My Boyfriend is a Dead Roman Hero | Jason Grace

I Fake Die Apparently

It's all fun and games being the main character, until you're expected to be the main character.

Seriously, though, these gods need to stop trying to get her grounded. And after all that work she put into distracting Hedge for the night, too.

Julie's happily sprawled out across one of the armchairs, lips locked with Jason's in the control room the night they pull into Croatia. Are they meant to be on watch? Maybe. But, in their defense, they did at least take the time to switch on the scanners before getting...sidetracked.

Julie winds her fingers through Jason's hair, pulling him flush against her as she sighs happily against his lips. She feels him smile into the kiss, scar tickling at her cupid's bow. A callused thumb swipes across the base of her ribs, warm through the thin layer of her CHB tank top. Julie shivers underneath him and winds an elbow behind his head, trying to close every millimeter of space between them.

Jason laughs at her attempt to basically fuse their faces together, and Julie pouts as he disconnects their lips and pulls away slightly to meet her eyes.

"We're going to get in trouble," He whispers.

Julie grins up at him, enjoying the taste of his breath on her tongue as they share the air between them. "Scared?" She teases.

Jason raises an eyebrow. "Of an angry Coach Hedge? Yeah, kinda."

"Praetor Grace," Julie gasps with a smirk. "Afraid of a satyr in a baseball cap? Aren't you meant to be some kind of hero?"

"According to some people," He shakes his head with a smile and runs a hand through Julie's hair. She practically purrs and nuzzles into it. "Sometimes, I'm not really feeling up to the challenge, though."

Julie's face turns fond rather than teasing. She reaches for him as well, running the tips of her fingers across the scar in his lip. The skin there feels taught, but soft. She bumps their noses together. "Well, I can't claim I'm not a challenging person to date, but...I don't think I have a lot of requirements for you here, hero boy. I think you have enough to worry about as it is."

Her words seem to touch Jason deeply (she means emotionally, get your head out of the gutter). His blue eyes widen a bit, mouth parting against her hand. Julie quirks an eyebrow at him.

"What? What'd I sa-OUCH!"

Jason leaps off of her, backing all the way to the other side of the control room. "I'm so sorry! Are you okay? I don't know what-I didn't mean to...I'm so sorry." He rambles, cheeks pale and horror splashed across his face.

Julie pops her stinging fingers into her mouth and shakes her head. "I'm good. It's okay," She assures him around the wounded digits. With a wince, she pulls them back in front of her to observe the damage. "Dang, dude, you got me good," She laughs.

Jason looks like he's going to cry. He takes in the pink, blistering burns blooming on her pointer and middle fingers like he's looking down on her casket. Julie shoots him a soft smile.

"Hey, I'm okay. I promise," She soothes. When he doesn't react, Julie lifts off the chair and crosses to stand in front of him with a cheeky smile. "So, this is what they mean when they say 'sparks fly,' then."

Head still bowed, Jason glances up at her.

"Would you say you find me...electric?"

A twitch of his lips. Julie doubles down.

"I knew you were hot, Jason. Maybe I'm okay with a burn or two," She snickers, eyebrows wiggling up and down. "You know, as long as it comes from you."