0002. CHAPTER TWO
— jealousy is a bitch

warnings: this chapter is NSFW (the book is marked mature for a reason) ... have fun

"I REALLY DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY YOU EVEN AGREED TO HELP HIM WITH A PROBLEM THAT HE SHOULDN'T BE DEALING WITH IN THE FIRST PLACE," Roy quipped, watching Augustine run around their shared bedroom packing her suitcase. "It's the first time he calls in practically forever and you're jumping to go and help him."

"If I didn't know any better, Roy, I'd say you're jealous."

Roy let out a huff, "I'm not jealous, just, frustrated. You're using up some of the only days off you have to help him with something. Something that you don't even want to do. August, clearly this isn't what you should be doing."

Rolling her eyes, August continued to pack her suitcase, "He needs help, Roy. That's what friends do for each other."

"He hasn't been your friend for a long time and you know it," Roy crossed his arms. "He goes years without talking to you and then bam! Suddenly he needs your help and you're chasing right after him."

"Again, not to ring the jealous bell but," August smiled, pushing herself to stand in front of him. Out of instinct Roy's knees parted to give her space, his cheek leaning into the hand she had gently placed on it. Rubbing soft circles onto the apple of his cheek, August couldn't help but have her heart soften. "You have nothing to be jealous of and nothing to worry about. Yeah, he's been a shit friend, but we've been through so many things together, I have to at least lend a hand. Besides, how many times have you saved any of our friends from even the smallest of things?"

Roy grumbled, "A couple of times."

"That's no different from what this is," August rested her forehead against his. "It just comes in handy to have a friend with superpowers."

"You know, those superpowers could do a lot of good," Roy lifted a brow, leaning back a little to watch as her face shifted.

With a laugh, August huffed, "Absolutely not."

Her words were concrete — definite. There was no way in hell she would ever be caught dead in a suit. She had never craved to help people in that way, not in the way her mother or (biological) father had. Augustine Finley was content with her choice of being a doctor, helping people through the power of healing. She was, however, not content with the powers that flowed inside of her very being. The cells were lined with a strength she couldn't quite explain, with a capability she had barely scratched the surface of. They were powers her mother passed down, an alien gene that only became active when mixed with another X gene (aka, sorry to all of the Finley men, they never had access to the powers she and her mother had) (which, thinking of, might have been the exact reason the first biological Finley female in almost two hundred years was Harlow). Powers that scared the living shit out of Augustine Finley, not because of what they were or the fact that she knew they were stronger than what she used them for, but for the simple fact that one day she would use them to help someone. Because she would. If it came down to saving someone's life or keeping herself from the hero's life, Augustine Finley would choose to save a life. Every. Single. Time.

So, no. No, Augustine Finley didn't want to be a hero (vigilante, part of the problem, sidekick, whatever you decide to call them), she wanted to be away from that. She wanted to get out of her mother's shadow, at least, out of that shadow. Out of the shadow that led to the league and danger that no one could understand. No, Augustine Finley didn't want to live a life of constantly looking over her shoulder. Fearing that one day someone would find out who she truly is. What she truly did. The fear that someone would find her, find her secret base and hurt her (or worse, there were worse things than death in Augustine's book). Being a superhero, being a vigilante, it took a certain type of person to do. Someone like Roy, or even Dick. Augustine Finley never felt like she fit the mold of someone worthy of fighting. Worthy of protecting the people around d her. That was the main difference between her and Roy, he had a reason to fight. A reason to be angry at the world is to want to keep people from getting hurt. Augustine felt like all she had was a legacy to carry. But, carrying a legacy is hard. Downright impossible, even.

She didn't want to let the legacy down. So, it was easier to never take it on. To never even attempt the one thing her mother wanted from her. The one thing the entire league wanted. And Augustine understood it, she really did. She was powerful, her capabilities would be a huge asset to them. Getting her into any battle could help their odds, but that meant she would have to feel comfortable with the powers in her veins. To be capable of keeping herself from breaking down. To understand the full strength of her capabilities.

"You're really that against going into the line of work?" Roy pulled back, effectively making Augustine's hands drop from his cheeks. "It's not that bad, not when you think about it, really."

"I'm pretty sure you almost died, multiple times," Augustine sighed. "Also, I'm pretty sure you said you would never go back to the lifestyle once you retired."

"And yet," Roy mumbled.

"You have, yeah. But it's hard to leave it behind, especially when you're friends with people and want to protect them. Want to help them," Augustine shrugged. "Can't have that problem when you were never in it, to begin with."

"You can have that problem, though."

"This doesn't count."

"Baby," Roy whined. "It's the same crap put into a different bottle with a different label. You don't have to fight crime or have a vigilante name, but you've always acted like one of us. Maybe it was just genetics, maybe it was just a random game of chance, or maybe you got both. You've never had to go out and fight crime to do good, to help people. That's one of the things I love about you."

Augustine leaned into the hand that crept up onto her cheek, smiling down at the man who was sitting on the bed. She took a moment to think before throwing both of her legs over the top of his, straddling his waist. He was thrown off guard for all three seconds (Augustine counted, she liked to see his reaction times) before his hands shifted from their original placement to the backs of her thighs. Pulling her hand up and onto his cheek, Augustine let out a flustered laugh. "I love you too, dork."

He smiled some more at the sight of her pink cheeks, diving in to attack her lips with his own. Augustine let out a squeak, something Roy was quick to take advantage of as his tongue slipped into battle with her own. Her hands slowly moved down from his face to his chest, tugging at the bottom of the shirt he was wearing. Leaning back from the kiss, Roy smirked at the woman, a brow raised. Augustine couldn't help but stare at him. The sight of his almost perfectly pink lips slightly swollen from the kiss, the way his red hair was already breaking out of the gelled confines he put it in for work in the morning. "Want me to lose the shirt, sweetheart?"

God, that tone. Augustine would always crumble under it. Finding words hard to come up with (let alone actually even say), she let out a nod with a quiet whine. Roy couldn't help but let his smirk grow, which only made Augustine's cheeks redden more. It wasn't the first time they had seen each other like this — not even close to it. Yet, every time they ended up like this, Augustine became a bumbling mess within seconds. She thought, maybe, that was just how she reacted to these situations. As Roy pulled his shirt over his head, Augustine knew it wasn't a thought or theory anymore. It was true, she could tell anyone that. Her eyes raked down his chest, hands trailing up to lightly trace the countless scars that were randomly littered across it. Without even thinking, Augustine leaned over to place kisses across the more prominent scars — ones she had asked about before. The ones she knew the story behind.

Roy gently placed his hand underneath her chin, tugging lightly to get her face level with his again. Augustine was the one who surged forward this time, lips pressed firmly against his as her nails slowly raked down his chest. Roy let out a groan at her actions, which only made Augustine want to do it more. To hear him make those noises again. His hands moved up from their position on the backs of her thighs, stopping for a moment on her ass before tugging at her shirt. Augustine pulled back from the kiss, moving her arms up into the air to help Roy remove her shirt. Roy's lips continued to trail past her lips, beginning to suck and nip at the skin behind her ear and down her jaw. Augustine tipped her head back and to the side, giving him more space to trail down. He smiled against her skin when he realized what she was doing, one of his hands reaching back to the clasp of her bra and undoing it.

Almost like it was a part of their normal day-to-day routine, Augustine knew exactly how to position her arms so she could throw her bra on the floor without moving Roy an inch (perhaps, Augustine thought for a moment, it was something they had done often enough to become a routine). His lips continued to trail down her neck, spending more time as he reached the spot that made her breath hitch. Enough that a moan tumbled past the confines of her lips when Roy bit at the spot, his hands pressing her back closer to his chest. He shifted, moving them so Augustine was lying on the bed underneath him. One of his hands traveled down her stomach as his lips trailed the kisses onto the valley of her breasts. His hand stopped on the button of her jean shorts, pulling his lisp back to look at her with a raised brow, "Can I take these off?"

Her throat felt dry as she stared into his green eyes, a nod falling from her, "Yeah."

He pulled her shorts off, her legs opening so he could slot himself in between them. Roy looked back up to her, fingers toying with the trim on the lace panties she was wearing. "These too?" This time, all it took was her nod for him to pull them off of her. He trailed his kisses lower, lips hovering over the one place she wanted him (re: needed him) to touch. Roy sent her a coy smile, one that made her stomach do flips. "Tell me what you want, baby."

"You," Augustine's voice was high-pitched, breathy. She was surprised she had managed to even say one thing.

"You've gotta be more specific than that," Roy blew out a laugh, the air hitting directly onto her sensitive nub. Another whine left past the blonde's lips. "Do you want my fingers? Tongue? Both? You've gotta tell me, baby."

Augustine went to speak again, just as he blew out another breath that left her keening. Her hands went to grab at the tufts of auburn hair, "Roy."

"That's my name, baby. Not an answer." Another laugh. "Haven't even done anything to you yet and I've got you whining under me."

"Both, Roy, please," She tugged harder at the hair in her grip, a sigh leaving her lips as she begged. He leaned forward, lips attaching to her clit as one arm fell across her hips to keep them against the bed. Another ragged moan came from her, her hips fighting against the arm he had just placed against her, trying to buck up in the air. Her hand grabbed at the locks of hair again, tugging tighter than before as he pushed his face further into her. His free hand trailed up her thigh, fingers leaving a burning trail as they got closer and closer to the place she wanted them to be. Pulling back, he smiled up at Augustine. Part of her knew his routine, he liked being able to see what he did to her. How her head fell back as a moan left her lips (the same ones that were swollen and pink from their kissing just minutes before), or how she takes her bottom lip in between her teeth to hold back the little noises she makes. He's even told her that sometimes, he likes to look up at her and see her relax. See the weight in her shoulders slowly drift away — to see her have no worries. With no cares for the world around them. But this time, she knew it would be a while before they saw each other. He knew the same thing. It's why the two were both savoring every movement, every sound the other made.

His fingers circled her slit before his lips returned to their previous position, his eyes still trained directly on Augustine. Watched as her mouth fell open soundlessly as one of his fingers slowly thrust into her. Roy groaned, sending the vibrations straight into her clit, only adding to the pleasure Augustine was feeling. The knuckles embedded in his hair had turned a fair shade of white, holding tightly as he pushed in a second finger. He slowly built up a rhythm, thrusting the two fingers in and out as he lightly nipped at her sensitive nub. Augustine's eyes fluttered the moment he thrust his fingers back in and every so slightly made a motion with them, one that made the tips of his fingers hit that sport inside of her that made her toes curl.

The spot that had her start to see stars.

"Roy," His name left her lips like a simple praise, she was getting close and he knew it. It's why he pulled back, another coy smile playing across his lips as he pulled his fingers back out of her only to quickly push them back in. "I'm, fuck, I'm."

"Go on, then," Roy chuckled. "Let it out."

"I'm," Augustine let out another broken moan as his lips went back into their battle. The dam that had been building inside of her was finally about to break — the pleasure was oozing from every part of her just waiting for the ability to fail. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum."

Leaning back far enough so that he could be heard (but still close enough that his breath could be felt on her body), "Let go for me, baby."

With the words falling off his tongue (not to mention the way that his mouth returned to its ministrations quickly after), Augustine felt the euphoric feeling wash over her. Her head leaned back and mouth propped open into the picture-perfect 'O' as a high-pitched whine left her. Roy's fingers continued to work her through the feeling until her body twitched underneath him and she was able to look at him again.

Moving her head slightly as Roy removed his fingers and kissed his way up her body, she smiled. Not one of the fake smiles she was so good at giving, it was a relaxed, happy smile. One she had only really seen on her face because of him, Roy brought out something good in her. Something she hadn't seen in years — not since Dick stopped talking to her. She brought her hand up against his face, her smile growing when he smiled back at her. "Hey."

"Hey," Roy whispered back. His legs were still slotted in between hers, the weight pushed down enough that Augustine could feel his member poking her folds. One of her legs hooked around his waist, pulling him in tighter as the hand on his cheek pulled him to her lips. The tips of their noses touched each other softly before their lips touched again, Roy bucking his hips into Augustine's. A small whimper left her, something Roy took advantage of by stuffing his tongue into her mouth and letting them explore each other. Augustine moved her hand from his cheek to the back of his head, fingers tangling into the nape of his neck. He pulled back softly, "You ready for more?"

Augustine nodded, "Please, Roy. I need to feel you."

"God, baby, when you say things like that," Roy groaned, pushing off the grey sweatpants he had been wearing. His underwear followed soon after, hitting the ground with a slight thud. Guiding his member through her glistening folds, Roy let out a quiet moan. Yet another thing that made Augustine's stomach do flips, even more so as he stopped to look up at her, waiting for a signal.

A nod.

And he pushed in, stretching her out as her head tipped back against the silk-encased pillows on their bed. Roy placed one of his hands in hers, interlocking them up near the expanse of her head. He moved himself to be closer, his lips ghosting against her sweat-glistened skin, quickly floating down to her ear. Breathy grunts fell past the confines of his lips as he bottomed out, giving Augustine some time to adjust before she squirmed underneath him. The two had done this dance countless times, they knew each other, and they knew what to do without even having to say a single word. It was comfortable, they were comfortable. Augustine knew, from the deepest part of her heart that Roy Harper was a safe choice. A safe person to give her heart away to (even if unknowingly, it would never be her whole heart, part of it wasn't hers anymore), someone she trusted. Someone she knew like the back of her hand, Roy Harper had become a part of her routine. She knew he would be home on the days that work hit her harder than normal, she knew he would always have a smile on his face and a comforting embrace waiting for her. And she knew that this would always be there, too. Being able to enjoy all of each other, hips grinding against each other as they shared the most intimate of moments with one another.

Something to keep their minds off of whatever was going around them. Or, in this case, as his hips picked up their speed and Augustine's whines filled the room:  something that put their feelings out into the room. The two knew they weren't going to see one another. Knew that this would be their last time being able to touch one another (and, sure, it was only for a week, but, it was something being said without having to be said out loud) and Roy Harper wanted to ruin any other man for her. His eyes had gone green, jealousy was a part of him no matter how much he wanted to deny it. And it wasn't without reason, everyone around Augustine Finley knew that Dick Grayson was important to her. Important enough that everyone else was shocked to find out they weren't together. Important enough that Roy Harper would get warned about how they had to have feelings for one another, even if they were denying it. So, yeah, the prospect of his girlfriend of two years going out to help her former best friend (you know, the one that people are just sure she's in love with) wasn't settling right with him. Maybe it was just his pride getting wounded, but he was the one in bed with her, right? He was the one getting to hear her cries, her whines, the moans she let out as he was the one who stretched her out. Dick Grayson had nothing to do with this, not now, not ever. At least, not for as long as he could help it. 

Augustine's one free hand had taken to gripping at his shoulders as Roy's hips continued to buck into hers, her sobs of pleasure becoming louder as the string inside of her got closer to snapping. Her nails dug into the skin of his back, something that made Roy's head fall into the crook of her neck, lips sucking on various places that he knew would be hard to hide. Places that would just barely peek over her t-shirts, or spots that her hair would be able to mostly hide except for the moment she moved her head. Something that marked her as his, a way to tell others to back away (and by others, Roy Harper meant one person and one person only). The both of them let out a moan as her walls clenched down, pleasure washing over her for the second time that night. Roy continued to buck his hips into her, stopping only as he twitched and released inside of her. His forehead rested against her own, smiles resting on both of their lips. Augustine untangled their combined hands, reaching up to cradle his face again. She knew exactly what he was doing, why the events of the night had transpired into what they did. And honestly, it made her heart soar just thinking about it.

Jealousy is a bitch, but Roy Harper had let it take over him. But, damn him if he was going to let Dick Grayson walk back into her life without knowing who she belonged to. (And the short answer is, it's not Dick Grayson. That much is for fucking sure.).

AUTHORS NOTE

^ Roy to Dick through the language of hickeys.

No but fr, I was not planning on this chapter being smut. Anyways, I went feral while writing this (my friends can concur) (as can my irl best friend Hannah who had to suffer through me not only starting to write the smut while I was sleeping over at her house but who also then had to listen to me as I explained the entirety of my plot and the smut) (poor girl understood maybe every third word that came out of my mouth but she puts up with me somehow).

So ... how did we enjoy this chapter? Roy Harper is lil jealous ass bitch but it's okay bc he makes me ~feral~ and him being jealous is ~feral~ supremacy you know? How are we feeling about AugustRoy? Are we excited to see AugustDick actually interact (gonna be real with y'all, I'm not even sure if that would be next chapter but it's soon, I think, I don't actually know).

I also have no fancast for Roy that fits what I feel like he should look like. So for now, just imagine him as he is in the comics; sexy.