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It's not normally the type of news that warrants celebration. Fred hasn't solved any big problem or helped defeat any kind of monster or vampire or anything, but she's still giddy enough that the first thing she does is head over to Jason's.

Up until now, she hasn't done much in Darrow except try to figure out just how she should be spending her time. And as she's walking through town, past the train station, it finally hits her. She needs to still be helping people. Fred had that revelation of her true path in life a long time ago, and she needs to get back to that. And maybe it's not exactly the most lucrative of plans and she'll have to find some kind of job to support it— there's a lab in town that she thinks might be looking for people— but she's excited anyway.

It's not until Fred knocks on Jason's door that she realizes that she doesn't even know if he's home. She probably should have called first.

This is becoming kind of a habit.

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"You really think you still have to ask me that?" Fred asks, and her mouth is on his again almost before she can get the words out. Confusing as it may have been to get all her memories back in one go, two different pasts all mixed up in her head like some kinda brain soup, this is one thing she's sure of.

"Something my dad always told me about assumin' things," he gasps back against her lips, and then he's done thinking about dead parents. He shifts and rolls so that she's underneath him, all soft and warm and Fred. Hands tangle up in her hair, his mouth demanding and hungry. He's played it careful long enough. Time to remind them both that she's his.

She wants to tell him that with her, he's pretty safe if he just goes ahead and assumes, but then his mouth is on hers again and he's on top of her and really, it's been a long time since anyone's done any assuming with her. In fact, there hasn't been anyone since Jason, back on the island. It's more a fortunate coincidence than anything else that life back home got too complicated for much romance.

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.

Jason's always been good when it comes to getting Fred to shut her brain off, and even though she's not exactly running formulas through her head right now, she's finding it hard to think about much at all that's not him, she's finding it hard to breathe, even.

He tugs at the hem of her shirt and Fred takes the hint, pulling away from him for only the second it takes to pull it up and over her head.

He catches her mouth again, only for a moment before trailing open-mouth kisses down the column of her neck. "It's been too fuckin' long," he says, grit in his voice, and then then he scrapes his teeth over a delicate collarbone.

He wants to tell her he loves her, always, but instead moves to the sweet, familiar curve of her breast.

It's probably selfish of her to think, but even though Jason's been without a shirt ever since Fred even knocked on the door, she can't help but think that he's entirely too clothed right now. But doing something about that requires moving, and with his mouth on her breast, moving is just about the last thing she wants right now.

"Jason," she says, and already, she's arching up her hips to meet his.

Jason's fingers skid up her arms and then down again, dragging the thin straps down her shoulders until her breasts spring free. "So fuckin' pretty," he says, just before lowering his head and mouthing the space between. No magic or blood or drugs here, just the woman he loved. Something real and warm and hard-earned.

His tongue rasped over her right nipple, lips closing over just a moment after.

It's one thing to remember doing this with Jason, to have the memory of it come flooding back mixed up with everything else, but it's another to be here doing it again, to have Jason right here with her, the weight and feel of him, the smell of him. Fred makes a noise that's kind of embarrassing when he puts his mouth on her, and squirms a little underneath him.

Usually it takes a lot to shut her brain up, but right about now that's not a problem at all. Everything else just melts away, kinda like ice cream on a hot Texas day, only Fred's too preoccupied to actually make analogies that clever right now.

Well, it's good to know Jason hasn't forgotten what he's doing. That little noise gets him to pull back up and kiss her on her mouth, that sweet mouth that's making that noise, that noise that rushes through him like a goddamn fright train. He swears to himself she's gonna make a lot more noise before they're done.

One warm hand slides between them again, cupping between her thighs. God, she's hot. Jason breaks the kiss, unable to settle his mouth anywhere when everywhere needs tasting, and scrapes his teeth over her pulse.

Jason touches her and Fred's hips arch upwards and into his hand. How long has it been since he touched her there? A year? She knows it's been a heck of a lot longer for him. Even still, it's just like the last time, ever bit as wonderful as she remembers.

"Jason, please," she says, her voice hushed, urgent and full of need.

"Please what?" he drawls, slow and deliberate, right against her skin. His hand stays where it is, not stroking or applying any particular amount of pressure-- just resting. His other hand sneaks up, cupping her breast.

He presses a kiss against the skin that's gone pink under his mouth.

Fred answers by going for the button of his jeans, her fingers fumbling at first to get them open. She's sure he knows exactly what she's talking about, but he's just being a big old tease about it. They both know exactly where this is is going, both know exactly where they want it to go, and maybe Fred's really enjoying this part— boy howdy is she enjoying it— but she really wants to get to what's next too.

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