His Girl - Jason Voorhees x Reader {Rewrite}

✿Chapter 27: Bashful Bath-Time✿

"W—Wait—!" You choked out, "You want—You want me to—?" Jason simply stared, impatiently waiting whilst he twisted the taps off and stopped the bath from running.

"You want me to...undress...and get in...with you...watching?!" You finally spluttered out, blushing a bright burgundy shade and tightly holding your arms.

With a slow nod, the killer dipped his head and answered your exclamation. "N-No way! I—I mean—It's just—That's out of the question!!" Embarrassed tears pricked at your eyelashes as you blinked rapidly - scared and shy.

"W...W...hy...?" He grunted out; not understanding the issue with taking your clothes off in front of him. "Wh...a...t's... th...th...e...pr...ob...le...m...?"

"B—Because—! B—Because...!" You didn't think it was possible for your face to grow any pinker, your cheeks glowing crimson by this point. "...Because a boy hasn't seen me without clothes before." You whispered in humiliation, beginning to tremble slightly due to your overwhelming nerves.

Jason merely tilted his head, too innocent to grasp your problem. Instead, he missed the mark completely - continuing to stare at you with those startling blue orbs of his. "S...S...o...?" He rumbled in his deep voice, not budging on his plan to get you undressed and into the bathtub.

"W—Well it's just...I—It's just... Oh, can't you just turn around whilst I undress? It's...It's embarrassing with you watching." You squeaked out in reply, feeling timid. With a bewildered nod of agreement, Jason turned on his heel and spun around; waiting for you to change out of your clothes.

So with a shaking stance and several deep breaths, you pulled your pj top off - praying for him not to look or laugh. Luckily, he didn't do either. Thank goodness. Biting your lip, you slid the pj bottoms off and climbed hurriedly into the bath, flushing a fulgent flamingo colour as you flung your arms around your chest. This child-minded killer really didn't act like the usual, sex-craving male...but still, you didn't want to show him something he definitely shouldn't see. You wrapped your arms around some floating bubbles and forced them over to your bustline - making sure Jason couldn't see, no matter what.

"O—Okay...I—I'm in..." Now you had to work on getting the stammer out of your voice - knowing that he wouldn't try anything. "You...You can look now. Just don't..." Your voice died when he turned back, seeing his sharp gaze taking in your bare form. "Don't...y'know...stare...or laugh...or anything..." All that slipped through your lips was a weakened whisper, your shyness getting the best of you whilst you avoided his glance.

"L...L...au...gh...h...?" Jason slowly repeated, confused by your response.

You looked down, gazing into the water with insecurity as you held the frothy foam closer to your chest. "Mhm. I know I'm not the best looking...or the prettiest...so I'd prefer it if you didn't laugh. That's all." You answered unhappily, feeling a bit defensive and underwhelming. "Courtney, Kathy, Stephanie and Cara were probably much pretti—"

The killer let loose a vicious growl; the sound ripping through his vocal cords and causing you to cower slightly. "T...Th...o...se... gi...rl...s... bu...l...li...es..." He pointed out darkly, his tone being one of disgust. "B...ad... ba...d... g...ir...ls...!" Jason's sullen snap made you jump - barely being able to keep the bubbles over your boobs.

"Yeah. They were pretty...pretty ugly on the inside. Their toxicity was what really killed them." You firmly decided, flashing the male a softhearted smile in order to stop him from sulking too much about the slaughtered teens. It worked to a degree - the killer giving a short nod and sitting on the toilet lid, so he was the more-or-less the same height as you.

"U...Ug...ly...on...in...si...de...an...d... ou...t..." Jason agreed in annoyance; disliking how much they'd picked on you. "Y...ou...'r...e... m...u...ch... pr...et...ti...er..." His opinion made you blush - but this time it was from happiness, not humiliation. "(Y...Y.../n...n)... i...s... be...a...u...ti...f...ul..."

"You're...You're much too kind to me." You shyly mumbled, a pleased expression spreading across your face as you reached for the sponge. The man shook his head, snatching the sponge before you could and dipping it into the water. "You know, you don't have to wash me. I can do it myself." You told him truthfully.

"N...o...y...ou...a...re—"

"Sick. Okay, okay, I understand." You sighed and retracted your hand; giving him permission to clean your back, sides and arms. "Thank you then, Jason... I appreciate you doing this for me." He was incredibly flattered by your gratitude, gently scrubbing your skin and removing any dirt or unnecessary filth.

"N...Ne...xt...ti...me...d...on...'t...r...un... o...ff..." The killer instructed sternly, acting serious whilst he cleaned the fading wounds given to you by Axel. "D... an... g... er... ou... s...t...o...g-...g...o...a...lo-...o...n...e..." He worriedly warned, grasping your shoulder-blades and shaking you to get his point across.

"Uh huh, I got that." You quickly spoke, nervous that the bubbles would disintegrate if Jason didn't get back to washing you. "Don't worry, I'm not in a hurry to go back and mingle with any more teens. They're all crazy!"

The male seemed pleased at your decision, continuing to rub your body and clean the dirt and blood off of you. You weren't entirely sure where the blood had come from, but if you had to choose a culprit... Your eyes swivelled to Jason nervously, almost as if silently asking him where it had come from. He'd probably murdered whoever had drugged and sexually assaulted you... Good. For once...just...good. They...They deserved it. Didn't they? You bit your lip whilst you grew hesitant, undecided on whether death was too much or not enough for sexually-assaulting teens like those two. And like that drunken teenage girl was any better!

"Hey Jason? Did you—?" Your question got cut off as you gasped in fright; not expecting a fluffy dog to fly into the water and crash into the bathtub. "J—Jasmine—!!" You scolded the Siberian husky in a severe manner - holding the sodden dog at a fair distance, so you didn't receive any fur or faint scratch-marks.

Jason only let loose some throaty laughter, heavily amused by the husky's behaviour. "It is not funny!" You hotly retorted, rolling your eyes and waiting for him to help drag the wet canine out of the tub. "C'mon, help me get Jasmine out of the bath. She's ruining my relaxation." You begged a minute or two later, thankful that after a few more deep chuckles, the male stopped being so amused and moved towards the overexcited dog.

"S...og...g...y... do...g...g...y..." The child-minded man raised his finger and pointed, carrying on with his chuckling. "So...g...gy... d...og...g...y...! S...og...gy—"

"Alright, alright! I get it, Jasmine is wet." You interrupted his immature laughs, rolling your eyes as you watched him eventually pull the water-ridden husky out from the tub. A few giggles of your own escaped your lips once you saw the funny side of your new pet's behaviour, Jason dissolving into chuckles when he returned as well. "I should wash my hair and get out soon, otherwise I'll get wrinkles." You playfully remarked, grabbing the shampoo bottle and squeezing some onto your palm.

Minutes passed as you scoured the shampoo into your strands and cleansed your locks well - making sure to wash out the knots and untangle your wet mop of hair. After you'd finished, you repeated your actions with conditioner before rinsing out the cold suds with water and suddenly realising something important. When Jasmine had dived into the bathtub, she'd taken away the only bubbly line of defence you had. You were now completely unconcealed! With a feeble cry, you clasped your hands around your cleavage; feeling exposed and extremely naked.

"J—Jason—! Don't look!!" You exclaimed in alarm - your high-pitched, strained voice wanting to protect his innocence, as well as your image. "Oh for God's sake..." A bit of time passed whilst you mixed together more bubbles, breathing a sigh of relief afterwards.

"Sorry... Say, would you mind turning around, so I can get out now? These bubbles won't last forever..." You wondered hesitantly, relieved when Jason did what you wanted. "Thanks." A faint grin lined your features as you grabbed a towel and climbed out; wrapping it securely around yourself.