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“Okay I brought some back from Colorado just to see…”
It had been a shit day.
From the traffic jam on the way to her 6:30 am shift, to the fact that Scarecrow gassing Main Street was what caused it, and then the way her gas mask messed up her makeup when she had a long awaited meeting about getting the donations to revamp the dog kennels at the shelter…
It had been a pretty fucking bad day, but there was a silver lining. Jason wasn’t going to be home until well after eight today, which meant she had two whole hours to enjoy the one secret she kept from him.
Grabbing the box from under the bed, she slid it out across the hardwood. Simple and small, it was a little, dusty, wooden thing with a brass lock on the front and a classic yellow smiley face in the center.
Pushing the lid open, she found the object of her desire laying in neat rows along the bottom of the stash box. The stress melted some from her shoulders at the mere sight of them.
Twenty minutes later, the bathroom was hazy with smoke and steam, music cooing loudly from her phone while the shower head sizzled with the heat of the water she stood beneath. Her hips swayed with the beat of the music, all of the day’s tension having washed away with the pressurized water.
“I’m a million bucks on a queen motel bed,”
Swaying her hips in time with the drums, she raised her hands above her head and moved with the sound, all vibes without a care as to how it looked. It was a kind of peace she could only ever achieve with help in the form of nature’s favorite flower.
“Ya know the wolf-man told me to be careful, love can bite,” the drama of it all made her smile to herself. Yes, love could bite. She’d been around the ringer once or twice, she knew all about the backstabbings and betrayals of the dating world.
But she got lucky with her Jason.
Beautiful, smart, kind-hearted Jason- just thinking about him made butterflies flutter in her chest, probably mixing with the smoke that was making her such a love-sick airhead. Snickering at herself, she shook her head.
“Maybe tomorrow I will finally finish laughing…”
To be fair on herself, though, however high she was- Jason was by far the best thing to ever fall into her life. And fall, he did. Right on his ass in the middle of a Parademon attack. She had yanked him onto his feet with strength she didn’t know she had, pointed him at the alien monster, and yelled, “SHOOT IT!”
He plays the recording from his helmet whenever he wants to tease her.
Shaking her head and burying her face in her hands once more, the smile on her face was starting to hurt. She couldn’t help it, though. He was just so cute, even if he was a little shit.
Now snickering at the thought of his face if he heard her say so, she missed the sound of the front door closing across the apartment.
The song shifted to another, and she perked up with wide eyes. “Oh, I love this song!”
Moving in time with the music as the opening chords kicked up, she closed her eyes and lost herself in the movements. It just felt too good, not having to care.
“Dad dancing, oh, we’re dad dancing…”
The shower was almost too small for her range of movements, elbow hitting the transparent door more than once. That was probably what drew him to the bathroom, not that she noticed for a good long moment.
“So I'll stumble down to the bar
Loving you, that's all I ever
Wanna do
Some people looking as I steal the room
They'll never know I won,”
She was really getting into it when that familiar, stifled laugh made her jump out of her skin.
“Jason!” she exclaimed, slapping a hand over her heart as her back hit the shower wall.
“Oh, shit, are you okay? I’m sorry, babe.” He snickered, and she could see his hands up in surrender through the fogged glass. “Gotta say, though, that didn’t look like dad dancing to me. Too much hip movement.” He was full on laughing now, as he pushed the glass door aside and that pretty face peeked in. His hair was wet, black and white smoothed down his forehead. It must be raining.
Pretty as he was, it wasn’t enough to protect her from the humiliation welling up in her chest.
He must’ve seen it, as his eyebrows raised, and then he was pushing the shower door aside to step in. Fully clothed.
“What- Jason!” She was equally shocked as the first time she said it a second ago, but now she was laughing too. “What the hell are you doing?” she asked as he took her hands in his.
“I was already soaked, and besides, you were having too much fun without me.”
She couldn’t stay feeling too bad with him looking at her like that. So, with a slight admonishing look, she started to move to the beat of the music once more. She giggled as Jason joined her, looking ridiculous in the small space, his coat and jeans dripping from the stream of the shower head.
“Some people looking as I steal the room,”
Jason held her hand up over her head, blue eyes sparkling as he had her spin for him.
“They'll never know I won,”
She laughed as they moved in time, unable to help her giggles at the sight of him looking like a big, wet cat.
“Look at my face, I'm no further in by you,”
She knew that, obviously, this meant she should try to be more open about herself with him- but for now, they could just have some fun.
“I'd be up for the chase, but I can't stop dancing now,”
Twenty minutes later, a breathless Jason was stripping from his heavy, wet clothes while she toweled off on the water mat.
“So, you wanna tell me what’s wrong?” he asked upon stepping out, muscular arms coming to wrap around her waist. She leaned back into him, humming in confusion.
“You don’t smoke unless you’ve had a bad day.”
Huffing a soft, “Dammit,” she laid her full weight back on him. He took her revenge like she weighed nothing, unphased.
“What gave me away, the red eyes or the smell?”
“Your smile, actually.” Lowering his head to rest on her shoulder, his own hunched with a deep sigh.
“Seems like you could use one, too,” she joked, trying to cut the tension. Jason had never made his stance on this clear, though he did smoke cigarettes.
“Oh, what, you’re sharing now?” he asked in a joking tone, but the statement was still made.
Crossing her arms over his on her stomach, she looked at him in the mirror. “How long have you known?”
“Since we moved in together. I thought you just wanted to keep it private and it wasn’t my business, so.” With a shrug, he let her go and stepped back.
She looked at him carefully, scanning his handsome face for any sign of discomfort on his part.
“Yeah, I could never not be that nosy,” she declared as she pulled the towel off to throw it over his head before strutting off into the bedroom.
With a fond smile, Jason followed after her.
“Really, though, are you going to share?”