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

It's not that he's woken up by a noise or anything, but suddenly Jason's aware that he's very alone in bed and he stirs, immediately looking around for Iris. It's only after he sits up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, that he hears the distant clanking of pans in the kitchen. Smiling to himself, Jason rolls out of bed and goes into the bathroom to grab a quick shower.

After completely drying off and tugging on a pair of sweatpants, he emerges from the bedroom. He's not even surprised to find Iris in the kitchen and whatever she's cooking smells amazing. He walks up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waste and kisses her neck. "Morning, gorgeous."

The tickle of his lips against her neck makes her jump and a soft giggle slips out. Tilting her head back, she grins at him. "Morning, baby," she hums happily, tilting her head to give him a quick kiss. "I'm going to assume you're okay with french toast? I wanted something sweet this morning."

He chuckles at that, burying his face in her hair. "Of course you do. French toast sounds perfect."

"Good," Iris grins, going back to humming a quiet song as she finishes frying up the last couple pieces and depositing them on a plate. "Here. You bring these out and I'll get butter and syrup, okay? Oh, and grab cutlery too, please."

"Yes, ma'am." Jason takes the plate, but not before patting her backside playfully. He pulls out a few drawers in the kitchen before finding the utensils, grabbing a couple of forks and knives. He sets everything out on the table before pulling a chair out for Iris.

Iris squeaks at the butt pat, shaking her head at him. "Naughty..." she scolds, getting out toppings for the french toast. Following him into the dining area, she sets them down and takes a seat. "Tell me if its good, okay? I put vanilla and cinnamon into the batter, which I don't normally do."

"Yeah? What brought on the change?" he asks as he sits down and slathers butter on his toast.

Iris gives him a little shrug, lightly poking his leg with a toe as she absolutely soaks her toast in syrup. "I just felt like trying something new with it," she explains. "Cinnamon and vanilla should be good with it in theory so..."

Jason pours a good amount of syrup on his plate before cutting up a piece and taking a bite. As soon as he does, he closes his eyes, making a satisfied moan. "God, that is good." He immediately starts shoving the food into his mouth.

She can't fight the slight blush at the moan but brushes it off with a laugh, starting in on her own plate. "I'm glad you like it," Iris chirps, sounding rather self-satisfied. "Don't choke on it though, please."

"No promises," he says out of a mouthful of food. He's not sure what he's done right to get a breakfast like this, he'll probably never get used to it really. "I'm really glad you like to cook."

"I don't know the heimlich manoeuvre so you're on your own if you do," she warns, amused by how eagerly he digs into the food. "I'm really glad you like to eat. There are always muffins tucked up in the cupboards if you ever need a snack, by the way. Nervous baking, and all."

"I figured as much...I found some candy bars tucked in the linen closet when I was looking for a towel earlier."

Iris blushes at that. "You're likely to find those everywhere," she admits, finishing off her breakfast. "I have a habit of hiding them in every room so I have something to snack on when I need something sweet. I have a lot of bad habits."

Jason pushes his plate away, leaning on an arm to look at Iris with a grin. "Oh? What other bad habits?"

"I'm not telling you!" she scoffs, getting up and collecting their plates. "They're silly, okay?"

"Hey, you know about my bad habits. It's only fair I know what I've gotten myself into, right?"

"Well... You know I bake when I'm nervous, right? I also shop when I'm nervous. I have a closet full of ridiculous things I bought online when I was freaking out the first night I was on my own," she admits, pulling a face. "And I bite my nails a lot, but I'm sure you've noticed that."

"Nervous baking is probably better than nervous shopping," he nods. "And yeah, I noticed the nail biting at that ball we were at."

Iris chuckles, shaking her head. "I should really stop the nail biting. I keep doing it while siren'd up and keep being warned that my claws are sharp enough to actually hurt me if I do that. But I do it anyway."

"You get nervous when you're in siren form too?" He's curious and as Iris gets more comfortable with that side of herself, he likes to ask her more questions.

"Well, yeah... I'm still me when I'm in siren form," she chuckles. "I might be a bit more armoured that way but that doesn't mean I can't get hurt emotionally. Or mess something up. Or accidentally hurt someone else. Actually, that last one is more likely when I'm in siren form..."

"Practice will help with that last one," he reassures her. "But like you said, you're still you in siren form. And you don't hurt people."

"Not on purpose," Iris stresses, hand automatically going to her lips before she catches herself and puts it back down. "But if I'm freaked out enough that my scales go sharp and I brush up against someone? I'd cut them pretty badly."

"Oh...right." He tilts his head, trying to think. "I guess control over your emotions and when you change will help with that?"

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