Hello lovely people! I have returned, and I bring you, Entangled. Starts pretty much where Trapped ended, enjoy.

Disclaimer- I still don't own Jason Voorhees or F13 franchise. *cries in a corner*

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A new day.

A new life.

A new adventure.

These were the things that stirred around Allison Hayes' mind as she awoke. Her eyes slowly fluttered open to see a bare muscular chest before her. She smiled, nuzzling her way against the body. Quiet snoring made her glance up, coming face to face with an old, beaten up hockey mask.

Jason Voorhees. Who would've thought he was a snorer? She laughed to herself.

Last night was the second time they had actually slept together. And not made love, mind you, just…slept. Although, having intercourse before sleeping last night would have been marvelous, she admitted. But, she would have to wait. The trauma of losing their child was wrecking her inside, and she shook her head to rid her thoughts of the memory. In time, they would have their child, provided Jason wanted it so.

Never in her wildest or craziest dreams had she ever thought she would end up curled next to Jason Voorhees' sleeping form. Let alone be in love with him. But life had a funny way of turning out and she wondered where it would take them in the future.

She hoped a child was still in their future, because regardless of whom the parent was probably going to be, she knew he would be a wonderful father. Allison had faith in Jason. She believed he could be sweet and gentle with a baby as he was with her. Of course…she'd have to teach him first. How to feed the baby, bathe, change diapers – Allison giggled at the thought of that. She herself didn't know much about caring for a child, so it would be a learning experience for the two of them. A working collaboration for both that would teach patience and maturity – though they didn't need more of the latter, that she dreamed would bring them closer together.

Raising a hand, Allison lazily drew circles on Jason's chest. She couldn't even fully describe how thankful she was that he had not had a change of heart again, leaving her in tears. The first time was hard enough, to even fathom that he would engage in sexual activity with her, mindful of his hatred of it. It would be awhile before it happened again, she imagined. But at the same time, she would rather it be that or not at all. She'd wait years for him.

Allison glanced up, hearing stirring beside her. She immediately smiled, Jason's bright blue eyes staring back at her. His hand reached out to her cheek, caressing it gently. Allison turned her cheek against his palm, nuzzling into him.

"Good morning," she said sweetly.

Jason grunted in response. She smiled though; it was a decent enough "good morning" from him to her.

"How are you feeling?" Jason sighed, his eyes shutting. "Tired?" He nodded, eyes still closed.

Allison untangled herself from Jason's hold, much to his dismay. He grabbed for her in confusion before she explained, "I'm going to get something for you to write on," she said reassuringly.

She got out of the bed, walking to the door and opening it. Heading for the kitchen, she pawed through the drawers, looking for paper.

"Morning," Patrick's voice came from behind her, nearly startling Allison.

Allison turned her head and threw him a smile. "Hey. Sleep okay?"

Patrick returned the grin, "Yeah. I did. How about you? How's Jason?"

She found a bunch of blank papers and pen, grabbing them. "I slept great. Best sleep I've had in awhile, honestly. We just woke up, so I guess I'll let you know."

Patrick opened up the fridge, taking out a carton of milk. He guzzled down some, "Sounds like a plan." He drank some more. "I have to meet up with the guys today, so I'll be around later. Will you guys be fine?"

Allison hummed a 'yes', walking to her room. She shut the door behind her. Jason was sitting upright in the bed, leaning against the pillows. Staring lustfully at his muscles, she nearly pounced on him right then and there. She didn't though, restraining her libido. Allison simply made her way to the side of the bed, preparing to get under the covers again. Jason, however, had other plans as he suddenly scooped her up in his hefty arms, causing her to help in surprise as he placed her in his lap.

Allison let out a laugh, lying against his bare chest. "Well, hi there," she giggled again.

Jason chuckled quietly, a hand wrapping around her slim waist. Allison's eyes glanced at his hand, trailing up to his chest. Her emerald eyes caught his for a brief moment. His baby blues were brighter today. Last night she noticed they were dark, but that could have just been the lighting. Looking away from his masked face, she drank his body in, her pulse racing a little faster. Her palm rested on his left pectoral, feeling his chest rise and fall contractively.

His physique never failed to amaze her. She speculated, if he did "work out" whenever he left for periods of time, or if he had been impacted supernaturally after his first death. Allison wasn't stupid. Obviously after he drowned in the lake years ago, something brought him to an undead state. There was nothing man-made by the camp that could build his muscles that well and it wasn't like Jason could go to a gym. He was far too powerful for it to be a natural occurrence. Whatever this…force was that gave Jason life again was an expert in developing the male form. Jason's body was, to her, the epitome of perfection.

Staring at him now, she felt herself become aroused again. Piercing blue eyes met hers, and her chest heaved heavily.

"Jason..?" Allison breathed. She wondered if he would catch on to her hints, ultimately giving into her wanton desires. Wiggling her hips some on his pelvis, she felt him respond reflexively, but he made no indications of wanting to proceed.

"Jason," she repeated calling his name, she continued to rub against him, "I want…do you want…I want you…" Her words fell quiet as he only glanced at her blankly.

Allison felt extremely uncomfortable under his sharp gaze, but she gazed right back at him regardless. She knew she was treading in dangerous waters, but she wanted to see just how far she could go, pushing his buttons.

"I just…Jason…you…" She fumbled over her words helplessly. Come on, get it together. Allison sighed and took a deep breath, calming herself. She stared him straight in the eyes. She collected what she needed to say and forced the words out.

"Jason, you make me feel amazing. Emotionally, you are able to comfort me when I need to be cheered up, and honestly, it's like you hardly have to try. You are able to do it…so well and so effortlessly. Mentally, I feel this…connection. We understand each other in a way that too few people do. I feel like I can tell you anything. Physically, you make me feel desired, beautiful, and special. And…I want you to know from me, saying it out loud, that you are very important to me. You make me laugh, you make me smile, you made my terrible days brighter, and you protect me even at the cost of your own undead life. I wouldn't have before but, now that we've become so entwined, I would take a bullet for you. I think you know that already, as I nearly did it when those kids came 'round, pushing you out of the way."

She paused then, taking in Jason's expression. His face was still impassive, but she could tell that he understood everything she said.

"But…I think the most important thing of all is the actual physical attraction. First off, your physique is…incredible. Every woman wants a man with a built body and you are the prime example of that. I couldn't be any happier with you physically." She saw him grimace at that, so she added, "And yes, I do mean your face too. You know, there are people out there who have found some way to contact a person through mail, or support groups or whatever and have never met in person, but are able to build a lasting relationship, whether its friendship or romantic, without even seeing their face. That's how you are to me, Jason. If you had never shown me what was beneath your mask, I would still have these same emotions, because I don't care what you look like underneath. It's what you are, being mindful of your morally wrong tendencies at times, that draws me to you."

She grabbed his forearms, using them to adjust her position to sit upright on his lap. Putting his hands on her hips, she continued. "I'll add that the mind-blowing sex, is a somewhat important factor, but it also isn't. I'm willing to accept that with you, I won't always get it when I want. I'm okay with that. But, I have one condition. I expect it to be spectacular every time. You set the bar high." She grinned foxily, placing her hands on his massive chest.

"All in all, you, Jason Voorhees, masked serial killer with numerous scars and disfigurements, have managed to somehow capture my attention and you will not let go. I'm entangled in this crazy, bizarre, and inconceivable web of dangerous paths we've gone down, but I wouldn't have it any other way, because…I love…it."

Allison briefly stopped breathing. Did-did she almost say she loved Jason? Wait. Did she love Jason? Surely all of those things she'd just recited to him meant she did, right? Did he love her if she loved him?

One of Jason's hands suddenly rose up from her hip, accidentally or intentionally, she didn't know, brushing her breast as it came to stop at her cheek, caressing her skin again. Just the smallest touch of his hand reminded her of the desire that dwelled inside.

"So…Jason, do you want to…" She trailed off, her hand dipping down to his pelvis, finding his semi-hard member.

Jason's body immediately stiffened, his gaze turning steely. The hand left on her hip became crushingly powerful and she gasped out in pain. Allison wriggled out of his grasp, falling out of the bed and tumbling to the floor.

"Jason I just…" She began as she picked herself up.

He angrily grabbed for the paper and pen, scribbling down a single two letter word. He showed it to Allison, making her heart sink.

No.

With a wracking sob, Allison ran into her bathroom, slamming the door shut. Turning the shower on, she stepped inside, not even bothering to take her clothing off. She sat on the shower floor, holding her knees to her chest as she sobbed.

Allison knew she shouldn't have expected anything from Jason at all, considering who he was. But that wasn't why she cried. The simple rejection he gave her struck her like a lightning bolt, bringing Allison back to reality. It was like she fell thousands of miles from heaven, straight into her own personal hell. Jason Voorhees would always be Jason Voorhees. He would always loathe sexual relations, and even she couldn't change that. Her chest hurt something terrible and her arousal was indefinitely shot. She felt awful, going from such an amazing high from letting her feelings out to completely dejected and moronic. It's probably better this way, considering she just lost their child, she thought. She didn't want more heartache, but she didn't want this either. She should have known.

No.

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Okay uh…I seriously apologize for the wait and considering it's not that long either. Um, excuses, excuses yup. I do have some explanations though.

First, and most importantly, I lost someone very close to me in December and I simply did not want to do much of anything. I did not start writing this chapter until late January, when my final college semester started (WOO! I graduate May, by the way :) ).

Second, like I said, I'm in my final semester so I have to bunker down and focus on graduating. I will still be writing as much as I can. I have no classes on Wednesday, so that will usually when you will see updates other than weekends, such as today as I have posted this finally lol.

Now, on to the story related stuff. FRICKING FINALLY RIGHT? I know you all were expecting the first chapter to be sunshine and rainbows, weren't you? I had planned it that way, but then I thought this would be a better set up for the plot of the story. Allison dealing with her wants and needs from Jason (sex, kids, an actual life again) and Jason dealing with well, that same stuff haha.

I'm not sure when the next update will be, to be honest. I posted the first three chapters of my Slenderman story, A Dangerous Dance, which I am simultaneously writing along with Cycle of Bane (Yep, I started writing it again, nearly finished, I think) and Entangled now.

Err…I think that's everything lol. I suppose this is a Valentine's Day thing…even though it's not really xD

Send me love, loves :)

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