Disclaimer: This chapter contains some srs bsnss. If you're under 18, you might want to sit this one out.
A/N: I don't think I can be thankful enough for all of your kind words and encouragement. I will have to come clean to my husband sooner or later about what I'm doing on here. -_- (I NEED TO WRITE THIS STORY SO I CAN FUNCTION IN REAL LIFE OKAY)
Sherry leaned forward, and in a twist decision, misdirected her head to the left - and landed awkwardly square on Jake's shoulder. His shoulder blade came into direct contact with the bridge of her nose. She shook free from the loose grip he had on her hand, and used the free appendage to ease the pain on her face.
She felt Jake's form stiffen underneath her, and maybe it was an action of relief on his part. To her credit, hey, she almost went through with it. Told ya so. Chicken shit. A for effort. So close yet, so far. Without looking at him, she abruptly stood up, her hands briefly in her hair, then to her side.
"You...should probably get going," Sherry said impatiently, her hands on her hips. Exhausted she, just wanted him out of the room. It would be more of an awkward departure now, even more so with the stunt she just pulled. She would sit alone for a bit. Quickly, or more than likely slowly push him out of her mind for once and for all.
"You need to leave," Sherry blindly gestured towards the door with a shooing motion suitable for an animal.
"Do you really mean that?" Jake said flatly, now with his head down, his hulking upper body resting on his knees. The light hit his shadow in a way that reminded her of the cold ambiance of the Ustanak's chamber.
"Yes," Sherry said through gritted teeth.
"Really. You expect me to believe some government agent who willingly lied under oath to her own people to soundly come clean at the drop of a pin to someone she barely even knows." Jake's singsongy-tone caused Sherry to fee her buttons being pressed - rather forcefully.
"I don't have to explain anything to you," Sherry replied, spinning on her heels in his direction.
"Five minutes ago, that wasn't the case."
"I'm already in enough trouble, Jake, and if you just get the hell out of my sight right now, I might just be able to revive what little dignity I had left."
"So you admit it? You lied to the feds."
"Oh, like you're some sort of beacon of truthful enlightenment."
"At least I know where my allegiances are."
Sherry stepped forward, her arms crossed, shaking her head mockingly at him. "Oh, yeah, the money. How could I forget? I'll make sure the President sends you a cigar that you can go fuck yourself with, along with that check."
"Sherry, it's not just - ugh, god." Jake stopped himself for a moment. He stood up and raised a palm to his pounding left temple - he felt a migraine headache about to crash on his temporal lobes."You really believe it, don't you? That's all I came here for. Just to piss you off before you fly back home and give Uncle Sam a high-five after you de-board the plane while I wallow in this shithole of a third-world country so I can have a supply of freshly cut American bills to freely wipe my own ass?"
"Only to rub it in my face a little longer," Sherry said coldly, arms folded, inching closer, hoping she'd intimidate him and he'd finally give up. "You couldn't even come here sober. What are you so afraid of, anyway?"
"I cannot believe the amount of shit you are so full of right now," Jake said, almost growling, now standing, towering over Sherry's smaller frame. "You could give less fucks in an empty room about me, and believe me, it shows."
"Then why are you really here?" Sherry was at her boiling point, demanding, breathing through her nose heavily. Their faces were both emitting a rather radiant heat, comparable shades of glowing crimson.
Their were bodies now centimetres apart, in defensive stances similar to two dogs about to fight in the wild.
And on that, Jake pulled her towards him and engulfed her in a hungry kiss. Without any hesitation, Sherry's arms compensated by wrapping around his shoulders, her hands running over as much real estate of his body as they possibly could. His lips were surprisingly pliable; he tasted as she had expected, the notes of vodka fading from his breath. Sherry opened her kiss, and he complied with the unspoken command by tenderly embracing her tongue. She cupped his face in her hands, her fingertips running down the deep scar, trailing it from his high cheekbones down to his rigid neck.
Pulling away for a brief moment, Jake rested his forehead on Sherry's, then his kisses began to travel down to the curvature of her neck. She gasped at the sensation and dove her fingertips beneath his thin t-shirt, forcefully lifting the shirt over his head. He helped her tug it off, and he evened the score by wrapping his strong hands around her petite waist, caressing the bare skin before revealing the curvature of her pale, naked breasts. Sherry pressed herself against Jake's bare form, and he lifted her briefly; it caused Sherry to jump upwards and wrap her legs around his torso, his hands supporting her supple ass.
"Bed," Sherry gasped feebly into his ear.
"I'll have you screaming," Jake growled, a bar that he raised high, hopefully for his own benefit.
The two crashed upon the springy mattress with a quick resolve. The clothing, what minuscule pieces that had existed prior were now littered around Sherry's hotel room without any hint of reluctance.
Sherry forced Jake onto his back with an acrobatic roll, and she found herself straddling his hips, her small hands planted on his solid chest. She leaned in and their lips met once more, this kiss a little more well thought-out yet interrupted with intermissions of playful bites and licks. Jake broke the embrace by coyly tugging on the lacy hem of her light blue panties. She obliged by sliding them off while still managing to lay on top of him; after impetuously throwing them behind her, she plopped back down onto his body, only his boxer briefs remaining. Through the thin cotton, Sherry felt the growth of his arousal and proceeded to intensify the scenario by gently rocking her hips against his, which Jake met with an equal resolve.
Grabbing his weathered hands, she guided them toward her breasts. He kneaded them meticulously and took a nipple in his mouth, giving it a satisfying hardness. She squirmed on top of him a moment, this time to remove the boxer briefs that fell off Jake's long legs in astounding ease, revealing the rather impressive shaft of his manhood. Sherry reached for it behind her; it felt like hot marble in her soft hand.
"Are you..." Jake coughed. "On the. You know."
Shit. Always being an advocate for preparation, Sherry had been on the shot prior; she took her last dosage slightly after she left the country for Edonia, and knew that it had a refill date that was well past its prime. The Army doctors, probably after an extensive review of her medical file, had a supply on hand to renew her dosage.
"Had the shot a week ago. Should be in the clear. You don't happen to have any condoms, anyway, do you?" She asked in the darkness, biting her lip.
"I'm not the condom-in-wallet kind of guy," Jake said flatly. "I'm classy, you know."
"Ha, right," Sherry exhaled, and she proceeded to arch her back, and with an aiding thrust on Jake's part, she impaled herself slowly on him. She shuddered a moment, head down as Jake bucked once again beneath her. Her hands on the mercenary's chest, she began to meet his slow thrusts with precise ministrations, working strengths that she used long ago, but not forgotten.
"Shit," Jake said breathlessly as he now felt all of her from the inside. Truthfully, he hadn't been laid in months; sure, there were women around his platoon, some of them professionals, most of them amateurs, and he did not hesitate to partake in occasional dire activities. He was ashamed to admit that in the past, he was not always conscious of the philosophy of mutual gratification, but this time he wanted - no, he needed to show Sherry that he was, in fact, no longer plagued with material self-interest; he was dedicated to, at least now, pleasuring her. He wanted indentations tailed with comet-shaped scars in his back from her fingernails. As the thrusts sped, he bent his knees, giving him a more effortless angle to hit some of her most sensitive areas, and Sherry reacted with a low, slowly escalating moan.
"You good?" He asked from below with a smirk.
"Yeah, I'm great," Sherry breathed from above. Jake could barely make her toothy grin out in the dim light.
"Hold on." He squirmed out from beneath her and pulled her legs towards him as he stood over her on the bed. He slowly re-entered her and began to reestablish his rhythm.
"This OK?" He asked again. Sherry could see his face clearly above her; his harsh brow and angled facial structure were softened in the dim lighting. His eyes were wide for the feedback; steadfast and diligent, like a good student. Ready to take notes, wanting to learn with an insatiable curiosity.
"Try this," Sherry took one of his hands and guided it to the sensitive nub directly over where they met, placing his thumb directly on its core. "That'll do it," she confided. And that it certainly did. Sherry remembers the long night she discovered it a few years back; it gave her a strange pride - and certain closure, to finally give that secret to another human being.
"I'll remember that," Jake said. He flickered his thumb over it, steadily increasing his rhythm. This instantaneously made Sherry twist her fingers in the sheets while biting a nearby pillow, her legs now flailing wildly in the stale air. "God...god...god...god..." she began to quietly moan.
"You've forgotten my name already. Tsk tsk." Jake couldn't help but grin with self-satisfaction at his own cheesy joke. Leaning over her more closely, he picked up harder and faster, and she contributed to the effort by supporting her upper body on her forearms.
"Cum for me, Sherry," he implored earnestly, breathing in her ear. "Please cum for me."
He didn't have to ask her again. She gasped so loudly at first, she thought a few Secret Service agents would discover Jake missing, then knock questioningly at her door for all she knew, probably right as they would barely finish. Controlling the audible sighs coming from her vocal chords, she brought them down just low enough until where it had been time for him to let go himself. He positioned a few last angled thrusts, throwing his head back and then emitting a throaty growl as he finished inside her.
With arms spread in an exhausted haze, Sherry collapsed onto the hard mattress Jake slowly pulled out of her, resting his forehead on hers, breathing raspily, her eyes as wide as his. Sherry recognizes the sudden flash of mixed concern and fascination in Jake's eyes. She remembers being rudely interrupted with the attack on the cabin from earlier; he had shielded her from the initial blast of bullets and glass just as he had her pinned here tonight.
Maybe he remembers too, Sherry thought, still staring up at him.
"It's you," she whispered to him, blinking.
He nodded, the back of his fingers pushing some of the light blonde bangs off her forehead. "It's you."
"I'm sorry, miss, but next flight we have out to Washington D.C. leaves...in six hours," the airline clerk said in her best rehearsed English.
Three of the airport's security checkpoints had broken down, and a slew of travelers were bottlenecked into one station. Sherry ran through the terminals hopelessly, only to see the plane take off from the wide windows. Six hours? Sherry's pulse quickened. I need to have this report presented to the U.N by 1300, and there better be free Wi-Fi on this plane or else I will-
Her smartphone's marimba morning alarm blared cheerfully.
Sherry looked groggily around the room, twisting to her side. The first thing in view being her boarding pass - with a twist to the other side, the next, surprisingly still at her side, a lazy arm draped across her waist was Jake, his sleep completely undisturbed by the alarm's buzz. His mouth was slightly open, snorting intermittently between breaths. There's something endearing about that, Sherry thought.
Namely, he's still here.
Sherry could count her one-nighters on one hand. Most would sheepishly bow out sometime before the sun came up, a few would awkwardly hang around past welcome until otherwise shooed out of her apartment. Jake's hand still on her naked hip, he rubbed her back in his sleep. On her side, she turned away from him, and he unconsciously began to spoon her, his sharp nose poking the crevasse of her neck.
I could get used to this someday, she thought. Flashes of images ran through her head. She imagined some plausible scenarios. Riding in his car after a date at the movies. Holding hands at a park picnic at sunset. With her always was an ambiguous male figure, and she attempted to insert Jake in his place. Her mind worked overtime at the process, but the images were muddy.
Her daydreaming was interrupted by the cast of two large shadows overcasting the bright sunlight. The figures halted at the hotel room door, then followed with an urgent pound.
"Agent Birkin!" A raspy male voice called out. A few staggered knocks followed.
Seriously? This has to be the worst possible time to-
"Agent Birkin, respond. That's an order!"
She reluctantly peeled Jake's arm off her body. Hobbling around the small room, Sherry was just beginning to locate a bra, or at least a simple nightshirt to cover up, when she heard a thundering clamour behind her.
"AGENT BIRKIN!"
Sherry turned her head to see a barrage of armed reserve officers behind the busted wooded door, their weapons drawn, dark barrels all pointed squarely at her. A few jaws dropped, but mostly all were frozen, inferably from shock.
She could do no more than stare back.