Jason's apartment,
about 8-9PM

Lala hadn't been home since eight in the morning, which in itself was quite a hahahaha, hell nah thing, because Layla Styles did not rise from the dead at such ungodly hours. But she had to support herself, which at the current moment meant painting some new hip little underground club run by some little shit with two neurons bouncing aimlessly off the walls of his skull. On the bright side, the club was relatively close to someone she'd very much been meaning to see for a few days. Someone she had decided was definitely an accomplished vagician. You know—vagic. Defined as a kind of magic one has over a girl's vagina. It all made perfect sense. What? It did.

Who cared that she was tired, dressed like a hobo - but hey at least she had decent underwear on, but only because everything else was in the wash, to be perfectly honest -, her joints ached, hadn't eaten in about thirty hours and all in all her middle finger was giving a standing ovation to the day she had just had, but—this?! This she needed to do. Anyone in their right mind would...

If Frodo could get the ring to Mordor, she could crawl the few blocks distance to Jason's apartment... She was fine! Her priorities were fine! Everything was fine with Lala, it was the rest of the world that obviously needed therapy. That's what coffee was for. Right? But when she entered the grocery store, there was food and more food and did she mention food?! Her stomach kindly reminded her that sustenance was needed in order to be a functional human being, so aside from the two coffees, she filled a bag with stuff she'd need to put together some quick pasta. She was taking over Jason's kitchen, whether he liked it or not. She wasn't sure she could pull off the whole spartan look, but she was pretty sure she could climb his counter and declare that this was pasta!

Balancing the cardboard cup holder on one hand and the grocery bags on the other, she realized she couldn't so much knock, but throw herself into the door and hope Jason didn't think he was being attacked by—heh, spartans. When the door opened, she was 500% done attempting to not spill everything everywhere, especially given this was a new apartment and she was basically a public menace, so she just sneaked through the open door and deposited the bags on the closest surface.

"I've had the shittiest of shit days ever" she said out of nowhere, voice frazzled with a little whine. "Whoever said 'the customer is always right' obviously never had my job" she scoffed loudly, placing the cups near the bags. "I'm working for this little shit, and he has no idea what the hell he wants, so he keeps asking me ridiculous questions about his own choices and I'm all 'What do I look like? The Stupid Whisperer?' But I nod, and play nice and he just goes on being his arrogant little shit self and how is it acceptable for him to be a complete idiot, but not acceptable for me to point it out?" she continued, somehow finding her way into his kitchen and starting to get out the contents of the bag. "In the end I just 'I'll agree to disagree, if you'll agree that you're a dumb fuck' and of course he flipped, but then he remembered I'm relatively cheap and good at what I do so he just stormed out" she shrugged, rummaging through the bags.

"Anyway" she sighed deeply, eyeing a tomato with exasperation. "Stress is caused by giving a fuck. And so, from hereon I decided I shan't be giving anymore such things." She finally raised her eyes to Jason and then there was an appalled moment of silence and her eyes grew almost to pop out of her skull and she looked around her and—oh my god, this kitchen! "And oh wow, look at me go" she said, swallowing loudly. This couldn't possibly get more awkward if she tried, she basically just... invaded his home. Sparta style. "Ugh... I—ummm—brought food" she blushed something fierce, playing with the zipper of her jacket staring holes into the floor. "Or—ugh, well, food-to-be..." she snorted a little, raising her eyes to him and—oh, yeah... that's why she came. JFC, he was gorgeous.

There had been a lot on Jason’s mind over the past few days. After the run in with Layla, he had found his way home in the morning. After a fashion... Regardless, he had spent that day looking around at apartments. The following four days he had been working, and finally on the fifth day after ending up in Layla’s bed for a sleep over, he had his own place.

It allowed him a lot of time to consider his life. Ever since he’d been mainstreamed back into reality after his experience with Marc, he’d felt... decidedly different. When he looked at himself in the mirror, it was harder to see a smile there. His life had flipped itself upside down, shaking out every little thing to try and drag him down in the past few years. Even the Rita Skeeter thing hadn’t demeaned him this badly; perhaps it was because that had to do with a woman (or a triangle of women), and this had to do with him down to his soul.

The first night in his apartment, he’d sat in the kitchen and drank half a bottle of Irish whiskey while his mind worked itself to pieces. Now he was past night two and nearly getting to the third, and all he had done was his kitchen unpacked, the living room and bedroom furniture together, and a couple of things hanging around the apartment. Boxes were still littering the apartment, and he had yet to put Aidan’s bedroom together; Fiona was being understanding and holding on to the tyke while Jason put his life back together.

Because once there was a kid involved, it was no longer just about him. Jason did love that kid more than life itself, but it also was irritating that he had to think about someone else before he made rash decisions.

He was hand deep in a box, grabbing onto a few books, when the slam of something against his door brought him up. Glancing over his shoulder to the door, he frowned before letting go of the books, making his way over.

Jason blinked, his face in slight shock, as Layla made her way in. Oh, right... His mouth shut and eyebrows rose before he closed the door quietly behind her, still putting things together. Eyes took in her outfit, slowly moving down her backside.

He did smirk at her commentary; working in his field, Jason could appreciate the ridiculous truth behind her statement. People were typically a pain in the arse to work with, no matter the field. Customer service tended to be the hardest, and when people were sick or hurt... it was like dealing with their worst self. As he stepped towards her, his hand reached into his pajama trousers as he readjusted himself. They hung off his hips, showing the top of his boxer briefs (if his vest was off, that was). His arm reached across his chest, scratching at the opposite side of his body.

His bare feet moved quietly over the floor, smirking as she admired his kitchen. Eyes glanced briefly over it before he nodded. Some part of him was thrilled she was here; it was hard to contain himself, but he continued to move towards her, his smirk deepening when she finally looked up at him. Once in front of her, he leaned down and kissed her lightly, hand coming up to hold her chin gently, parting her lips and having a brief taste.

Finally he pulled back and glanced over her shoulder, hand moving from her face to the top of one of the coffee cups, drumming his fingers on it. “For me?” Jason put his palms on the edge of the counter as he settled his back against it, lifting himself up on top of it, legs swinging lightly before he picked up the cup.

After enjoying a whiff of it, he peeked into what was left of the food items she’d brought with her. “Good thing I hadn’t done take-away yet. Are you planning on cooking?” Eyebrow raised before he grinned, looking over her face. The cup’s edge was brought to his lips for a sip. Mmm, nectar of the gods.

Her blush only deepened when he was suddenly in front of her and leaning down to press his lips to hers and she just—she just turned into goo. Every muscle in her body relaxing with a little sigh as she pushed herself up a little, eyes closing at the feel of his fingers on her chin, lips parting to get a feel of him, tongue darting out to meet his and—yesss, this was exactly what she needed.

She felt him moving away and her hand just went to his neck to keep him there, opening her eyes to pout at him. It was then she noticed that he was in fact ridiculously under dressed, as people were in their own homes, and who the hell needed sleeves when you looked like that. Fuck that! Actual shirts were for wimps. She bit into her lip, some wheezing unintelligible sound escaping her lips as she moved her hand around and down, to his collarbone, and then to his chest. He asked something about the coffee, and she was was just outraged by the contrasts of his torso under his tank top. And God, those PJ trousers were indecent—JFC, she was just done. "Mhm" she said eloquently, and then he was moving away, and she parted her lips to say something, only a whine coming out.

Once she was no longer in contact with any part of him, she found her brain actually starting to work. Slowly, but surely. "No, Jason, I just thought vegetables, raw meat and uncooked pasta would simply look marvelous just sitting on your counter. You know—housewarming gift" she said with a shit-eating grin and batted her eyelashes as she fought her scarf off and unzipped her jacket. "Yes, I am cooking" she added with a serious nod, as if it was the groundbreaking news of the century. It was. Lala barely cooked for herself, let alone others. She shrugged her jacket off and pulled the scarf through the sleeve, then threw them on the back of the closest chair.

With a little huff she put her hands on her hips and threw a cursory look over the counter, eyeing the ingredients with a thoughtful expression, only for her eyes to fall on Jason, and there went her focus. Yeezus lived and all that! She raised her eyebrow and smiled slyly at him, nodding slowly at nothing in particular. She raised her arms to her lilac hair and pulled it behind twisting it then tucked it into her top.

She shortened the distance between them in a few determined steps and placed her hands on his knees, making room for herself between his legs. "I feel like this kitchen demands you christen it with someone hot, crazy and BAMFy" she said with a little snort, leaning in to place a kiss at the junction of his neck and shoulder. "That someone is me. Obviously" she continued, looking up at him with a little snort as she roughly pulled his shirt up and went on kissing her way down, then grazed her teeth over the skin above his boxers.

Pulling a little at his pants, she nibbled over the cotton-clad skin only to let the trousers fall back into place with a little snap, let go of the tank top and take a step back grinning like the little shit she was. "But first, where's your pans? And dice that onion for me, would you? Thanks" she said with a bat of her eyelashes, sidestepping to start prepping the ingredients.

He rolled his eyes and smirked at her; she could be such a little prat. Her sarcasm certainly showed her age. “I know how much you like your raw meat.” Or he had enough of an idea. “That’s very kind of you. I haven’t filled the fridge yet.” He had, however, made sure he had enough beer and liquor to occupy himself. There were left overs from his take away from the night before; he’d been munching on it here and there throughout the day.

Eyes took her in as she started to undress. It was definitely warmer in his flat than it was outside (hence the lack of layers). “You are welcome to the kitchen, then.” Usually Jason would be happy to cook a meal; as of late, it was enough that he made it through a day without trying to hide himself under a desk for hours. Little by little he was forcing himself back to how he was before. He did have Aidan, after all.

Even thinking about his son caused some guilt to gnaw at his gut. How was he supposed to be any type of role model, a parental figure, if he couldn’t get through a day without cowering under the weight of everything that had happened?

Layla helped to get his mind off of things. Glancing over her hair as she messed with it, he chuckled at the look on her face. That was the face of trouble. His knees easily slid apart for her to settle between. Jason interlaced his fingers behind his head as he leaned back against the counter, watching her quietly.

What was bamfy? Laughing out loud, he shook his head and glanced around. “Just the kitchen?” Raising an eyebrow as he caught her gaze again, Jason ended it with a wink. There was time enough for that. “Obviously. You don’t want me to just grab some slag off-” Looking down as she kissed her way down, he ran his tongue over his lips. “-Off... off the street?” His abdomen tightened; taking a deep breath, Jason pressed his legs forward a little more, sliding out easier for her.

Mouth hung open as she got to work on dessert. A groan of disappointment escaped him as she let the trousers snap back. He laughed and let his hands fall back down to the counter top, staring at what she had gotten started. “Do you always jump from one project to the next?” Smirking, he leaned over and reached into his trouser pocket, pulling his wand out. “Under the... to the right of the oven. Cabinet, right-” He leaned over a little more and reached down, opening it after fiddling with the child proof door catch. “-in there.”

Once Jason sat back up, he used his wand to move the onion to him. Hopping off the counter with a groan, he washed it off and peeled the outer layer. Once that was done, he used the wand to enchant a knife to start chopping. While it worked, he stepped up behind her, hands snaking around her middle before dipping down a little further. His lips buried themselves into her neck, breathing out noisily before he bit her neck (and some hair) playfully.

Jason shook his head to get the hair out of his five o’clock shadow. Finally a hand slipped up and brushed her hair out of his way, moving lips back to her skin, pressing just below her ear. “I’m pretty hungry all of a sudden.” Hands moved down to rest on her hips, pulling them back against him. Lips continued to move slowly, noisily, down her neck to the nape of her neck to her shoulder. Glancing towards the onion, he flicked his wand at the knife and set it aside, fingers working along the waist of her trousers. Once where he wanted to be, he started to unbutton the top of the jeans. Lips pressed against her ear, taking her ear lobe between his teeth with a light tug. “All you need is a cute little apron...”

Lala choked on thin air at hearing the implication in his words. Raw meat? Jesus bloody Christ. She thought her brain was going to melt and drip down her nose, but instead she wheezed a little as her face flared up to a violent blush. She glared at him menacingly, before turning that frown upside down to smirk at him. "You know it" she said, wagging her eyebrows with a grin. She certainly enjoyed his... meat.

God, Lala thought she was a little—just a little bit in love with his laugh and she knew she was done for when she felt heat pool deep into her gut when he winked. Fuckin' winked. "Nah—" she tried for casual, but come out a little more choked than she'd liked "I think a proper christening involves every room, at least twice" she answered with a lopsided smirk, placing open mouthed kisses to his torso. "No need—to grab one—off the street" she said between tiny flick of her tongue over his abdomen. She flicked her tongue over and under the band of his boxers as she pulled his trousers down a little, then stopped to look up at him with glazed eyes. "You got one right here" she continued in a hushed voice, smirking minutely and put her mouth over his boxers, nibbling and sucking, to finally end with a shuddered breath over the wet cotton.

When she was back on her feet she needed a second to actually pull herself together, but then she was up and running, retrieving a pan from the cupboard he'd indicated and placing it on the stove. "Why, yes, actually. I'm known for starting something new every other week and never quite finishing them" she quipped with a grin. There were exceptions, of course. While he worked on the onion, she directed her focus to the tomatoes, which—she didn't think Jason had a blender. Bummer. There was a spell for that, something she'd learned in Potions, she was sure. After a few seconds of muttering to herself, the little light bulb in her head went off and she placed the tomatoes in a bowl and pointed her wand at them.

Next were four cloves of garlic, which she cleaned up and then set to crush with her palm, but just as she was leaning over the counter she felt Jason behind her and she froze on the spot, forgetting how to breathe for a second. His hands on her waist felt like they were searing burns into her skin and the breath over her neck had a little satisfied hum come from the back of her throat. And then there were teeth and she choked out a hushed little "Fuck." Christ almighty! Her lips were parted to draw in shuddering breaths and the way his hand had pushed her hair out of the way had her entire body twitching as she felt pleasant chills run down her spine.

His words came as a little shock, so close to her ear, and she let her head fall back, wanting more, but not really wanting to ask so early into the game. So she flicked her tongue over her lips, swallowing loudly and closed her eyes. "Yeah?" she asked, voice cracked and raspy. "Hungry for pasta?" she continued with a little snort, that she immediately bit back as his hands pulled her hips back and into him and she just rolled her hips back, arching her back as her hands gripped the counter forcefully. When his hands moved to the front of her jeans she honest to god whimpered.

She bit hard into her lip, torn between pushing back into his pelvis or forth into his hands, but when lips came over her ear and teeth grazed over her lobe, she cursed harshly under her breath. With a little whine, her upper body leaned forward over the counter, hair spilling forward and she thrust her pelvis back against him. "I don't know about the fuckin' apron, but I think dinner menu just changed radically" she said through clenched teeth, spreading her legs and bending even further over the counter.

Jason couldn’t help the laugh that slipped out at her face; he had a fair idea, anyway. Hopefully enough to make that sort of assumption. He ran his tongue over his lower lip, grinning around it before shrugging. If she wanted a little sausage to go with her pasta, he knew where she could go searching for it.

For all his attempts to play it cool, talking about christening his apartment, with Layla, caused a tightening in the pit of his stomach. She could make his mouth go dry with a look. Eyebrows were both raised as he assessed her face for seriousness. At least twice? He started to do the math in his head quickly; two bedrooms, a bath, the living room and kitchen. How was he supposed to get that done in a timely manner?!

Perhaps just a head start on it, now that she was there. Why had she come over? Jason had thought maybe she was in for a one night fun time. Not that he would complain - he rather liked her flare.

He swallowed hard while watching her mouth go to work. She obviously exercised it a lot by talking... A groan escaped his mouth at her teasing tongue on his skin. When she looked up at him and claimed herself as - his mind was gone. A heavy breath was let out as his eyes took her in. Lust was there, obvious as he tried to focus and deny it. Jason pressed his hips up towards her when she moved to his boxers. It was instinct...

He was only human if it took him a few moments to pull himself together for intelligible conversation. He smirked back at her; she definitely was making herself at home. Not that he minded. It was nice for someone else to cook. Jason had decided, however, that he wanted her to really feel at home. Hence why he... got all up close and personal.

“Hungry for pasta?”

Jason laughed, glancing over her shoulder, admiring the work she had been doing. “I was thinking about taste testing the sauce.” Eyes closed, rolling up with a groan as she rolled back into him. This is what he wanted. It was what he needed. That she gave in so easily, with her noises and movements and touches... it spurned him on further. She would have to be numb to not feel what she was doing to him.

He licked his lips as she leaned forward, pushing his hips further forward, pressing hard against her backside. Fingers found the zip and pulled it down. Looking down her back, his hands moved back to her sides, one sliding her shirt up her back. “I’m thinking dessert first.” Hooking his fingers into her trousers, he pulled them down, kissing Layla’s back that he had exposed. Finally Jason was standing where he had been, one hand fumbling with his pajama trousers, the other playing with her underwear, a finger slipping between her skin and the fabric, teasingly pulling it towards him.

With material out of the way, his hands grasped on to her hips and lifted her up suddenly, slipping his legs between hers. Jason trapped her against the counter, grinning as he pressed up close to her. “We’ll get you an apron for the future.” It was important for safety, after all; no need to risk burning tender skin.

"Motherfuck" she exclaimed on a choked out snort. "The—the sauce? Really?" she wheezed through an embarrassed high noise at the back of her throat, that quickly turned into a little moan, feeling how... interested Jason was behind her.

She arched her back for better access as he fumbled with her zipper, shuddered breaths escaping her lips  when her back was exposed. "I'm not saying no to whipped cream" she managed on a breathy giggle, wiggling her hips to assist him with getting her rid of those damned jeans. At his lips on her back she made a shocked little noise, half tickling and the other half shooting a burst of want straight to her... brain.

When his hand found its way between her legs she cursed loudly, dropping on her elbows, forehead on top of her splayed fingers. "Fuckin' give it to me, you arse" she said through clenched teeth, chuckling a little. And then he was lifting her hips and getting between her legs and she was biting back her own words, because holy mother of cows. And as he pressed close, her hips bumping into the counter she had to bite her wrist to keep herself from screaming, because—Yeezus lived! And all that. "You and that bloody apron" she mumbled, pushing her hips down and back against him with a long curse.

There needed to be less coherent speaking and more breathy, grunty, moany sounds. Like now.

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With a ridiculously pleased smile on her face, Lala was humming under her breath, while she browned the diced onion and garlic in olive oil. "Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father" she sung softly, using a wooden spatula to stir in the pan, shimmying her shoulders to the beat inside her head. "Leave all your love and your longing behind" she continued, spinning on her bare heels to grab the mincemeat and throw it into the pan for browning.

Any other person would probably feel uncomfortable cooking leisurely in nothing - nothing - but her jewelry, but that person was not Layla Styles. "The dog days are ove—can you strain the pasta, please?" she said airily to Jason that was doing fuck knew what somewhere behind her. She had a single goal at the moment and that was food. And this bloody pasta could not be ready soon enough. Still singing and moving her body to the rhythm, she poured in the tomato paste and started stirring in.

Once the spices were thrown in, she placed a lid on the pan and let it simmer for a few minutes. She turned around, arms going behind to lean on the counter and crossing her legs, one foot on top of the other. She watched Jason, still humming a little, with a fond, yet impish smile and chuckled lowly. "I hope I'm not disappointing, what— no apron and all" she batted her eyelashes and smirked a little.

Jason took a sip of his beer, pushing away another empty box as he admired the little bookshelf he’d set up just outside the kitchen. He scratched his bare chest, stifling a yawn behind his hand before shaking his head. She had worn him out. Glancing back into the kitchen, he smirked as he took her body in yet again. He could stare at her all day...

His tank was near the fridge and pajama trousers... where had they gotten to? Glancing around, he saw them under the table. It looked as if a tornado had hit his kitchen; Layla was making a mess while cooking, and clothes were hung around like little decorations. One room christened, another few to go. He smirked at the thought, leaning against the wall while watching her in her birthday suit.

“I can...” Taking another gulp, Jason stepped forward and sat the beer down with a loud clink on the table top. He made his way to the pasta, dumping it into the strainer in the sink. After shaking the noodles and putting them back in the pan they had been in, he leaned on the sink edge and smirked. If it wasn’t for the fact he needed to recuperate... well. She had stamina, he would give her that.

He pushed away from the counter and moved over to the kitchen table. Jason sat down in a chair, watching her backside as she bopped along to whatever she was singing. He rearranged himself in his boxers as comfortably as possible before lounging back, feet crossing at the ankles in front of him.

With her front side now facing him, Jason... stared. And he smirked as eyes slowly moved up over her body, finally landing on her face. “There could be worse things.” Disappointing? No. She was stunning. He couldn’t keep his eyes on her face; his stomach tightened. Licking his lips, he grinned a little wickedly, pressing his hips up and into the air before settling near the edge of the chair. His feet planted on the ground with knees spread.

Sometimes it was nice to have a little left to the imagination. Other times, like right now, it was nice to see everything on display. He felt a twitch; swallowing, eyes finally came back up to her face. “How’s the sauce coming along?” Jason crossed his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow; he needed to replenish some energy.

When Jason came to strain the pasta, she couldn't help but throw a side glance at him, still humming, but maybe rhythm going haywire for a bit, as she realized that... this was sort of nice. Sure, it felt oddly domestic and that gave her a lot of creeps and she really just didn't wanna linger on that thought anymore. But it was a nice change from the hit and runs she'd been having for the past few months, or was it years already? Still... too much of a good thing and once the newness of the thing was gone—bah. She obviously needed food if she was thinking so much. So with a little shrug, she responded to his smirk with a little wink, lips moving to the lyrics of Florence's genius.

She wasn't saying that she was bad ass, but she was obviously bad ass, if the way Jason was looking at her was anything to go by. "Oh, worse things, hmmm?" she scoffed, looking down and shaking her head with an exasperatedly fond smile and a roll of her eyes. "If that's the case I can take my fine arse home" she continued, moving one hand from the counter to drag it slowly over her sides, to her bum and then back front, all while watching him, head lowered and half a smirk tugging at her lips.

"At least there I know someone appreciates me fully" she batted her eyelashes then scowled and sighed deeply. "Those someone would be my cats" she tutted, dramatically placing a hand over her chest and inhaling loudly. She loved her cats... she loved her cats more than anything, well, except Kitty. But her cats did not look like a Greek god with blondish stubble and an ass you could bounce pennies off. Now that was an idea to be revisited at a later time.

He watched him, head to toe, with her best poker face, watching how the light fell over every little ridge in his body and thinking how much he'd like to get him to sit for a drawing session once. She could sure use the anatomy study. When he talked she was so caught into her detailed analysis of his body that she needed a second to shake herself out of it. "Sorry? Oh—" she turned around quickly, taking the lid off the pan to stir a little and then extinguished the flame. Her hand froze on the spoon, as she turned her head slowly, so slowly, to look at him with narrowed eyes and lips half parted.

"You know... you just ruined my entire perception on pasta. I'll never be able to look at sauce the same again" she said through a strangled noise, shaking her head fiercely. Letting the spoon fall into the pan, she turned around and looked confusedly around the kitchen, with a sigh she finally picked her wand from the counter and summoned two plates and cutlery, placing one set in front of Jason and one on his left. Turning back to the stove she poured the sauce over the pasta and mixed them well, before placing the pot on the table. She couldn't be bothered with bowls and actually serving. She was hungry.

Before taking her seat, she bent down after his tank top and slipped into it, having no idea where most of her clothing was. She dragged the chair from the table and sat down, lifting her feet on the edge of the seat and hugging her knees with one hand, while with the other she helped herself to pasta. "Eureka! Food, I love you so much" she declared to her plate and then turned to glare at Jason. "Dig in. You'll need it" she said with a little smirk.

Where Layla thought it was creepy to be cooking with him, Jason felt more comfortable. He didn’t do well alone. He could do it, obviously, but when you got used to being with someone else... it just felt natural. Perhaps not the cooking without clothes part... but just the extra body, someone to talk to and joke with and taste the sauce they were stirring up. For about ten years, he had been used to being with someone than being alone. First Fiona, and then Sam.

Jason didn’t know how to be alone, not really. That was one reason he sat in the kitchen with a case of beer or a bottle of whiskey when the sun set. Jason was made for the domestic life, even if he’d thought he had fought it for a good portion of his early twenties. He was happy with Layla here, and not just because of her exquisite figure and amazing skills with her hips. Jason was apprehensive about her age, but tried to remind himself that she was an adult (thank Merlin) and could make her own decisions.

An eyebrow rose at her insinuation. “I never said I didn’t appreciate you, Layla.” Both eyebrows jumped as he smirked. “On the contrary. I guess the apron just helps delay that appreciate more.” As if he was less fun than cats.

A laugh barked out before he could stop himself, rubbing his chin in thought. “Well... if your sauce is worth the wait, I’ll lap it all up.” His tongue stuck out of his lips as he rolled it slowly up and down, grinning after it retreated behind his teeth. As she set the table, he had his wand out, summoning over a couple of fresh beers from the fridge. He took the liberty of popping the tops off, one in front of her setting and one in front of his.

Eyes took her in as her arms went above her head, admiring her chest before the tank top was over it. Another twitch. Tilting his head long enough to admire the view afforded from legs up on the corner of the chair, Jason nodded in agreement. “Yes ma’am.” He dished out a healthy portion to himself before helping her out with some as well. Once the serving utensil was back in the pot, Jason leaned forward and kissed her lips briefly.

Back in his chair, he lifted his beer and clinked the neck of his with hers. “Thank you for cooking dinner.” Jason didn’t waste much time after his sip to start twirling it around his fork. After the first bite, he was moaning in excitement. “Oh Merlin, your sauce. Does it hit the spot.” Smirking at her, he scooped up another bite. Mouth half full, he continued to talk around it. "Only thing that might make it better is some sausage in it. A nice and juicy one, you know."

"Oh, bloody hell" she laughed, throwing her head back only to shake it slowly once she was finished. "I promise I'm bringing my apron next time" she stopped, lips parting in a circle for a moment and turning to look at him with a tight little poker smile. "If, ye know—you... want a next time?" she asked still smiling, eyes crinkling at the corners. Maybe she shouldn't have brought it up, but it would've happened at some point anyway. She was... comfortable with him and they were having fun, and despite the fact that she didn't really do repeat experiences it wasn't awkward at all. And she had been expecting a hell lot of awkward.

"JFC, Jason, you just keep on going, don't you" she said laughing awkwardly, torn between ridiculous embarrassment and a new wave of heat at his words and his highly distracting tongue. She hadn't expected this to be so easy, him to be so fun. Sure she'd known she was a really nice guy back when she sat for Aidan, but this was a completely awesome surprise and she smiled a little fondly at him. "Oh my sauce is an experience." She batted her eyelashes and threw him a shit eating grin.

The little kiss she placed on her lips, had Lala flushing for no god damn reason whatsoever and she muttered her thanks, before she filled her mouth with a forkful of pasta, just to avoid saying something ridiculous, like that's adorable. Which it was. And also worrying, because she had weird tingly things going on in her stomach, and if she'd had a net, she'd go butterfly hunting. Although, she rather preferred a propane torch to a net... Much more effective. That reminded her of that one Christmas. And the tree, or well—the carbonized tree. Hmm.

She chewed around her pasta and flailed around for her own beer, raising it to his, attempting to express her thanks, which... didn't quite work with a full mouth. Finally, swallowing, she choked a little, and took her fist to her chest. "Wel—bloody hell—come" she managed, and wondered if she'd just coughed a piece of her lung into her plate. She couldn't really tell with all the tomato sauce, to be honest. And sweet baby Cheesus, just as she was finished with catching up her breath, she choked again and this time on a mouthful of beer and she had to actually stand up, on the chair and pat herself on the back, feeling her face turning into a sauna coal.

When she was finally sure that she was not going to choke to death she glared down at Jason and shook her head. "Your mouth is positively filthy" she declared with a twitch of a smile and huffed loudly. When she was done judging him she lowered herself back to the chair and shoved her fork in her plate, looking absently at the beer bottle. "I don't know if it's cannibal jokes or sexual innuendos, and I think that's a beautiful description of our relationship"she said softly, nodding very seriously at herself, then turning to eye Jason with the same seriousness.

After a few more positively barbaric mouthfuls Lala was done with her dinner and half her beer and she leaned back in her chair sighing, ridiculously pleased and satisfied. Dropping her feet to the floor, she suddenly got on her feet and eyed Jason, who was still leisurely eating, with intense concentration. With a final nod to herself, she cracked her knuckles and grinned dementedly. "D+V=O, where D equals—well, the D, your D, V—pretty sure that's self explanatory, and O equals mind-blowing orgasms. Yes? Yes" she quipped, talking ridiculously fast, answering herself and finally ending with a grin as wide as her face.

"But first..."She gave an analyzing look to his plate, an narrowed her eyes at it, before quickly dropping to her knees and disappeared under the table. Her hands came to rest on his knees and with a click in her throat and a loud exhale she cleared her throat. "Keep eating" she instructed, hoping to God she wouldn't hit her head on the table. That would just be awkward.

Jason’s face lit up a little too excitedly at her words. Apron? Check. A next time? “Absolutely.” Then he realized that perhaps that was a little too strong. He paused and considered and laughed, rubbing the back of his head. “I mean, I’m up for it.” Licking his lips, eyes took her in again before he nodded, making his way back up to her face.

He couldn’t help but laugh after his tongue display (and her reaction to it). He was good at making ridiculous innuendos. “I bet it is.” Another wink was sent her way, grinning easily as he leaned forward a little. Why was she so distracting? Minus the whole not wearing clothes thing... she had done a fine job of distracting him at the bar as well. And her apartment. And... and here. Actually, he had a good idea that her sauce was just as tasty as she was advertising.

And so far? It had been an experience.

His mouth paused in its chewing as she choked, concern slipping over his face as his hand came up to ward away something by just being in the air. Then she was up on the chair, and he leaned back and settled his hands on his thighs, watching her dramatics. It was endearing, as long as she kept breathing. Her declaration had him laughing, picking up his beer and toasting the edge to her before taking a sip. “You don’t like it?”

A pause settled over him as his face screwed up. “Cannibalism? Oh, no, no. Absolutely not eating the sausage- what are you, mad?!” Scoffing, he shifted his legs a little, as if that would protect his sausage more. Another gulp of beer, and he continued to shovel in the pasta. It was heaven on his plate.

Another pause came over him as he looked up at her standing, fork halfway to his mouth. She looked like she was going to get down to business. Weren’t they still eating? Or... he was, after a glance to her plate. “My... my D?” He got it, he just hadn’t gotten it at first. Looking over her half covered body, he finally nodded slowly, finishing the fork travel to his mouth.

Jason took in a deep breath as she got under the table. He leaned back in the chair, head tilting to look at her as best he could. “Oh... Oh, ok. I can do that.” Hips were shifted so he was a little further down in his seat. Jason had another bite, trying to focus on both the taste in his mouth and the taste she was going for. He didn’t think he was going to really focus on dinner any more...

some time later

After some fun at the dinner table, Jason had coaxed her out and scooped her up, assisting her legs to wrap around his waist on the walk out. After laying her out on the sofa, and sliding between her legs, he kissed every inch of her that he could. Then it was his turn on his knees, and the start of the christening of the living room began. The sun faded away, the light near the sofa still on, before finally he licked his lips. Position had changed throughout the course of the couch; he stared up at her, her legs on either side of his head. Lips pressed lightly to the inside of her thighs.

“What are you most passionate about, Lala?” His words were soft spoken against her skin, breathing slow and steady.

Her smile took on a more excited shade, as she grinned brightly at his prompt response to a next time, eyes almost twinkling. She supposed it was a little worrying, but she'd deal with that at a later time. Probably rather soon, actually. Seeing as apparently 90% of her friends were now in serious relationships... Panda onesie. Pizza. Netflix. Wrapped up like a burrito. Just a screw you to them and their cute relationships, that was what infinite happiness tasted like. Yeah?

But right now, she was just so done with his shit and his winks, and his smiles and his innuendos and... she was 100% sure that her body temperature was now broken. Whenever in the presence of one Jason Marren, at least. She was not a blusher, okay? At least, not until now. Bloody ridiculous. But she did like it, she had zero issues with the mouth, and the jokes, she was just. She was used to her being the one to deal them, not so much on the receiving end. And, frankly, she hadn't expected it from Jason.

She burst into laughter at his reaction to cannibalism and had to place an arm over her stomach, to calm down the cramps. "You're adorable, you know that" she beamed with a little smirk, shrugging her shoulder once. "You men and your junk. It's like someone mortally offended your mothers. But, I kid" she grinned brightly and winked at him. "I don't bite. Promise" she cackled dramatically and got back to her plate, which needed to be cleared asap.

At his unsure question, she nodded slowly, smirk in place and probably would've made some bad joke about wanting the D, but decided against it as she crawled under the table. "I'm serious. You stop, I stop" she added, amusement in her voice as her hands curled into his boxers and pulled them down, before she leaned forward to meet him.

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In a post-haze, Lala was smiling down at him almost ridiculously, face calm and blissful, as she passed her fingers through his hair, caressing and rolling a strand between her fingers, here and there. His question barley registered - she saw his mouth move, felt his breath on her thigh, but it took her a moment to move her eyes to his eyes. She watched him for a moment, still smiling, and her tongue flitted between her teeth as she smiled cheekily. "You" she replied, still smiling serenely. And maybe it would've been a lovely moment, if her smile hadn't turned into an almost demonic grin and she hadn't wagged her eyebrows like a dumb, sleazy teenager.

Pushing herself up on her knees, she moved backwards, until he could plomp back down on him, rather unceremoniously, hands on his chest and shin resting on them. "I don't know" she said, wiggling her lower body, to make room for herself between his legs. "I'd like to say my art, but I'm nowhere near that methodical about it" she scoffed, rolling her eyes a little. Mostly she just went with the flow, she was passionate about projects she really enjoyed, but it was kind of like second nature at this point. She painted just as she breathed, and ate and so on... Latching her lips on his nipple, she gave a quick, soft suckle and then pressed her lips in the middle of his sternum, raising her eyes to smile at him.

"My friends, I guess" she said calmly, dragging herself upwards to bury her head in the crook of his neck, simply breathing over the smooth skin there. "I'm not much for family... my friends are my family" she added in a softer voice, smiling into his skin, right before she placed a soft peck right behind his ear. She was cuddling now... So, that was a new thing.

Adorable was not the word he necessarily wanted to be described as after she just joked about eating sausage in a cannibalistic way. “Or our father, technically.” Y chromosome and all that. Still, he smirked, rolling his eyes. “Pinky swear? No crosses count.” His eyes lazily found her face as he laughed.

She definitely kept him on his toes. Or, in this instant, in his chair. “I’ll eat this whole pan of pasta.” Jason was feeling rather hungry...

...

Eyes did roll at her response, shaking his head a little before kissing her inner thigh again as he smiled, watching her face. When she finally turned it into a joke, he chuckled against her skin, head moving forward to give her a taste of her own medicine, except - except she moved. Hands moved to accommodate her shift, one arm bent as it rested under his head as a makeshift pillow, propped up so he could watch her do her thing.

He hadn’t really experienced her art, not really. Obviously she was good enough to have jobs for it. Jason tilted his head before his other hand blindly reached along the ground, finally grabbing the fallen pillow. Putting it under his head, he sighed contently just before her little tease on his nipple. Gasping and laughing, he arched a little and shook his head. She was a conundrum...

Not much for family? A shiver ran down his back at her tickling voice and soft kiss. Closing his eyes, Jason wrapped his arms around her body and pulled her in closer. His lips pressed against her shoulder, gently and playfully biting it before applying another kiss on top of it. “It is important to have close friends. Especially in this city. It was how I survived after...” No, he raelly didn't want to focus on the holidays. Swallowing, he smiled and shook his head. "While I searched for the perfect apartment." Fingertips ran in slow circles on her back with one hand while the other fumbled for his wand. Accioing a blanket to them, he arranged the blanket around them.

After a deep breath, he rested his head against hers, arms around her comfortably. “Tell me about your art.” He kissed her neck softly, tongue flicking out to lightly tease the sensitive neck. One arm held her while the other hand gently rubbed her back.

She grunted a little as Jason moved to slip the pillow under hid head. She felt like a pile of goo. Lala chuckled softly into his skin and relished for a moment in the fact that he was so responsive to her. He was ridiculously hot like this - spread out under her, comfortable, and she was positive she was in love with his smile. Even the better if she had put it there.

When he placed his arms around her and pulled her tighter, Lala was a 100% sure she had actually purred. You never knew, what with living with cats all your life... Maybe she'd borrowed from their behavior. She snorted softly into his neck, rubbing her face in the crook of his neck, almost catlike. Damn right, she was marking him. Or something. That was so wrong and awkward. At least it wasn't dog marking... Oh God, her mind was definitely working in overtime now. But she didn't question herself, that's what she had Ellie and Sander for.

His playful nip on her shoulder sent little sparks all throughout her body and she sighed dreamily, nosing at his ear before giving it a little tug with her teeth. At this point, she'd be down with belly rubs. His voice vibrated through her and she felt the hesitancy in it, as he changed his mind about whatever he was going to say. And contrary to popular belief, there were times when Layla Styles actually knew when to hold her tongue. "Mhmmm, friends are orsum" she mumbled as she took a deep breath, burning his scent into her brain and fingers lazily drawing circles around his nipple.

When the blanket settled over her, she sighed again. "Thank fuck, I got goosebumps on my bum" she said with a little snort. "Not that you're not providing the heat of a hot, burning furnace, of course, but it was a little unbalanced" she added licking a strip from the joint of his neck to his jaw, ending with a barely there press of her lips. "I feel like I read too much Anne Rice for all this neck action" she giggled, biting playfully into his throat. "There's not much to tell... It's just what I do, it's just another thing that makes me me" she shrugged a little. "I'll have to show you" she hummed, only for her head to snap up, almost hitting him in the jaw as she did.

"Sorry for that" she snorted, taking his face between both hands, fingers roaming over his jaw. "I wanna draw you" she declared enthusiastically, twinkle in her eyes. "I''ll draw you like on of them French girls" she grinned brightly, tipping his head back a little to suck around his Adam's apple for just a moment. "If you'll let me that is" she continued, a little more subdued but still smiling warmly. "And if you really wanna see my work in all its glory, you should let me do Aidan's room. I do enchanted murals" she batted her eyelashes, smiling her most innocent smile. "Of course... I also need to eat" she added more seriously. She was only half kidding, she didn't do freebies. Discounts, yes. Freebies, nein.