A/N: This is set directly after the events of Resident Evil 6. Jake and Sherry is my favorite pairing! Reviews are welcomed and very much appreciated! :D Not sure if this will be one-shot or not.
But they'll never get you right
I've been watching you all night
And the people passing by
They should tremble at your sight
But they'll never get you right- Brandon Flowers, "Never Get You Right"
July 2013
Upon escaping from Neo Umbrella's underwater facility, Jake Muller and Sherry Birkin were subjected to decontamination baths, a no-contact quarantine, and too many debriefings to count. They barely saw each other during this time as the Bioterrorism Security Assessment Alliance, or BSAA, wanted to make sure they told the same story and weren't a threat to global security, biological or otherwise. The quarantine was lifted after two weeks, and the two survivors sought each other immediately.
They met in the cafeteria of the BSAA camp in Lanshiang, holding each other tight for a long while.
"It's been awhile," Jake murmured, resting his cheek against her hair. "You been having as much fun as I have?"
Sherry scoffed, finally releasing him and missing the feel of his body pressed against hers. She had done a great deal of thinking while separated from Jake, uncovering some rather embarrassing truths about her feelings for the former mercenary.
"Never has so much fun been had," she replied sarcastically. "We should be cleared to leave by tomorrow. Leon is trying to get us a private plane, but air travel has been shut down given all the planes dropping from the sky."
"Nice. I'd like to see something other than fluorescent lights for a change," Jake commented as they headed to get some food to eat.
"Tell me about it. I'd die a happy woman if I never had to be in a lab again."
Jake frowned upon realizing that he never considered how much harder their quarantine would be on her. If anyone was the equivalent of a human lab rat, Sherry was.
"We should sneak out," he whispered conspiratorially, brushing his lips against her ear as they shuffled down the food line. Sherry's head whipped around to look at him in shock.
"That is not a good idea," she warned, grabbing her tray and moving towards a table. Jake snickered and grabbed an extra orange before following her. They chose an empty table that didn't have anyone else around to eavesdrop on their conversation.
"We both need to get out of this place," Jake reasoned quietly, peeling his orange. Sherry reached for her fork and stuck it into her instant mashed potatoes, grimacing before taking a bite.
"Yeah, but we'll be out tomorrow. Why risk getting in trouble for a few extra hours of freedom?" she challenged him.
Jake leaned back, shaking his head in disapproval. "Last I checked, we were both adults who kind of just saved the world," he began. "Where's your sense of adventure?"
Sherry went to argue, but bit back the retort she had ready. Jake was right; they deserved a night out. They bent their heads together and planned their escape.
By midnight, Sherry's stomach was bubbling with excitement. The BSAA had provided them with a few outfits instead of their normal white scrub uniform, so she changed into form-fitting jeans and a clingy top. She pulled on the sensible sneakers they had included and looked herself over in the mirror. Jake was knocking on her door at ten after twelve, and she slipped out of her room to follow him.
"Do you know where you're going?" she whispered.
"Of course. I've had this place mapped out for a week," Jake replied confidently, glancing over his shoulder. He wore jeans and an olive green thermal shirt with the sleeves rolled up his forearms. They skirted around security guards and slipped through the kitchen and into the loading bay. Jake boosted Sherry over the fence surrounding the BSAA camp before hoisting himself up and over. And just like that they were free.
The air smelled strange, Sherry noted. It wasn't fresh like she had hoped; instead the odor of death and fire hung in the air. There were few people around the BSAA camp, but once they made it closer to town, things started to liven up. Music poured out of nightclubs and bars, with people engaging in loud, jovial conversations as Sherry and Jake walked by.
"Where are we going?" Sherry inquired as Jake seemed to be heading somewhere in specific.
"Anywhere that serves alcohol and appetizers," he remarked. "I can't take one more day of that slop they feed us."
Sherry couldn't argue with that, so she looped her arm around his as he led the way. He stopped in front of a place that didn't seem too busy, but had music with thumping bass leaking from the windows.
"Can't beat a place called Moonshine," he grinned, leading Sherry inside. The place was dimly due to the neon light show that was projected from the stage. Jake found a high top and pulled out a barstool for Sherry. "What's your poison?" he asked, gesturing towards the bar.
"Surprise me," she winked, glancing around for any familiar BSAA faces. It would be a stupid escape plan if they ran into someone that recognized them from the camp. Security grunts might not give her a hard time, but Leon sure would have. Jake placed a tall glass with a greenish liquid inside in front of Sherry.
"This is the shit," he said, sipping at his identical drink. "It's like minty alcoholic lemonade. I think I'm in heaven."
Sherry wrapped her lips around her straw and took a hesitant pull from her glass, her eyes widening as the sweet, flavorful liquid danced on her tongue.
"Yum!" she moaned, sipping with relish.
"Told you. I ordered some kind of food. I think the guy said chicken…"
Their appetizer was some kind of spicy chicken in a fried wonton wrapper, and they destroyed their first order with delight. Jake ordered another, as well as refills on their drinks.
"This was such a good idea," Sherry sighed, the alcohol working its way into her system. Jake smirked and poked her forehead.
"And you doubted me," he teased, glancing at the people on the dance floor. The music was a mix of American and Asian, and the dancers didn't seem to mind.
"You want to dance?" Sherry asked, knowing he wasn't the dancing type.
"I am not nearly drunk enough for that," Jake snorted as their drinks arrived.
Sherry grinned devilishly as they clinked their glasses together. "To a night out," she toasted.
"To a fan-fucking-tastic night out," Jake corrected.
Two appetizers and four drinks down, Sherry was stuffed and relaxed. Jake was leaning back in his chair, a light smile gracing his lips. "So what's next?" he asked, slightly shouting above the thumping music.
"What do you mean?" Sherry hollered back, leaning forward until they were mere inches apart.
"Where do you go from here? Back to the states?"
"Oh," she sighed, shrugging her shoulders. "I guess so. I'm willing to bet there will be a slew of paperwork and hearings about the C-Virus that I'll have to attend. Things will eventually go back to normal, and I'll keep saving the world. What about you?"
Jake shrugged and looked around, frowning at his empty glass. He held it up until the bartender nodded in acknowledgement.
"What do you want me to do?" he asked boldly, leaning forward again.
"Whatever makes you happy."
"I'm just getting familiarized with that feeling."
Sherry felt her cheeks heat and she leaned back in her chair, breaking eye contact. She wished she could just be bold and express her feelings like a normal woman could. But she wasn't a normal woman, and Jake sure wasn't a normal man.
"Are you suitably drunk yet?" Sherry asked suddenly, hopping from her chair.
"You know what? I think I am!" Jake mused, sliding to the floor and following Sherry to the dance floor. The song was an upbeat number that faded into something slow and romantic.
"Nope, I'm out," Jake protested, turning to go back to the table. Sherry grabbed his arm and spun him back around.
"Don't be such a chicken."
"I don't know how to slow-dance."
Sherry took his right hand and placed it on her waist, then took his left hand in her right. She closed the distance between them and smirked.
"Now you do. It's not that hard," she teased, sliding her left hand around his narrow waist. She pressed her cheek against his chest, closing her eyes dreamily.
"So I just rock back and forth like this until it's over?" Jake questioned, feeling uncomfortable. Sherry nodded and pressed her body against his; soft curves against hard muscle. Jake slid his hand to her hip and pulled her closer still, lowering his mouth to hers. He had caught her off guard, so he pulled away and grinned. Sherry looked up at him, her blue eyes round in surprise.
The song transitioned into another dance number so they quickly returned to their table. Another round of hard mint lemonades was delivered and they sat in awkward silence. All of the words Sherry had prepared disappeared from her mind the moment she felt Jake's lips meet hers. He avoided her eyes now, seemingly embarrassed.
"You wanna get out of here?" he asked, downing his drink in a few quick gulps. Sherry nodded and they left money on the table to cover their tab before escaping in the summer heat.
"Is that a photo booth?" Sherry squealed, running across the street. "Jake, come on!"
They slid into the booth and chose the black and white borderless setting. With each camera snap, they posed differently with rapid movements to get into position in time. The machine spit out a photo strip, and Sherry paid for a duplicate so they would each have one. The first photo was normal; Sherry was grinning and Jake wore his trademark smirk. For the second picture, Jake had stretched out Sherry's cheeks with her fingers and was looking at her with a devilish grin. During the third shot, Jake had stuck his fingers in Sherry's armpits, so she was screaming with laughter while he bit his lip. For the final frame, Sherry rested her head against Jake's shoulder as he gazed down at her.
"These are great," she exclaimed, holding them against her chest.
"We're pretty good-looking," Jake admitted, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. They shuffled back to the BSAA camp, having a bit more trouble with the fence considering how loaded they both were. There was only a skeleton crew operating at such a late hour, so they had an easy time making it back to their quarters. Sherry paused outside of her room, but Jake gripped the handle and pushed his way in, letting out a low whistle.
"Holy shit," he boomed. "Your room is huge."
Sherry rolled her eyes and closed the door before anyone heard Jake's exclamation. She slipped her shoes off and turned on the lights.
"I'm sure our rooms are exactly the same," she assured him, leaning against the door. Jake snorted and pressed his back up against the door beside Sherry before counting paces until he reached the other side.
"Yours is twice as big as mine!"
"Jake, what does it matter?"
He grabbed her hand and pulled her along until they reached his room.
"See this?" he remarked, pointing out a security panel. "They lock me in after nine p.m. I developed a way to get around it, but the point still stands." He pulled his door open and held his arms out. Sherry grimaced upon realizing that Jake really wasn't exaggerating. His room wasn't much bigger than a typical jail cell, with only a bed, toilet, sink, and small writing area. Guilt bubbled in her stomach.
"I bet this was Redfield's idea," Jake muttered, pacing around the tiny space. He looked very much like a caged animal; it was no wonder he had wanted to get out so badly.
"Jake, I had no idea," Sherry murmured, placing a hand on his forearm. "This isn't fair to you, especially considering how much the BSAA needs you."
The former mercenary sucked his teeth in disgust before pointing out the writing area. "I can't take a piss in peace, but thank God I have a space for my poetry," he ranted sarcastically. He slid their photo booth pictures from his pocket and stuck them on the writing desk. At least the stupid thing served a purpose now.
"Is the bed at least comfortable?" Sherry asked, only because she was particularly happy with her own sleeping arrangements. Jake gestured for her to try it out, and when she did, she made a face of shock and horror.
"Let me guess, you're sleeping on a fucking cloud?"
Once again, Jake grabbed her hand and they backtracked to Sherry's room. Jake kicked off his shoes and collapsed onto the bed, moaning into the pillows. He rolled onto his back, his shirt riding up to expose his abdomen.
"Not fair," he croaked, flinging his arms out to his sides. Sherry grinned devilishly and crept over towards him to take advantage of his distraction. She jammed her fingers into his armpits, stifling a squeal as he swung his elbows down.
"What the hell!" he growled, trying to hold in his laughter. Sherry wiggled her fingers, tickling Jake without mercy. He placed a foot on the floor and propelled them over where he could have the upper hand. Sherry moved her hands to his sides, giggling as he locked his thighs around her to keep her still.
He raked his fingers up her sides, but she deflected and went for his armpits again. Jake tried to get a hold of her hands, but she slipped out of his grip with ease.
"What the hell! Why are your arms like slippery noodles?" he grunted, grabbing a wrist with each of his hands before slamming Sherry's hands into the pillow above her head. They both were stock still, panting against each other, blue eyes locked together. Jake saw something flash in Sherry's eyes. Fear?
He released her instantly, coming up onto his knees and whispering an apology. He climbed off the bed and ran a hand over his head, trying to come back down to reality. Sherry stood on the bed and launched herself at Jake from behind, wrapping her legs around his waist.
"What the—" he exclaimed before Sherry started whispering nonsense into his ear. That tickled way more than anything her fingers could do, and Jake found himself spinning around in an attempt to break free. Dizzy, he bumped into a night stand and fell onto the soft bed with Sherry still wrapped around him. Jake held a hand to his head until his vision straightened out, fully aware that Sherry was straddling him in a very provocative way.
"You okay?" she asked, her cheeks flushed. Jake nodded, feeling his body react to their proximity. Sherry would be feeling it soon, so he tried to shimmy from under her. Sherry leaned down until her lips were brushing his ear, only this time it didn't tickle. Shivers ran up his spine and he was grateful that she had lifted her hips from his groin.
"We need to talk about that kiss," she purred, her lips brushing his earlobe.
"What kiss?" Jake stammered. "I don't remember any kiss."
"You know, the one that tasted like mint and lemonade."
Sherry sat back, pressing against Jake's erection and delighting in the way his eyes rolled back. Alarms were blaring in Jake's head; he knew they should stop but God, he didn't want to. He sat up, bringing their faces closer together. He stared at her glossy lips, flicking his ice blue eyes to meet hers.
Sherry crushed her lips against Jake's, running her fingers through his hair as she moaned against him. His tongue darted into her mouth, and she tasted him, and traces of the mint lemonade. He bit her lower lip, reaching for the hem of her shirt. They broke their kiss and pulled off two shirts with haste. Jake buried his face between her ample breasts, groaning at how soft and supple they were. He dragged down one of her bra straps, flicking her exposed nipple with his tongue. Sherry's hands were working at his belt and unzipping his jeans.
They both took a moment to rid themselves of their pants, eyeing each other with heat and hunger in their eyes. Sherry laid against the bed and Jake reached for her underwear, breathing in her scent with a satisfied moan. He slid her panties down, the dampness between her legs apparent as he positioned himself on top of her.
"Should we be doing this?" he murmured against her lips, shivering as her hands slid across his chest and down his back.
"Absolutely," Sherry panted, urging him forward with her hands. He slid into her, cursing at the sensation of her tight walls surrounding him. She moaned as he filled her, crying out his name as he teased her g-spot. Her legs hooked around his waist and he thrust into her, making guttural noises of pleasure as she tightened around him.
His back was all hard muscle beneath Sherry's hands, his movements sending her spiraling towards climax. His fingers were massaging her clit as he slid in and out, grasping her breasts in ecstasy.
"Jake," she whimpered, her breath ragged. "I'm so close." He raised up from his elbows and pulled her tightly against him, gyrating his hips and massaging her g-spot until she screamed, and his body shuddered with release as he spilled onto her stomach. Sherry was gasping and moaning, holding onto Jake for dear life as her body shuddered with pleasure. Jake collapsed beside her, kissing her face and shoulder before burying his face into her pillows.
"Oh, my God," Sherry gasped. "That was amazing."
"You're amazing," Jake pulled her into him, and sleep washed over them both.
Jake woke first; his head pounding and his body stiff. He took a minute to get his bearings before glancing down to see Sherry wrapped up in his arms. The previous night flashed before his eyes and he stifled a groan. If Redfield or Kennedy found out about this, they'd probably kill him and no one would ever find his body. He stared at the ceiling before looking down at Sherry, brushing her bangs aside to admire her features.
She was beautiful; angelic, even. Her body was heaven and he couldn't quite believe that they had actually slept together. The memory of how she had moaned his name sent shivers up his spine, and he slipped out of bed before he became too aroused. He used Sherry's private shower, a luxury he did not have in his own cell. He stood under the scalding water until his muscles relaxed and his head felt a bit better.
Jake borrowed Sherry's toothbrush, hoping she wouldn't mind too much. He wrapped a towel around his waist and went out into the room as Sherry was stirring. She was still wearing her bra, one breast poking out enticingly. She rubbed her face, no doubt feeling the effects of the alcohol the same as Jake did. She blinked, and pressed her knuckles against her eyes before spotting Jake by the bathroom.
"Hm?" she groaned, initially confused. "Oh, God, what did we do?" She sat up pressed her palm to her head as Jake came a step closer.
"You regretting something?" he surmised from her body language. She refused to meet his eyes, opting to wrap herself in a sheet instead. "Say something."
"Good morning," Sherry managed, finally meeting his eyes. Where were all the words she wanted to say before they were reunited? The feelings that were so overwhelming she could hardly sleep. She had wanted to pour her heart out to Jake, and now she had the opportunity. "This was a bad idea."
Jake didn't expect it to hurt as much as it did. It was the truth, wasn't it? He had the same thought last night, but he didn't let it stop him. Sherry was a government agent; she was responsible for bringing him in to save the world. She jeopardized her reputation and career by spending the night with him.
"Yeah, probably," Jake agreed. "I'll just go back to my room and we can pretend like this never happened."
He grabbed his clothes from the floor and dressed without modesty. His skin was still damp, but all he wanted was to get out of there before anything else needed to be said. Sherry sat mute on the bed, running her hand over her stomach where he had come. She wanted to say something, that it meant something but all she could think about was the camera that sat above her doorway. Who watched the footage? Was it always recording? Would Chris see it?
Jake slammed the door to Sherry's room, and she was left to fret alone.
