𝐉𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐘 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐, jasonette

xiv. 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

If Marinette was being honest, she didn't really take much notice of it the first time it happened. If she was being even more honest, it probably had been a thing for a long, long time but she'd chosen to never acknowledge it. Marinette was well-aware of how much effort it took a person to be good at something—especially because of her own experiences as an upcoming fashion designer. So, it only made sense that she would be impressed when someone achieved something at a high level.

The turned-on part threw her into a loop though.

Jason and Marinette hadn't been seeing each other long—just about a few weeks. As was to be expected in Gotham, their relationship began with a simple one-night stand and progressed from there. Up till, well, last week, their relationship had been purely physical, but now it was in the transition stage to something more of the just-enjoying-each-other's company stage.

It was a nice thing Marinette would admit, to sit in her boyfriend's apartment, his head in her lap and just talk about anything and everything. She was more comfortable with him than she had ever been with anybody else in her life—something she hadn't forced herself to think about for longer than a few seconds.

She and Jason were sitting in comfortable silence, each left to their own devices. Jason, with his head in her lap, was reading a book while Marinette stroked her hand through his hair, scrolling through Instagram aimlessly. Her interest was sparked when Chloe tagged her in a new post.

The video was labelled as Marinette felt confident up till the first question LMAO.

Marinette tapped on it curiously, wondering what the hell Chloe was talking about now. The video had captions so she played it silently. It was some sort of quiz show, and the first question was simple: a question about the Justice League. Jason had told Marinette enough about it for her to answer with ease. The second one, on the other hand, threw Marinette into a loop and she let out a soft snort when she understood what Chloe's comment meant.

"What's up?" Jason asked curiously, looking at her over his book.

"Nothing," Marinette said, shaking her head. "Just some quiz show Chloe tagged me in. Like, who could possibly know those answers?" Marinette laughed softly as the video continued to play.

"What are they?" Jason asked, flipping a page of his book.

Marinette raised an eyebrow at him, but nonetheless complied, rewinding back to the second question. "What countries made up the original Axis powers in World War II?"

Jason didn't even look up from his book. "Germany, Italy and Japan."

The video confirmed his answer and Marinette looked up at him, stunned. It wasn't much of a shock that she didn't know the answer—history and science had never been her forte anyway, but what was a shock was the familiar flip her stomach did at his answer.

"When Walt Disney was a child, which character did he play in his school function?"

"Peter Pan."

Marinette blinked hard. Jason did mention that he loved classics, so maybe that was it. Marinette nearly managed to convince herself that, right up until the timer ran out and the host confirmed his answer.

"Now for our next category," the host announced, "Geography."

Jason snorted, like it was easy, and Marinette felt her skin prickle at the thought.

"Which country borders 14 nations and crosses 8 time zones?"

"Russia," Jason said dismissively, and Marinette stared at him with her jaw open. Her stomach whirled as his answer was correct, once again, her heartbeat began to pound.

"The ancient Phoenician city of Constantine is located in what modern-day Arab country?" Marinette didn't even understand what that question meant.

"Algeria," was the one-word answer, and Marinette was staring openly at Jason now. He still hadn't looked up from his book.

"Apple Inc. was founded by three people: Steve Jobs and Steve Wozniak and who was the last person?"

"Ronald Wayne," and whoops that does it. Marinette threw her phone and with moves, she didn't even know she had, she somehow managed to manoeuvre herself and Jason until she was in his lap.

"What?" Jason asked with concern, his book lying in a heap on the ground.

"That," Marinette said, pressing a hard kiss to his lips. "Was really hot."

Jason opened his mouth—no doubt to ask another question—but Marinette used the opportunity to slip her tongue into his mouth, digging her hands into his hair. A few seconds later, Jason pulled away, laughing.

"What?" Marinette demanded frustratedly.

"I'm so confused," he said with an amused smile on his face. "What exactly is happening?" Marinette shifted uncomfortably, a dark stain appearing on her cheeks and Jason tightened her grip on his waist, clarifying, "Not that I'm complaining, obviously, but, you know."

Marinette buried his head into her neck, sucking at his sweet spot repeatedly to distract him from her embarrassment.

"You're smart," she muttered finally, in answer to his question. It wasn't news to her per se—Marinette had seen Jason enough times with a textbook and adorable glasses on his face. But. Knowing that and seeing it were two very different things.

"I'm, well," Jason hesitated, "I'm okay. Not as good as Tim."

Apparently, the universe wasn't done with Marinette today, because right on cue, her phone came back with another question. "Mount Erebus which is the second-highest volcano in Antarctica was the first ascent by whom?"

Marinette stared at Jason with her breath in her throat.

He had the ability to turn a little red as he murmured, "Edgeworth David in 1908."

"Oh my god," Marinette said, looking at him with wonder and reverence in her eyes. "That's like—oh my god, I can't get over it—"

"Are you sure you're okay over there?" Jason asked with a stupid amused grin on his face.

Marinette crushed their mouths back together, pushing him back onto the couch, tangling their limbs together.

Pulling away to gasp for air, Marinette repeated, "Smart."

Jason smirked at her, sharp and beautiful. "Is that, like, a thing with you or something?" he asked, laughter clear in his voice.

"No," Marinette lied, emphatically and immediately. "Shut up."

She pressed her lips to his again, before Jason could retort back.