Forever Autumn

Mairi let out a relieved little sigh when Camp Crystal Lake finally came into view. It was still early in the morning and a rather tiresome nightshift left the nurse yearning for bed. Normally she wasn't that much bothered by working nights, but in the last couple of weeks, she felt extremely fatigued, her health playing rollercoaster rides with her. Again she sighed. She should talk to Jason about her health. She did not like to keep secrets from him, but as long as she had no definitive answer what the cause of her health problem was, she did not want to worry Jason further. Though she had a faint idea of what was wrong with her.

Maybe I should talk to Michael.

She thought, but then stopped herself from continuing the thought. It would only cause more trouble and as much as the two men tried, their relationship was complicated.
Mairi stretched her hand out for the doorknob and took a deep breath before she entered. She was greeted by the scent of freshly made coffee, which roiled her insides. Yet she forced a tired smile on her lips as she walked into the kitchen and found the guys gathered around the table. Michael already had a nearly empty mug sitting in front of him, his messy hair hung deep into his face, covering his eyes. The small woman sat down at the table, barely able to stifle a yawn. Jason leaned over kissing the top of her head, before reaching into the shelf to get her cub out.

You look tired, Mairi. Perhaps you should head right up into bed.

He said, filling her cub with the hot black brew and placed it gently in front of her. She nodded tiredly, not missing the worried glint in his eyes.

"If you wouldn't mind guys, I had one hell of a night. I just want to crawl into bed."

Michael smiled mischievously, reaching over the table and pulled her steaming coffee to him.

Nope, we don't mind. Off you go.

He smiled, taking a big sip out of her cup. Mairi raised a suspicious eyebrow.

"Ok. What's going on? Did you do something?"

Jason stood up, hugging her from behind.

Nothing, sweety. Just worried about your well-being.

Mairi sighed, placing her warm hand on his cold one.

"I'm fine, you don't need to worry."

She tried to reassure her man, but he only tightened his embrace of a moment, before releasing her.

Rest, Mairi.

He almost commanded. Chuckling she shook her head and slowly walked up the staircase. After a quick morning routine, she fell into bed and quickly drifted into a deep sleep.

Mairi opened her eyes and for a moment she was confused. She still lay in her soft bed, but something felt different. A warm orange light fell in through the window. Outside the sun was setting letting the autumn leaves glow in all shades of golden and red. A frown knitted her eyebrows together.

Autumn leaves in April?

It was then, she got aware of the silent figure in the room. Tall, clad in a blue jumpsuit and a white emotionless mask.

"Michael?"

Her voice sounded soft almost muffled. He tilted his head to the side and she could feel his intent gaze resting on her. Mairi licked her lips nervously.

"What are you doing here?"

She asked her voice almost timid. The shape slowly reached up and removed his mask, letting his wild hair fall down over his eyes. And yet she could see them sparkle in the light of the setting sun. His lips parted into a smile.

"You called me Mairi."

He answered in a deep husky voice.

"Did I?"

He nodded and slowly walked over to the bed. Mairi felt her heart rate pick up as his hand reached for the zipper and pulled it down halfway. Slowly, sensually, revealing a chiselled chest. Mairi swallowed, sweat forming on her forehead.

"Wha..."

She started but was cut short by an index finger pressed gently against her lips. Michael shrugged the top half of his jumpsuit down, while he sat on the bed next to the little nurse.

"You called for me, Mairi. Your body years for me. I'm answering your call."

Mairi wanted to protest, to stop him, but Michael leaned forward, pressing soft lips against hers in a passionate kiss. Mairi offered no resistance as she melted into the kiss. Her hands began to roam Michael's upper body on their own accord, sending jolts of electricity through his body. His body perfectly sculptured felt firm and soft under her hands, his burn scars forming a white pattern on one side of his body. And she began to feel a familiar tingling between her legs. As they parted for air, Michael locked the gaze of his storm-grey eyes to hers. His eyes, once so emotionless now swam with lust. A slight smile parted his lips, revealing perfect white teeth.

"I hear your body calling still."

He whispered, tracing his hands over her full round breast and down her flanks. She raised her arms willingly as he pulled the t-shirt over her head. It landed on the floor, as they met in another wild kiss, Michael's hand kneading her breasts while hers traced patterns down his back until they came to rest on his firm butt.

"But Jason..."

Mairi managed between gasps of air. A low chuckle rumbled deep in Michael's chest.

"Don't worry, love. He will never know."

He whispered in her ear, letting each hair stand on end. Unconsciously she pressed him closer to her, spreading her legs a little. She could feel the bulge in his pants and it sparked her own lust, her own needs. Before she even knew what she was doing her own shaking hand reached for the jumpsuit's zipper and drew it down further. Michael released a soft moan, biting her in the neck, as she released his penis from his prison. Mairi was too lost in her own sexual needs to even register that Michael did not even wear underwear. She trailed a finger over his full soft lips, which he bit softly. Mairi sucked her lower lip in. She opened her legs a bit more, wanting him in her now. She could feel her sex throbbing and wet and aching for sweet release.

"Take me."

She almost begged in a low sultry whisper, trailing her finger down over his throat to let it hover over a nipple. A nipple that was already hard. She bit her lip, as she gently rubbed her fingertip over it. Michael growled and in one swift motion ripping her undies straight from her body. Mairi gasped as the fabric rubbed against her already juicy sex. With a smirk Michael bent down, biting her lower lip first before nibbling on her earlobe and down her long neck. His hard cock rubbing the tender flesh of her inner thigh in the process. Gently he pushed some moist locks of hair out of her face, leaning in.

"No. Not yet."

He whispered. In mild frustration Mairi grabbed a handful of his messy long hair, pulling him down into a kiss. A wild passionate kiss, full of desperation and longing. Hot and cold chills ran down Michael's spine, as he melted into her kiss. As they parted for air, he was panting and it felt as if his heart was beating in his throat. He began to tremble in excitement and his sensitive area seemed to throb with each erratic heartbeat, as it pressed against Mairi's soft flesh. She trailed her hands down his flanks and over his buttock, squeezing them gently. Michael smiled down at her before continuing to lick and nibble her throat and then her breast. Teasingly he sucked her left nipple while squeezing her other breast. Mairi moaned in pleasure, grabbing his butt harder, unconsciously bucking her hip up desperately to have his firm cock inside her. But he gave her nipple a last good suck, pressing her hip down. And then his warmth left her body. Startled, Mairi opened her eyes, wondering why he had suddenly stopped as his hands gently grabbed her thighs and parted them. Smiling he looked down at her wet throbbing sex.

"Please Michael."

She begged again, yet he trailed his warm hands over her breasts down her stomach and over her mound.

"No."

He said again, sticking one finger into her wet spot wiggling it around a bit. Mairi groaned at the stimulation, while Michael added another finger, pulling them in and out in a slow pace. She gasped each time, curling her toes and grabbing the sheets. For a moment Michael closed his storm-grey eyes, massaging his own balls while playing with her happy button. He didn't know how long he could hold back, but he wanted to play with her a little bit more. By now Mairi had grabbed the sheets so tight, her knuckles went white while tossing and turning her head.

"Michael!"

She let out a lustful his.

"Please!"

But instead of an answer, he bent down circling his tongue around her clit a couple of times before sticking into her. Her hips came up as he sucked her and licked up her juices her moaning now louder and more ecstatic. His own cock hard and swollen the veins meandering under the thin skin. It begged for her, begged for release. He sucked her clit hard and greedily before crawling up, pressing her lips together in a wild kiss. She could taste herself on him, yet she didn't mind. It drove her only closer towards her climax. Her hands clenched around his upper arms, as she felt his hot cock pressed against her pussy. Mairi shifted but to her frustration, he only rubbed his tip over her entrance. Growling she grabbed his hair.

"Fuck me! Now!"

She demanded and pushed her hips up to meet him. A moment he stared into her blue eyes but then with a smirk he shoved his whole length in. Mairi let out a long lustful groan as the feeling of his knife in her sheath sends jolts of passionate pleasure through both of them. Slowly he began to move. Mairi embraced him, sucking his earlobe, before whispering.

"Fuck me hard, Michael!"

He growled, thrusting harder into her, his balls pounding against her backside. Mairi clamped her legs around Michael's behind, pushing him in into her even deeper. He could feel the tension building in his crotch and he tried to hold out longer. Mairi buried her head deep into her pillow trailing her hands down Michael's shoulders leaving red marks. Her eyes fluttered and closed as her back suddenly arched up. She came with a loud moan. Michael could feel her interior muscles clamp around him. He couldn't hold back any longer and he let loose. He felt both, the most vulnerable and yet the most powerful in that single moment. His hip bucked hard as he came, thrusting into her with raw power. She cried out as he did so, tears streaming down her face, yet these tears were tears of sheer pleasure. Michael understood. He felt like crying himself as he came hard inside her.
As his spasms slowly ceased he collapsed into Mairi's waiting arms. She smiled up at him, drawing him into a long tender kiss, that left Michael's head spinning, while his stomach felt like cartwheeling. As they parted for air this time, he looked into her eyes. Her gaze held the bewilderment and satisfaction only a good fuck could accomplish, yet there was something else there. Her hands roamed gently over his back, unconsciously tracing his scars. Though spent, chills ran down his spine and he already felt the familiar tingling in his groin. Maybe they should go another round. Her gaze travelled to the window glinting in the golden light.

"Why is it autumn, Michael?"

She whispered, returning her gaze to him. He shrugged and smiled.

"I don't know. And I don't care. If you want, I could be your forever autumn."

She understood and smiling they locked in a deep passionate kiss, his hand slipping between her wet spot gently stimulating her again. She bit her lips in pleasure, reaching for his already hardening cock.

Mairi jolted awake in her bed. Her heart pounded erratically in her chest and she still could feel lingering fingers on her body. But she lay in bed alone, the blanked kicked out of bed and the sheets rumpled. Through the open window blew a light breeze tickling her exposed skin and bringing the sounds and smells of spring. Mairi let out a long relieved sigh. It had all been a dream. A very haunting dream. With a shaking hand, she pulled her tousled hair out of her face, praying that Jason had not been in here, while she had the dream. She bit her lips. Had she called Michael's name out loud? She swung her legs out of bed, burying her face in her hands for a moment. The scenes of her dream still fresh and hauntingly lifely in her mind. Mairi sighed again, blinking her eyes rapidly to force the dream out of her head.

"Oh dear. I think I need a very cold shower!"

She whispered before making her way to the bathroom. Stepping into the shower she turned the cold water on and let it rain down on her. Wrapping her arms around her to provide a little warmth she just stood still, feeling dirty inside and out. Why that dream? Why Michael and why now? She asked herself the same questions over and over again. She loved Jason more than anything else in this world. That dream wasn't right. She would not betray him. True, she did feel for Michael, but he was more like a big brother. There was nothing sexual between them. Mairi bit her lips.

Not now anyway...

She thought, finally switching from cold to warm water. Maybe this was her past finally catching up with her.

After all the troubles we have been through during the last year this is more than likely.

She tried to convince herself, but the shadow of doubt still lingering in the back of her mind. She and Michael went back together a long way and they had done things, Jason better not find out about. She growled lightly, scrubbing her skin clean

This has to stop. I will not think about that stupid dream any more!

She commanded herself, turned the water off and rubbed herself dry. Yet she was still a bit shaken as she finally entered the kitchen. To her surprise, the coffee maker already bubbled and rattled. Her heart rate picked up a little,
fearing she might indeed have been moaning in her sleep. Then it dawned on her, that Jason must have heard the shower. Relieved she smiled and made her way over to the big man, who already took a cup from the shelf. On her way, however, she accidentally brushed Michael's shoulder. Mairi could not repress a gasp and a slight flinch. Michael turned to her with a raised eyebrow.

Everything all right?

He asked promptly. Mairi tugged a strand of hair behind her ear in a nervous gesture.

"I'm sorry I was just clumsy..."

Michael huffed, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

Yeah sure. Clumsy. As if that ever caused you to react all scared...

Mairi knitted her brows together as she grew annoyed.

"Would you please knock it off? I was just having a nightmare..."

At this Jason cocked his head, his gaze shifting between Mairi and Michael

What was it about. Did Captain Butt hurt you in your dream?

What should she tell Jason? She could not tell him the truth, not with Jason already jealous of Michael. It would only strain their already tense relationship more. So Mairi decided to tell her only the harmless parts of her dream. With a sigh, she turned to Jason.

"No. He didn't hurt me. I don't know. It was autumn and you were not there..."

Jason nodded slowly, seemingly understanding what she wanted to tell him. Michael, however, shot her a suspicious glance from under his bangs, before turning to the door. He left without another word, slamming the door shut. Jason hugged his little nurse tightly against his chest, running his hand soothingly over her head.

Oh, my sweet Mairi. I know it must have been a painful time, but it's all right now. I'm back and no one will ever harm us like that again. I promise.

She wrapped her arms tightly around him, nodding at his comforting words, feeling her tension fade away in his embrace. It was just a stupid dream after all.

Chuckling, Freddy closed the swirling portal with a lazy movement of his hand. He returned to his throne made out of pale bones and took a comfortable seat. Almost lovingly he ran his fingers over the old crumbling leather of his ancient tome.

"Now that was one interesting dream, little Mairi. Wishful thinking? Oh, I doubt it."

Freddy made another gesture with his hand, and a blazing fire erupted in a dark pit, lined with skulls and dark rocks.

"I think, little Mairi wasn't so faithful after all. I'm sure Jason will be delighted to hear about that."

He scratched his claws over the bone and metal armrest of his throne.

"And Jason shouldn't make promises he can't keep."

He burst into laughter.

"I'm not a mere dream demon any longer. I cannot be defeated now. And I think I will pay little Mairi a visit."