Leaning back on the headboard, Jason closed his eyes, savoring the satisfaction Melanie endowed him with while using this moment of rest to catch a breath when a voice from nearby abruptly interrupted him.
"Jason," the voice called out softly and lovingly and Jason suddenly opened his eyes.
"Emily . . ." Jason whispered guiltily, his voice hoarse and heavy as he finally regained control of his body. Almost instantaneously, he swiftly pulled a sheet nearby to cover his groin while failing to pry his eyes away from Emily.
Unlike Elizabeth and Melanie who were scantily dressed, Emily was wearing a pastel green nightgown. The modest dress couldn't hide her bulging bosoms that were threatening to pop out, nor could it cover her plump, mouthwatering thighs.
Smiling at Jason, Emily moved to sit in front of a dresser, combing her long hair with a brush. Jason stood up, wrapping the sheet around his lower body before walking to Emily. His eyes could only see her now as he failed to notice that Elizabeth and Melanie had mysteriously vanished from the bed. [2]
Lifting a lock of hair, Jason breathed in. The scent of sunset dew and lilacs engulfed him as he kissed her copperish hair as his eyes gleamed with guilt and sadness.
"I'm sorry," he murmured. Emily stopped combing her hair, her hand raised halfway as she gazed back at Jason through the mirror. "I keep sleeping with others, hurting you when - you deserve so much more. So much better . . . than me."
He wanted to tell her how much she means to him, how he wanted to spend this lifetime with her. He wanted to be next to her as she went to college, find a cozy apartment to move in with, and date her like a normal couple. All without the worry of his past lives and the dysfunctional troubles that followed them.
Emily smiled at Jason, her bright and pure smile too much for Jason as he turned his head to look away from her. That smile, like an angel, held no anger or sadness towards him; she had accepted the fact that she would be sharing him with others and this made Jason realize just how selfish he was.
"Hey," Emily called out to Jason while reaching out and grabbing his hand. Her soft fingers gently caressed his callously rough hand as his head turned to look back at her. Pulling his hand to her cheek, she asked Jason, "Remember the night we met?"
Jason nodded, recalling how fragile she appeared at that time. Despite her gorgeous features, with watery eyes that shone like green jewels, and the tug - that tug - he felt within his heart, he had never anticipated how close they would become in such a short time. How much she would mean to him.
"I remember," he replied gently. "At that time, I was so concerned over Alle that I neglected you - how you felt."
"And I appreciated you more for that," Emily answered. "I don't think I'd have been able to face you had you shown me pity."
Jason smiled but said nothing more; he had never pitied her. Rather, he admired the strength and defiance she showed him after such a harrowing experience. He knew that she would be a successful woman, and a wonderful partner for whoever managed to successfully woe her.
"I fell for you that night," Emily continued when she noticed Jason's silence. Her emerald eyes gleaned with fondness as she laughed and smiled. "I know it's clinched, the whole white knight gallantly saving a damsel in distress, but I couldn't help it."
As she spoke, Emily stood up and took the hand of Jason she was stroking and placed it over her heart. He could feel her heart, beating rapidly with anticipation, past her pillowy bosom that was as soft as a marshmallow. Emily's green eyes broke contact with his black eyes that were glowing with gentleness and she gazed at his full lips that were slightly parted.
"If it weren't for you, maybe I'd have killed myself," Emily whispered truthfully.
"Don't say that," Jason said firmly as he pulled hey into his arms and held her tightly against himself. "Never say that."
He recalled how Emily was almost raped the night they first met and he grimaced. The very thought that Emily would even consider . . .
"I don't think I'd have been able to live with . . ." Emily swallowed the lump in her throat. "Had you not -"
"But I did," Jason cut Emily off his voice firm as he gazed into her eyes. "I would never have let him touch you. So don't even think about ifs. It didn't happen. And it never will."
"Mmhm."
Emily closed her eyes and instead hugged him back, listening to Jason's drumming heartbeats as she rested her head on his upper chest. The scent of musk and spices emanating from him almost made her kiss his collarbone, and she pulled away from him only to gaze into his eyes once more.
"Kiss me," she whispered and Jason obliged.
He felt a tingling sensation, like being electrocuted, when his lips met hers. The kiss encompassed the various emotions he felt for her, the feelings that he couldn't convey to her in any other way.
As they continued their increasingly long session of kissing, Emily's hands moved downwards and began stroking the burning hot rod that had been pushing against her stomach.
"Emily . . ." Jason parted from her lips, hovering only mere centimetres from her mouth as he spoke quietly but Emily pecked his lips to silence him.
"I know . . ." she whispered as her hands moved faster and Jason's breaths became more hitched. "But I can still do this much. Then, when I'm eighteen, I'll give you my all."
Emily closed Jason's mouth by kissing him once more and the latter wrapped one hand against her waist and another moved upwards to cup one of her bountiful breasts. Both were moaning into each other's mouths even as they refused to stop kissing.
"Oh, Emily," Jason broke away and moaned. One of Emily's hands was focusing on his glans while the other polished his rod with fervour. The feeling - the thought - that it was Emily who was stroking him sent him over the moon and his bliss erupted like a cannon, coating the entire front of her nightdress in gobs of his essence.
"Oh, Jason," Emily gasped as he passionately kissed her again. "I love you."
I love you.
The words echoed repeatedly in Jason's mind, but this time it was another voice who said it. The voice was young and vibrant, but shy, meek, and slightly cold . . . and a shudder passed through Jason when he heard it. When he recalled her.
"Katelyn . . ."
Jason pulled away from Emily and muttered, confounded by what was occurring.
Where am I? How did I get here? he asked himself. As soon as these thoughts were born, Jason noticed that he was alone in the room; all three women had disappeared, vanishing as though they never existed.
"Ah, I see," Jason chuckled mirthlessly, his eyes turning cold. "I'm dreaming." [3]
He was rattled, bewildered that he was dreaming of such sexual actions, especially one that involved Emily. It was wrong for all the right reasons, yet he couldn't deny the fact that he desired her, Melanie, Elizabeth, and . . . Katelyn.
"Hey, there, Jay," a voice called out from behind Jason, who froze as the horrific memories flashed through his mind. The gunshots, the screams, the blood . . . it all came tumbling back down on him.
Slowly turning around with a guilt-ridden face, Jason looked at the boy in front of him. A boy no older than thirteen stood in front of him, his shaggy black hair and dark mousy eyes were just like they were when he died. Only, a hint of violet passed through those eyes as an amused smile crossed the boy's lips.
"Been a while, eh? Man, I always keep saying that to you, don't I?"
"Jackie . . ." Jason replied hoarsely, his low voice almost inaudible.
[2] Emily's hair is short now. She had to cut it after she was bullied, but Jason is seeing her in his dreams with her long hair, the same way it was when he first met her.
[3] I felt this entire scene was necessary. From the very beginning. I had planned for there to be multiple love interests, not just to show how attractive Jason is, but also to reflect his desires. Elizabeth/Freya is his passion, that he wants to please her as much as she pleases him, without understanding if it's love. Melanie represents his lust, the sadistic part of him that enjoys pleasure and using a woman to release it; it's pure lust. And Emily represents his desire for, not only an ordinary relationship but one that connects to an emotional level. Katelyn is a little different, as they were both playing each other, pretending to fall in love, until it actually happened. Now, the assassin represents his desire for a family. And that's it for the harem. Of course, there's going to be more women introduced, probably as one-nighters or crushes, but for now, it's only these four who are considered to be in Jason's harem.