(Dc Jason Todd) Wrong Number

The Best Way To Say I'm Sorry

***** Heads up guys this chapter is a very graphic sex scene*****

** needless to say it contains mature content and material**

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"Should I ask what they are?" I huff.

I know where this is going. I know that look, and to say that I don't like it would be a lie. I remember those eyes, the ones that make me want to crawl out of my skin, or freeze in place. The ones I saw during a breakfast a while back. The ones I saw in a hot dark room filled with loud music. With his hand on my hip and head dipped low to mine.

"You only get to know one of them- and you should remember how." He smirks.

There it is. That click. My body relaxes while I look at him. Not looking away from those sharp blue green eyes. It's the sound of his voice when he's being cocky, I hate how nice it sounds. I lower my coffee mug from my lips, watching my hands while I put it down on the counter top. I feel him watching me. I feel like a mouse faced with a cat who likes to play with it's food.

"Ah, I do. But I'm pretty sure you didn't have anything to say verbally." I hum as I feel him drifting closer to me. I look back up at him without lifting my head.

"You'd be right," He says quietly.

"Then talk to me the same way you did before." I say looking at him now, turning my head to him.

There's a familiar heaviness to the air around us. I don't flinch when he grabs me by the collar of the hoodie and pulls me into a kiss. His over hand snaking to the back of my neck and holding me steady. I hear his sharp inhale through his nose as he kisses me. Like this is something he's needed for a while. And the taste is so sweet. Not just for him too. The coffee taste left on his lips is sweet. He hums in satisfaction.

I have to take a breath because of the sound. It vibrates through his chest and in his throat. When we kiss again it's with parted lips and hands in each others hair. I don't know if I slid myself onto the counter or if he picked me up, but I end up sitting on it. Legs wrapped around him to keep him close. There's something nice about his calloused hands when he runs them over my skin. It's something that makes me want to shiver a little. He runs one under my hoodie and shirt to the small of my back to press me flush against him. His wide frame engulfing me.

He gets impatient. Fingers curling against my skin to find a better grip. Kiss becoming more powerful, and much more desperate from some relief. And the hot breath that he pants out between kisses sends goose bumps over my skin. He's fighting primal instincts I can tell, it's like he has to stop himself just for a moment.

That's not what I want. If this was happening I wanted all of him. So I push him. I shift my hips forward against his and grind. He takes in a breath and and the  growl that spills from his lips and into my mouth makes me smirk. The hand on my back moves to my hip as he grinds back against me, his on hand putting itself in my hair and pulling on it to have control. I can feel how hard he's getting through his sweatpants and grind down hard against his dick just to hear him moan again.

He pulls my hair in reply, hisses, and chuckles instead as he goes to kiss my neck.

"Do that again and I'm fucking you over the kitchen counter Milou." He growls amused.