4 and 38 with Jason for sensory prompts pwease Ivy?

writingtheworks:

“Napping in sunshine.” – 4 

“A person’s weight as they lie on top of you.” – 38

These are some GOOD ones, tash!! 

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Jason hummed, softly. His whole body felt like it had been blown up, beaten half to death, dumped in some acid, then beaten to shit all over again. Well, he always felt that way. The beaten to shit part was just tonight’s bonus.

He’d returned at dawn. That was normal for him, yeah, as Jason’s patrols always started at eight and ended at four in the mourning. He knew that they were Bruce’s patrols too—that schedule had been ingrained in his head since he was a kid, and he hated it. But he still kept too it, for some god-forsaken reason.

Of course, the night was too grueling. So he stripped off as much as he could, hit the floor of the living room and sat there for a couple minutes while the sun rose. He wasn’t exactly sure when you joined him or where you came from, but suddenly hands were skimming across his face and arms, kisses laid against the scars on his bare chest.

“Hello, Jason,” you murmured. A pair of lips found their way to his ear. “Rough night?”

Jason sighed through his nose, face fixing. “More like rough year.”

“Oh, baby,” you cooed. As gently as you could, you leant into his chest, wrapping your arms around his waist and nuzzling into his shoulder. “Come here, I’ll fix it. Promise.”

The warm weight of another person on Jason’s chest was as healing as the sun, painting its rays across your face in a way that made Jason sigh. He shut his eyes and sunk into the warmth after a night of freezing breeze. The sun melted on top of them, tucking them in to the lullaby of their own breathing.

“Love you,” Jason whispered, barely loud enough to hear.

Your eyes fluttered shut, a smug smile gracing your face. “I know.”