Halloween update! Enjoy!

Disclaimer- Don't own and stuff. Allison and all other original characters be mine yo.

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By the time the man's body hit the ground, Allison had realized what she'd done. She watched in horror as the wound spurt out blood, some of it spraying all over her. She could only stare open mouthed at the sight, frozen still. This man was going to die because of her. They couldn't do anything about it; obviously, she might get blamed for it. What if he remembered her if he ended up surviving?

After a few seconds of her blankly standing there, Jason seemed to have read her mind, and ended the man's life in a swift slash of his machete. He pulled Allison away gently; they couldn't stay here in case someone else came around. He quickly gathered up their things and tugged her along. He tried to stick to the shadows as much as possible until they reached the edge of the woods. The sun was still rising, and their darkness was disappearing. Jason hastily jotted down a note for her, telling Allison to run inside the apartment building.

"What about you?" she asked, her emerald eyes brimming with fresh, scared tears.

Jason's shoulders slumped seeing her like that. He didn't want her to cry. He pointed to the windows and wrote another note.

I will wait here until you open the window so I can easily get inside without lingering in plain sight for too long.

Allison nodded and ran off toward their building. Jason patiently waited in the darkness, gazing at the sunrise. It was several moments too long before Allison finally pushed her window open, making Jason worry. Had something happened? Without wasting another second, Jason fast walked across the grass to the building, keeping his senses alert for sounds and movement. In a mere minute, he hefted himself from the bottom to Allison's window sill. As he crawled inside, his eyes locked onto Patrick, angrily standing in the doorway.

"Why the fuck is my sister covered in blood and bruises, Jason?"

Allison interjected before Jason could think of anything to write. "Patrick, I told you we were going to be training with my knife!"

"I didn't think you'd end up coming home slamming the front door and looking like you've been attacked!" He turned to Jason harshly. "Now, I'll ask again, why is there blood all over her? I swear if you hurt her…"

Jason clenched his fists in rage, his dominant hand itching to unveil his machete. He restrained himself, resolving to reach for his notepad instead.

I did not hurt Allison. Not intentionally. I constructed armor for her to absorb my blows as we trained. It did not help much. She was the one who wanted to continue despite the fact. Allison learned well. We were found by an old man in the woods, he insinuated that I was…assaulting her…Allison slit his throat.

Patrick's jaw dropped in disbelief, and he shot her a hard glare. "You what? Allison!"

Allison reached out to Patrick, but he moved from her hand. "Patrick, don't be like this…it was self defense!"

"How the hell is that self defense? Allison you killed a man! Did he even attack you?"

Allison bit her lip, "Well, no…but…I panicked okay? I thought he might recognize me or something!"

"You could have just run away!"

"Oh, and let the man possibly follow us or call the police?"

"It doesn't matter because the police are going to be involved either way! What if they find one of your hairs or your fingerprints, Allison?"

"I've never been documented by the police so there's your answer."

"Except you were when you were admitted to the hospital," Patrick sneered, looking confident that he'd won.

"Only the hospital and all of the patient records were burned in the fire."

Patrick was out of responses and gave up. "Fine. But if he hurts you again, Allison, so help me, I will move us across the country - out of the country if need be - even if you're kicking and screaming."

"Stop acting like I killed the man on purpose! Jason was doing all he could to not harm me and I'm not mad at him. He was trying to protect me! Furthermore, you can't make me leave."

"No? Then who is going to provide you with food and shelter? Sure, Jason has the shelter part, but food? Unlikely. He certainly can't find a career like you did, and if the police find you, then your job at the sandwich shop is ruined. You have nowhere to go, Allison, and you know it. You need my support."

Allison furrowed her brow in rage. "You can't use that against me."

"Then I guess you should have thought your actions out more. All I'm saying is Jason," Patrick glanced over to the masked man who was keeping quiet. "Had better watch himself if he's going to be with you Allison."

Patrick turned on his heel and returned to his bedroom, leaving Allison and Jason in stunned silence. Allison stormed out of the living room into her own bedroom, Jason following behind her and shutting the door. She kicked off her shoes angrily, running a hand through her auburn hair.

She sighed heavily, staring at her stained clothes. "I guess I should shower."

Allison carefully stepped into her shower and tub combination, lying down in the tub. Flashes of the blood spraying from the man's throat raced in her head. She exhaled sadly once more, which morphed into a barely audible whine, the tears beginning to fall.

Jason was quick to come to her side, cocking his head in confusion. Why was she crying again? Oh. Right. She didn't regularly kill people like he did. He didn't get the remorse she was feeling.

Gently, Jason gathered her up in his burly arms and climbed into the tub with her. He slowly sat down, stretching out in the structure. His frame was far too fall, so he resorted to sticking his left leg over the edge where it dangled, while his other leg was propped up and bent at the knee. Allison huddled herself against his body, her face nuzzled into his chest. His arms held her tightly as she cried. He could feel the tears wetting his shirt, cold to his already chilled skin. Jason ran his hand up and down her back comfortingly, like his mother used to when he was upset. He hoped it was working for her as it had for him. It seemed like it was because she sighed contently.

Eventually, Allison stopped crying into his chest. She sat up, glancing at her clothes in disgust again. Jason's were also covered in the man's blood now, but he didn't mind.

"I suppose I should actually shower now, huh?" She said, wiping away stray tears.

Jason nodded silently, letting her free of his iron hold. When he didn't move to get out of the tub, she raised an eyebrow, perplexed at him.

"Um, Jason? Don't you want to be out of the way? I mean…so you don't…" She trailed off, wondering how to go about her question.

So I don't what?

"Well, I mean I know you drowned as a child so I thought maybe, you wouldn't want to be around it or anything to do with water."

Jason shook his head. No. I am not afraid of water. It is drowning that concerns me. I can stand being in the rain or being in a large mass of water. When I am faced with potentially in danger of suffocating beneath the surface is when I worry.

"Oh, okay. So do you mind if I turn the shower on then?"

I do not mind.

With Jason's approval, Allison reached out and flipped the handle to hot water, the liquid starting to rush out. She switched it to the faucet until the water was warm enough, then back to the shower head. It sprayed over the two of them, engulfing them in the heat. Allison released a sigh of happiness, standing up to fully incase herself amongst the water.

Jason observed Allison, taking in her beautiful sereneness. She seemed so carefree in this moment, the way she had begun to sing and run her hands through her hair. His eyes couldn't help but glance all over her body, watching her clothes become increasingly damp against her skin. He was hardly aware of his own clothes just as soaking wet. Her apparel stuck to her skin like they were a part of her, showcasing her petite body. Jason gulped back the lump in his throat when he sensed himself grow hard. He was unsure of what to do. He didn't want to be like those sinful teenagers, but he desperately craved Allison.

Making his decision, Jason carefully stood up behind Allison. Due to her distraction of facing the other way, humming and bathing herself, she hadn't noticed his movement. His hands came to rest on her hips, lightly caressing them. Allison breathed dreamily, leaning backwards against his chest. He wondered if she could feel his arousal. Curiously, Jason's hands daringly slipped under her shirt, traveling up to her breasts.

Allison let out a surprised gasp, arching her head to look back at him in shock. "Jason…?"

His blue eyes were swimming with lust as he stared at her behind his mask. Allison was bewildered at his sudden desire for her, especially since he had initiated it. She never imagined he would ever do that. It was hard enough trying to convince him it didn't make him a bad person. Despite her confusion, Allison could not resist round two with him, and she was eager to see where things would go this time.

Jason's hands continued touching her, teasing and tugging her nipples. Allison moaned from his efforts, her head falling on his shoulder. One of his hands began to lift up her shift, causing her to completely remove it herself in a wild frenzy. Her bra came off next, which was tossed away. Jason gazed hungrily at them, holding each one in his palm. Meanwhile, Allison started pulling his jacket from his shoulders, and he shrugged out of the coat with ease. She struggled with his shirt, but she managed, throwing the shirt behind her and pressing her body to his.

They both moaned softly, the feeling of each other's bare skin heavenly. God, Allison had missed the sensation of him touching her intimately. He did it so well, even though he was inexperienced.

Lightly pushing her away from him, Jason leaned Allison up against the wall as the warm water continued to cascade down upon them. Experimentally, he grinded his hips on hers, causing her to gasp airily. Jason smirked beneath his mask, bending down to her neck. She glanced at him in a daze, but her eyes shut in bliss as he lifted his mask just enough to plant a kiss to her skin.

"Oh, Jason…" She murmured, her hands falling to rest on his head.

Slowly, he started to move downwards, leaving a trail of kisses on her chest. He eagerly latched onto one of her breasts, grabbing the other in his hand. His free hand deftly tugged at her pants, slowly sliding them off and leaving them in a crumpled heap at her feet. Allison's chest heaved with each breath as he sucked and massaged her. The heat of his mouth was driving her wild. Allison reached to touch his abdomen, but his free hand caught her, holding it prisoner. He glanced up at her with a devilish stare, making her pout. He was mindful to maneuver around her bruises from earlier. Further down her body he went, placing dark marks wherever he went, sucking hard.

She was his.

Allison didn't mind one bit, exhaling hard each time he left a new one. That made him excited. He enjoyed making her feel like this and his desire for her increased tenfold. He discovered she was ticklish on a certain spot of her stomach, because she giggled and tried to pull away as his lips pressed there.

Allison thought he would stop there, but no, he kept going farther and farther. Her breath hitched.

Was he going to…?

Jason felt her squirming still as he came to a halt at the top of her thigh. He paused for a moment. He braced himself for what would come of his actions and placed a gentle kiss to her womanhood through her panties. Allison gasped softly, and he felt intoxicated by the assault on his senses.

He could smell her arousal and it consumed him. She smelled so good. He wanted to devour her. In that moment he felt more powerful than he ever had. She was trapped within his hold, under his control.

At the same time he was terrified that she was going to ask him to stop after he had only just started.

Jason breathed lightly and Allison couldn't hold in the moan that escaped her lips at the feeling of his hot breath caressing her. Thoroughly enjoying her moan, Jason leaned in once more and kissed her harder, longer, and darted out his tongue against the thin fabric.

"Jason!" Allison gasped, feeling his hot tongue pressed against her through her underwear. She could feel herself growing gradually wet.

Jason felt the dampness in her panties and was sure it was because of him. He smirked. He was thrilled to make her feel like this.

Eagerly, Jason slipped a finger underneath her underwear and tugged the garment down her legs. He shifted back some to pull the cloth off her ankles before carelessly tossing it away and repositioning himself where he had previously been.

He paused for a moment, taking in her delicate dark curls. This is what she wanted, wasn't it? Glancing up at her, he watched as Allison's face was conveying her bliss, her eyes shut, anxiously waiting for his next move. Not wanting to disappoint Allison, especially after all the agony they were both experiencing, he placed his hands on the inside of her thighs and leaned in close, pressing a kiss against her moist womanhood.

Mother screamed at him in his mind, but Jason blocked her out.

Allison bit her lip and threw her head back, spreading her legs wider for him. Oh, god, it felt so good. On the contrary, to what he may have been thinking, she never wanted this man to stop. This was exactly what she desired from him. She couldn't be happier he was betraying a part of who he was…for her.

Jason felt her legs open wider, and he grinned against her mound as he kissed her again, this time experimentally licking at the moisture that had accumulated between her folds. "Jason!" He heard Allison call out his name breathily at his action, and so he continued lapping at her while he gently ran his hands over her thighs.

Jason darted his tongue between her folds and held her still as she jerked up against him. She delved her fingers around his neck, pulling his head closer to her. Now, he could access her much easily, much to his excitement.

"Jason," she moaned as he held her steady while he ate her and drank her in, his tongue moving deeper and slipping inside of her. She couldn't manage to bring herself close enough to him, as much as she desperately tried.

She tried to tighten her thighs around him as his ministrations overwhelmed her but his strong hands held her in place. She was simply not allowed to move.

Allison hardly realized the shower was still running, drenching them in warm water. She lost track of time though, and she briefly came to, hearing Jason unzip his trousers. She watched him in a daze as he stood to his full height, shuffling his pants to the ground.

Sneakily, she managed to steal a kiss on the lips from him, tasting her fluids on his mouth. She felt a chill on her skin as he stood, missing the heat of his body immediately. Thankfully, he wasn't gone long.

In a swift move that she could only expect from Jason, he easily hefted her into his arms, placing her legs around his hips. Jason positioned himself and then he slowly pressed into her, trying his best not to hurt her, despite his impatience. Allison moaned softly, her hands finding his shoulders. He pushed until he was fully inside her, completely in paradise. Jason pressed her up against the shower wall, his strong hands cupping her ass.

Slowly but surely, Jason started to move, the familiar rolling motion that Allison had been dying for. She started to match his movements as much as she could, thrust for thrust, and a moan escaped from deep in her throat. Her nails bit into his shoulders as they moved together, gradually picking up the pace as they rocked against each other, the friction growing with every stroke.

Allison surprised him again, quickly catching his lips with hers. She felt a deeper spasm coming on, one that had her clenching around him as he moved, causing Jason to groan into her mouth. Allison desperately tightened her legs around him, so much that it nearly hurt from the effort, but she didn't care.

Being this close to Jason was worth the pain.

Jason could sense he would not last very much longer and increased their speed, pulling all the way out, just to viciously slam back into her again and again. Allison cried out louder, so close to heaven. His hand reached between them and found the tight bundle of nerves begging for his attention; she nearly screamed as he rubbed the nub, in perfect time with every stroke as they drove faster and faster towards oblivion.

Finally she felt it, a wave that rocked her hard against his body, pulling him even deeper inside herself. Her arms locked around his neck, her quaking legs digging into his hips as she came.

"F-fuck! Jason!" She moaned, her head lolling lazily into the crook of his neck.

She wasn't sure what came over her or why she decided to do it, but she bit down on his neck, suckling on his skin. It was evident it was enough to push him over the edge as a guttural groan escaped him, spilling himself into her.

Their bodies had a subtle sheen, a fine layer of sweat that made their skin stick together as they caught their breaths. The water quickly washed it away, as they slowly returned from paradise. Jason promptly adjusted his mask so that it was proper once more. He didn't want to, but he pulled out of her warmth.

Allison's mouth let go of his neck, seeing the red mark she'd left behind. She blushed from embarrassment. She hadn't meant to bite him that hard. Oh well, something to remember this by, then. Even if it eventually faded.

As he still pressed her up against the wall, Allison smiled at him sweetly. Her cheeks were flushed and her breathing was heavy. She laid her head on his muscled chest, feeling his own undead heart beat rapidly.

"Jason?"

He glanced down at her, his eyes a lighter blue than they had been earlier.

"I love you, Jason. You know that right?"

Allison felt his heart beat faster and his grip on her tightened. She worried he didn't have the same emotion, but she also knew he had never been in such a relationship to know how to react. His rough hand slowly pushed her chin up so she was looking at him. She was confused, staring into his blue eyes, but when his masked forehead pressed to hers and his eyes shut in bliss, she knew. All of her concern faded and her body relaxed to a serene calmness. He didn't have to say it; he didn't need to write it down for her.

She knew.

Her chest surged with happiness, holding her body against him as much as she possibly could. She smiled widely into his chest, wrapping her arms around his waist. She couldn't stop the tears from falling, but frankly, she didn't care. They were tears of joy. It had been a long time since she had been this ecstatic.

He sighed contently with his forehead against hers, leaning to turn the water off. Jason picked her up in his arms again, carefully trying to step out of the tub. Allison yelped as they nearly slipped on the slick floor, but his grip on her was solid. He wouldn't let her be harmed. He swiftly headed for her bed, softly laying Allison on top of it. Then, he climbed in beside her, pulling her close. It didn't take them long to fall asleep.

Her bed would be damp with water by the time they woke up and her hair would be a ridiculous mess, but damn it all, she didn't have a care in the world in this moment.

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eXCUSE ME WHILE I TURN INTO A BABBLING BABY. *sobs* Oh my god. My babies. I love them so much and writing this chapter made me so frick fracking happy!

So before anyone says anything about it, I want to address the scene where Jason says he isn't afraid of water. Some of you may disagree with me and that's fine. However, I'm going by what I've seen in the movies. Obviously, the most famous instance is his first appearance in Friday the 13th. He pops out of the lake for crying out loud. Then, again in Friday the 13th: The Final Chapter. Friday the 13th Part VII: The New Blood, he drags Sandra underwater, while being underwater. There are probably other scenes, but I'm lazy and I think you get the point.

Now though, I bet you're thinking, but in Freddy vs. Jason, Jason was afraid of the water from the pipe in that one scene! Yeah, okay. Let's think about that for a second. Freddy preys on your worst fears. Not to mention, Jason was trapped in a nightmare (or whatever. It's been awhile) and Freddy brought back his fear of drowning. Not water. Hell, even at the end of the movie, he walked straight out of Crystal Lake.

If you still doubt me, that's cool. It's your opinion. But this is my reasoning for putting that scene in this story.

Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed the smut, I know I did ;)

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