling against her grip. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
“Me? What's wrong with you? You didn't come all this way to just get up and leave. You want answers just as badly as I do, and I refuse to let you off the hook just because you're frustrated and tired. That may be how things were done in Gotham, maybe in New York, but not here. Not with me,” she finished quietly, her gaze piercing his as he tried once more to pull away from her.
“What the hell do you know about Gotham?” he seethed, twisting against her as she drew him closer.
“I know Bats aren't the best at sticking around when things get tough.”
Jason stilled in her grip. “I am not a Bat. Not anymore.”
Donna knew she had him at that instance; Jay was still a Bat, through and through, though he'd never admit it. “Oh, really? Then you won't have any trouble staying put, then?” she said, raising an eyebrow at him.
His only response was to clench his jaw and glare back at her. She could practically see his wheels spinning as he tried to struggle against his own demons, waging war with himself behind flashing blue eyes. Her grip loosened just slightly as she felt him begin to relax. “If I let go, you're not going anywhere, right?” she prompted him, wary and not at all trusting him to not bolt, even if she hoped he'd stay put.
Letting out a heavy breath, he nodded.
“Fine.” Slowly, she let her hands fall away from his wrists, keeping close watch in case he made any sudden movements.
Naturally, Jason didn't disappoint.
With a glint in his eyes, he shoved her, hard, and spun to make a quick exit, again reaching for his knife.
“Damn you!” she cursed, throwing herself at him and grabbing him by the back of his jacket. She jerked to pull him down, and the pair tumbled to the grass.
But she didn't have her balance as they fell, and Jay flipped over, pulling free of her hands when she lost her grip. He landed straddling her, his knife at her throat. “You got one thing right,” he said quietly. “I am dangerous.”
Looking up at him with narrowed eyes, Donna scowled, hating that she'd been right to not trust him. “So, what, you're gonna kill me now? Is that your big plan? You'd kill me to get out of the Nanoverse and go back to killing drug dealers and gun runners?” She felt the edge of his knife pressing into her throat as he snarled down at her, his dark hair falling down over his eyes.
“I just might,” he said defiantly.
The statement hung in the air heavily while she weighed her options, letting him realize what he'd just said. Finally, she softened her voice, “You'd kill a Titan?”
Again, the war waging furiously behind his eyes came to a head, and with a growl, he pulled the knife away from her throat, sheathing it inside his leather jacket. One arm remained across her chest and shoulders, though, as he leaned close and regarded her beneath him. “That's not fucking fair.”
Wriggling her arms free, Donna grabbed him by the jacket and pulled him down until their noses were almost touching. “No,” she whispered angrily, “what's not fair is that there are people out there that want us dead because we supposedly don't belong in this universe, that think we're about to cause some kind of 'final crisis' that will destroy everything. You owe it to the universe that saw fit to bring you back from the dead to make sure those people are proven wrong.”
Sneering, he pulled his arm away from her chest and grabbed her by the shoulders, slamming her back to the ground when she started to rise. Why did she have to be so damn right about everything? “Do you have any idea how much I fucking hate you?”
She felt his breath on her cheek as he glared down at her, blazing eyes boring through her. “Feeling's mutual,” she whispered, then suddenly his mouth was on hers, hot and angry, all the tension that'd been building between them snapping like a cut rubber band and the air around them seeming to crackle with the power and electricity of it.
She writhed beneath him, pressing up into the kiss involuntarily, her body on autopilot.
As he claimed her mouth, his tongue finding hers when she gave into him, every thought Jay had about leaving retreated from his mind and everything he'd been holding in for the past three weeks boiled over at once. Their damn quest to find Ray Palmer had been a welcome diversion from dealing with Dick and Tim, but it had put him in the same space as Donna Troy for a lot longer than he could handle without losing it. He'd wanted her for as long as he'd known her, and besides, who could say no to an Amazon? Even one as infuriating and as right as Donna.
And he hated being wrong.
He wasn't lying when he said he might kill her. He wanted to kill her, to strangle her for being so goddamn logical about their quest, about their existence, about him. But... dammit, this was infinitely preferable.
Beneath him, Donna arched up into him, her hands finding his chest and his shoulders, pushing his jacket back and down his arms. He let go of her own shoulders only long enough to shed the coat, grabbing her again and pressing his chest to hers.
But Donna surprised him, somehow getting leverage and twisting, flipping him over and pinning him to the ground beneath her as she locked his hips in place beneath hers.
“Fuck,” he groaned as she got her hands beneath his shirt and scraped nails over his abs before getting to work on his belt.
“That's the general idea,” she smirked down at him, leaning down to kiss him again as she got his pants undone.
Jason's mind went fuzzy when her hand settled around him, pulling him free, heat and urgency surging through him, and he barely had enough brainpower left to unhook her halter from around her neck and pull it down to free her breasts as she worked him. Cupping one breast, he circled her nipple with a thumb, wrapping his free arm around her to grind her hips against his.
Donna broke their kiss and sucked in a breath, fixing him with a heated look. “Strip,” she ordered, lifting herself up and freeing him long enough get her own boots and skin-tight suit off.
Jay wasted no time in following her orders, acutely aware of the power she had over him in that moment, his cock twitching and body shivering at the sudden loss of contact and promise of more if he just stayed put and did what he was told. Fuck, but Donna had always had that effect on him, even if he was loathe to admit it.
And at last, when all their clothes were shed and tossed to the side, Donna shoved him back to the grass, straddling him again and picking up where she'd left off. Jason gripped her bare hips, in awe of the sight of her above him, but she took his wrists again, pulling his hands high above his head and holding them in place, trapping him with a dark look. “Don't move.”
Whimpering involuntarily, he tried to relax into the hold, hips twitching as she ground her hips against his. A long, slow slide as she rolled her hips then, dragging her sex against his, and Jason shivered. “Fuck,” he panted, eager for more than this tease.
“Patience,” she warned him in return, canting her hips again.
Jason tried to get a deep breath, body thrumming with adrenaline and anticipation, and cried out in spite of himself when she lifted up and sank back down on his cock, taking him into herself in one quick motion. His vision swam, senses overwhelmed with the feel of her around him, the sight and scent of her, exotic and sweet, and he couldn't help the twitch of his hips in a vain attempt to thrust up into her.
Donna leaned flat over him, her breasts pressing to his chest, irritated and as eager to get on with it as he was. “I said don't move.”
A shuddering breath, and he stilled as best he could, waiting impatiently and knowing he wouldn't last, at this rate. It took a hard bite on his lip to keep himself from spitting out how much he hated her in the moment.
But finally, dammit finally, she started to move over him, pivoting her hips and lifting up just enough to get that perfect friction, and Jason couldn't stop a shout of pleasure as sparks shot through him.
Donna shut him up with another kiss, feeling the same shocks rocket up her spine and relieved when he kept still. This was the only way this could happen, she knew, the only way they could communicate after all the nasty words traded between them. He needed to be reminded of just who he'd been fighting, not just her, but himself, and that all that anger could be used more constructively.
Moving steadily, she kept up a rhythm, working them both and breathing quickly, feeling his heart beneath hers, both hammering a harsh staccato as they neared the apex. She twined her tongue with his, tasted the faint remnants of cigarettes smoked before they'd left, deepened the kiss until they were almost in each other's throats, canted her hips faster and slammed back down on him harder and harder. He'd be bruised later, but she knew he wouldn't so much mind.
A shuddering moan resonated through her from deep in Jason's chest, and he shook beneath her, tensing and bringing her along with him. Her grip tightened on his wrists and her knees dug into his sides as she tensed and clenched around him, falling over the edge into release and feeling the faint, warm rush deep within her as Jay came, the world around them fading away into nothing. She rolled her hips one last time, sealing them together as tightly as she could, and collapsed on top of him, their kiss broken and cheeks pressed together, dark hair falling wild all around their heads.
A long time later, after shivering breaths and aftershocks and slow recovery of senses, Donna lifted herself up from him, slid off gently, and settled beside him on the grass, letting his wrists go at last.
Jason pulled his arms down and rubbed the sore joints, blinking over at her, dazed as he caught his breath at last and was freed from her impossible grip. He hadn't had his mind blown like that since... ever, and....
Her gaze back at him was softer now, and he suddenly felt like he should be ashamed of himself. “I... wouldn't have tried to kill you,” he admitted after a long moment, breaking their gaze. “And I don't hate you.” Fuck him for being such a goddamn liar before. He knew-had always known-that he couldn't get away with that shit with Donna. Didn't know why he'd thought it would fly now.
“That's what I thought,” Donna shot back with a hint of a smile. “I don't hate you, either, Jay. Never have.” Reaching over, she pulled him toward her, wrapping an arm around his bare shoulders. “You gonna stick around now?”
Jason nodded, pressed his forehead to hers, sweat-slick hair be damned. “Yeah,” he said quietly.
Donna couldn't help but be reminded of that day so many years ago, when they'd collapsed in the snow in the middle of a mission gone wrong, Jason's tears falling on a suit he'd only just inherited, both of them frustrated and tired and not handling the shakeup in the Titan's roster very well.
“Good,” she said then, “Because I can still put you over my knee.”
They both shook with Jason's laughter at the memory. “I was such a little shit,” he said, placing a hand around her hip gently.
“Still are, minus the 'little' part,” she quipped back.
Jason waggled his eyebrows at her, “Oh, really.”
“Not what I meant,” she rolled her eyes, before fixing him with a more serious look, knowing the thickest of walls within him had been shattered, even if others would take a lot longer. “We'll find Ray and get home soon, all right? Together.”
“Yeah,” he breathed, pulling closer into her embrace as the cool night air encroached upon them. “Yeah.”
~*~*~*~
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Jason Todd/Donna Troy
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,573
Prompt: For Porn Battle X: Donna/Jason, power, tension, tears; For 50_darkfics: Hate
Summary: Donna's not about to let Jason just walk away, when they've come so far.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own it all. I own nothing. Darnit.
Author's Notes: The first half of this fic has been languishing on my hard drive for THREE YEARS. What better time to finish it than for the Porn Battle? ^_~ Also, set during the beginning of Countdown: The Search for Ray Palmer, before they hit they left the Nanoverse for the Multiverse proper and Kyle joined them.
The Thickest of Walls
“Face it, Donna, we're not gonna find him. Not at this rate,” Jay scowled, sitting cross legged in front of the fire they had built in their chosen camp site, his domino mask peeled off and tucked into his jacket pocket for the night, the Monitor gone off to who knew where for however long. He poked the fire with a long stick to stir up the embers. “This place is insane.”
Watching him from a few feet away, Donna propped herself up on an elbow and smirked, “Well, what did you expect from the Nanoverse, Jay, a road map to Ray's location?” She shook her head. “We don't exactly have a lot of choice but to keep looking. As long as it takes.”
Jay looked back at her with narrowed eyes, leaning toward her with an elbow propped on his knee. “Of course we have a choice. We didn't have to tag along on this stupid quest with the fucking Monitor. He could have done this without our help.”
“And what part of his explanation of our existence didn't you get? If we want to keep living in our world then we have to find Ray Palmer. He's the only one that can prevent the Multiverse from falling apart.”
“Blah, blah, blah! I've heard the goddamn story, Donna. But how can we trust anything the Monitor has told us? In case you forgot, one of his people killed Duela.”
“Dammit, Jay, how could you think I forgot?” Donna spat, pushing herself up fully. “I don't trust this Monitor any more than you, but he has a point about us, about Ray.”
Jay ran both hands through his dark hair. “You can't have it both ways! He's dangerous!”
“Yeah, well, so are you,” she glared back.
Rolling his eyes, Jason untangled his legs and stood. “Fuck you, too,” he said, stepping past her to leave, take a walk, anything to keep from having to listen to her any longer.
But she got to her own feet before he could get by her, and caught his wrist, pulling to stop him. “Stop it, Jay. You can't just walk away from this,” she said, eyes pleading up at him with that dark intensity Jay had begun to notice as of late. “Where do you think you'd go, anyway?”
He tried to wrench his arm out of her grip. “Anywhere but here. Anywhere's got to be better than having to put up with this existential bullshit and goddamn gorilla people riding robots.”
Donna tightened her grip to remind him just who he was dealing with. “You'll just get yourself lost.”
“Let me the fuck go, Donna,” he hissed, pulling so hard it forced her to stand.
Still, she held on, glaring at him as she twisted his arm, squeezing tighter. “No. You're not leaving, Jay. I won't let you walk away from this. Not when we've come this far.”
Jay went for his knife with his free hand, but her own free hand beat him to it, snatching his wrist in a tight finger lock. “Dammit!” he growled at her, struggling against her grip. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
“Me? What's wrong with you? You didn't come all this way to just get up and leave. You want answers just as badly as I do, and I refuse to let you off the hook just because you're frustrated and tired. That may be how things were done in Gotham, maybe in New York, but not here. Not with me,” she finished quietly, her gaze piercing his as he tried once more to pull away from her.
“What the hell do you know about Gotham?” he seethed, twisting against her as she drew him closer.
“I know Bats aren't the best at sticking around when things get tough.”
Jason stilled in her grip. “I am not a Bat. Not anymore.”
Donna knew she had him at that instance; Jay was still a Bat, through and through, though he'd never admit it. “Oh, really? Then you won't have any trouble staying put, then?” she said, raising an eyebrow at him.
His only response was to clench his jaw and glare back at her. She could practically see his wheels spinning as he tried to struggle against his own demons, waging war with himself behind flashing blue eyes. Her grip loosened just slightly as she felt him begin to relax. “If I let go, you're not going anywhere, right?” she prompted him, wary and not at all trusting him to not bolt, even if she hoped he'd stay put.
Letting out a heavy breath, he nodded.
“Fine.” Slowly, she let her hands fall away from his wrists, keeping close watch in case he made any sudden movements.
Naturally, Jason didn't disappoint.
With a glint in his eyes, he shoved her, hard, and spun to make a quick exit, again reaching for his knife.
“Damn you!” she cursed, throwing herself at him and grabbing him by the back of his jacket. She jerked to pull him down, and the pair tumbled to the grass.
But she didn't have her balance as they fell, and Jay flipped over, pulling free of her hands when she lost her grip. He landed straddling her, his knife at her throat. “You got one thing right,” he said quietly. “I am dangerous.”
Looking up at him with narrowed eyes, Donna scowled, hating that she'd been right to not trust him. “So, what, you're gonna kill me now? Is that your big plan? You'd kill me to get out of the Nanoverse and go back to killing drug dealers and gun runners?” She felt the edge of his knife pressing into her throat as he snarled down at her, his dark hair falling down over his eyes.
“I just might,” he said defiantly.
The statement hung in the air heavily while she weighed her options, letting him realize what he'd just said. Finally, she softened her voice, “You'd kill a Titan?”
Again, the war waging furiously behind his eyes came to a head, and with a growl, he pulled the knife away from her throat, sheathing it inside his leather jacket. One arm remained across her chest and shoulders, though, as he leaned close and regarded her beneath him. “That's not fucking fair.”
Wriggling her arms free, Donna grabbed him by the jacket and pulled him down until their noses were almost touching. “No,” she whispered angrily, “what's not fair is that there are people out there that want us dead because we supposedly don't belong in this universe, that think we're about to cause some kind of 'final crisis' that will destroy everything. You owe it to the universe that saw fit to bring you back from the dead to make sure those people are proven wrong.”
Sneering, he pulled his arm away from her chest and grabbed her by the shoulders, slamming her back to the ground when she started to rise. Why did she have to be so damn right about everything? “Do you have any idea how much I fucking hate you?”
She felt his breath on her cheek as he glared down at her, blazing eyes boring through her. “Feeling's mutual,” she whispered, then suddenly his mouth was on hers, hot and angry, all the tension that'd been building between them snapping like a cut rubber band and the air around them seeming to crackle with the power and electricity of it.
She writhed beneath him, pressing up into the kiss involuntarily, her body on autopilot.
As he claimed her mouth, his tongue finding hers when she gave into him, every thought Jay had about leaving retreated from his mind and everything he'd been holding in for the past three weeks boiled over at once. Their damn quest to find Ray Palmer had been a welcome diversion from dealing with Dick and Tim, but it had put him in the same space as Donna Troy for a lot longer than he could handle without losing it. He'd wanted her for as long as he'd known her, and besides, who could say no to an Amazon? Even one as infuriating and as right as Donna.
And he hated being wrong.
He wasn't lying when he said he might kill her. He wanted to kill her, to strangle her for being so goddamn logical about their quest, about their existence, about him. But... dammit, this was infinitely preferable.
Beneath him, Donna arched up into him, her hands finding his chest and his shoulders, pushing his jacket back and down his arms. He let go of her own shoulders only long enough to shed the coat, grabbing her again and pressing his chest to hers.
But Donna surprised him, somehow getting leverage and twisting, flipping him over and pinning him to the ground beneath her as she locked his hips in place beneath hers.
“Fuck,” he groaned as she got her hands beneath his shirt and scraped nails over his abs before getting to work on his belt.
“That's the general idea,” she smirked down at him, leaning down to kiss him again as she got his pants undone.
Jason's mind went fuzzy when her hand settled around him, pulling him free, heat and urgency surging through him, and he barely had enough brainpower left to unhook her halter from around her neck and pull it down to free her breasts as she worked him. Cupping one breast, he circled her nipple with a thumb, wrapping his free arm around her to grind her hips against his.
Donna broke their kiss and sucked in a breath, fixing him with a heated look. “Strip,” she ordered, lifting herself up and freeing him long enough get her own boots and skin-tight suit off.
Jay wasted no time in following her orders, acutely aware of the power she had over him in that moment, his cock twitching and body shivering at the sudden loss of contact and promise of more if he just stayed put and did what he was told. Fuck, but Donna had always had that effect on him, even if he was loathe to admit it.
And at last, when all their clothes were shed and tossed to the side, Donna shoved him back to the grass, straddling him again and picking up where she'd left off. Jason gripped her bare hips, in awe of the sight of her above him, but she took his wrists again, pulling his hands high above his head and holding them in place, trapping him with a dark look. “Don't move.”
Whimpering involuntarily, he tried to relax into the hold, hips twitching as she ground her hips against his. A long, slow slide as she rolled her hips then, dragging her sex against his, and Jason shivered. “Fuck,” he panted, eager for more than this tease.
“Patience,” she warned him in return, canting her hips again.
Jason tried to get a deep breath, body thrumming with adrenaline and anticipation, and cried out in spite of himself when she lifted up and sank back down on his cock, taking him into herself in one quick motion. His vision swam, senses overwhelmed with the feel of her around him, the sight and scent of her, exotic and sweet, and he couldn't help the twitch of his hips in a vain attempt to thrust up into her.
Donna leaned flat over him, her breasts pressing to his chest, irritated and as eager to get on with it as he was. “I said don't move.”
A shuddering breath, and he stilled as best he could, waiting impatiently and knowing he wouldn't last, at this rate. It took a hard bite on his lip to keep himself from spitting out how much he hated her in the moment.
But finally, dammit finally, she started to move over him, pivoting her hips and lifting up just enough to get that perfect friction, and Jason couldn't stop a shout of pleasure as sparks shot through him.
Donna shut him up with another kiss, feeling the same shocks rocket up her spine and relieved when he kept still. This was the only way this could happen, she knew, the only way they could communicate after all the nasty words traded between them. He needed to be reminded of just who he'd been fighting, not just her, but himself, and that all that anger could be used more constructively.
Moving steadily, she kept up a rhythm, working them both and breathing quickly, feeling his heart beneath hers, both hammering a harsh staccato as they neared the apex. She twined her tongue with his, tasted the faint remnants of cigarettes smoked before they'd left, deepened the kiss until they were almost in each other's throats, canted her hips faster and slammed back down on him harder and harder. He'd be bruised later, but she knew he wouldn't so much mind.
A shuddering moan resonated through her from deep in Jason's chest, and he shook beneath her, tensing and bringing her along with him. Her grip tightened on his wrists and her knees dug into his sides as she tensed and clenched around him, falling over the edge into release and feeling the faint, warm rush deep within her as Jay came, the world around them fading away into nothing. She rolled her hips one last time, sealing them together as tightly as she could, and collapsed on top of him, their kiss broken and cheeks pressed together, dark hair falling wild all around their heads.
A long time later, after shivering breaths and aftershocks and slow recovery of senses, Donna lifted herself up from him, slid off gently, and settled beside him on the grass, letting his wrists go at last.
Jason pulled his arms down and rubbed the sore joints, blinking over at her, dazed as he caught his breath at last and was freed from her impossible grip. He hadn't had his mind blown like that since... ever, and....
Her gaze back at him was softer now, and he suddenly felt like he should be ashamed of himself. “I... wouldn't have tried to kill you,” he admitted after a long moment, breaking their gaze. “And I don't hate you.” Fuck him for being such a goddamn liar before. He knew-had always known-that he couldn't get away with that shit with Donna. Didn't know why he'd thought it would fly now.
“That's what I thought,” Donna shot back with a hint of a smile. “I don't hate you, either, Jay. Never have.” Reaching over, she pulled him toward her, wrapping an arm around his bare shoulders. “You gonna stick around now?”
Jason nodded, pressed his forehead to hers, sweat-slick hair be damned. “Yeah,” he said quietly.
Donna couldn't help but be reminded of that day so many years ago, when they'd collapsed in the snow in the middle of a mission gone wrong, Jason's tears falling on a suit he'd only just inherited, both of them frustrated and tired and not handling the shakeup in the Titan's roster very well.
“Good,” she said then, “Because I can still put you over my knee.”
They both shook with Jason's laughter at the memory. “I was such a little shit,” he said, placing a hand around her hip gently.
“Still are, minus the 'little' part,” she quipped back.
Jason waggled his eyebrows at her, “Oh, really.”
“Not what I meant,” she rolled her eyes, before fixing him with a more serious look, knowing the thickest of walls within him had been shattered, even if others would take a lot longer. “We'll find Ray and get home soon, all right? Together.”
“Yeah,” he breathed, pulling closer into her embrace as the cool night air encroached upon them. “Yeah.”
~*~*~*~