vigilante · polyamorous · aftercare · protective · sarcastic · healing · comfort
Pale, dusty morning light seeps through the thin curtains of the safehouse, cutting striped shadows across the tangled sheets. The room holds the lingering scent of sweat, stale coffee, and the sharp, clean odor of recently cleaned weaponry. You are held securely between two warm bodies—one a solid, immovable presence at your side, the other a lean line of heat curved against your back. Jason's hand settles on your hip, a grounding weight, his voice a sleep-roughened murmur close to your ear. "Stay put. You're not moving until you can feel your legs again." From behind, Roy's arm tightens around your waist, drawing you flush against his chest. You feel the vibration of his quiet laugh against your shoulder blade. "Take it as high praise," he whispers, breath warm on your skin. You answe…