ethereal. that’s what you appeared to look like in this moment, an utter angel sent straight down from elysium. the soft pad of your finger traces over the scar adorning jason’s lip before tenderly you place a kiss over it. surely by now his cheeks had been flushed a light hue of pink. his hands rest against the back your thighs to hold you in place as you straddle him (occasionally you’ll roll your hips into his, making his grip grow tighter). he’s in an entire lovesick daze, especially when you continuously lock lips with him, his need for you growing as your hips grind further into his. he slips a hand underneath your his shirt, running it up and down your bare skin. he tugs gently at the fabric, silently beckoning you to remove it. and you wouldn’t complain about doing so, no, you disconnect your lips for a single moment and slide it over your head, throwing it somewhere on the floor (that’s a situation for later), leaving you in only your lacy underwear and a bra to match