jasonwright | After Summer Bash from Hell [Backdated, Closed]

Iris smiles up at him when he comes back, nodding. "I was just nervous without you out here," she admits, releasing her deathgrip on her purse. "But you're here now, so I'm fine. Be careful, okay?"

"Good." He reaches up, brushing his hair back with his fingers and tying it up to keep it out of his face before he leans down to kiss her cheek. Turning away, Jason goes to the bag first where he warms up. His muscles feel stiff. Even though he's pretty much spent his work out sessions on boats since he stopped fighting, boxing works different muscles that suddenly burn in a way he hasn't felt in years. Jason reacts to that burning sensation by pushing himself, enjoying the way he starts to relax as he gets back into the swing of things.

He's not sure how long he spends boxing, moving from the bag to one of the trainers, but eventually Jason's worn out and the trainer suggests he takes a break. "Don't wanna push yourself too much. You have to ease yourself back into it." It's good advice and he doesn't want to be too sore tomorrow. He can't believe he gave this up, even if he's breathing hard and he knows he's sweaty. This is what relaxed him as a kid and kept him from getting into too much trouble. This is what helped focus him.

Jason thanks the trainer, agreeing to come back next week, and walks back over to where he left Iris.

By the time he's done, Iris is more than a little overwhelmed. Watching his muscles flex beneath his skin and seeing the determination on his face is more than a little... well, hot to her. He finishes his workout and she realizes that she's breathing like she'd been the one up there and quickly corrects it as he heads over.

Standing up, she bites her lip as he comes closer. The fine sheen of sweat on his skin is just making everything look even more defined and oh, this is not good. Jason finally reaches her and she's on her feet, leaning up on her toes to press a kiss against his cheek and taking the opportunity to sharply whisper "We need to go home. Now." in his ear.

He's happy with himself and the workout and even happier to see Iris waiting for him. Jason's glad she came along because he honestly felt more comfortable with her nearby. But then she quickly whispers in his ear and he's filled with concern.

"What's wrong? Did something happen?"

She's trying not to dance with impatience. "Nothing's wrong. Far from it. We just really need to get home," Iris insists, giving him a rather forced smile.

"Okay..." He looks at her curiously because she's acting...different than usual. "Do I have time to get dressed?"

"I'm going to say no. I mean, if you really need to..." Iris replies, chewing on her lip. She's desperate to get him home now but is still much too uncomfortable to explain why and he is making things very difficult right now. Especially since he's still shirtless and glistening.

"Alright, alright." Jason trusts Iris and figures if they need to leave, they need to leave now. He grabs his bag and holds out hand for her before heading out of the gym, just hoping it's nothing bad. The fact that she won't tell him why they need to get home is making him nervous.

Iris grabs the offered hand, clinging to it like its a life line. Leaving the gym, she marches them home at a rather hasty pace, practically running. The trip seems to take forever but they're finally back at the apartment.

She lets them in and locks the door before letting out a sigh of relief. Then she's on him, pushing him back against the door and kissing him hard, letting all the pent up frustration and need out in her kiss.

Jason almost gets the words "What's going on?" out of his mouth when Iris is suddenly on him and his back is against the door. Her kiss is hungry and he returns it, his brain slowly catching on to why she wanted to leave so badly.

She breaks the kiss just long enough to strip him of his shirt before she's kissing him again. She's been holding these feelings in for over an hour now and she isn't about to waste any time. Her hands slide up his chest, the feeling of them beneath her fingers eliciting a slight shiver, before she wraps her arms around his neck, clinging to him tightly.

He's reeling slightly with how Iris has taken charge, stripping him of his shirt and pressing against him. He leans against the door again, a need to be stable. He slips his arms around her waist, pulling her close.

She's breathing hard, chest heaving with the effort, when she pulls back for a bare moment. "Sorry. You just looked really good," Iris murmurs, giving him a heated look.

He smiles when she pulls back and his voice is a bit husky. "No need to ever apologize for this." His hands are resting on her hips now and he bites his lip as he looks down at Iris. He definitely likes this side of her.

"Then I won't again," she replies, her entire body warm with desire and the way he's looking at her not doing anything to help with that. Feeling abnormally bold, she reaches down and tugs off her own shirt, tossing it to the side before tugging him over to the couch. Wrapping her arms around his neck again, she falls back, letting her weight carry them down to the cushions before she's kissing him again, nipping and sucking at his bottom lip.

Everything happens quickly and Jason's head is already muddled with her kisses so he definitely doesn't register what's happened until he finds himself straddling Iris on the couch. And she has no shirt on. He kisses her back with just as much intensity, tangling a hand in her hair.

Iris moans needily into his lips, fingers digging into his shoulders. Moving away, she presses heated kisses along his jaw, working her way to that sensitive spot behind his ear.

His head tilts and Jason can't keep the swearing quiet as she hits a sensitive spot. His hand falls from her hip and he grips her thigh, sliding up and down her skin there.

Iris nuzzles her way down his neck, nipping and kissing at the sensitive skin. She presses a kiss into the hollow of his throat as her fingers stray down to the top of his sweatpants, brushing over him teasingly.

His moan is clear now, especially as her hand slips down his stomach. Jason feels a shiver run down his spine at her touch and he reaches around, hand sliding over her butt.

His moan is like music to her ears right now and she dips her hand past his waistband, stroking him more firmly through the fabric of his boxers as she tries to coax out another.

Jason hisses slightly, pressing himself into her hand. Her touch is intoxicating and he needs more. He buries his face into the crook of her neck, brushing his lips against the skin there.

She takes that as encouragement, slipping her hand into his boxers, curling her fingers around him and stroking. Iris turns her head slightly, nuzzling into his hair and quietly revelling in the effect she has on him.

A low moan slips out as she strokes him, Jason biting his lip in pleasure. He leans down, presses kisses over her chest as he reaches to unhook her bra.

Iris feels her breath catch as he moves lower, to the sensitive skin of her breasts. Releasing him for a moment, she wriggles out of the bra, letting it fall to the ground before reaching down to stroke him again.

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