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You giggle breathlessly into the unbreakable kiss Jason had brought you into thirty minutes ago. His hands caress your hips like it’s his lifeline while your fingers twirl around tufts of his dark hair. Unconsciously shifting in your position, you brush over his clothed crotch, making him groan and grip your sides hard. Something ignites in you at his touch, pushing your body incredibly closer to his.
Faintly in the distance, pattering footsteps against the floorboards approach the hallway. Unfortunately, neither of you hear the inevitable coming due to your heavy sighs and lips smacking against one other’s.
Suddenly, the room door dramatically swings ajar as if it were palace gates opening for the arrival of royalty.
“Oh, little wing! We need ext— oh my god!”
Your mouths part unwillingly and Jason pulls you to his chest instinctively to protect you from Dick’s sight, crankily grumbling. Simultaneously, his built back faces you both, but he’s still rooted by the doorway.
Your boyfriend’s voice booms, “Dickhead!”
“I don’t think I’m ever gonna get used to this,” Dick brings up a hand to soothe the headache manifesting in real time for him. He huffs into the corridor he just came from.
“And for as long as you’ve been together, you’d think to lock the door, no?”
You move your head from side to side as you consider his words, forehead brushing against Jason’s collarbone. “He has a point.”
Dick throws his hands up, his aggravation only amplifying as he does. “Thank you!”
A hand that was resting on your waist comes up to very gently swat the back of your head. It does no actual damage, but your head still shoots up from the comfort of his proximity and you scoff in disbelief.
Jason gives you a look. “Don’t encourage him.”
The same hand snaps twice behind you to get his brother’s attention. Your face is still heated from embarrassment, but you will yourself to separate from Jason for everyone’s sake, smoothly removing yourself from his lap. He surprisingly has no qualms, more focused on telling off the person who disturbed his alone time with you. That, and you also wish to watch the mess unfold firsthand.
Dick tentatively shuffles before assuming the position of facing you both. He lets out a sigh of relief, visibly deflating.
Jason points at him with vigor reserved for his siblings, “And you need to learn how to knock. First, you make a fist, right? And then, you lift it to the door, and—“
“Alright, alright. I know how to knock.”
“Then remember how to next time.”
He rolls his eyes, completely disregarding his younger brother’s snarkiness. “Anyway, before I was rudely interrupted, I was going to say that we need extra hands for dinner. Come down when you’re… done.”
The door promptly shuts. You can clearly hear Dick’s footfalls this time without the distraction you had earlier. He’s barely out of earshot when you break out into a teasing grin. You start mindlessly playing with his locks again as if nothing had happened, zoning out on his wisps of white hair.
“Y’know, he could’ve caught us in a worse position.”
He buries his head in your neck, his exhale causing chills to run through your entire body. “I wish we were in one out of spite.”
A relevant memory pops up in your head; you’re quite eager to share your reminiscing with Jason. “Do you think Dick knew you snuck me in here when we were way younger?”
Blinking at the sudden throwback, his eyes dart around the ceiling, really thinking about it. Jason pulls you back into his lap as he squints at nothing in particular, “I think he got a whiff of your perfume, but that was it. I’m surprised I didn’t get shit for it, actually.”
Your nose scrunches, recalling the time you had to crawl under Jason’s bed under three seconds.
“Thank god for Alfred because if it were mine instead, I know it would’ve been dusty as hell down there.”
“I remember your poor excuse of a bed. I would not have fit under there.” You both chuckle at the thought of trying to hide him from your family in your teen years. He makes no effort to get a move on despite the mood completely shifting. You initiate it because you know he won’t.
“We better go.”
He doesn’t let go of you.
“Yup.”
You sigh. “…We’re not going downstairs any time soon, are we?”
“Of course not, sweetheart.”