Justice Hunter (talkwiththemoon) wrote in nextdoor_redux, @ 2012-09-10 20:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | 12.17.12, jason, jason and justice, justice |
You want painkillers, baby?
Who: Jason and Justice
What: Alone time after hunting..yeah
When: 12.17 - Monday evening
Where: Richards' rented cabin
Warning: NSFW
Jason had spent the afternoon after they came back from hunting napping in front of the picture windows in the dining room. It was a nice sunny spot and his shoulder ached from following the girls. He'd let Mateo do most of the involved chasing, but he was still sore from overdoing it. Padding into the bedroom, he shifted back to human form and put on some sweats and a henley shirt, the gone in search of an ice pack and the bottle of whiskey he'd found in the cupboard. Once he had acquired those, he settled down in the living room to nurse his sore shoulder. He had no idea where the kids or Justice were. Probably still sleeping, since they had really put their all into hunting that day. He was proud of them, especially Gracie and Ana.
Justice had been sitting in the garden beside the firepit, cradling a mug of coffee. She wasn’t tired - she hadn’t been the one hunting, after all. Just keeping an eye on them all from above. And most of the way home, she’d been hopping between the girls, sitting on their backs as they padded through the forest. It had been fun. Hearing Jason moving around in the house behind her, she drained the rest of her mug, getting to her feet and padding back inside. And promptly frowning when she saw Jason pressing an icepack to his shoulder. Yeah, she’d had a feeling that would happen. Wasn’t gonna stop him hunting, though.
“You want painkillers, baby?” She murmured, leaning over the back of the couch, looking at him upside down. “And don’t give me that ‘JD counts as a painkiller’ crap.” Leaning down, she kissed him softly, resisting the urge to say ‘i told you so’. She padded across to the kitchen, setting her mug down beside the sink and grabbing a pack of painkillers from the first aid kit on top of the fridge. Returning to the couch, she sat down beside him, her long cardigan draped around her, nearly slipping off one bare shoulder as she popped a couple of the pills out into her hand, holding them out to him.
Jason chuckled. "It does so count," he insisted, mainly because she said that. He prefered smoother whiskeys himself, but it was there, he was aching and felt like unwinding after the long, busy day. "The kids still sleeping or did they find the energy to run wild in the streets after all of that?" They were plenty safe on the reservation and they'd look after the little girls if they took them out. He looked at the pills in her hand, shaking his head. "I'm fine, baby," he assured her. "I should have iced it after we got back, but I didn't want to lose the sun." That spot by the patio door was fantastic and he knew he was going to end up fighting the girls for it the rest of their vacation. "They did really good today. Ana and Gracie, especially."
She snorted softly, laying the pills down on the table. Yeah, she wasn’t gonna win this one. And she wasn’t really in the mood to argue. “You know you could’ve gotten me to get the icepack for you?” She pointed out, arching an eyebrow. She’d shifted as soon as they’d gotten back, partly so someone with thumbs could get the doors open for the kids. Funniest part of that had been watching Mateo try to look everywhere but at his girlfriend’s stepmom, naked. He’d practically clapped his paws over his eyes. Reaching up, she ran her fingers through his hair. “You did good, too,” she grinned. “Considering you’re out of practice.” She hunted every month - Jason had to make do with a few trips a year, at most. And she wanted to see him growling. It was fun to tease him.
"I was comfy," he said, reaching over to haul Justice into his lap with his good arm and offering her the bottle. He snorted at that. "I don't hunt anymore," he reminded her. "That's not my job. My job is to protect them. I almost feel sorry for Mateo. He looked like he was about to start running in circles because he couldn't go pounce on anything." Normally, he would have followed alone, but with his bum shoulder, he was too slow to keep up with the girls. "There'll be other trips where he can maim things to his heart's content. He's lucky that skunk saw him before he saw it though. Or that would have ended badly."
Justice took a sip of the bottle, leaning back to place it on the table. “Uhuh. You were comfy. And now your shoulder hurts.” She shifted the icepack, holding it more firmly against his shoulder. “That means you’ve given up any right to complain.” She smirked just a little, leaning in to kiss him, humming softly. “Is it bad that I sort of wish it hadn’t?” She murmured. “Watching Mateo trying to get the stink out of his nose would’ve been funny.” Cruel, perhaps, and he would’ve been stuck sleeping on the porch with a heater and a pile of old blankets, but funny nonetheless. Sitting back on his lap, she ran her fingers through Jason’s hair, eyeing him consideringly. She still had a handful of beads from braiding Charlie and Gracie’s hair before they’d run off. In the pocket of her sweater, even. Tugging gently on a strand of his hair, she reached into her pocket, sliding a couple of beads into the palm of her hand. Leaning in, she kissed him again, a little more thoroughly, sliding one of the beads into his hair as she did so.
"It's nice sunny spot," he pointed out. It was a cat thing. Justice wouldn't understand. "My shoulder has hurt for the last week and a half. Pain isn't going to stop me from napping. I'm a cat, I sleep." He snickered and reached behind him for the bottle with his good arm, taking a good pull before putting the bottle back on the table. "Yeah," he said. "But he would have whined about the smell, then whined about being doused in tomato juice and vodka. And having to wait around while one of us goes to get those." Yeah, as funny as it would have been to see the jaguar felled by a skunk, it would have been a huge pain in the ass to deal with.
Jason murred was Justice started playing with his hair. Because that didn't always get him going? Pulling her tighter against his chest with his good arm, he kissed her. Pulling back, he chuckled and shook his head carefully. "What are you doing?" he asked, sounding more amused and curious than annoyed. "Not tired of playing with people's hair yet?"
“Nope,” Justice replied simply. “I never get bored of playing with your hair,” She shifted a little closer, leaning against his chest, stroking his neck with both hands as she kissed him again. Yeah, definitely never got bored of that. Breaking the kiss with a low hum, she sucked her lower lip into her mouth, grinning just a little. “And now you’re distracting me,” she murmured. Not really complaining, at all. But she sat back on his knees, taking hold of his hair, threading on a couple more beads, finishing it with one of the feathers she’d pulled loose before they went hunting, for Gracie’s hair. It stood out more against Jason’s darker hair, mixing with brunette strands as she tied the braid off, letting go of his hair.
Jason rumbled louder. He never got tired of her playing with his hair either. He wasn't completely sure about the beaded braids, but since Justice was playing with his hair, he decided it would be fun for awhile. Especially when she finished it off with one of her feathers. "Claiming me, huh?" he teased, leaning in for another kiss.
“Mhmmmm,” she murmured, grinning. “Mine,” she breathed, nipping at his lower lip. She slid both hands into his hair, tugging gently, encouraging him to tilt his head back. Trailing her lips down his jaw, she kissed his neck, sliding forward on his lap until she was pressed tightly against him. “Kids’ll be out for a while,” she breathed, nipping gently at his neck, soothing the bite with a soft kiss.
He shuddered as Justice nipped his lip, cooperating with her lolling his head back. Especially since she was pressing herself against him and kissing him. "All yours," he agreed, hand skimming down her back, stopping to squeeze her ass as she nipped his throat. His hips bucked up towards hers in response. Hopefully, they would be out a good long while.
She lifted her hands out of his hair long enough to shrug off her sweater, still kissing his neck. “You gonna let me make that official?” She asked softly, nibbling gently on his earlobe. He’d stopped her from mating with him before, when he hadn’t proposed yet. And they hadn’t had a chance to do anything since, both of them too busy to sit down and talk. Sliding her hands under his shirt, she pushed it up to his armpits, loathe to stop touching him, kissing him, long enough to get it off.
Jason paused at that. He was still nervous about that, although what Lucas had said, all of it, had helped. "You sure you want to?" he asked honestly. The fact the bond was one sided really bothered him. Even if he was Mr. Commitment. It was a permanent bond and only on her side. "Sorry, it just seems-" He looked away. "I wish you didn't need to do it, even though I understand you do. As much as I accused you of being scared and wanting to have an escape route, I don't like the idea you can't leave no matter what any more." He was probably screwing this up, but Jason had to be honest with her.
“I want to,” she said softly. She pulled down his t-shirt, sitting back and looking at him, frowning a little. “Okay, so you don’t want me to have an escape route because it shows I’m not committed enough, but you won’t let me bite you because that’s too much commitment?” Oh look, there went the mood. She picked her sweater up off the floor, shrugging it back on as she slid off his lap and got to her feet.
"That isn't what I meant," Jason protested. "Justice, listen to me. There's a great deal of difference between not moving in all the way and never, ever being able to leave no matter what. Maybe I'm being stupid and idealistic, but this isn't fucking fair. To either of us. Especially you. I understand it some, but I don't really understand. I can't. I want to be with you forever, but I wish you didn't have to do this. I believe you want to be with me. That's good enough for me." Yeah, he was screwing this up, but he didn't even know how to express how worried he was for her. How much he was dreading inevitable 'you're only with me because you have to be' arguments again. Maybe even on both sides. Jesus.
“If you believe that I wanna be with you,” Justice pointed out, folding her arms, “then what does it matter?” She stood over him, needing the height advantage right now. “I’m in this forever, Jason, it doesn’t matter if I bite you or not. I’m not walking away.” She sighed, running her fingers through her hair. “Look, you might be used to ignoring parts of your beast, but we can’t all do that. You have any idea what it’s like? When the animal inside of you is screaming at you to do something?” She held up a hand. “And if you say ‘yeah, that’s how we ended up together’, I swear to God I will smack you.” Because yeah, she didn’t need reminded of that right now. “I need to do this, baby.” She started to pace, closing her eyes as she felt them bleed to black, rolling her shoulders as if she could force the owl down inside of her.
Yeah, he knew all of that. Understood all of that. It didn't mean he had to like it. Jason stood up and grabbed Justice gently by her arms. "I know, baby," he said. "I know you need to do this. I asked Lucas about it. Well, as much as I could actually talk to him about. About what would happen if something happened to me. Because that was the thing I was the most worried about." The idea she'd go crazy if he died was something he couldn't handle. Luckily, that was one issue he didn't have to worry about. "You know what I stupid romantic idealist I am," he reminded her. "I just wish I could do the same for you. Maybe it's better this way, but it's always going to bother me. I'm sorry, but it does. And if I tell you why, you'll have every right to be pissed at me."
Justice stopped when Jason grabbed her, looking up at him. “You don’t want me to mate with you in case something happens to you?” She asked, quirking an eyebrow. Sighing, she reached up, cupping his cheek. “Baby, you really think it’s gonna make a difference whether we’re mated or not? You think I’m not gonna go crazy if you die on me and we’re not bonded?” She sighed, standing up on tiptoe and kissing him, cupping his face in both hands. “Why is it gonna bother you? Jay, I know you’d mate with me if you could.” She leant her forehead against his, still standing on tiptoe, tugging him down a little. “You asked me to wait until we were engaged. I did that.” She flashed her ring. “See? All official. All yours. I need to do this. If not now, then soon. Or it’s gonna happen anyway. And I don’t want you to regret anything. I don’t want to regret anything.”
That wasn't what he said. Jason let out a growl. "You think I of all people don't know that?" he reminded her. "No, I hated the idea that it might make you crazier than losing Jen made me. And nobody could do anything about it. That's why it bothered me." God, did she forget what losing his first wife had done to him? She was looking at the results. He knew. He knew she needed to do this. He understood. He was flattered even. "I will never regret any of this," he told her firmly. "Ever. No matter what happens. I know you're marrying me, you want to mate with me, because you love me. You want forever. I'm just-" He heaved out a long breath. "I have no idea what's bothering me." He might as well admit that, since he really wasn't sure why it bothered him so much. "I think its because it takes away your choice after this. If it were the other way around, if it was me in your place, I wouldn't hesitate. But the idea of it the way it is, it bothers the fuck out of me. I don't know why."
“I’ve already made my choice,” she murmured, looking up at him, frowning worriedly. “Whether I mate with you or not, this is it for me.” She swallowed hard. “And you are not gonna die on me. Nor me on you.” She stroked his face, her hands trailing down over his neck, coming to rest on his shoulders. “Jason, baby....” she sighed. “I’m so sorry that you lost her. But that’s not gonna be us, okay? I won’t let it.” She kissed him again, more softly this time, an almost chaste brush of lips against his. “Why does it bother you? Why’d you think it isn’t a choice for me?”
He was beginning to think they were speaking different languages. Or else he was just worse at this than he ever thought. "Yeah, and what if you change your mind?" he said. "What if-" Christ, yeah, this was going back to the old arguments. "Okay, not that I want you to change your mind. I have no idea why that worries me all of the sudden." That was a lie. He was worried about them being trapped in another one sided relationship. He wasn't touching the 'neither of us are gonna die'. They both knew better, but this wasn't the time to reiterate the point. They were cops, every time they went to work it could happen. He wasn't worried about her dying on him anymore than anyone who was in a relationship with a police officer would be. "The worst arguments I ever had with Jen, the ones that made me doubt everything, was when she insisted that I was with her because I had to be. And the ones where she said she felt trapped. I can't take that again. I want this, I want you. I don't feel trapped, no matter the circumstances. I don't want you feel that way either. Okay?"
“I’m not gonna feel trapped,” Justice insisted, frowning again. “That’s not how this works. For Christ’s sake, Jason, even getting pregnant didn’t make me feel like I wanted to mate with anyone.” She pulled out of his arms, needing the space, needing not to feel like he was holding on to her. “Why are you suddenly so against this?” She asked him, running both hands through her hair, mussing it up as she pushed it back from her face. “Don’t you want this?” And now she was getting worried. Paranoid, maybe. “How is this any different to marriage? To me moving in, cutting off my ‘escape route’.” And yes, the quote marks were practically audible there. “You wanna take this back, too?” She held up her left hand again, palm facing her.
Jason balked at that. "That's not what I meant," he said. God, yeah, totally fucking this up. "I am not suddenly against this. I have never liked the damn idea. Where did you get the idea I did? I already did a one sided commitment. I don't ever want to make you feel the way Jen made me feel." Shit, he shouldn't have said that. Because now he'd have to explain. "Marriages can end without one person going fucking insane because the other one left. That's the difference." Jason shook his head and threw up his arms. "Yeah, maybe I do. Because at least if you want to get away from me, you can."
Justice flinched, as if he’d hit her. Yeah, she really hadn’t expected him to say yes to that. “You don’t trust me not to leave,” She said softly, dropping her hand, fingers curling into a loose fist, stepping back from him. “Is that what this is about? You think I’m gonna leave, or want to. And if I’m mated to you, then I can’t. I’m not Jen, and that’s not gonna happen.” She shook her head, angry tears welling up in her eyes as she shook her head. “Fuck you, Jason. You spend so long fixating on my goddamn abandonment issues, acting like I’m the only one with problems. Fuck. You.” Turning on her heel, she walked away from him, yanking the porch door open and walking outside. She needed some fucking air.
Yeah, fucked this up good. Jason picked up the bottle of whiskey and took a drink before he followed after her. "I never said I didn't have problems," he snarled as he got close. "I was too busy trying to keep you from running away from me for what other men had done to you, I never got a chance to deal with my own damned issues." Okay, yeah, that was a bad. But it was probably partially true. "I don't think you're going to leave. I am afraid of it. Still. Okay, no. I am afraid of trapping another woman in a relationship she doesn't want. Or decides she doesn't want because I work too damned much. Fuck, I have to put a squad together when I get back. I'll see more of Jimmy than I will of you or the girls for awhile. Can we at least see how that goes before you make this permanent?" If she couldn't handle it, couldn't take it, then she could leave and there'd be no hard feelings. At least, it made sense in his head.
“If I was worried about you working too much, you don’t think that would have been an issue already?” Justice snapped, rounding on him angrily. Hell, he’d followed her, he was asking for it. “I know what this job is like. How important it is to you. Why the fuck do you think I pushed for us to go away?” She shook her head at him. “A big case comes up, we lose you for a week, a month, however long it takes. Then you come back to us. That’s how it works. I fucking get it, okay? I’m a goddamn cop, Jason, I’m not sitting at home baking cookies and waiting for you to walk through the door.” She paced back and forth, her eyes black, save for a very small rim of white at the edges, her pupils blown wide and angry. “And make this permanent? SERIOUSLY?” Okay, yeah, she was yelling now. “I moved in with you! I’m wearing your goddamn engagement ring! I’ve introduced you to my mom...what the fuck do you think permanent means?!” She shoved at his chest, voice raspy, angry with him. “Or doesn’t any of that fucking count?”
Jason stopped and stared when she said that. Yeah, the was exactly how it worked. She did get it. She really understood it. Didn't take it personally. He deserved the rest of it, although he was too stunned to put up most of a protest. He hadn't meant that the way she took it. But it didn't matter. She was right and even more important, she really did understand. He grabbed her wrists, pulling Justice to him so he could kiss her. Holding her there until she stopped fighting him. She wouldn't listen to him if she was angry. Wouldn't really hear what he was saying if she was ready to beat on him. And he did want her to misunderstand him this time.
Justice hissed as he grabbed her, fighting to twist her hands out of his grip. She fought him as he kissed her, biting harshly at his lower lip, brow furrowed, even as her eyes closed. Goddamnit, it wasn’t fair. She was angry at him, and he was trying to distract her with kisses. Spine-meltingly good kisses. She jerked her head back, glaring at him. “No,” she snapped. “You don’t get to do this. You don’t get to try and distract me from being pissed at you.”
Jason growled when she bit him, shuddering as he tasted blood in the kiss. Yeah, that was going to help not distracting either of them. He kept his grip on her wrists as she pulled away. "Then calm down and listen to me," he said. "Really listen. This is the only way I know how to get your attention when you're this pissed at me."
“Why?” She asked him, chin tilted up stubbornly. “So you can tell me again how you’re not running away, but you don’t think I should commit to you just in case? Because you can save that speech, Jason, I got the fucking picture.” Her tongue flicked over her lower lip, licking the taste of his blood from her lips, trying not to let her gaze drop to his mouth, the bead of blood she could see right in the centre of his lower lip. Practically begging to be sucked on. And yep, battle lost. She snapped her eyes back up to his, cheeks a little flushed, her eyes still black, angry.
"No," he snapped louder than he intended. "No, that isn't what I want to tell you, dammit." He couldn't wipe the blood away, since that involved letting go of Justice. So he just left it for now. "I want to say you're right. You aren't Jen. You understand better than she did. You understand me. And I love you more because of that. I'm sorry. For fucking the moment up and freaking out, but like you told me a couple of weeks ago, I want this so much it fucking terrifies me." He let go of Justice, hoping she couldn't misinterpet any of that. He hoped he was being clear now.
She sighed, leaning against the porch rail. “You’ve been telling me for months I’m not her,” she said, still angry at him, but sounding a little defeated, too. “Telling me I’ve been using it as an excuse, thinking I’ve got to compete.” She shook her head. “But you can’t keep expecting me to react the way she did, and then wonder why I get mad.” She reached up, swiping her thumb across his lower lip, smearing the blood. “God, you’re fucking frustrating,” she muttered.
Jason shook his head. "I don't wonder why you got mad," he told her. "I'm sorry. You know how bad I am about dealing with stuff that hurts me emotionally. Everything she did, everything I felt because of it, I shoved down. It came back just now. That's not your fault. It's mine." He stepped forward, close to her. "You're wrong though," he said. "There is no competition. You're better for me than she ever was. You love me even though I'm a frustrating workaholic who can't deal with his emotions. She could never handle that."
“Yeah, you’re about as good as I am about talking,” she grumbled, frowning as she wrapped her arms around his neck, looking up at him. “I love you because even though you’re a frustrating workaholic, you’re also a loving, caring father who dotes on his family. You’re a protective papa lion, I get that. And not just for your pride.” She cupped his face. “It’s why you’re a good cop. And a good man.” Kissing him, she sucked gently on his lower lip, letting out a soft hum as she pulled back. “Good job ruining the mood though,” she teased in a sarcastic drawl, just a hint of a smile on her face.
"Yeah, for all of my virtues, I've been told I'm kind of a lousy husband," he muttered, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close. He murred loudly as Justice sucked on his lip, letting out a soft wry laugh when she said that. "I don't know," he murmured. "You're pretty hot when you're angry." He'd found that out the day he met her. "Especially when you're pissed enough to bite me." Yeah, he was definitely getting back into the mood.
“Mmm, so are you,” she admitted. “Distractingly so.” She grinned just a little, sliding her fingers back into his hair, tugging gently as she kissed him. “Bring back memories, did it?” Because yeah, she’d been about ready to tear something to shreds, the first time they’d fucked. And he’d distracted her perfectly, then. She wouldn’t be averse to that kind of distraction now, but she wasn’t feeling nearly as angry.
Jason let out a loud murr at that. "Oh yeah," he agreed, good hand slipping down to squeeze her ass as he leaned down for another kiss. "I definitely want take chase you down and take a bite out of you again." God, she just had to bring that up when they were in a cabin on the edge of the woods? "You better start running now. You know what happens when I catch you, little birdie." He gave her ass a good firm swat. He was pretty sure he could encourage the fight back into her.
Justice hissed when he smacked her ass, pulling back and arching an eyebrow at him. Oh, it was like that, was it? She shrugged off her sweater, leaving her in just the tank top and sleep pants she’d pulled on when they’d gotten back from the hunt. “Who says you’re gonna catch me?” She challenged. Leaning up, she kissed him fiercely, nipping at his lower lip again before slipping out of his grasp, running full-pelt for the trees. She knew which paths most tourists and hikers took - hell, she knew these woods like the back of her hand. And more importantly, she knew exactly where the best places to have sex were. Thank you, delinquent teen years.
Oh he was going to catch her. Jason let out a hungry growl as she teased his still bleeding lip. He hopped over the railing and chased after her, letting out a rumbly laugh. He was definitely plotting what he'd do with his fiancee when he caught her
Justice just laughed at that growl, darting through the trees, slipping through gaps that she knew he couldn’t. He’d have to find the long way around. When she was far enough off the beaten path, she paused, listening out for him. Stripping off her pants, she hung them from a branch at eye level, leaving them as a marker for him to follow as she started to run again, deeper into the woods.
Oh she was making him work for it. Jason let out a chuckly growl when he caught her scent, saw her pajama pants hanging from a branch. Pulling them down, he tossed the pants over one shoulder and took off on the trail. He was tempted to switch forms, but right now it was easier to run on two legs than four. This kind of hunting, he could really get behind.
Justice laughed, hearing that chuckling growl. He was getting closer. She slowed a little more, stripping off her tank top and leaving it on another branch. She reached the clearing she’d been aiming for, wearing just her panties as she ran out into the middle of it, spinning around to face the spot where she thought he’d appear. She crossed her arms over her chest, biting her lip to try and hide a smirk.
He heard the laugh and smiled more to himself. Oh yeah, he was definitely getting close. He stopped long enough to take off his shirt. All he had on now was sweats, since he hadn't exactly planned to go anywhere. Not that he was complaining, considering where this was going now. Jason retrieved Justice's tank top and added it to the clothing he was carrying. Then she was in front of him in nothing but her panties, smirking at him like that. He kind of wanted to pounce on her like he had after that first full moon, but he knew his shoulder couldn't take that. Instead he held up her shirt and pants. "Lose something?" he teased in a low, rumbly purr.
Justice was panting softly from the running, smirking as she dropped her hands to her sides. “Oh yeah, forgot about those...” she murmured. Hooking her fingers into the sides of her panties, she tugged them off, holding them dangling from the tip of one finger. “You want these too?” She asked him, eyebrow quirking up. “To complete the set?” She prowled across the clearing towards him, a wicked sway in her steps, completely nude now.
He let out an appreciative purr as Justice took off her panties. "Actually, I'd rather have what was under them," he admitted with a low rumble. "I'm injured. You want it, come take it." Okay, so he was remembering how she'd rolled him over and basically claimed him that first time. They could definitely do that again.
Justice grinned. He wasn’t the only one remembering their first time. Hard not to, when they were in the midst of trees, grass and dead leaves crunching underfoot. It was all very familiar. Dropping her panties onto the ground, she grabbed a handful of his hair, using that grip and a hand on his good shoulder to shove him down onto the ground. She straddled him, keeping her body off of his, teasing him. “You mean like this?” She asked, her nose nearly touching his, gaze flicking between his eyes and his mouth.
Jason knew how to fall without landing on his bad shoulder. He grunted anyway, but more because she had him by his hair. Since she was insisting on teasing him, he was going to tease her back. His hands slid up her back, his fingers tangling in her hair as he pulled her face down so he could kiss her fiercely. "We're definitely getting there," he murmured, rolling his hips up towards hers. "Fuck, you're sexy."
Justice kissed back just as fiercely, tasting the faint remnants of blood in the kiss, chasing the lingering taste of alcohol in his mouth. She groaned softly as he arched his hips up, rubbing against her, shuddering gently. Her eyes were still black, hungry-looking. Shifting, she reached between them to stroke his cock, holding it steady as she sank down swiftly, crying out. “You too,” she rasped, shifting her hands to his shoulders, barely remembering not to lean on his bad shoulder.
She tasted just as good. Jason growled into the kiss, letting out a cry of his own when Justice all but impaled herself on his cock. Fuck yes, that was what he wanted. At this point, he wasn't feeling any pain. Not with her riding him like that. His hands moved up her back, nails sharper than usual as his own beast rose up. Grabbing onto her shoulders, he helped her move up and down on his cock harder and faster.
She hissed when he grabbed her shoulders, his nails pricking her skin. Her own fingers curled, talons sinking into his shoulders almost in reflex, holding onto him just as tightly. She didn’t need any encouragement to fuck him harder, faster. She was already breathless, hungry for more. Raking the nails of one hand down his chest, she bowed her head, licking at the bright spots of blood that welled up in the wake of her scratches.
Jason let out an inhuman roar when Justice raked her talons down his chest. Fuck, that was good. His grip on her shoulders tightened, nails digging into her skin more. He rumbled loudly as Justice leaned over and licked the bloody trail she'd left on his skin. Shoving his hips up towards her harder and faster. He would have reversed their position, but he still had enough of his mind to know his shoulder couldn't take it.
Groaning, Justice trailed her lips up to his, kissing him fiercely, crushing their mouths together as she rode him, grinding her hips in a circle against his. She tugged roughly on his lower lip, caught between her teeth, barely remembering not to bite down, not to draw blood. Breaking the kiss, she pushed herself upright, riding him harder, faster, slamming her body down against his.
Considering she'd already bit open his lip once, she probably didn't need to do it again. Jason could taste his own blood in the kiss already, mixing with the taste of her. He shuddered and growled, arching into Justice. When she broke the kiss and sat back, he let go of her and used his good arm to pushing himself upright. Wrapping the fingers of his other hand into Justice hair, he pulled her face towards his for another hungry kiss. Then he moved his mouth to her shoulder and bit down. He needed to taste her blood along with his own. Jason shuddered hard, fingers tightening in her hair. He was getting close, aching to come. It was so fucking good.
Justice screeched when he bit her shoulder, flinging her head back. “Baby,” she snarled warningly, rocking her hips against his. “Keep my head back or I’m gonna bite you.” After the fight they’d just had, there was no way in hell she was risking it. Not until Jason was ready, too. She grabbed at his shoulders, his back, raking her nails over his skin, not caring whether she was leaving marks, breaking skin. Her eyes were solid black now, voice a rough rasp as her self-control ran ragged, ripped away by the scent of him, the way he snarled and bit and clawed at her. It had never been this good, with anyone.
She'd won that argument. Convinced him. Jason growled against her skin, shuddering. Letting go of her hair as a pointed gesture, he let out another roar as she raked her nails down his back. Fuck it, he was ready. Past ready. He'd been stupid about it, holding back the same damned way he'd accused her of. He was done holding back. "Then bite me," he rumbled against her skin, rolling his hips against hers pointedly. God, he wanted her to bite him. For more than one reason.
Groaning, she blinked, trying to clear her head. “You sure?” she asked, voice rough, thready. God, he’d better be fucking sure. She reached up, grabbing a hold of his hair, pulling it away from his neck. She bowed her head, breathing him in for a moment, giving him time to say no, to pull her away. But he didn’t. Taking a breath, she bit down, letting out a muffled shriek as she came, her muscles clenching around his cock, teeth breaking skin, his blood filling her mouth.
He was beyond fucking sure. Jason tilted his head back, giving her better access as his answer. He let out a breathy growl as he felt Justice's breath on his neck, shuddering hard. He could feel her tightening around him in anticipation. He was hanging on the edge himself and knew this would push them both over. The roar he let out when he came, when she bit down, echoed through the trees around them. His nails bit deep into the skin of her shoulder as he held her there through it. Christ, why had he been resisting this again?
Justice’s shriek would have been just as loud, just as desperate, if it hadn’t been muffled by his skin. She had to force herself to let go, to loosen the grip her hands hand on him. Still shaking, she slumped against him, licking at the bitemark. She closed her eyes, sighing in relief as her owl fell quiet, dormant within her. She hadn’t realised how unsettled she’d felt, how much she’d needed this. Not until now, the realisation only coming with the contrast. She clung to Jason, winding arms and legs around him as tightly as she could, loathe to let go of him even for a moment.
Jason pushed himself all the way to sitting, so he could wrap his arms around her. He was still shaking, still coming down, but he could feel how calm Justice was now. He turned his face into her cheek, nuzzling her with a soft rumble before he pressed a kiss to her skin. Yeah, he wasn't keen on the idea of moving an inch either. Not yet.
Justice smiled at that soft rumbling purr, turning her face towards him, nuzzling his cheek in turn. She ran her fingers through his hair, pulling back far enough to meet his lips with hers. She kissed him slowly, sucking gently on his lower lip, her fingertips running over her bitemark, gently. Her fingers trailed slowly along his shoulder, down over the nailmarks she’d left, smearing faint tracks of blood across his back. “Gonna need a shower when we get in,” she murmured muzzily, still leaning most of her weight against him.
He let out another purr into the kiss, shuddering as Justice stroked her hands down his back, smearing blood. "I needed a shower anyway," he reminded her. He had let the kids have it after their hunt and just opted for napping. Next year when they went hunting again, he was getting a cabin with two bathrooms. Having one with with eight people was crazy. "I love you," he murmured, chuckling at how mellow Justice was now. "So all I had to do to get you to relax was let you bite me, huh?" Really, he'd never seen her like this. It made him feel a lot better about the whole deal, really. She was happy, really happy.
“Mmm, true,” she murmured, stealing another soft kiss. “Love you too,” she replied, smiling as she nuzzled her nose against his. The closest she’d been to this had been after the full moon, when he’d fucked her from behind, bitten the nape of her neck to hold her still - taken her like an owl would, in other words. But even that didn’t compare to how she felt now. How right this felt. “Yep,” she answered, ducking her head to nose at his throat, cuddling in against him with a happy hum. “Bite and fuck, pretty much all it takes.” Okay, that was a gross over-simplification, but still. It definitely left her all boneless and content. She wasn’t thinking about anything else, wasn’t worrying about the kids, about work. She was enjoying the moment, for the first time in a while.
She hadn't even been this happy then. "I'll remember that," he chuckled between kisses, rumbling deep in his chest. "Am I gonna have to carry you back tonight too?" Not that he couldn't, even with one good arm. Justice was light, although right now she might have well been a dead weight against him. Unfortunately with the sun setting, the chilly night air was starting to make goosebumps rise on his skin. If he was getting cold, then Justice would be freezing in a minute. "We need to remember to save sex in the woods for summer," he grumbled as he kissed her again. "We should get back to the cabin before you freeze to death."
“Maybe,” Justice admitted, closing her eyes and nuzzling into him more. She was starting to shiver a little, from cold rather than the mindblowingly hot sex. “Don’t wanna move,” she mumbled, still clinging to him. And then a cold gust of wind made her shiver again. Damn. Sighing, she pulled back, looking around for her panties. She slid off of his lap to pull them on, groaning as her muscles complained. “Screw the shower, I’m having a bath when we get back,” she murmured. She tugged on her tank top and pajama pants, then sat cross-legged, trying to convince her body to get up, get to her feet. But moving was far too much effort right now.
Jason let out a growl as she moved off of him to get dressed. Yeah, he wasn't happy about moving either. He grabbed his sweats and henley from the pile of clothing and put them on. His shoulder was really unhappy with him now. "A bath sounds good," he said, offering his good hand to her. "With bubbles even." He could use a good soak about now himself. Especially with the way she'd torn him up with her nails.
Justice got to her feet with a low groan, taking a moment to stretch. “God. Bubblebath. How long before the kids start hammering on the door, though?” She asked, arching an eyebrow. Because yeah, one bathroom in the house meant it was a little difficult to hog it for long. She kept her fingers twined with his, needing that closeness right now. Leaning her head against his bicep for a moment, she squeezed his hand. “C’mon, baby,” she murmured. “Let’s go get warm.” She led him back towards the cabin, keeping a firm hold of him, feeling that need to be close, to keep touching. She’d do that as long as he let her.