I've Heard Stories About You... (REPOST)

For nearly a week, Jason kept his distance from her. He couldn't be found within a ten foot distance of her, if it wasn't necessary. At first, it didn't bother her, thinking it might be a good thing after that shameful display. But, rounding the fourth day of the nonsense, it grated on her nerves. Despite the distance during the 'normal' daily life, there was one thing he -had- moved closer. He'd moved his own bedding into the same room he kept her in. He had removed the chain a few days in, but kept himself clear across the room, maintaining that distance. At night, she could almost feel his eyes burning into her flesh...staring at her...daring her to make a move. In the morning, he was usually gone before she woke, replacing the chain everytime he left. He allowed her a brief shower every other day and to use the bathroom everytime she nagged him into insanity about having to go. He kept her fed at least once a day. Twice, if he'd stormed out in frustration and with a dire need to kill something.

She sat with her back against the wall in the dark. The moonlight was nonexistent through the rain clouds. There wasn't even lightning or a stray candle still lit. Her eyes narrowed in the direction she knew he was lying in. Probably huddled as far against the wall as he possibly could be. It was stupid, to her, for him to move his bed into the same room when he so obviously despised her mere presence. He did everything in his wordless power to let her know it, too. His breathing was slow, deep and even...but, he was still awake. She could sense it in the air...in the stare that continued to burn her.

'So, are you just going to hate me forever now, or what?' she said to the blank, breathing darkness. She heard a louder, less controlled release of breath. 'If you hate me so much, why do you keep me alive, hm? I've definitely earned it by now, haven't I?' There was a slight shuffle.

For a moment, she stayed silent, waiting for any other response to come.

'Maybe, you don't hate me as much as you'd like me to believe. That must be it. Maybe, you actually like me quite a bit,' she said moving as silently as possible to stand up. 'I think you, Mr. Voorhees, might've actually liked what happened a week ago, hm?' A rush of bravery...or stupidity came over her. She could all but feel it make it's way down her spine, one vertebrae at a time. She took the few long strides across the room until her toes found the very edge of his paddock. As she'd moved, he did. He'd backed himself against the nearest wall, as if she'd come to him, bearing some disease. She could hear the quick shuffling and the loud 'thump!' as he hit the wall and froze. A smirk graced her lips. Not so brave without the blade then, huh?

She sank to her knees on the very edge of the bedding. 'I think you did,' she whispered. She reached a hand out, blindly, in front of her and felt around for he his face. She heard a sharp intake of breath and heard the sharp movement of him turning his deformed, uncovered face away from her questing hand. She leaned forward slightly, until the tips of her fingers pressed into a fleshy cheek. His breathing stopped. Her breathing, on the other hand, had sped up in anticipation. None of this had been pre-planned and there was a million and one ways that it could go wrong without such planning.

Using her arm as the measurement of distance, she moved closer. Her thigh came into contact with the fabric of his pants and she could feel the muscular leg beneath tense up, reflexively. He was cornered. She had him. That excitement she'd felt a week ago was back. Reckless abandonment tinged with singing nerves.

Her fingertips glided over his cheek. She'd never seen him without his face covered and in the back of her mind, was relieved that he at least removed it to sleep. The skin beneath her fingertips felt grimy. Almost like a sheen of old sweat. Other than that, it felt normal. 'So, which is it, Jason Voorhees? Love me? Hate me?' she asked, quietly. She leaned forward, closer to his face. He exhaled, the sound magnified in the surrounding silence. Her fingertips traveled down that grimy cheek, to his thick, muscular neck. His pulse was erratic beneath his skin and his muscles incredibly tense...he was incredibly uncomfortable. His fingers dug into his own old sheets, his jagged, dirty nails tearing small holes in them, as she lifted one bare leg over his. 'Love to hate me?' she asked, moving so close to his face now, that she could feel the heat from his breath on her own. 'Hate to love me, Jason?' Playing with fire, now. He moved downward, to escape, pressing his groin against her thigh.

She quickly jerked her head up, pressing her lips hard on his own. Still, he made no sound aside from the harsh tear of a sheet below the both of them.

His lips were deformed below her own dry, chapped ones. It was the furthest thing from a storybook kiss anyone could get. He remained unresponsive, even as she applied more force, probably just enough to bruise both sets of lips. Even in it's perfect imperfection, it had the desired effect on Jason's body. The foreign feeling of blood rushing to his groin returned and he instinctively pressed himself harder against her thigh. She responded by pressing her thigh harder against him and dropping her hand to the center of his chest. 'That's it, Jason. Take what you need,' she whispered, rough against his twisted lips. As she said it, her other hand searched out one of his own and pried it from the sheet it clung to. She placed his balled fist on her hip and he reflexively opened his hand to grip her tight. The force of his grip would leave bruises on her by morning if he didn't kill her for this by then.

He gave an experimental thrust against her thigh, and she hummed encouragement. For a moment, he feared that if Mother did choose this particular time to speak, he wouldn't be able to hear over the sound of the ringing in his ears. But, the need for more pressure and friction overruled everything else. He roughly shoved her down onto her back. Pure animal instinct to take, was in play. Her legs remained half folded under her, as he held her down and climbed over her, positioning his fully erect cock over her thigh. He made an experimental thrust, once again and quickly picked up a strange rhythm that only seemed to make sense to him. The fingernails of one of his hands dug crescent shaped marks into her shoulder, while his other hand dug a twin set into her hip. She hissed at the stinging pain, but met every thrust she could manage to. 'That's right, take what you need,' she moaned up to him and closed her eyes. His hardness against her was alluring and sexy, despite the filth surrounding them and clinging to him. The fabric of his pants rubbed her thigh raw, drawing blood in some places, but neither cared. After only a few moments of his ill-patterned and inexperienced thrusting, he stiffened and began a pattern of short thrusts until he could barely catch his breath. He, once again, came in his pants...the feeling of it, no longer a welcome one. Something seemed to be missing from it, this time and he had an urge to remove all of his clothing and be in the lake. The feeling of his come being pressed against his thigh was an annoyance.

On shaky legs, he stood up and pulled her by her arm back to her own bed. He shoved her into it and left the cellar, locking the door behind himself. She watched him in a mixture of disappointment and accomplishment as he left. 'Ha. I have you now, bastard,' she whispered to herself before settling into her own sheets.

A/N: Sorry it took me a bit to get this one up. I accidentally sliced open the tip of my index finger, at work. Ya, I'm a winner like that. But, it makes typing a bitch. Also! I was pleasantly surprised by reviews! :)

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