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schizoauthoressTitle: Zealous
Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: none
Warnings: implied sex
Prompt: DC Comics, Jason Todd/Cassandra Cain, something about his scent turns Cass a little crazy.
Word Count: 224
Summary: Cass can't curb her enthusiasm for Jason. (Set during their time in Hub City)
Zealous
It doesn't make any sense. Cass presses her cheek to Jason's neck, breathes in his scent, and feels her heart speed up. Heat coils under her skin and she can't resist the urge to taste him -- he responds, as always, with mouth and hands -- kisses and touches and that particular sexy little smirk that's for her alone.
There are several separate smells that make up Jason's scent, and none of them have this specific effect on her alone. The smell of leather reminds her of the Batcave; the cigarette smoke and gun oil of fighting the street punk segment of Gotham's criminal population. Under that, there's something unique and a little bit sweet, like apples and fallen leaves, most of the times counterbalanced with the salt tang of his sweat, clean and earthy.
Jason holds her close afterward; Cass breathes him in and settles happily against him.
"Not that I'm complaining, gorgeous... but what brought that on?" Jason asks, his tone colored with the usual sardonic amusement.
She's not sure if he'll understand, and she thinks that anyway it's a little unusual, so she mumbles, "You know you're sexy..."
And he laughs. His arms tighten around her briefly and he kisses the top of her head. "Can't resist me, huh?"
"Sometimes yes. Sometimes no."
"Got no problem with that," Jason replies happily.
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An old ficlet that I couldn't extend, and I figured I ought to post it.
Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: none
Warnings: implied sex
Prompt: DC Comics, Jason Todd/Cassandra Cain, something about his scent turns Cass a little crazy.
Word Count: 224
Summary: Cass can't curb her enthusiasm for Jason. (Set during their time in Hub City)
Zealous
It doesn't make any sense. Cass presses her cheek to Jason's neck, breathes in his scent, and feels her heart speed up. Heat coils under her skin and she can't resist the urge to taste him -- he responds, as always, with mouth and hands -- kisses and touches and that particular sexy little smirk that's for her alone.
There are several separate smells that make up Jason's scent, and none of them have this specific effect on her alone. The smell of leather reminds her of the Batcave; the cigarette smoke and gun oil of fighting the street punk segment of Gotham's criminal population. Under that, there's something unique and a little bit sweet, like apples and fallen leaves, most of the times counterbalanced with the salt tang of his sweat, clean and earthy.
Jason holds her close afterward; Cass breathes him in and settles happily against him.
"Not that I'm complaining, gorgeous... but what brought that on?" Jason asks, his tone colored with the usual sardonic amusement.
She's not sure if he'll understand, and she thinks that anyway it's a little unusual, so she mumbles, "You know you're sexy..."
And he laughs. His arms tighten around her briefly and he kisses the top of her head. "Can't resist me, huh?"
"Sometimes yes. Sometimes no."
"Got no problem with that," Jason replies happily.
****
An old ficlet that I couldn't extend, and I figured I ought to post it.