illuxinated | [For Jason] Post-TR Day

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[For Jason] Post-TR Day

Lux doesn't have a watch. She'd not been wearing one the day she turned up, fresh from a midnight swim, and she doesn't know what time it is aside from that it's late.

Really late. Late enough that Baze might start to worry if he wasn't so busy trying to hump that Kate chick so that he can go make a new family with her and her baby and her stupid hut with its stupid palm fronds.

Distantly, Lux understands that having these thoughts means two things: She's a cliche, and she's drunk.

Neither of those things seem to matter much, though, when held against the fact that it's so damned hot here, humidity creeping up under the thin fabric of her sundress and making her skin sticky. Tromping through the jungle, she pauses to lift the weight of her hair from the nape of her neck and then realizes as she stares into the inky darkness that she's got absolutely no idea where she is.

"Oh, just great," she spits out, dropping her hair to fling both arms out in an emphatic gesture that there is no one to see.

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It's a pretty flimsy excuse and Lux isn't sure she buys it, but Jason looks so abashed about the whole thing and he's pulled his arm from around her so quickly that she lets it be.

"It's okay," she tries to reassure him, pausing to bend down and jerk one of her sandals from her feet so that she can dislodge the pebble caught between her toes. "I'm kind of drunk, I don't know if I'd be any good at it," she says, still bent over and shaking out her shoe. "It might make me better."

"How can you do it bad?" Jason asks, surprised enough to laugh. He's only ever kissed Talia, and while his feelings about it after have been...mixed, at the time it was undeniably good, and Jason flushes a little hotter.

"Oh trust me, you can," Lux emphatically declares as she slides her sandal back on, momentarily wobbling in place before popping back up again. "I kissed a guy once and it was really wet. It was like I just slid right off of there," she explains with a swoop of one hand. "That was because of him, not because of me," she hastens to add, leveling Jason with a serious gaze. "I'm an amazing kisser, no contest."

Jason's face is all horrified fascination, following the swoop of her hand and grinning wider the longer he spends picturing it. "The fuck was his problem?"

"I think he was nervous," Lux attempts to guess, pushing both hands through her hair. "And twelve. There was a lot of spit involved. An excess of spit."

"You kissed him when you were twelve?" Jason asks, laughing again. He hadn't had a thought in his head past not strangling himself with a bat line when he was twelve. "Isn't that kinda young?"

"I might have been eleven," Lux says, screwing up her face in thought. "It was a long time ago. My first kiss, I was nine. I remember that one. We foster kids start early, baby," she declares, and drunk though she may still be, it isn't untrue.

"Not this one," Jason replies, not wondering even once if that makes him odd. There'd hardly been time for childhood itself in his short life, let alone childhood kisses.

He catches her shoulder, leading her over another sprawling root. "How much did you drink tonight?"

Briefly, Lux actually attempts to take a mental tally. It becomes immediately obvious that it's a fruitless endeavor, however, so she settles for answering, "I don't know," which is the truth of it.

"They make these fruity drinks, I don't know what they put in them," she clarifies. "I stopped while I could still walk." That has to count for something, even if she'll still regret it come tomorrow.

"I think walk must mean something different to you," Jason replies, pushing a low hanging branch out of the way before she walks right into it. Jesus, this is seriously taking forever, and he doesn't even want to think of the fuss she'll make if she breaks her damn nose on accident. "If I pick you up are you gonna yell at me?"

"I don't know, are you going to swing me around like Tarzan?" Lux asks, fixing Jason in a vaguely haughty look. "Chivalry is a-okay, but I don't want to be flipped through trees."

"You'd probably just barf on me if I did," Jason says with a sudden chuckle. He swings her onto his back with a quick, gentle grip on her arm and a tug, catching beneath her thighs to keep her steady. "Okay?"

"This…is not what I expected," Lux admits as she scrambles to grasp hold of Jason's shoulders. "What is this, Twilight? I'm not your little spider monkey, okay? You're supposed to carry me. You know, carry me. This isn't romantic, Jason. It's like I'm humping your back."

The run on of too many confusing statements followed by two terrifying ones nearly sends Jason stumbling. Whatlight? Humping his back?

"Jesus," he exhales, tossing a look over his shoulder that's half frustrated, half despairing confusion, "Does anything make you happy?"

"Yes," Lux firmly replies, but doesn't offer any clarification. Apparently Jason's not going to alter his choice of transport, so she settles into a slump against him with a sigh, ruffling the hair above his right ear. Which gives her an idea.

Wordless but thoroughly self-satisfied, Lux leans back, peers at the nape of Jason's neck in the dim light, and blows cool air against it where hair meets skin.

He almost thinks she's gone to sleep, and for a short, strange moment it's actually too quiet, Jason's mouth opening to see if she's down for the count when he feels a puff of breath against his neck.

It's...

He sees why it freaked her out, his ears going hot in the way they only do when he thinks of Talia, and Jason's foot catches against a root. "Shit!" he grunts, catching her first and then his own knee against the ground, breath coming uneven in a way that has nothing to do with the ache in his knee. "Sorry."

When they fall forward, Lux lets out a squeak, her arms instinctively tightening around Jason's neck. A pause stretches out long and awkward between them, Lux stock still against Jason's back, his pulse fluttering against her wrist.

"Smooth," she says, mostly to break the silence, but immediately finds herself hilarious and dissolves into a fit of barely contained giggles.

This is...far and away the last place he expected to be tonight, on his knees in the forest with a giggling girl on his back, and Jason's eyes are wide as they stare into the darkness all around them.

"Would you - " he starts, but it feels funny in his mouth, breaths bubbling past his lips too quick to stop, and all at once Jason realizes that he's laughing. "Don't laugh at me."

"I'm not laughing at you, I'm laughing on you," Lux counters, which makes the situation seem all the more amusing. Trying to contain herself, she ducks her face into the little space between her elbow and Jason's neck, but it does little good, her shoulders still shaking. How is she still this drunk? It seems like they've been out here for hours, and yet she must still be hammered because she can't keep her giggles from evolving into full-fledged laughter. It feels good to let go and simply be happy for a moment, even if it's over something as silly as all this.

Jason gives up all at once, sinking loose limbed onto the ground and racked by the same helpless, ridiculous laughter as the girl on his back. "What the fuck?" he wheezes, trying to twist to face her and failing. "Do I at least get points for being on solid ground this time?"

"I'm only giving you a two for style, that was just sad," Lux replies through her laughter, lifting her head to find herself faced with the side of Jason's head. She sighs happily as her giggles taper off, and then peers contentedly down into the one blue eye she can actually see.

"That was nice," she says a little dreamily, then sobers enough to clarify, "the laughing, not humping your back."

"Yeah." He realizes he means it the same moment it leaves his mouth, and Jason doesn't try taking it back, rubbing fingers over cheeks sore with laughter, pushing traces of tears from the corners of his eyes.

"Gotta say though. Back humping's a new one."

"First time for everything," Lux pragmatically asserts, and then lays her cheek against Jason's shoulder, her whole body settling against his. "Let's just stay here, this is good," she murmurs as her eyes fall closed.

Jason feels her weight settle against his back, warm and slight, and he figures, maybe there's time for another first. Shifting her carefully, he angles her until she's in his arms and stands, hoping to god she's not about to shout at him.

There's a bit of hair in her eyes when he looks down at her, and Jason blows again, this time to move it, spoils it all a moment later when he says, "Just tell me if you're gonna puke, okay?"

The puff of air makes Lux pull a face, but instinct has her almost immediately curling in against Jason, arms around his neck and cheek laid against his shoulder.

"'M fine," she quietly asserts as she nuzzles in. "This is so much better."

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