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After a brutal fight between stand users lands you in the hospital, most of your memory of the battle is a complete blur - you can barely remember why you were fighting in the first place. The one clear memory is Jotaro Kujo, holding you tenderly and calling your name as you fade out of consciousness. 

You open your eyes as you gradually start adjusting to your new surroundings; the soft monotonous hum of machinery and fluorescent lights around you. You attempt to take a deep breath through your nose and readjust your position, but you struggle as the weight of your injuries prevents you. 

You feel utterly hopeless in this moment. 

A gentle, warm hand resting on you snaps you from this state. You turn to see Jotaro sitting right beside your bed. “You’re awake,” he says, his voice low and steady as he takes the time to look you over. Cuts, bruises, bandages, breaks—it's almost too much to handle as you see pain in his own eyes. 

“This is my fault, I shouldn’t have pushed you into that fight,” he says, his brows furrowing with internal frustration. “I should have taken the risks into account, rather than only thinking of the end goal.” You can barely push a voice out as you whisper, “Hey.” You graze your thumb over his hand. “You didn’t make me do anything. You said you needed help, and I was there.”

“Is everyone else okay? Did we…did we do it?” you croak, unable to bear the mental burden of anyone else being like this - or worse.

“Everyone is fine, nothing they can’t handle anyhow,” he replies, maintaining tender eye contact with you. “The doctors did say you will be spending quite a bit of time here. I wanted to transport you to the Speedwagon Medicinal Base, but… they said it was too dangerous in your current state to move you.”

You let out a rattled sigh as you close your heavy eyes, deliberating over the information you’ve received in your medicated state.

“It’s getting late, anyway. I should leave you to rest,” Jotaro’s warm, calloused hand pulls away from you as he stands tall. “Jotaro, I…” you rasp as you open your eyes and watch his figure walk towards the door. His hands brace each side of the doorframe. He turns to look over you once more, and you see his pained face.

“If you need anything, I’ll be here. Just ask,” he mutters as he walks away, with no further conversation to be had. You close your eyes again and try to lull yourself into rest. You’ve never seen Jotaro worry so much, and the burden of his concern weighs heavily on your mind.

Hours turn into days as you embark on the slow journey to recovery. Countless nurses and doctors come and go, their footsteps echoing softly in the sterile halls of the hospital. They check in on you regularly, their faces a blur of concern and professionalism as they monitor your vitals, clean your wounds, and administer medication.

You find yourself enchanted by the warm rays of dawn as they filter through the window - as if the light has reinvigorated you. You shift your body around the bed carefully as you push yourself to a seated position. The dull aching of your muscles and joints linger on, but it’s not an overpowering agony like before. 

You hear a subtle knock on the door, and as you turn, you see Jotaro walk in. The weight of sleepless nights is evident in the bags under his eyes. You click your tongue as you look over him. “You really need to get more sleep, Kujo,” you say, pushing yourself up higher on the bed. As you do, you wince—pushing your shoulder in just the wrong position.

As he moves closer to you, frustration flashes across his features, his brow furrowing in exasperation.

“You shouldn’t have pushed yourself like that,” he scolds, his tone exasperated. “You need to be more careful, good grief.” you flinch at his stern words, the weight of his scolding hitting you like a physical blow. But as quickly as the anger came to Jotaro, his features softened again, replaced by concern.

His eyes meet yours, and you can see the worry etched in their depths. “I’m sorry,” he says, his voice softer now, filled with regret. “I didn’t mean to snap at you. I just... I don’t want to see you get hurt again.” You offer him a warm smile, you understand that it’s difficult to see someone you care about in such a situation. 

“I get it, but you can’t be wearing yourself out worrying about me. You need to take care of yourself, too” You gesture for him to come closer. “Besides, if you didn’t like me sitting up, you’re gonna hate this. Help me get out of bed.”

“What? No freakin’ way!” He shouts at you, the frustration evident in his voice before he realizes it’s probably a bit too early to be causing such a ruckus. “Do you know what it’s like sitting here like this, not even being able to sit in the warmth of the sunlight? Do anything for myself? C’mon Jotaro. This fucking sucks. It’s so hard…” Your lip quivers at your own vulnerability.

Jotaro's outburst fades again, replaced by a heavy silence. He takes a deep breath, visibly struggling to contain his emotions. "I know," he finally murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. "I know it's hard.” With a steadying breath, he moves closer, offering you his hand. "But you're not alone in this," he says softly. "I'm here, and I'll help you through it, every step of the way."

“Then help me out of this bed,” you assert, your voice trembling. Jotaro hesitates for a moment, his eyes searching yours for any sign of uncertainty. Finding none, he nods, his expression resolute. With gentle yet firm movements, he reaches out and offers you his arm as an anchor. 

You wrap your hands faintly around his strong forearm, drawing internal and physical strength from his presence as you slowly start to swing your legs over the edge of the bed. You lean into his form, feeling the steadiness of his support as you bring yourself to a standing position on your unstable feet.

Jotaro remains by your side, his grip on you firm and reassuring as he guides you along to the window. With your free hand, you move the curtain completely out of the way to see the view for the first time. The scene before you is surprisingly breathtaking—a canvas painted with beautiful orange skies from the sunrise, adorned with perfect clouds and a collection of forests and mountains in the distance.

Joy overwhelms you as a tear falls from your eye, and you can't help but grin. Watching something so simple after enduring so much pain and misery makes it all feel worth it. You turn to Jotaro to see his eyes glassy with a touch of emotion as well.

In that moment, you can feel his pride radiating from him, despite his concerns about your movements. It's a silent acknowledgement of how far you've come and the strength you've shown in the face of adversity.

You and Jotaro make it a habit. Each time he comes to check up on you, you navigate the challenges of leaving your bed, determined to experience the world beyond the confines of the hospital room.

Finding solace in this simple act becomes a cornerstone of your recovery journey. As you watch the hustle and bustle of outside life from the hospital window, a sense of connection to the world beyond fills you.

But it's not just the view that brings you comfort. Feeling Jotaro's warmth beside you is like heaven. You wish you could express how important these moments are to you, how much you cherish each shared glance and his unwavering support. 

You find yourself hesitating to express your feelings, afraid to risk the fragile friendship that has begun to blossom between you and Jotaro. Each time you stand together by the window, watching the world outside, the words linger on the tip of your tongue, yearning to be spoken but held back by the weight of uncertainty.

You wonder if Jotaro feels the same - if he senses the unspoken bond that draws you together. You shake the thought away from your head, but Jotaro senses the unease in you. His keen perception picks up on the subtle shift in your demeanour, and he turns his attention to you.

"Is something wrong? Pain?" he asks softly. You hesitate for a moment, fighting the urge to confide in him and tell him all the joy he brings to your life. You offer him a reassuring smile. "No, just lost in thought," you reply, your voice portraying none of the turmoil within. "Just grateful for your company."

Jotaro studies you for a moment, his gaze searching yours for any hint of deception. Finding none, he nods, accepting your explanation. You make your way back to your bed, taking careful steps to ensure you're not pushing yourself too much. As you settle back into the familiar surroundings, a nurse arrives with your food, placing it on the table beside your bed.

Most of the foods they've been giving you were easy enough for you to nibble on your own, but this time they've opted for a classically bland cereal. You attempt to drag the table over, but Jotaro quickly takes over, his actions efficient as you sit up.

You stretch out your hand to pick up the spoon, but a sudden pang of pain makes you drop it, the metal's impact echoing with a distinct cling sound. "I'll help you," Jotaro says, his tone decisive rather than offering assistance. You feel warmth rise to your cheeks at his assertiveness.

"I don't need you to do that, I'm okay, see?" you protest, attempting to grasp the spoon once more, but you're met with another stab of discomfort. “I didn’t ask you - I am telling you” he scolds. You swallow a lump in your throat. “Okay..” you mutter in defeat. Jotaro picks up the spoon and scoops a small amount of cereal and milk, then proceeds to feed you without further protest.

“Don’t make it harder than it needs to be, just let me help you,” his icy gaze puts you in your place. You shyly open your mouth as he feeds you, little by little until the cereal is gone. The last bite leaves a droplet of milk at the corner of your mouth.

“Tsk, so clumsy,” he chuckles softly, swiftly wiping away the liquid with a nearby tissue. Your cheeks flush with embarrassment; you never wanted him to see you like this. “You’re the one feeding me,” you stutter, attempting a bit of humour in the situation. There are a few silent moments before you hear a genuine laugh. “I guess you’re right, looks like I’m the clumsy one” he says between chuckles, the tension easing as laughter fills the room.

You allow yourself to laugh alongside him, his infectious joy captivating you. You yearn to evoke this laughter from him always. Lost in thought, you're taken aback when you notice Jotaro inching his face closer to yours. His gaze delves deep into yours, seeking a connection. Your breath catches in your throat, and you part your mouth slightly.

Jotaro bridges the gap between you, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips - and you eagerly reciprocate. You can feel your heart skip a beat. He pulls away as slowly as he starts, his subtle taste still on you. 

"I care for you, so much," his voice raspy - you can hear a hint of desire in his tone. "Seeing you smile brings me a joy I can barely describe. I still blame myself for the position you're in... I wish there was something I could do to make this better for you."

You place a hand on his, offering reassurance. "Keep coming back, that's all I need," you smile sincerely.

Jotaro nods, his expression softening. "I will, I will.." he trails off as he checks the time on his watch, his thoughts drifting to his responsibilities with the Speedwagon Foundation. "I should get going, I've got a bit of work to catch up on with the Speedwagon Foundation. We'll be heading to Japan for some...Joestar problems," he closes his eyes and chuckles to himself. "Trouble follows me everywhere, if I’m not chasing it that is" he trails off as he looks at you once again.

"I'll keep in touch where I can, I'll drop by when I can. Okay?" he holds your hand with his own, a silent promise in his touch. “Okay. Keep safe, yeah?” You meet his gaze with unwavering determination, conveying your resolve. 

“I will be back for you,” his reply matching your resolve. You helplessly watch as his silhouette fades away, leaving you to your own thoughts.

As Jotaro returns from Japan, you're almost completely healed and ready to go home. The anticipation of seeing him again fills you with excitement - you keep the memory of your gentle kiss on repeat in your head. Able to stand on your own, you greet Jotaro with a warm embrace. He happily returns the hug, but as you look up into his eyes, you notice the heavy weight he carries from his time away.

"Jotaro," you say softly, reaching out to him. "I'm so glad you're back." His attention finally meets your gaze, and for a moment, you see a flicker of relief amidst the exhaustion.

"I'm glad to be back," he replies, his voice carrying a hint of exhaustion. You bury your head into his chest and mumble into his shirt, "You've been through a lot," you say gently. "But you're here now, and that's all that matters. You came back to me."

He nods as he mutters a gentle "thank you," his gratitude palpable in the quiet moment shared between you. “I’m happy to see you standing on your own. You’re looking much better than you did when I left,” Jotaro remarks, relief in his voice looking over you in your improved condition. 

His strong hand gently lifts your chin from his chest and guides it up into his gaze, his piercing blue eyes staring right through you. Heat rises to your cheeks, and your heart races as you feel his breath on your skin. With a surge of anticipation, he leans down and steals another kiss - this time with more passion than the first. You eagerly reciprocate, standing on your tippy toes to deepen the kiss, matching his intensity with your own excitement.

His other hand buries itself into your hair, applying a gentle grip as he tugs your head back slightly, deepening the connection between you. It feels like an eternity has passed before he pulls his face away from yours once more. “I couldn’t get you out of my head,” he murmurs, his eyes half-lidded with a fog of desire as he whispers to you. Cupping his hands around your face, he leans in to plant a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"What have the doctors said about your condition? Do they have an estimate for when you can leave?" he asks as he guides you back to your bed. You slump onto the bed, crossing your legs so he can sit at the foot of it.

"They said I'm progressing nicely, but did mention when I do go home I need some ongoing monitoring to ensure I'm healed properly," you reply, the smile fading slightly as you admit something that's been weighing heavy on your mind. "My stand, it hasn't shown itself at all since this injury. I feel like there's an emptiness inside me," you add, gripping the clothing on your chest to physically indicate where you feel like you're missing your stand.

"Why didn't you mention this earlier?" Jotaro asks sternly, hoping you can give a decent explanation. "I wasn't sure if it was a big deal since I've been focusing so hard on my own recovery. My life force was so altered from that fight but..." you trail off as you look away. "I genuinely worry that I won't be able to help you, help the Speedwagon Foundation with evil stand users, with Dio's spawn... I just... I don't know what I would do if that was taken away from me," you sigh, your voice heavy with uncertainty and fear of the unknown. 

Jotaro shakes his head. "There isn't a problem we can't resolve. Once you've been cleared to leave the hospital, I'll organize a place for you to be monitored," he says firmly, his gaze unwavering. "In fact…you would be better off staying with me. You need someone to take care of you while you heal, and we need to find out what's happened to your stand. The Speedwagon Foundation is easily accessible from there."

Heat rises to your cheeks again as myriad thoughts swirl in your head. The offer both surprises and touches you, leaving you feeling grateful and overwhelmed at the same time.

“Let me take care of you, take care of these issues. It’s the least I can do for... getting you into this in the first place,” Jotaro says earnestly, his voice filled with a mix of determination and remorse.

His words resonate deeply within you, stirring a complex blend of emotions. Despite the challenges ahead, you find solace in the knowledge that you won't face them alone. You nod slowly as you take in the information. 

“Okay, I’ll... I’ll stay with you until this has been fixed,” you reply, your voice wavering slightly as you fiddle with your hands, feeling uncertain about your own resolve. The weight of your decision hangs heavy in the air, but deep down, you know it's the right choice.

“Good. I’ll organize everything before your discharge date. Now, how about you show me how well you can walk yourself to the window?” Jotaro offers a smile full of warmth, understanding the strength it took for you to talk about your issues. You can sense his pride in your resolve to beat these challenges, no matter how debilitating.

You push yourself up from the bed again and make your way unassisted to the window. As you reach it, you notice a flock of birds passing by and begin to describe their characteristics with your own scientific observations. Jotaro listens intently while you chat away, and for a while, the pain you feel in your heart dissipates.

It never felt like this day would come, but you have finally been discharged from the hospital, with a long list of precautionary instructions to follow while you continue your healing journey in a more comfortable setting: Jotaro’s home.

Every time the thought crosses your mind, it sends shivers through your core. You’ve never discussed those two moments of simple intimacy with him, and it seems like he’s not actively looking to converse about it either. An unexpected glare from the sunlight reminds you how long you’ve been away from the outside world, and you realise you need to readjust.

You spot Jotaro standing near a Speedwagon vehicle, finishing off the last of a cigarette before he notices you carrying all of your belongings.

“You should have waited for me to carry your things,” he scolds you for your impatience.

“I couldn’t wait; you have no idea how excited I was to get out of that place.” A shiver of a different emotion goes down your spine. The sterile environment is something you definitely won’t miss. “Besides, it’s not like I had much to carry anyway. Hardly worth the effort of you checking into the hospital again.”

Jotaro shakes his head silently, and you swear you see a subtle smile cross his face. He opens the door for you and ushers you inside the car. It’s surprisingly roomy as you sit yourself on the leather seating. Jotaro follows suit, and you find it humorous how much he needs to bend and contort his form to fit into the vehicle.

A distinct thud of the door encloses you both in the car, and shortly after, you drive off. Jotaro gestures to the bundle of paperwork in your hand. “Let me look over those. I’ll hand them to our medical team so they understand exactly what you need to continue your healing.”

You shyly hand them over as he starts to read out a list of items you need to keep in mind.

• Continue painkiller rotation every 6 hours until no longer necessary.
• Wound dressings are to be changed every 48 hours; including saline cleanse, betadine coating, and Aquacel packing where needed.
• No showers, warm salt baths only. Assistance may be required.
• Loose clothing only, no restrictive items.

“This should be simple enough to follow,” Jotaro states, handing the papers through the partition to the Speedwagon team member in the passenger seat. “Though I couldn’t find any clothing in your apartment that adheres to your needs. We can organize for new items to be purchased.”

You feel a wave of embarrassment wash over you at the thought of Jotaro taking such careful consideration for your well-being. “I... I can handle that myself. You don’t need to go through the trouble,” you mumble, feeling your cheeks heat up.

Jotaro glances at you, his expression softening. “It’s no trouble. I want to make sure you’re comfortable and have everything you need.” The sincerity in his voice catches you off guard, and you find yourself nodding, unable to argue. “Thank you,” you say quietly.

The car ride continues in a comfortable silence, the hum of the engine a soothing backdrop to your thoughts. You sneak glances at Jotaro, noting the tiredness in his eyes, the strain of his responsibilities evident. Yet, here he is, focused on you, ensuring your recovery.

As the vehicle pulls up to Jotaro’s home, you feel a mix of anticipation and nervousness. The house is imposing yet welcoming, much like Jotaro himself. He exits the car first, coming around to help you out, his hand steadying you as you step onto the driveway.

Inside, the house is spacious and meticulously kept. Jotaro leads you to a guest room, already prepared with everything you might need. Fresh linens, a stack of loose, comfortable clothes, and medical supplies are neatly arranged. “You’ll be staying here,” Jotaro says, his tone gentle. “If you need anything, just let me know. The Speedwagon Foundation team will also be checking in regularly.”

Overwhelmed by his kindness and the reality of your situation, you feel tears welling up. “Jotaro, this is all... it’s too much. I don’t know how to thank you.” He steps closer, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “You don’t need to thank me. Just focus on getting better. That’s all that matters.”

You nod, feeling a deep sense of gratitude and something more profound. As Jotaro leaves the room to give you some privacy, you sit on the edge of the bed, taking a moment to absorb everything. The path to recovery seems less daunting with Jotaro despite your embarrassment, and for the first time in a long while, you feel a small glimmer of hope.

The guest room is quiet and unassuming, with the faint sounds of the air conditioning and the ambient creaking of the house readjusting. You approach a full-length mirror on the far wall, its polished surface urging you to witness your form.

You slowly begin to undress, your fingers trembling slightly as you peel away the clothing that was provided by the hospital. Keeping your movements mindful of the pain that still lingers throughout your whole body. Eventually, you stand bare in the mirror, confronted by the reality of your injuries. 

The scarring is stark against your skin, each one a reminder of the battle you fought so hard to win. Some are beginning to fade away, whereas others are still angry and red. You trace a particularly deep scar along your abdomen - remembering the searing, agonising pain that accompanied it. Each of these represents your resilience and determination to keep fighting, to stay alive. 

Your eyes travel along your shoulder and the side of your abdomen, taking in the clusters of scarring. Your fingers trace along your biggest wounds, which are neatly bandaged. You think of your stand, the extension of your very life force, now silent and dormant. The emptiness you feel without it is like a void, impossible to fill.

You allow yourself to feel the weight of what you’ve been through. The physical pain is a constant reminder, but the emotional scarring runs deeper than you can describe. A shallow sigh escapes your lips as you contemplate the journey again. Your attention is caught by the sound of pipes groaning as they travel through the walls. 

A faint knock resonates in the room, pulling you from your thoughts. You quickly turn your attention to the door. “It’s me. I’m running a bath for you. It should be ready shortly. I’ll come get you when it’s ready,” Jotaro’s voice is a soft murmur through the wood.

“Thank you,” you reply, reaching for a nearby gown hanging on a hook. The fabric is soft against your skin, a welcome contrast to the harshness of your scars. You tie the gown loosely around your waist and take a seat on the edge of the bed, waiting for Jotaro's return.

Minutes go by as you’re lost in thought before another gentle knock grabs your attention. “It’s ready,” Jotaro says as he opens the door slightly, enough to peer in and make sure you’re decent. You nod, and he steps into the room to help you get to the nearby bathroom. “Take it slow, I’ll help you along the way” his voice filled with concern. You grasp his hand and wince as you push yourself from the bed once again. 

His grip is steady as he leads you to the main bathroom of the household. Jotaro opens the door for you, the air inside warm and soothing. Steam from the bath creates a comforting haze, with the scent of lavender and bergamot travelling throughout it. Jotaro helps you to the edge of the tub, where your vulnerability makes you hesitate. 

“Do you need help?” he asks gently, his gaze meeting yours. You nod slightly, feeling the flush of embarrassment come over you. You start to remove your gown, and Jotaro takes it from your grasp - neatly folding it on a nearby basin. He supports you as you step into the warm water, the heat immediately easing the tension in your muscles. You never realised how much you missed something so simple. 

Jotaro starts rolling up his sleeves to his strong bicep and kneels by the edge of the bathtub. You feel the heat rise to your cheeks as you realise he’s holding a washcloth. He notices your apprehension and reassures you “I’ll be gentle”. He dips the cloth into the water and begins to wash your body with careful, tender strokes. 

He starts at your shoulders, moving the cloth in slow circles and then trails down to your arms, lifting each one gently to make sure no part of you is left unattended. His touch is soft and deliberate as he works around your injuries. He wrings out the water down your back, taking extra care around the larger injuries. 

As he moves the cloth over your collarbone, you can feel the warmth of the water travel down your chest. He hesitates slightly, the moment palpable as he travels to your breasts to continue his cleanse of you. You let out a small groan of relief as his touch starts unwinding the tension within you. You lean your head back into the edge of the bathtub, where you realise a neat bundle of towels has been placed for your comfort. You close your eyes, focusing on the sensation and releasing any hesitation to receive Jotaro’s care. 

Before long, he moves down your abdomen - carefully avoiding areas that are too tender to touch. The movements are soothing with each stroke of the washcloth taking away the remnants of pain or fear. Jotaro’s hand glides down your sides and over your hips, and then he moves to your legs. He lifts each of your legs gently, washing from your thighs down to your ankles. 

Your feelings overwhelm your internal dialogue, watching him meticulously take such careful attention was something you never expected from him. “Thank you,” you murmur, your voice barely audible over the sound of the water dripping from the soaked cloth. Jotaro pauses for a moment, his eyes meeting yours. “You don’t have to thank me,” he replies softly. “Just get better” 

You feel a lump form in your throat, the weight of his words settling deep within you. “I don’t know what I would do without you,” you admit, your voice trembling with emotion. Jotaro’s expression is unwavering and he reaches out to brush a strand of hair from your face. “You’re stronger than you think,” he says.

After the bath, Jotaro helps you out of the tub, wrapping a soft towel around your body. He supports you as you dry off, his hands gentle and respectful. Once you’re dressed again, he leads you back to the bedroom.

“Rest now,” Jotaro says, his voice low. “I’ll be here if you need anything. Just ask”

You silently nod your thanks as he closes the door gently behind him. Turning back, you take more notice of the small pile of clothing neatly folded at the foot of the bed. These include oversized shirts, flannelette pants, and thin socks, all in neutral colours. The clothing is soft, chosen specifically to make it easy for you to dress yourself.

You start with the shirt, sliding it over your head with minimal discomfort. The fabric feels gentle against your skin, a soothing contrast to the hospital gowns you've been accustomed to. Next, you pull on the flannelette pants, the elastic waistband fitting snugly without causing any irritation.

The socks, though simple, present a bit more of a challenge. You sit down on the edge of the bed, taking your time to carefully pull them over your feet. The effort required makes you wince slightly, but you persist, determined to maintain as much independence as possible. After a bit of a struggle, you finally manage to get the socks on, feeling a small sense of accomplishment.

Dressed in your new, comfortable clothes, you lie back on the bed, feeling more at ease than you have in weeks. The warmth of the fabric and the softness of the bed provide a cocoon of comfort, helping to ease the tension in your body. You allow yourself to relax, the events of the day swirling in your mind as you slowly drift to sleep. 

You and Jotaro settle into a comforting routine in between your medical treatment from the Speedwagon Foundation members who visit during the day. Each evening, he helps you with your bath, carefully attending to your needs with gentle hands and a patient demeanour. You find solace in these moments, his presence providing a sense of safety and care that helps ease the physical and emotional pain of your recovery. You barely exchange a sentence between you during this time together. 

One evening, as Jotaro prepares the bath, you sense a subtle shift in the atmosphere. The air feels warmer, the soft light in the bathroom casting gentle shadows on the walls. Jotaro's touch, usually so clinical and precise, lingers just a bit longer as he washes you.

As you lower yourself into the warm water, you feel Jotaro's strong hands steadying you. You lean back, letting the heat of the bath envelop you, soothing your aching muscles. Jotaro dips a cloth into the water and begins his usual routine, starting with your arms. He moves slowly, meticulously cleaning each part of you, his touch tender yet deliberate.

When he moves to your shoulders and chest, his fingers brush against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. You meet his gaze, and there's an intensity in his eyes that wasn't there before. He continues to wash you, his hands moving lower to your breasts. You close your eyes tightly, the tension building up inside you is unmistakable. 

To your surprise, Jotaro’s second hand reaches to your other side, as he cups your breasts—no cloth. You let out a squeak as his warm hands caress you, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure through your body.

Jotaro pauses, his hands stilling for a moment as if gauging your reaction. "Are you okay?" he asks softly, his voice barely above a whisper. His breath is warm against your ear, and the concern in his tone contrasts with the boldness of his touch.

You swallow hard, opening your eyes to meet his. The heat rising in your cheeks spreads throughout your body, and you nod, unable to form words. Your heart is pounding, the air between you thick as your desire and vulnerability flood it. 

Encouraged by your response, Jotaro's hands begin to move again, massaging your breasts with a tenderness that makes your toes curl. His fingers brush over your nipples, eliciting a gasp from you. The sensation is overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and comfort that you didn't know you needed.

He leans in closer, his lips grazing your ear. "Just relax," he murmurs, his voice a soothing balm against your heightened senses. "Let me take care of you." 

You nod again, biting your lip as you try to steady your breathing. Jotaro's hands continue their ministrations, and you find yourself leaning into his touch, the water sloshing gently around you. Each movement of his hands sends ripples of sensation through your body, and you feel a warmth pooling in your core.

After what feels like an eternity, Jotaro's hands finally move away from your chest, trailing down your sides and over your hips. The touch is lighter now, almost teasing, and you shiver in response. He shifts his position slightly, one hand moving to the inside of your thigh, the other still resting on your hip.

He pauses, giving you a chance to stop him if you wish. But you don't. Instead, you reach out, placing your hand over his and guiding it towards your needy cunt. The sensation of his fingers so close to where you crave his touch sends a thrill through your entire body.

Jotaro's breath hitches, and you feel the tension in his body as he hesitates for a moment, looking into your eyes for any sign of doubt. Seeing none, he moves his hand with deliberate care, his fingers brushing against your folds. You let out a soft moan, the sound echoing in the steamy bathroom.

"Are you sure?" he whispers, his voice filled with both desire and concern.

"Yes," you breathe, your voice shaky but resolute. "Please, Jotaro."

With that, he begins to explore you, his fingers gentle but precise. The sensation is electrifying, and you find yourself arching into his touch, your body responding eagerly to his keen attention to your pussy. His other hand continues to hold you steady, his touch grounding you as the pleasure builds.

Jotaro leans in, nibbling on your earlobe as he continues to caress you. The intimacy of the moment is overwhelming, an intoxicating air of lust that leaves you breathless. As his fingers delve deeper, your body trembles with ecstasy. You lose yourself in the rhythm of his touch, the world around you a blur as you begin to reach your climax.

Your hips arch into his hand as you peak, craving more of his touch. Jotaro’s breath is heavy on your neck as his fingers feel the squeeze of your cunt. The sensation is intense, each movement sending waves of pleasure through your entire being.

He whispers your name, his voice husky with desire, and it only heightens your arousal. The combination of his touch and his voice pushes you over the edge, and you shudder as you reach your climax, your body quivering with the force of it.

Jotaro continues to hold you, his movements gentle as you come down from your high. He kisses your neck softly, his breath warm against your skin. The afterglow of your climax leaves you feeling both exhausted and exhilarated, a contented smile spreading across your face. His hand resting gently on your hip. 

As the water cools and the steam begins to dissipate, Jotaro helps you out of the bath, wrapping you in a soft towel. “Let’s get you to bed,” he whispers, leading you back to your bedroom. He leaves you for a moment, and when he returns, he's holding a small pile of folded clothing. “I picked these out for you. I don’t think you suit all the boring beiges from what was given to you previously.”

He pulls out a pink pair of pyjama pants, a white singlet, and some fluffy bed socks. “I thought these would be more comfortable for you,” he says, his tone gentle as he hands them to you.

“You look much more like yourself now,” he says with a small smile.

You climb into bed, feeling more at ease than you have in a long time. Jotaro tucks the blankets around you, his touch tender and reassuring. “Get some rest,” he murmurs, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead. You nod, feeling a deep sense of peace as you look up at him. “Stay with me?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper. “Just until I get to sleep?”

Jotaro hesitates for a moment before nodding. “Of course,” he says, pulling a chair close to your bedside. He sits down, his presence a comforting anchor as you settle into the bed further. He starts talking to you about his day, sharing some mundane gossip going around the Foundation.

“There’s a new intern who keeps mixing up the files,” he chuckles softly, “I spent half the morning sorting out the mess. And you won’t believe it, but someone started a rumour that we have a secret lab dedicated to studying alien life forms. People have way too much time on their hands. Good grief.”

His voice is a soothing hum in the background, lulling you into a relaxed state. He shifts topics, moving on to more interesting subjects. “I’ve been reading up on the Great Barrier Reef’s infrastructure. Did you know that some of the coral structures there are thousands of years old? It’s fascinating how they’ve evolved to adapt to changing conditions. They’re like nature’s own little architects, constantly rebuilding and adapting.”

You smile faintly, the corners of your lips turning up as you listen to him. The sound of his voice, the gentle cadence, and the comfort of his presence make you feel safe. Each word he speaks washes over you like a warm, calming wave.

Your eyelids grow heavier with each passing second, the warmth of the bed and the softness of your new clothes enveloping you in pure bliss. Jotaro’s voice begins to fade into the background, becoming a gentle murmur as you drift further into the realm of sleep.

“Sleep well,” you hear him say softly as you finally succumb to the heavy pull of slumber, his words wrapping around you, making you feel protected. The last thing you remember is the reassuring presence of Jotaro by your side, his voice a soothing lullaby that carries you into a deep, restful sleep.

As the weeks pass, your strength continues to return to you. A major part of this is thanks to the ongoing support from Jotaro and the Speedwagon Foundation’s Medical Team. The scars that once seemed like reminders of your weakness and vulnerability now symbolize your resilience and determination. You’re almost completely recovered, ready to face your next big challenge - the return of your Stand.

The prospect of leaving the house after so long is both exciting and daunting. You have come to find comfort in this place with your ongoing routines. The thought of regaining your connection with your Stand and returning to the fight fills you with a renewed purpose.

You’re getting dressed as Jotaro knocks on your door, before you call for him to come in. “The Foundation has a new facility that should help you strengthen the connection between yourself and your Stand again. I’d like to take you there and get started,” he says matter-of-factly.

“That’s great,” you reply, your voice steady. “I’m ready.” Jotaro nods, his expression serious. “There’s more. We’ve picked up some chatter about a new group of Stand users. They’re causing trouble, and we’ll need to be at our best to deal with them.”

You feel a spark of anticipation. “I’ll be ready,” you say with determination in your voice. You finish getting yourself ready and take a deep breath before you walk outside of Jotaro’s home and head to the vehicle that would take you to the Speedwagon Foundation’s newest education and sparring space. 

The training facility is impressive, equipped with everything you need to push your limits and rediscover your Stand’s abilities. Jotaro trains with you, guiding you through exercises and sparring sessions that leave you exhausted but exhilarated. 

One evening, after a particularly gruelling session, you sit together in the training room, catching your breath. Jotaro hands you a bottle of water, his gaze on you intense but proud. “You’ve come a long way,” his voice low. “Your Stand is showing signs of awakening.”

You take a deep breath, feeling the familiar, yet still elusive, energy of your Stand within you. “I can feel it,” you say softly. “It’s like it’s just out of reach, but I know it’s there.” 

As you prepare for bed, you find yourself reflecting on your journey so far. Those moments of pure intimacy with Jotaro have become a cherished part of your routine, but it bothers you that neither of you can discuss it openly. You know that there’s something incredible between you, but it needs to be nurtured for it to blossom to its full potential. 

As you lay in bed, Jotaro knocks softly on the door and enters. He sits on the foot of the bed, looking a little troubled. You notice the tension in his posture and the furrow in his brow. “Is everything alright?” you ask, concern in your voice. Jotaro hesitates as if struggling to find the right words. “I’ve been thinking,” he begins slowly, his gaze fixed on the floor. “About us. About what we mean to each other.”

Your heart skips a beat at his words. “What do you mean?” you inquire, sitting up slightly to face him, hoping he means what you’ve been deliberating over by yourself. He looks up, meeting your gaze with a mixture of apprehension and determination. “I mean… I care about you, more than I’ve cared about anyone in a long time. I want more than just this,” he gestures between the two of you, “I want to be with you, completely..”

Your breath catches in your throat at his confession, emotions swirling within you. His words hang in the air, heavy with meaning, and you can feel the weight of them settling over you. For a moment, silence envelops the room, the only sound is the steady rhythm of your heartbeat.

Then, without hesitation, you reach out and take his hand in yours, your fingers intertwining in a silent promise. “Jotaro,” you say softly, your voice trembling with emotion. “I feel the same way. I want to be with you, so badly.”

A flicker of relief passes over Jotaro’s face, his features softening as he meets your gaze. “I’m tired of keeping this to myself,” he admits, his voice filled with sincerity. “I want everyone to know how much you mean to me.”

You smile, a warmth spreading through your chest at his words. “Then let’s stop hiding,” you suggest, your voice steady. Jotaro cups your face and kisses you gently, the soft press of his lips against yours sends a thrill through your body, a silent affirmation of the emotions that have been simmering between you. As his hand cradles your face, you lean into the kiss, savouring the warmth and tenderness of the moment.

As Jotaro's tongue delves into your mouth, you welcome the sensation, your own tongue meeting his in pure desire. You can feel the warmth of his breath mingling with yours, his tongue tracing along your lips and exploring every crevice of your mouth. The taste of him is intoxicating, sending a rush of heat coursing through your veins. The sensation is overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure crashing over you in a dizzying cascade.

As droplets of saliva escape, Jotaro slowly pulls away, his breaths laboured alongside yours, his gaze intense as he surveys the aftermath of your shared passion. Sensing an opportunity to take control, you push him down onto the bed, straddling his hips. Beneath you, you feel the undeniable tension of his growing arousal, his cock straining against the fabric of his pants.

Leaning down, you trail kisses and nibbles along his jawline and down his neck, eliciting low groans of pleasure from him. His broad hands settle firmly on your hips, anchoring you in place as you explore every inch of his skin with your lips and tongue. The heat between you intensifies with each passing moment, beyond palpable. 

The intimacy of the moment envelops you as you grind your mound against his hardening cock, the friction sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Each movement ignites a fire within you, building the desire that simmers between you to a feverish intensity.

With each subtle shift of your hips, you feel his cock grow harder beneath you, a testament to the arousal that burns between you. The heady scent of his arousal fills your senses, driving you to seek more, to push further into the depths of pleasure. With practised ease, you unbutton Jotaro's shirt, revealing the expanse of his chest beneath. Your fingers glide over his skin, tracing the contours of his muscles as you slip your own top over your head. A slight twinge of discomfort would have accompanied this movement in the past, but now, thanks to your healing, it poses no problem at all.

As you pull your hips away from Jotaro's, a trail of kisses follows your descent. You lavish attention on his chest, savouring the taste and texture of his skin as you travel downward. His toned stomach tenses beneath your lips, eliciting a low growl of pleasure from him as he watches you with intense desire.

Your journey continues, moving lower until you reach the trail of hair that leads to his groin. With a teasing grin, you press kisses along his snail trail, relishing the way his body responds to your touch. You unbutton his pants and pull them down along with his boxers, revealing the thick girth of his cock. The scent of arousal floods your mind, and you bury your nose into the shaft, inhaling deeply, intoxicated by the musky aroma.

Your tongue begins to drag along the length of his shaft, eliciting a guttural groan from Jotaro as he clenches the sheets beneath him in anticipation. With each stroke of your tongue, you feel him grow harder, the pulsing heat of his arousal driving you further into a state of lustful abandon

You take him as deep as you can, picking up the pace as you bob your head over him. With one hand, you lightly grab his balls and fondle them, adding a tantalizing touch. His moans grow louder, his breaths becoming more ragged as you expertly work him with your mouth and hands. Each movement sends waves of pleasure coursing through his body, driving him closer and closer to the edge.

"Wait, wait," Jotaro stutters, and you freeze, awaiting his next move. "Come here," he gestures with a flick of his fingers, signalling for you to move back up. Taking the command, you remove your pants as you crawl toward his face once more, and he kisses you roughly, savouring his own flavour. With a firm grip, he guides his hard cock to rub against your clit, causing you to jump in surprise.

With one hand firmly holding your hip in place, Jotaro starts to flick his head at your entrance, silently signalling his desire for you to straddle him and take control. Feeling his hand on you, you understand his silent command. With eager anticipation, you position yourself over him, aligning his throbbing cock with your entrance. As you lower yourself onto him, a moan escapes your lips, the feeling of fullness and pleasure overwhelming. Jotaro's hands grip your hips firmly, guiding your movements as you start to ride him with increasing intensity.

As you ride him deeper, the head of his cock brushes against your cervix, sending peaking waves of pleasure through your body. Your breasts bounce with each movement, accentuating the rhythm of your hips as you take him in. Jotaro's hands tighten on your hips, urging you to drive your form harder and deeper onto him. The room fills with the sounds of your moans mixing with the slap of skin on skin, heightening the intensity of the moment.

Jotaro leans up, wrapping his arms around you, taking control once more as he thrusts into you with increasing urgency. He holds you tightly against his form, his movements becoming more fervent as he seeks his release. His lips trail along your vulnerable throat, licking, biting, and sucking desperately as you call out his name again and again.

His grip tightens on you, his voice strained with desire. "I'm going to cum. Oh fuck, I'm going to cum," he exerts, his movements growing more frantic as he reaches the peak of ecstasy. With a final, powerful thrust, he releases himself inside you, filling you beyond your capacity. 

You gaze into each other's eyes, the hazy aftermath of your lovemaking lingering in the air. Your breathing becomes entangled in one another as you lean in, pressing a lazy kiss to his lips before settling against his chest. He holds you protectively, his arms wrapped around you while he remains inside of you.  

Jotaro gently pulls you to his side, letting himself slip out of you as his cum leaks from your pussy. He turns to face you, pressing soft kisses on your head, cheek, and nose. Still catching his breath, he looks at you with such tenderness, his eyes reflecting the depth of his feelings. He moves your hair from your face, tucking it behind your ears with a gentle touch. You inhale his scent, a mixture of sweat and the sweetness of your body, feeling satisfaction in your level of intimacy and connection. 

“We… may need a bath,” he says with a soft laugh. You nod in agreement, but tighten your arms around him, silently asking for a bit more time to bask in his touch. He holds you close, understanding your need for the moment to last. After a while, he gently untangles himself from your embrace and rises from the bed. “I’ll go run the bath,” he whispers, kissing your forehead before he leaves the room.

As you lie there, the room feels a little colder without his warmth, but you savour the lingering sensation of his touch. The sound of running water from the bathroom soon fills the silence. Jotaro returns, his expression tender as he scoops you up in his strong arms.

He carries you to the bathroom, the warmth of the bath already creating a soothing atmosphere. He lowers you into the water before joining you, the heat enveloping you both. Jotaro washes you tenderly, as he has done before, but with more confidence around your more intimate areas. You return the favour, your fingers tracing the contours of his muscles, appreciating every inch of him. In the soothing embrace of the bath, you both find solace and a deeper connection, the water washing away the remnants of your earlier passion.

You move yourself closer to Jotaro and lean back into his form, his legs and arms bracing around you. You close your eyes and take in the simple joy of his comfort. Before long, you start to drift off to sleep. Sensing your drowsiness, Jotaro gently lifts you out of the bath and dries you off, his movements careful to not stir you from your rest. He dresses you in your favourite pair of pyjamas, each touch filled with care.

You wake slightly, realizing you aren't in your bed. The surface is firm but not uncomfortable by any means. The space is expansive, and you realize Jotaro has taken you to his bed. The bed is large enough to accommodate his towering height. You feel a sense of security and warmth as he lays down and you nestle closer to him, your head resting on his chest. His steady heartbeat lulls you back to sleep, feeling your connection with him become stronger than ever. 

Over the following weeks, you dedicate yourself to the rigorous training regimen at the Speedwagon Foundation’s training facility. Each day brings new challenges, both physical and mental, as you work tirelessly to reconnect with your Stand. Jotaro is by your side every step of the way, providing you with the strength and encouragement you need.

Slowly but surely, you begin to feel the faint stirrings of your Stand within you. It’s like a long-lost friend returning, bringing with it a renewed sense of purpose.

One morning, during an intense training session, you feel a surge of energy, unlike anything you’ve felt before. Your Stand emerges, more powerful and vibrant than ever. The room fills with its presence, and you know that you have regained the connection you thought you had lost forever. Tears fill your eyes as you turn to Jotaro, his smile reflecting the pure pride he has in your reinvigorated abilities.

With your Stand fully restored, you feel an overwhelming sense of accomplishment and joy. You’re ready to face any challenge that comes your way, including the new group of Stand users causing trouble. Your bond with Jotaro deepens as you continue to train and fight side by side, providing the power needed to protect those you love.

Each day, your bond with your Stand strengthens, and your abilities grow. The new facility's advanced training programs push you to new heights, and Jotaro is always there, pushing you further, supporting you, and fighting alongside you. The camaraderie and mutual respect between you only deepen with each passing day.

Your efforts are not in vain. Together with Jotaro, you confront the new group of Stand users, each battle a testament to your regained strength and unwavering determination. The enemy is formidable, but your combined powers and unbreakable bond prove to be an unstoppable force.

In the quiet moments between battles, you and Jotaro share a deepening intimacy that goes beyond physical connection. The trust and love you share become the foundation of your strength, fueling your resolve to protect each other and those you care about.