walkswithheroes | [For Jason]

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[For Jason]

In the weeks since finding that reel on the bookshelf, Fred hasn't done much. The first week or so was mostly spent in the compound, either in her room or in the rec room, pouring through spell books and dusty volumes in languages that she has to cross-reference with others just so she can understand them.

But this isn't like last time. It's not like when she first arrived and she spent her days cooped up looking for a way off of the island. Her gears have shifted, and while her nose is still in a book for more than a few hours each day, she's not keeping herself confined to the concrete walls of the compound. Today, for instance, she's settled in at Jason's, sitting on his floor with a stack of books next to her that she's been adding to just about every time she comes by to visit.

"You know, there's actually nothing in these that actually talks about the Old Ones, but they're alluded to like crazy," Fred says, not looking up from a giant volume in some language that she can barely translate. She straightens her glasses on her nose before running a hand through her hair, "This doesn't make any sense."

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Jason wasn't sure what alluded even meant.

All he really knew was that Fred believed the key to everything was in the damn books. He'd given up on reading them himself for the night, and while one was propped open in front of him, he was furtively, carefully reading Memoirs of a Geisha.

He looked up at her words, and takes her in-- she's so damn pretty even when she's worried, and especially with all these books.

"Well," he said, half-wincing in preparation for this particular reveal. "I had this special readin' teacher when I was in school, when I was like, ten. And sometimes she used to get me to make charts about things. Maybe you could pile up all the things that are kinda talked about...."

Shit, who was he kidding?

"—so that way I'll have everything in front of me and it might be easier to work through," Fred says, though she doesn't know whether or not she's finished his sentence or just replaced what he was gonna say with her own. Either way, it's a great idea, and she's got that handy-dandy white board back in her room now.

Part of her kind of wants to dash back there now and get it, just so she can get started on this right away.

"I'm so dumb; I should have been doin' that this whole time."

Jason looked back up from the book, where he was learning just what a mizuage was. It wasn't as sexy as he'd hoped.

"Naw, baby, you're plenty smart," Jason said. "That's the problem. Sometimes people who are so smart don't see some of the things right in front of them."

He yanked his shirt over his head and tossed it over to one of the corners. "You got a notebook or something?"

It says a lot about how distracted she's been by trying to solve a potentially unsolveable problem that she doesn't even notice right away that Jason's taken his shirt off and she's suddenly been presented with a whole lotta pretty.

"No," Fred says, with a sigh and a frown, shoulders slumping a bit. Only then, she gets an idea. And maybe if Wesley was around, he'd look a lot like somebody kicked his puppy, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

She pulls over one of the newer demon language volumes— new being a relative term as far as these books are concerned— and rips out one of the blank pages near the back.

"But maybe this'll do for now."

Gran would have had something to say about that-- mostly how lucky it was that Jason had never really had the inclination to learn Spanish, let alone demon-talk.

"It's a really good idea," he said instead, drawing it out. "But maybe it would be even better if you slept on it." Mostly, he just though she could use more sleep, and he would prefer it if she did it where he could watch her. Maybe stay with her.

It said a lot about how worried he'd been that sex wasn't even on his mind in that moment.

Fred shakes her head at that idea right away.

"I'm not really sleepy," she replies. Tired, though? Tired's a whole 'nother story. She's tired of working this problem that maybe can't even be solved. She can't even read half the languages in the books she's found, so how's she supposed to figure out a problem that all of Wolfram and Hart couldn't?

"If you wanna, though... I could go and take this research party on the road."

Jason watched her for a minute, setting his books aside for the night. She did look tired, though he figured it wasn't in the cards for her to be able to just go to sleep.

Funny how pretty she still looked, even exhausted and worried.

Maybe Jason wasn't any kind of genius who could just fix her problem, but maybe he could help her forget it for the night. He got up and went to sit in front of her, gently taking the stuff out of her hands and setting it aside.

"Naw, I think you should stay here tonight," he said, and gathered her face up in his hands and kissed her-- slowly, thoroughly.

It's no secret that Fred's been preoccupied ever since she found that reel on the shelf. Maybe she hasn't been as frantic to find an answer as she was when it came to finding a way home back when she first arrived on Tabula Rasa, but a significant portion of her waking hours have been spent with her head in a book, or searching the bookshelf.

So maybe she's told him that she's not tired, but she is. Fred wishes that she could just open up the next book and have the answer right there, so maybe she can stop being so damn scared.

"Jason," Fred says, pulling away slightly after she's already kissed him back for an extended moment, "I've— I've gotta work on this."

"You've got time," Jason said firmly, now holding her shoulders. "You got time and smarts and all these fucking books and a guy who's crazy about ya. You need a break from this."

His hands slid down to her ribcage, and he leaned in, pressing his lips to a spot just under her jaw.

"Stay with me tonight."

What's real embarrassing is that when Fred opens up her mouth to protest again, and tell Jason just how much she has to cross-reference and translate tonight so that she'll feel like she's made some freaking progress, it's more a sigh of pleasure that escapes her lips instead of actual words.

Because lips? Hands? All good.

"Unless a break'll just make me lose my train of..." Fred starts, once the words come back, but ends up trailing off anyway.

"Okay, that's just not fair."

"I think," Jason murmured, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses under her jaw, into the hollow of her throat, "that I can help clear your mind and get you some real sleep. You'll think better in the morning, promise."

He pulled back just slightly, his eyes dilated with his want for her.

"I'm not gonna push ya, but I swear it would be, uh, worth your while."

"That's... you're really good at that," Fred replies, just before he pulls away, and she's not all too sure when she started speaking in hushed tones, but she's doing it anyway.

It's not like she and Jason haven't already had their fair shake at the Horizontal Happy and she doesn't know what she'd be missing out on. She definitely knows.

"Maybe... if it's just a short break?" she says, realizing that she's already missing the warmth of his mouth against her skin.

If Jason had his way, it would be no short break. He had every intention of wearing her out and seeing her get some sleep.

"Sure, baby," he said, pulling her into his lap, and then talking against the pulse in her throat. "A real short break. Just c'mere." It helped, too, to have Fred in his arms, safe from whatever blue-skinned boogey-people wanted her back home.

Of course, there was the fact that she was smokin' hot and good God, he wanted her whenever he could get her.

Curled up in Jason's lap, Fred dips her head to catch his mouth in another kiss. There are a heck of a lot of things that she's sure she's capable of, but not taking advantage when she's got all that pretty right there in front of her isn't something she's really sure she can do.

Even if she is still running passages in ancient languages over and over in her head.

It's kinda hard to quiet it down sometimes, once she gets her brain going, especially these days. Especially when there's so much to figure out still.

With a little groan, Jason's pushing his fingertips up under the hum of her shirt, finding warm skin. He was good at turning his own brain off, but here he didn't do that. Everything was as clear as if he'd been set on some kind of mission.

His hands flattened on her sides, and slid further up her sides. There was something thrilling about this part, sneaking up a feel under her shirt, brushing up against the undersides of her breasts.

Fred makes a small noise against his mouth, leaning against Jason's hand as he touches her. He's warm, and lately, she's forgotten just how good just this feels. For the moment, the ancient translations she's been trying to work through fade away, and she presses a hand against the bare skin of his side to brace herself.

Jason would be horrified to know she'd forgotten. As it was, this was working out just fine as a distraction from the books, and hell, he was sure they both needed it.

His fingers crept up over the fabric of her bra, ghost-like touches as his thumbs swept the soft tops of her breasts. Leave it behind was what he wanted to say, but figuring that would break the spell, he said it by continuing to kiss the hell out of her.

As much as Fred sometimes wishes that maybe she could just leave it all behind, it's just not in her to give up. Not on figuring out just how to prevent a future that maybe won't even happen to her, and not on eventually getting home either. Of course, one's got to come before the other, but that's all in due time.

But even with all of that inherent persistence, maybe she does need the distraction sometimes.

Jason's fingers touch bare skin under her shirt and she deepens the kiss, mouth more insistent against his.

He grinned into the kiss, and slid his hands down her sides so that he could get them under the backs of her thighs, lift her up. He had every intention of getting them into the bed. Without breaking the lip-to-lip action, he moved until he was setting her on the bed, pressing her gently back against the mattress.

"You with me, sweetheart?" he whispered, kissing her upper lip, then the bridge of her nose.

"I'm here," Fred replies, admittedly, a little out of breath, then leans in to kiss him again. Though, it's not but a moment before she pulls away for a second, frowning just a little.

"I mean, not here here, because of course I'm here. If that makes any sense?"

"Wait, you're not here here--" Jason started to repeat, but then it seemed like the wrong kind of tongue twister. Definitely not the kind he wanted to be doing with her, anyway.

"Shirt off," he murmured instead, combing his fingers through her hair. "I'm gonna make sure you're with me all the way tonight."

"No, I meant mentally, because of course I'm here physically," Fred replies, though, on the island, that's not technically true, either. Just because their physical states are as they should be one second doesn't necessarily mean they will be ten seconds from now. The island is just unpredictable enough that Fred wouldn't really bet on it.

But even as Fred's started off on the beginnings of a rambling tangent, her voice is quiet, and her eyes lid shut as Jason runs his fingers through her hair.

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