DA Meadow: The Sinner and the Sadist (A Jason Todd/Red Hood Fanfiction) BOOK 1

Twenty Three: Work

It's a familiar feeling.

Cheek to cheek, pressed into the pillow beneath my head. An arm underneath my waist and resting just over it. Legs tangled with mine. 

My hands are curled against his chest. He's breathing evenly and softly. So; he's still asleep.

I smile slightly, enjoying the moment. We didn't really talk last night- I was watching TV when he climbed back through my window- but being so near to him again felt good.

Off in the distance, outside of my bedroom, I hear multiple crashes and the sound of footsteps. Before I can pull away or yell out, my bedroom door opens.

"Venny, we've got the best n-...Holy shit!"

"Ginger, get out!" I yell, pulling away so I don't deafen Jason. He frowns but doesn't open his eyes.

"What about us?" I hear Taylor's voice. I turn slightly, to see him, Nicky, Telysha and Angel at my door. 

"Out!" I snap. They scuffle out the door and close it. I sigh and squeeze my eyes shut, burying my face into the mattress and pulling away from Jason.

"You have a lot of friends," he comments. His voice sounds so utterly, perfectly sexy from being asleep.

"They're idiots... but yeah, they're important," I mumble into the sheet tiredly. He laughs, moving to drape an arm over my waist. I shuffle closer.

"I'm s-sorry, we were supposed to talk," he struggles out. This must be extremely awkward for him. No wonder why. He's probably never had to talk about this.

Wait.

"Have you ever had a girlfriend before?" I ask, grinning and leaning my hand on my elbow. He frowns in thought for a moment.

"Kalie doesn't count?"

"Nope."

"Two girls I went on a date each with in high school?"

"No."

"Then no, I haven't."

He rests his hands behind his head. I nod slowly, laying on my back and staring at the roof. Wow. He's so unbelievably attractive, it's crazy that he's never been in a relationship.

"Where... does this even go from here?" He mumbles. A relationship, you dick.

"Where do you want it to go?" I ask.

"Where do you want it to go?" He replies.

Oh my God.

"Somewhere," I reply absent-mindedly. He's watching me silently for a while. I feel something deep down; something negative, like I know what he's about to say.

"You know I can't do that," he says softly, almost a whisper. "With the Hood...you could get hurt. You've got a busy life, I do. We just...wouldn't work."

I want to protest, but he's right. I work all day, he works all night. We're on pretty opposite sides of the law. He's rough-as-guts but I adore the finest of things.

"You're right," I answer, looking at him and giving a simple smile. I lean over and kiss him gently, gracing his cheek with my fingertips. 

"I'll...I'll see you around," he says, before sitting up and turning away. I take a deep breath and sink back into the pillows, closing my eyes as he gets dressed.

I hear him grab his helmet from the floor. He stops, silent for a moment. I open my eyes and glance at him. He's watching me carefully, like he wants to say something.