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[walkswithheroes]

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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[walkswithheroes]

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.

[officerjason]

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.

[walkswithheroes]

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.

[officerjason]

"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.

[walkswithheroes]

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.