Chapter 11: Thunder

Author's Note- Yep, this chapter has more smut!

After a few days, the media got bored with Crystal Lake and moved on. A week after they found the finger, ABC showed a special on our town and all the killings since 1958. 'Three Decades of Death', they called it.

Ava shut her eyes just before a warm spray of blood washed onto her. When she opened her eyes, there a film of red over her vision. Through that, she could see Jason start to drag Walter's body away. A bit of her felt guilty that she felt nothing. However, she was reminded of what Walter had done to Jason and what he would have done to her given the chance. In a way, this was good.

Time seemed to skip. Before Ava knew it, Jason was back from getting rid of the body. He was covered in blood. A dark red hand reached out to stroke her hair, leaving a streak of color on her cheek.

Are you okay?

"Yes."

Silently, as always, he lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bathroom. Their earlier shower had been rendered useless. He put her down and she turned on the spray. Warm water washed over them, and Ava turned towards the spray. Jason took a cloth and ran it along her back. Her spine stuck out and he ran his fingers along it. A shudder ripped through her body and she backed towards him.

"Jason…." she moaned and turned around. She gently took the cloth from his hand and began to wash his arms and chest. The washcloth turned red and brown. Blood and dirt. "I love you so much…"

Grunting, Jason ran his cloth across her breasts, where a splatter of blood had gotten. Her continued down, accidentally dipping a finger into her bellybutton. Ava made a soft grunt and dropped her washcloth. It didn't register with Jason, who continued his descent. A hand ran along her right thigh, to the apex between them. Jason was fascinated. Compared to the rest of her body, that area was so hot and wet. Curious, he ran a finger along it. The way Ava moaned and grabbed at his shoulders that this was a good place to touch her. Encouraged, Jason put his fingers in, naturally drawn there. For a while, he left his fingers in there, and then began to move them. He was a bit startled when Ava's eyes rolled to the back of her head and he was rewarded by her grabbing his member and gently pumping it.

"God Jason." Ava was able to get this out from between her gasps of pleasure. "More. There. Yes!"

Suddenly, she was clenching around him, gasping and crying as her orgasm shook her body almost splitting apart from the force. Jason lifted her rubbery body to the wall, backing her against it as he cinched her legs around his waist. With ease, he slid into her, putting a hand on the back of her head so she wouldn't bash her skull in as her head started to hit the wall with his thrusts.

It felt so good, to be inside his good girl. She was clawing at his neck and back, trying not to scream too loud. I love you, I love you my sweet girl, Jason thought but didn't send them to her. Rather, he tried to show her by going even harder. The hand not on the back of her head went to her breast, his rough palm rubbing a nipple, and he lifted his mask the slightest bit to suckle.

Soon, it became too much. Her noises, the warmness enveloping him, the pounding water on his back. He came in her, staying in her for a while.

Outside, dark clouds began to gather, the sign of a coming storm. It was hot, but not hot enough to stop a summer storm. Jason peeked his head out and made a small noise of fear. He still hated storms, even though he was no longer a boy. There had been a storm the night before he had been pushed into the lake.

"You okay?" Ava asked and eased herself down.

There's a storm coming.

"I'll get the candles. Do you want to go to the parlor? There are no windows."

Yes.

"Let's get dressed first."

An hour later, the storm was in full rage. They were in the parlor, kneeling in the glow of several candles. Ava had laid a blanket down and Jason held her in his arms, her head on his chest.

"I love you," she whispered drowsily, her head lolling about.

I love you Starling. Please don't leave me.

"Never. My life is here now."

A crash of thunder made Jason squeeze her tighter. Ava turned to face him, murmuring her assurances of love and safety. In some ways, he was still a kid. He was vulnerable, despite his size, and so sweet. But, something still niggled at the back of her mind. She had to ask him this, this one thing.

"May I see your face?"

At first, Jason just wanted to howl no. No one could see his face. He had suffered so much because people had seen his face. That was why he had been pushed into the lake. People ran and screamed when they saw his face and it would hurt him if Ava was one of them. But, there was nothing bad in her eyes. Just gentleness, a promise. She had told him that she would never leave him.

Slowly, he pushed her away and sat up. His shaking hands went to each side of his mask. With a sigh, he lifted it up and inched it away. Soon, it was off.

Ava didn't make any noises. After all, from her vision, she had a pretty good idea of what he looked like under the mask. Now, his face was a bit darker, and one of his eyes was a bit damaged. There were deep scars in his flesh, small valleys almost. Burn marks on a cheek and his nose looked like it had been broken multiple times.

She began to trace all those things, her finger dipping into the scars, her thumb running over his eye. After she was done, she kissed him softly on the mouth, whispering with warm, sweet breath that she loved him, and will for all time.