The lock clicks as Jason turns the key, opening the door into the darkness that is your home at 3am. He knows that, those few weeks ago when you nervously handed him your spare key scared the moment was going to be too much for him, this isn't quite what you had in mind but his night hadn't begun, or ended, well.

Your face was all he wanted to see.

Taking small, soft—as soft as he is capable of—steps into the entranceway, kicking off his shoes and locking the door again behind him just for your peace of mind. It's completely silent and his own breathing seems to deafen him as he takes purposeful strides that quickly, and quietly, lead him to where he knows you're sleeping.

There's a feeling in his chest that he hates, worsening with every step and every painful thump in his chest, an ache that only appears when you're involved; that feeling that somethings gone wrong, somethings happened to you and he'll open that door and his entire world will have changed.

Jason pushes open the door. You've left the curtains open and the soft glow of the moon illuminates your room just enough for him to see you, still sleeping soundly in the comfort of your bed, half uncovered, blanker pushed down to your things and with a fan whirring beside you. You're perfectly fine.

The weight disappears from his chest.

Shaking his jacket from his shoulders, he tosses it over the chair beside your desk. He think of stripping more from him but he can't seem to stay away from you any longer; he's climbing into your bed moments later not caring if he, or even you, is going to be too hot in the heat of the summer night. He just wants to hold you.

You stir slightly as the bed dips beside you, curling your knees closer to your chest and softly shivering as the fan hit your thinly covered upper body. Instinctively, you drift closer to Jason. Reaching a hand over your body, he hits the button on the fan and the buzzing slows to a stop and envelopes you with his large frame. Kissing the skin of your shoulder, pulling you flat against his chest, holding you around your waist and breathing in you until everything that went wrong is locked in the back of his mind again. For now, in that second, he wants nothing more than to just feel you.

"Jay?" He hears you mutter, followed by small croak that he knew unwilling escaped you with every lengthy yawn. He had hoped you'd stay asleep but the sound of your voice is heaven to his ears.

"Yeah." He mumbles against you, his deep voice vibrating through to your bones, sending shivers throughout you.

"You okay?" You tap the hand he has splayed over your stomach, loosely twisting two of your finger around his in your sleepy state. If it was physically possible, you would push yourself closer to him just to feel him against every inch of your skin until you can't tell where you end and he begins.

He sighs, squeezing you ever so slightly. "I am now."