written for: #yourdarkestweek BO-fanweek on tumblr
prompt: (No) Rest for the Wicked
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It was way past three o'clock in the morning, when Gin finally stood in front of his apartment. It had been a long day, and an even longer night still. He fished the keys from his pocket.
As usual, and to his great annoyance, he found the front door unlocked. He scowled.
Sherry was so careless sometimes, he knew that at one point it would drive him mad.
He was aware this little beast knew this as well.
Gin entered the apartment silently. From the foyer he could already hear the fast tap-tap-tap noise coming off her keyboard. He didn't have to see her in order to know that she would be absorbed in her work. He admired her devotion.
He stopped in the doorway watching the back of her head. It almost angered him how unaware she was of another person standing in the same room with her. It would be so very easy for anybody to attack her; she wouldn't know what was going on until it was too late.
It wasn't something Gin wanted to think about too often. It was nearly irritating how much her safety occupied his mind. It didn't sit right, but he couldn't help himself.
"You forgot to lock the door. It's dangerous."
He saw how Sherry's shoulders twitched as she startled. It was a tiny motion, invisible if you didn't look for it. She had gotten better at veiling her emotions, but he could still look right through her.
The room fell silent.
"A lock is only of use when it actually does keep the bad guys out." It took Sherry a few seconds to regain her composure. Only then did she turn to look at him. "And yet you always find your way in."
He snorted and took a step into the living room. "This is my place."
She shrugged and made room for him to sit next to her on the couch.
"It's late." Gin eyed the laptop on her knees before he sat.
She sighed theatrically. "You know how it is. No rest for the wicked."
"Unfortunately not." He yawned and took the laptop from her hands to put it on the table in front of them. It was full with papers and calculations he wouldn't even try to understand.
His head claimed the now empty space on her lap. He wouldn't admit it aloud, but he was glad she was there with him. Over the months she'd become a place where he could rest. He enjoyed her more than he'd imagined and he wouldn't let go of her anytime soon.
Sherry brushed some hair out off his face.
"Long day?" It was a question she asked without really caring for an answer. She actually welcomed it that he usually didn't talk about whatever he did at work.
"We needed to get a job done at some amusement park."
"An amusement park?" She laughed. "You're kidding me."
He swore it was true. "In a few hours the park will be all over the news."
Sherry gave him a questioning look.
"You'll see."
Gin felt her leaning back into the couch. Her voice had gotten tired. "Well, I hope you had fun."
Gin watched her starting to nod off. He liked her sleeping face; the way how intimately relaxed her features became or how her hair fell on the pillow. Specifically, on one of his own.
"I bet I'm having a whole lot more fun in bed." He said after a while of silence.
Sherry opened one of her eyes and looked down at him. A little grin lay on her lips. She tried to stay serious. "I thought an old man like you wanted some rest?"
There was challenge in her words, she knew how to play him. But he could play their game as well.
"I might still have enough energy left to satisfy a young thing like you."
She snorted and suddenly sounded very much awake. "Prove it."
Gin stood swiftly, pulling her up with him to throw her over his shoulder.
They went to the bedroom.
There was in fact no rest for the wicked.