After Summer Bash from Hell [Backdated, Closed]

[jasonwright]

Warning: NSFW probs lol

It doesn't normally take long to put out the fire in a fire-pit, but Jason's a bit distracted at the moment. He wants to get downstairs and this stupid fire is keeping him from that. Iris has already gathered up all the s'more supplies and is waiting at the rooftop door for him and she looks eager to get out of here as well.

Finally the last of the flames die out and Jason's comfortable the fire won't rekindle. He grabs the blanket and pillows off the bench and follows Iris to the door.

"Alright," he smiles. "Ready when you are?"

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[littleredsiren]

Iris blushes, covering it with a hand. "You're horrible," she laughs from behind her hand. "Why do I love you again?"

[jasonwright]

"Because you like horrible guys?" he asks as he touches his lip lightly.

[littleredsiren]

"Clearly," she grins, reaching up and rubbing her thumb over the cut. "Do you need some ice or something?"

[jasonwright]

"Ice would be good, yeah," he admits.

[littleredsiren]

"Be right back," she smiles, kissing the corner of his mouth before she rolls out of the bed. Tugging on a robe, Iris runs out to the kitchen, checking on the animals quickly before putting some ice in a bag and bringing it back to him.

Crawling back onto the bed, she carefully presses it against the cut. "Is that okay?"

[jasonwright]

Jason sits up when she returns and holds the ice to his lip, nodding. "Much better. Take care of any swelling." He holds an arm out to her to climb back into. "Did I mention that I love you?"

[littleredsiren]

Iris crawls back into his arms eagerly, snuggling up against him with a happy sigh. "Mmm... You may have. Once or twice," she teases.

[jasonwright]

He chuckles and wraps his arm around her, rubbing her back. "Are you sick of it yet?"

[littleredsiren]

She lets out a sharp laugh, shaking her head. "I will tell you right now. I will never be tired of, or not be in awe of, you telling me you love me."

[jasonwright]

His smile broadens at that and he removes the ice for a moment. "Good. Because I might say it a lot."

[littleredsiren]

"I hope you feel the same then, because I plan on saying it a lot too," Iris chuckles, tracing her finger over a scar on his chest.

[jasonwright]

"I think I can already promise you I feel the same on that."

[littleredsiren]

"Good."

She pauses then, visibly hesitant. "Can I ask you a question? You don't have to answer if you don't want to, or if it makes you uncomfortable or anything."

[jasonwright]

Her change in tone makes Jason sit up a bit. "Yeah. Anything. What's up?"

[littleredsiren]

Iris bites her lip, really not wanting to upset him. "Where did your scars come from?" she asks, gently touching one. She's looked at them enough now that she's gotten curious, wanting to know as much about him as she can.

[jasonwright]

"Oh, these?" he asks, touching where her hand is. He has more, mostly on his back. Different stories for different scars. The question doesn't make him uncomfortable, he just hopes not to upset Iris with his answer. "These came from when I fought for money. It was more of a "use your fists or whatever you can to win" deal sometimes."

[littleredsiren]

Iris rests her chin on his chest, frowning slightly. "That's... scary to think about," she shivers. "You don't still do that, right?"

[jasonwright]

"No, oh god no," he reassures, reaching to play with the ends of her hair. "That's one of the main reasons I left Alaska. It wasn't legal and I was getting tired."

[littleredsiren]

"Good," she murmurs, pressing a soft kiss against one of the scars. Her stomach had been turning at the mere thought that he might still be doing something so dangerous. That he might get taken away from her for something so small. But his reassurances, and the feeling of him playing with her hair, calm her down and her mind wanders once more. "Are the ones on your back from that too?"

[jasonwright]

He feels her relax and knows it's only because she was worried about him. The fighting was dumb. He knew it at the time, but the money definitely clouded his judgement. It was probably good that little ring was busted up, because it got Jason away from that lifestyle and he quickly realized the toll it took on his body.

"No. Remember I told you I fell into the Bering Strait? Scar on my shoulder blade is from that. I caught a rough edge of one of the cages when I fell. The ones on my lower back are from when I accidentally fell through a window...I seem to fall a lot..."

[littleredsiren]

Iris hisses in sympathy, clamping her eyes shut as she tries to banish the mental images that brings up. "No more falling please," she half-jokingly begs. "I don't like the idea of you getting seriously hurt like that..."

[jasonwright]

"I really try not to, love," he smiles softly at her concern. "I'll get hurt sometimes. But it's okay, I make it through."

[littleredsiren]

"Nope." She opens her eyes, glaring up at him. "No more. Ever. I forbid it."

[jasonwright]

He eyes her. "What if I get a papercut?"

[littleredsiren]

Iris raises her eyebrows at him, pursing her lips. "What did I just say? No."