"Need help with that?"

Jason settled before you on the couch, his chin resting on your propped up knees. His hands were big and warm, large palms covering the expanse of your shins. It was almost automatic how they began caressing your smooth skin. You knew it was a trap- an attempt at getting you to focus on him and only him for the rest of the night.

In his defense, you'd been reading for hours by that point. Jason doesn't spend his days as a vigilante just to be told his loving partner has no room for him on their schedule. He gets it, or he tries to at least. You have a real adult job. You talk to real adult people all day. You have real adult responsibilities on your shoulders that seem to weigh you down. You're not like him- you don't cope by imploding buildings and chasing adrenaline. Sometimes he wishes you did, maybe then you'd spend more time together.

Jason grabs the small book from between your hands, placing it far enough away on the coffee table that you'd have to move to get it. And even if you thought about moving, you couldn't, not with him keeping your legs in place. There's nowhere for you to look but into his eyes.

His voice is usually soft, the kind of low tone he reserves for you only.

"I missed you. Couldn't stop thinkin' about you."

He kisses his way up your calf, landing at the top of your kneecap with a firm, long press of his lips.

"No more reading, yeah? Just talk to me. How was work?"