A/N: Requested on Tumblr. I haven't gotten around to posting all those drabbles, but I actually really like this one, so here you go! :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Young Justice. Song is "One More Night" by Maroon 5.

One More Night

Jade's back slammed into the wall and her gasp for air was cut short by Roy's lips and their movements of insatiable desire. She growled, and raked her nails through his hair and pushed against the wall to wrap her legs around his torso. The sudden friction caused him to release her lips as well as a sharp intake of air. He leaned his head back, and Jade bit into the opportunity and pulled a glinting sai to his exposed neck.

You and I go hard at each other like we're going to war.
You and I go rough, we keep throwing things and slamming the door.
You and I get so damn dysfunctional, we stopped keeping score.
You and I get sick, yeah, I know that we can't do this no more.

"I'll make you bleed," she whispered as pure seduction glimmered over her wet lips.

Roy narrowed his eyes and the corner of his mouth lifted into a hungry snarl.

"And I'll make you scream," he hissed back as he lifted her and swung her to the bed in one rough motion.

Yeah, but baby there you go again, there you go again, making me love you.
Yeah, I stopped using my head, using my head, let it all go.
Got you stuck on my body, on my body, like a tattoo.
And now I'm feeling stupid, feeling stupid, crawling back to you.

Roy glided his fingers up and down Jade's side, methodically skating back and forth over her curves. The sliver of moonlight that stole from the broken blinds of his bedroom window created one lone tiger-stripe down his path, and his mind shivered at the echoes of all the nights they had spent in his bed.

She was a tiger. He was the hunter with the bow and arrow. But who was the predator, and who was the prey?

So I cross my heart and I hope to die
That I'll only stay with you one more night
And I know I said it a million times
But I'll only stay with you one more night

Every night he told himself it would be the last. But then every night they would repeat the same rooftop tango to his apartment. Every fight would only rouse the fire; every drop of blood drawn only thickened his lust.

But every morning, he would feel the warning breaths of danger danger danger bear down on his naked skin.

He had to stop. He knew he had to stop. He needed to stop.

Try to tell you "no" but my body keeps on telling you "yes".
Try to tell you to "stop", but your lipstick got me so out of breath.
I'll be waking up in the morning, probably hating myself.
And I'll be waking up, feeling satisfied but guilty as hell.

But then, there were mornings when he would wake up, and feel the absence of loneliness by his side; he would feel her warmth, her skin against his, her quiet breathing... just her.

And he would turn and nuzzle into the curve of her neck, wrap his arm around her, cup her face, and lift his head so he could kiss her good morning.

Yeah, but baby there you go again, there you go again, making me love you.
Yeah, I stopped using my head, using my head, let it all go...