Jason settles between her thighs, one arm braced slightly against the couch. All his memories have been jumbled up since day one, but to his credit, he hasn't slept around in Darrow. And he sure hasn't thought about it since remembering Fred.

His free hand tugs at the hem of her shirt. Want begins to seep through his veins, turning his kiss hard-- among other things. Bed occurs to him, but the backs of his knuckles brush soft skin and thoughts stop occurring for a moment.