Home {Iris}

[jasonwright]

 After the rescue boats arrived, Iris and Jason, along with every other survivor rescued from the island, were taken to SC Memorial. It was only after he saw Iris fall asleep from the medication that Jason allowed himself to be taken away by doctors. They took x-rays to make sure the cut hadn't gone too deep and damaged anything more than just his skin. Satisfied his stitches were well done and all he needed was rest, the doctors gave Jason a bed and knocked him out for the evening. Once he woke up, they re-wrapped his bandages and released Jason. 

He's been awake for about an hour now, waiting outside Iris' room as the doctors do their final checks before they're willing to release her. He's nervous, drumming his fingers against the frame of the hospital door. He just wants Iris to walk out of that room, cast on her foot, and pain free. He just wants to get her home, because she needs to be home. 

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[jasonwright]

"I'm pretty sure you're right." He presses a kiss under her jaw. "What would you tell me to do then?"

[littleredsiren]

Iris hums thoughtfully, trying not to groan at his kisses. "Probably to kiss me, first, but it seems you're already doing that. Well done," she teases. "You're an overachiever."

[jasonwright]

"That's probably the first time I've been called that," he chuckles, nuzzling her neck. Jason honestly can't stop touching her right now.

[littleredsiren]

She squirms, trying not to giggle at the feeling of his beard tickling her neck. "Well, you can add that to your list of achievements then. 'Overachiever in siren girlfriend's opinion'," she laughs, playing with the ends of his hair.

[jasonwright]

The feeling of her hands in his hair makes Jason smile even brighter. "I'll add that to my resume. Though I'm not really sure what kind of job is looking for that kind of recommendation." He presses a kiss to her neck, sighing softly.

[littleredsiren]

"The job of boyfriend to a siren? I'd hire you," Iris teases, kissing his temple as her fingers drift down his back.

[jasonwright]

"That sounds like a pretty awesome job. Are there benefits?" He sits up on his elbows, looking at Iris like she's the only person in the world.

[littleredsiren]

"A few... I mean, there's this nice comfy bed. And she likes to cook, so you'll probably always be well fed," she grins, leaning up and kissing him. "Oh, and kisses, obviously. You have to be careful with those though. They can make her lose her head a little."

[jasonwright]

"I think I can handle that." He smiles as she kisses him. "Is there an interview process?"

[littleredsiren]

"Well of course. There are two questions. One: Are you named Jason?" she asks, giving him a silly little grin and reaching up to cup his face, thumbs running over his jaw.

[jasonwright]

He shivers a little at her touch and nods. "My name is Jason, yes."

[littleredsiren]

She tugs him closer, so their lips are almost touching, but no t quite. "Good," she breathes against his lips. "And are you going to kiss me?"

[jasonwright]

He catches his breath, his eyes drifting from hers down to her lips. "I'm going to kiss you a lot," he admits, smiling as he closes the gap between them and kisses her slowly.

[littleredsiren]

Iris sighs against his lips, thumbs tracing lines over his cheeks as she kisses back enthusiastically. She tugs him down a little closer, wanting to feel the weight of his body against hers.

[jasonwright]

Pressing against her, Jason's hand slides down to her thigh, rubbing light circles over her skin. He deepens the kiss, enjoying every breath of hers. It feels like forever since they last touched like this and he doesn't want to stop anytime soon.

[littleredsiren]

Iris shivers against him, hands reaching up to tangle in his hair as she kisses him hungrily. The places where his hand touches her thigh tingle pleasantly and it's hard to focus on anything but the feelings he's bringing out in her.

[jasonwright]

He moans softly into her lips, her hands in his hair feeling like home. His hand moves up her thigh, brushing inside her leg. His brain has shut off anything that isn't related to Iris, wanting nothing more than to lose himself in her touch.

[littleredsiren]

Her breath catches, chest tightening with desire as his hand moves higher and her nightgown hitches up. Her mind feels like its racing and going impossibly slow at the same time, completely consumed by him, and his touch, and his scent, and the taste of him on her lips. Its all she can do to keep breathing between heated kisses and the gentle touch of his hair curling around her fingers.

[jasonwright]

He's motivated by her breath, his hand slipping her nightgown higher as he feels along her thigh, up to her hip where his thumb rubs the skin there. He wants to know her and it's all he can do not to run his hands all over her body. He breaks the kiss, hovering over Iris to look at her lovingly. He can't explain the feeling that's taken over, he's never felt it before and he can't put it into words, not now. So he kisses the corner of her mouth, pressing his hips against hers.

[littleredsiren]

Iris can't help the moan that slips out as she feels him press against her. Her whole body is warm and her heart is pounding out a beat she's sure is loud enough to hear as she presses back against him. She runs her hands down his back, fingers skimming down over the little dimples and then back up to his shoulders, over and over.

[jasonwright]

Her moan echos in Jason's ears, heat and desire overcoming him. He shivers as her hands explore his back and he moves his own hand from her hip over the hem of her underwear. He's hyperaware of every place on her body he touches even as his mind becomes completely hazy and unclear.

[littleredsiren]

It's almost painful how much she just wants to touch him right now. To be connected to him and to not let him go. She nudges his hand with her hip, giving him permission to keep going as she moves to catch his lips again. Her fingers slip down, over his butt and onto his hips, as she kisses him like he's the only thing keeping her alive.

[jasonwright]

He moans softly into her lips as Iris kisses him like he's never been kissed before. With her encouragement, he slips a hand into her underwear, brushing his fingers against the bare skin of her hip.

[littleredsiren]

She moves from him lips, eagerly tracing a line of kisses down his jaw. The feeling of his fingers brushing against her skin is all she can focus on, even as she reaches up to cup her hands around the back of his neck. She doesn't want to stop, she doesn't want him to stop, and any trace of fear or apprehension she may have had before has been pushed away by the safety his presence offers.

[jasonwright]

He tilts his head, losing himself in the feeling of Iris' kisses along his neck. He hand wanders further, slipping between her legs and he circles a thumb over her, his need to please her rising. He hopes she's comfortable and he's not pushing her, ready to stop at any sign.