Not Letting Go - Part 2
So here’s part 2 of the Jason x Reader Soulmate series!
Sorry for the wait, my weekend was crazy! Also, it is super late but I just had to get this done today, so sorry if it’s not the best. Hope you guys like it! Part 3 will be on the way soon~
Meeting Jason in your fire escape became a regular thing after that night, unconventional though it was. If you were honest with yourself, you were glad that your relationship hadn’t progressed any further than that yet. You liked Jason. A lot. Much more than you would care to admit. But you were still hesitant when it came to your relationship and wanted to take it slow. You had seen what falling in love had done to your mum and honestly you were scared. Jason seemed to understand though and never tried to rush you, even though it had been a couple of weeks since you had met.
At first he would only come once every few days. You would be sitting at your desk reading or sprawled out across your duvet listening to music when the knock on the window would come. Immediately your stomach would fill with butterflies and you’d find yourself grinning stupidly, heart pounding as you rushed to the window and yanked it open. The sight of him was like a balm, soothing your nerves and easing tension that you hadn’t even been aware of until it was gone. Jason’s expression would turn soft as soon as he caught sight of you, and he would offer you his hand to help you clamber out the window. More recently he had started to simply grab your waist and lift you out the window himself, laughing when you struggled and protested. You blushed every damn time, and you guessed that might just be the reason that he did it.
You had known Jason for almost three weeks before you invited him in. Even then it was more out of necessity than anything. It was a Wednesday evening, and it was pouring rain outside. The rain had never bothered you before, but since meeting Jason you had come to hate it. Rain meant no visit from your soulmate that night, and it had already been two days since you had seen him last. You missed him, and the intensity of the feeling frightened you. Already the thought that Jason might just not come back was intolerable, you didn’t want to think about what that might mean. So it was that you were laying on your stomach across your bed, head propped up in your hand while you read a book, when you heard the already familiar sound of Jason knocking on your window. You almost didn’t hear it over the torrential sound of rain against the roof overhead, but when you identified it you jumped up and raced to the window, fumbling with the latch and flinging it open. Instantly you were subject to the full force of the storm outside, rain splattering your face as you leaned out into the wind and squinted into the darkness. Jason stood just outside your window, soaking wet and grinning like an idiot. To say you were surprised was an understatement. His clothes clung to his skin, soaked through with rain, and his hair was stuck to his forehead in complete disaray. “Jason! What are you doing?” You had to yell over the sound of the wind, a mixture of horrified and amazed. “I just had to see you doll,” he admitted, having the dignity to look sheepish. “Uh, could I..” “Oh! Oh of course, come in!” You jolted back from the window, giving Jason room to clamber in and shut the window, soaking your carpet as he did so. “Sorry to drop in uninvited doll, I know you don’t like it,” he was rubbing the back of his neck, his eyes apologetic when he looked at you. You softened immediately, realising thag despite your previous inhibitions you were actually delighted that he was here. “Don’t worry about it.” You smiled at him warmly. “Just.. stay there while I grab you a towel. Like seriously, don’t move, you’ll get everything wet,” you warned, turning for the door. He replied with a mock solemn “Yes ma'am”.
When you returned carrying a stack of towels you found him in the exact same spot you had left him in. You tossed him one, only sorry that you didn’t have any spare clothes to offer. You made do with taking his jacket, shirt and shoes and putting them on the radiator to dry off. You tried not to stare at his chest while he changed and failed miserably. He chuckled when he caught you looking and you blushed bright red, resolutely looking at the floor as you took his clothing from him. “Thanks sweetheart,” He mused your hair fondly, and you protested, blushing even harder now. “Hey!” You grumbled, ducking out from under his hand and giggling, going to hang his clothes over the radiator. When you turned back he had a towel wrapped around his shoulders, concealing his torso but making it no easier for you to ignore the fact that Jason was standing in your room in only his jeans and if your mother walked in you were as good as dead. Of course that was only if you didn’t die of heart failure first because god he was beautiful. You had known he was well built, but you hadn’t even guessed at just how toned he was until now. It was making you feel insecure about your own body just looking at him. You bit your lip, suddenly unsure. Jason picked up on your change of mood and came over to you, cupping your cheek gently in one hand while the other arm encircled your waist, drawing you closer to him. “Hey, everything okay?” His eyes were gentle, captivating, and you found you couldn’t lie to him. You looked down, whispering, “You’re amazing Jay. And I’m.. well, me. You deserve better,” Saying the words out loud made you feel vulnerable. “Sweetheart, listen,” Jason’s voice was unexpectedly serious when he spoke. “I have done very bad things in my life. Hell, I still do. People like me probably don’t deserve a soulmate at all,” Despite yourself you felt a trill of fear go through your body at his words. But then his voice dropped lower, softened. “And then I get you. Doll, you are the most amazing, brilliant, gorgeous person I have ever met.” You looked up at him, stunned, and then Jason leaned in, closing the distance between you and pressing his lips to yours. The kiss was slow, gentle, and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders to anchor yourself. When he pulled back you were breathless, feeling like you were floating off the ground. His hands were on your hips steadying you, and he rested his forehead against yours, his proximity and the smell of leather and metal surrounded you and made you feel safe. “Jason,” you breathed, dazed, and he chuckled, hugging you close.
Somehow you ended up laying on your bed, tucked securely against Jason’s chest as you just cuddled and talked quietly. You had expected the dynamic between the two of you to change when he kissed you, but instead you just felt even more connected to him than you had before. It felt natural to be with him like this, and as much as your brain wanted you to freak out you just couldn’t. Instead you were just relaxed, happy. At some stage during the night you fell asleep like that, Jason’s fingers tangled in your hair as you snuggled into him, feeling content and whole for what may have been the first time in your life.