#also this might be the third or fourth or fifth sleepy drabble i've written for this man...

[harbours-lighthouse]

"Jason, you're crushing me."

The heavy pile of warmth sitting on top of your chest grumbles, the sound vibrating through you and reaching like a hand to shake your heart.

With a heavy smile pulling at your lips, you whisper, "What was that?"

You brush your nose against Jason's scalp, breathe in the mint-white scent of his shampoo.

"I said," Jason says, lifting his face only a little from your neck, enough so that you can hear him. "That you like it."

"You're ridiculous."

"And terrible," he adds for you. "You said that last week."

"It's still true. I mean, you licked my hand."

"So?"

"Like a child."

"So?"

You push out a long sigh and feel Jason mimic you. His back arches like a cat's as his lungs fill with air, before deflating like a balloon. You feel the shift of his body beneath your hands, the coils of muscle loosening as he settles like water.

For a while, you let the silence stretch, feel the beast of a man tighten his grip around your waist. Outside, you can hear the rush of the afternoon traffic, and the pigeons sitting on the windowsill cooing.

Your fingers move to card through Jason's hair, and if it were possible, Jason melts further into you like butter. Warm skin pressed against yours, his nose digging into the meat of your neck.

"Feels good," he murmurs, voice thick like gravel.

You hum softly, not wanting to say anymore so that the villain vigilante might drift into a sun-kissed slumber.

"Love you, Jay."

His own three-worded devotion is whispered into your skin, before he dips into oblivion.

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