Chapter 10:

Tricks & Treats [Eye Candy Part 2]

Jake and I sat across from each other [with Mar beside me] eating and chatting to each other while the kids did the quite the same. They were enjoying their pizza and occasionally gazing out the window at other costume clad individuals, commenting on their attire and comparing to see whose was better - eventually they finished eating and left the table to play with one of the arcade game machines nearby.

I reached over to adjust the napkin I'd tucked along Mar's collar. Luckily he hadn't saturated the thin tissue paper with sauce - I dreaded the idea of that sauce getting on his costume, it would be a headache to remove.

"Are you finished, Mar?" I asked upon noticing his anxiousness to get away from me, he wanted to join the others I assumed.

"I wanna play!" he whined, tugging from me. I wrapped my arms around his little body to prevent him from falling onto the floor, and then planted him gently on the floor allowing him freedom to do as he pleased.

"Remember to stay where we can see you!" I called to all of them.

"So, you ready?" Jake asked me suddenly, he was very much ready to start his plan.

I nodded. "We just need to get some bags for them to put their candy in."

"I'll handle it." he said, standing from his seat. "You just keep an eye on them for sec. I'm gonna go to the store across the street and grab some pumpkin heads for 'em - meanwhile, you just keep them distracted 'til I come back, got it?"

"Right" I confirmed.

I stood up, fixing my thin beige coat [It wasn't long but at least it was longer than my skirt was and reached my mid-thigh] as I watched him exit. The kids were so distracted playing the game that they failed to notice Jake's absence. I approached them all and helped them fix their costumes and jackets. Luckily we had taken care of bathroom breaks a little before the pizza was served to us so I didn't have to concern myself with that problem.

Jake came to the door some time later and waved for us to follow him outside. I scooped Mar into my arms and we left out in a line.

In total, we had six kids to look after: Mar, Avery (8 years old, a fireman), Leila (5 years old, she was Beauty from Beauty and the Beast), Tommy (4 years old, dressed as Sheriff Woody from Toy Story), Ricky (5 years old, he was Luigi), and Beatrice (7 years old, a Pink Power Ranger).

Once the kids piled into the truck, Jake pulled me around towards the trunk and whispered in my ear, "Okay, we're gonna pull up to a block, and then we'll tell 'em."

"Got it." I giggled.

"We don't wanna go back..." Ricky whined, folding his arms and sticking out his bottom lip.

"Yeah, that room is boring." Leila added.

I turned to them, smiling a bit. "I'm sorry, if only we could do something to cheer you up more..."

"I wish we could go trick or treating." Avery voiced. "My parents never let me go. They always say they don't have the time or it's stupid."

I glanced to Jake, his brows were furrowed as he concentrated on the road. "Um, I don't think it's stupid at all - believe it or not, I never went trick or treating myself."

"Really, Nanny Bear?" Mar asked me curiously.

I nodded. "Yep, I never had a chance but like you, I always wanted to. I'm too old for it now though, that's for sure."

"You look so young though," said Beatrice. "You look like you're 15 years old."

I giggled at that. "That young? Wow, I guess I don't age much."

"She looks like a woman to me." Jake said with a smirk, he winked at me and I fought a blush with everything I had.

"Have you ever been trick or treating, Jake?" Leila questioned, blushing. I thought it was cute - she obviously had a little crush on Jake.

"Yep, but I stopped years ago. Don't ask why, it's a bit too crazy for words."

I leaned over to whisper in his ear. "May I ask?"

"I'll tell you later."

Jake slowed the truck once we reached a very lively area with lots of kids running door to door. The houses were big and fancy - though not as fancy as the Wesker home. I glanced at my watch and noted it was 19:28 [7: 28pm], if we spent an hour with the kids gathering candy, I could make it back with plenty of time to spend with Claire and the rest before they left [though I had no clue what time the party was over].

"Where are we?" Mar asked, looking around - the other kids were following his example.

Jake and I met eyes and I beamed at him. "You tell them." I said.

"Nah, this was your idea - remember?" he suggested back to me. I was a bit taken aback by this - it was his idea - he made it all happen, not me.

"Jake, I -"

"What's going on, Nanny Bear?" Mar questioned, he looked a little worried. I sent Jake a puzzled look before he gave a slight nod to the kids, he was giving me the honors.

I sighed and mouthed a 'thank you' to the man who always managed to make me smile. "Mar, I... -" I giggled. "Are you ready to go trick or treating?"

They didn't seem to believe me at first until Jake stepped out of the car and went to the trunk to pull out the plastic pumpkin heads. Once they saw them, the car erupted with cheers.

Jake stayed in the truck watching after us as we approached our first house. The kids were overjoyed and I was doing my best to hold onto shy Leila's hand and Mar's too. Avery volunteered to keep an eye on Beatrice and Tommy since he knew them well - which left wild child Ricky, close by me. We traveled together but Avery was sweet enough to realize that I needed a little help.

If only Jake would get over here and help me!

He was making some business calls apparently - I prayed it didn't involve fighting.

The kids knocked on the front door all at once and when a red headed lady opened the door, they all shouted Trick or Treat to her. She was dressed as a witch and I observed her as she served candy out of her hat. She handed out a lot of candy to them and Mar was ready to eat his instantly but I told him it was best to wait until candy collecting was finished.

We visited two more houses and Jake pulled the truck up further to keep us in his sight. I was delighted to see the kids so happy. They were jumping up and down, racing to get to the other houses. I had to snatch Tommy and Ricky's eager behinds before they raced out into the streets.

As we came up to another house, I noticed a spooky green fog coming from it - it wasn't nearly as scary as the one back home but it was creepy looking. We approached cautiously, all of the kids - including Avery were hiding behind me shivering.

I mean damn, if anything does happen I'm the last one who can help - I'm small and wearing freaking heels! ...I guess I could beat someone with them but I don't know, it's risky.

I tapped lightly on the door after Mar and Beatrice released my right arm. The door creaked open and we saw no one at first, until a tall dark and scary figure appeared and before he could say anything, I snatched Mar into my arms, took Leila's hand and bolted away following the other kids - we were like wolves with our tails between our legs.

I heard Jake laughing at us and I gave him the finger - Beatrice scolded me for it. Flipping people the bird is wrong - she said, I nodded to her, because she was right - but Jake's a jerk, she just doesn't know that about him yet.

"You run pretty well in heels, Super girl!" he taunted loudly out the window at me. I wanted to run back to the truck and kick him.

"Oh shut it!" I retorted, red faced as I reunited with the rest of the kids.

We crossed the street to visit another house, there was a sweet old lady inside who gave the kids lots of chocolates. When we neared the end of the block, the kid's baskets were nearly full.

Jake pulled up beside us and waved for us to get in. After buckling all of them in their seats, I got in the passenger seat and sighed, relieved to a break. Jake drove around the corner and I noticed that this block had very few kids but that could be a benefit with my feet killing me the way they were.

"I got it this time." Jake told me, patting my thigh lightly where my bare skin was revealed.

"Okay, thanks." I cooed softly.

His hand lingered on me for a moment - I could see him struggling to pull away as he stared intently at my thighs and I felt a spark between my legs. His hand twitched suddenly, his fingers started to curl and grasp my thigh gently - I knew he was holding back. I shifted awkwardly and let out a quiet sigh as his hand slowly retracted, clenching into a fist - I noticed him trembling a bit before he stepped out of the driver's seat to unfasten Mar and Tommy from their car seats, and then let the other kids out.

Jake just stood back and watched as they ran up on the porches and knocked on doors. I wondered why and got my answer when some lady waved to him and gestured for him to come closer - he ignored her. I giggled a bit when it happened a few more times. Jake was quite the looker - that Phantom of the Opera look was the icing on the cake for him.

He was such a turn on.

I blushed thinking of him that way, biting my lip - I remembered his hand on my thigh - his hand ghosting over the curves of my leg when we were in the bathroom - and even the comfort I felt while sitting on his lap, the slight movement I felt when I wiggled myself on him. The connection I felt with him was beyond my comprehension.

He said he wanted to get closer, he wanted me closer to him. He wanted to touch me.

I imagined he liked my skin. I was sure that was what he was so fond of. It all started when he touched my tummy the night of the underground fight weeks ago, followed by him holding me when I was naked. He always held my face because that was usually the most skin I revealed on average - but my legs seemed to fascinate him the most for some reason.

He must be a legs loving guy.

I noticed his cell was vibrating and the call came from Mr. Wesker on the caller I.D - though I was only able to tell because of the picture, but his name in the phone was "Matrix - Reject". I held back a laugh.

With his phone in my hand, I was about to jump out the truck when the kids came back. I stepped out anyway, going to Mar to help him into his seat but not before asking for answers.

"What's going on, where's Jake?"

"He told us to wait in the truck." Avery answered simply. "He went to go talk to some guys and told us he'll be back in a minute."

I sighed. Jake, you and your distractions! You can't even watch the kids so they could trick or treat for five minutes!

"Well alright you guys, I'll be right back - I've got to take Jake his phone." I strapped Mar in his seat and then Tommy. "You're free to eat some of your candy until we get back okay?"

When they confirmed understanding, I kissed Mar's cheek and closed the door. Jake was nearby, I could hear him talking so I wasn't too worried about the kids in the truck for a few minutes max.

I followed the voices and circled around a tall fenced yard. I saw Jake talking with a group of three men, they looked like rough punks out looking for trouble. Jake was quiet now while the other guys teased him about his costume no doubt.

They were obviously jealous because he looked so sexy to all the ladies - mostly to me.

"Jake?" I started cautiously, approaching slowly.

He whirled around to me and his eyes darkened for a bit. "What are you doing?" he snapped.

I grimaced. "Um, your father called, I was bringing your phone -"

"Damn!" one of the guys whistled, eyeing me intently. He had a piercing over his left brow and wore a cap backwards. "Who's this sexy piece of ass?"

I frowned, uncomfortable and ready to tell him to back off, Jake beat me to the punch. "Back off asshole - or I'll kick your ass." he growled, shoving me behind his back.

I clung to him, trying to calm him down - I didn't want him fighting. "Jake, please calm down." I soothed him by rubbing his back a bit. I noticed the tension in his shoulders starting to loosen.

"Hey, easy there Jay - I didn't know she was yours!" the guy tried to appeal to him, waving his arms helplessly. I noted he referred to him by his alias instead of his real name - they were familiar with Jake's underground antics.

"She came to me, didn't she? Think before you speak dumbass." Jake retorted coldly.

"Jake..." I whispered. "We've got to get back to the kids."

"Alright, Jay - take it easy." said another, he was sporting a mohawk. I noticed he had a can of some sort of spray in his hand. He was probably planning to do some graffiti. "So, are you gonna do some more fights any time soon? The place ain't much fun or excitin' unless you show up - oh yeah, and all the ladies been askin' about you."

I frowned, what was with everyone assuming Jake was some sort of womanizer? He didn't flirt with anyone [except me] so what was with them?

"Entertaining folks ain't my motivation. I fight when I feel like it or if I'm pissed off." he shrugged. "I'm pretty chill right now - but you better tell shit-face here to stop staring at my girl or we will have a problem."

His girl! I swooned with a blush on my face. Did Jake just call me his girlfriend?!

The mohawk guy just laughed casually. "No sweat, Jay - but think about it would ya? We could always toss some cash in the match just like the old times!"

The old times? I sent Jake a skeptical look from behind him. Did he fight for money at some point? "Jake, please don't feed into this - you promised you would make a change." I whispered to him, my voice was firm - he promised me he would cut the crap, he better not agree to this shit!

"Whatever, I'm busy right now - you guys get lost, you know the cops are hot on Halloween." he said flatly. I wasn't sure if he was ignoring me but he wasn't answering the guy's question. He stuffed his hands in his pocket and turned from the three men, pushing me gently in front of him for us to depart.

"Yeah - thanks for the heads up!" I heard one say before we curved around a corner and made our way back to the truck.

As we neared the truck, I handed Jake his phone and studied him briefly before speaking up. "Jake, who were they -?"

"We'll talk later." he cut me off sharply - his eyes locked on his phone, I assumed he was reading a text by the way his eyes danced over his screen.

With a shrug, I waited for him to open the door for me and I slid inside onto the seat. Jake hopped into the driver's seat, shot a look over his shoulder at the kids still tearing apart their candy and after shaking his head at them - he started the truck and we started away.

"I wanna take the kids somewhere a bit safer." he said to me with a slight shrug of his shoulders. "You alright with that?"

"It's not a problem for me at all." I replied, staring out the window. I was sure those guys were bad news - it was a relief to know Jake was leading us away from them.

From that point on, Jake and I led the kids house to house together. He mentioned something about him making sure no one tried to hit on me being his reason. It would have been cute if I believed him - I was sure he was doing it because he was being possessive.

He was really good at making sure the kids were orderly and didn't get hurt. Little Leila tried to keep up with Beatrice by running alongside her. As she was about to trip over something, Jake flashed past me and gripped her by the back of her dress, pulling her to a stand before her face met the concrete. His speed was incredible as always - just like when he saved Mar and me from the book case.

Hell, he probably should have dressed as Superman for the night - but I liked his current costume much better.

Leila was elated by his act of heroism, I think her crush on him increased tenfold - Jake remained completely oblivious to this, he just thought she liked holding his hand because he was a big guy, but I thought the reason was obvious.

We made our way home some time afterwards. The kids were all fast asleep when we neared the house. They'd worn themselves out having so much fun.

Meanwhile, Jake and I were awkwardly quiet with each other. Honestly, my reason was because I was so nervous about the evening we were supposed to spend together. I'd never been really close with anyone, this was going to be my first time. Jake had promised he would take things slow with me and I was sure he would, but I couldn't shake away my nerves.

Maybe when we got back to the party - I'd have my first ever drink since I was in the midst of first timing everything tonight.

Yeah, maybe that will ease my nerves a bit.

When we got back to the house, Mr. Wesker was standing outside waiting for us, accompanied by a few sets of parents. Jake and I looked to each other - I had a sinking feeling in my gut that this wasn't a good sign. He pulled up to a stop and we climbed out the truck to met the parents.

"Where did you take our children?!" one woman shouted at me, she was dressed as a German bartender and had hideously styled her hair.

I waved my hands in front of me. "Hey, calm down - they're fine, we just took them -"

"Did you try and kidnap them?" she pressed angrily, stepping into my face.

I backed away slowly, glancing at Jake and Mr. Wesker. Jake was glaring darkly to the woman, Mr. Wesker had his hands tucked behind his back - he looked calm. "No - no we did not try and kidnap them! We just took them -"

"If we kidnapped them, why would we bring them back without requesting a ransom?" Jake snarled shooting hard stares at all the parents. He rolled his eyes and scoffed at them. "Doesn't make any sense, fucking idiots." the last part he mumbled.

"Albert," the enraged mother started. "Is this your son?"

Mr. Wesker nodded with a smirk. "Yes, quite a character, isn't he?"

"I can't believe these two just took our children away without alerting us! Who knows what crazy stunts they could have pulled!" shouted another woman. She was not so much angry as the other mother but she looked worried.

"Let's calm down now, shall we?" Mr. Wesker started, as he held up his hands. "Miss Birkin and Jake had their reasons - they would be wise to state them now." that last line gave me shivers.

"Um, well - the kids were depressed sitting upstairs in the room for so long - they wanted to get out and get some air so Jake and I decided to take them trick or treating - after we treated them to some pizza so they wouldn't get stomach aches from candy overload." I giggled the last part but slowly quieted when I noticed the parents weren't laughing with me.

"You took our children away for something as stupid and childish as trick or treating?! If we wanted them to do something so disgraceful we would have taken them ourselves!" a man roared.

"Exactly!" added another woman. "They were perfectly fine upstairs -"

"Yeah, upstairs where you kept them locked up so they can't see the outside world." Jake mocked. "Yeah, that's good parenting right?"

"Yes - yes it is!"

My hands were shaking - I felt anger boiling inside me. Shut up.

"It's the right thing to do if you want your children to grow up intelligent and successful - to carry on the family's legacy." said the German bartender lady.

Shut the hell up.

I don't know how I picked up the nerve, but I couldn't bear to hear the nonsense any longer. "Is that what you tell yourself about your children - or is it a fact?" I challenged shakily.

She looked taken aback by my statement. I continued bitterly, "I suppose it's easy to lock your children away in a room so they can succeed and carry the family's legacy - but have you forgotten that they're human beings?" I stepped forward and trembled as I stared them all head on. "While you're having the time of your lives partying - they're locked away in a small room, staring out the window at other children living and enjoying themselves - wondering, did I do something wrong? Why can't I do what the other kids do? Is there something wrong with me?"

They were quiet, looking around at each other with a mix of what looked like outrage at my words as well as consideration.

"You're raising your kids to be machines and the saddest part is that while they're young, they'll do whatever it takes to please you - just to see you smile at them, to feel like they're loved... Have any of you even held your child today?" my voice was quiet, but I knew all of them could hear me.

They stood there, dumbfounded. None could raise their hand.

"Of course," I sighed disgusted. "What are they - just projects for you? Don't you care about their happiness, their feelings - their childhood? You say trick or treating is disgraceful - how? It's that one time of the year where kids get rewarded for being kids. They get candy and get to dress up - it's something they enjoy, and you want to take that away from them - why? Because they would be like other kids - is that why?"

I was trembling badly - I wanted to scream at them and kick their asses. I felt Jake put his hands on my shoulders and I choked my bitter tears. "I just hope you realize the damage you're bringing to their future."

There was absolute silence now. I whirled around to Jake, he had a smirk on his handsome face as he winked at me. "Way to go, Super girl." he whispered. I blushed and whispered a thank you back to him.

"Well, well -" Mr. Wesker started, almost as if he were amused. "I'm sure you all can see why I have no qualms in trusting Miss Birkin and Jake with my youngest son." Jake and I looked at each other in shock. Did he just compliment us?! "I assume you will be taking your children home now, yes?"

"Erm, yes - we will." said one of the father's, the bartender lady tried to protest, insisting my words were wrong but he cut her off. "It's their bedtime, we should go."

She frowned and sent me a glare. "Fine! Where's my son?"

"Which one, mad cow?" Jake insulted her and I stifled back a giggle.

"Thomas." she grumbled, crossing her arms across her chest.

I blinked. "You mean Tommy?" I eyed her weirdly.

"His name is Thomas."

"Sure," Jake cooed sarcastically. "Whatever floats your boat lady." he sneered evilly to her. "I think Tommy's better."

I smirked at her before I followed behind Jake to open the truck doors. All the kids were still buckled in, fast asleep. I couldn't help but smile at them, they looked adorable. I hated to wake them but was choice less. I tickled Tommy's stomach and he laughed himself awake, and then helped him from his seat to carry him to his 'seething with anger' mother.

Jake helped the rest of the kids out and carried the newly awakened Mar in one arm as he came up beside me. The kids were happy to see their parents, showing them all the candy they got and offering to give them some. All the parents actually showed some joy, except Tommy's mother but eventually she picked him up and cracked a small smile.

It was a heartwarming sight.

"Thanks Jake, Nanny Bear." Mar said quietly.

"Anytime, little guy." Jake said, straightening the child's hat - it kept poking him in the face.

I grinned. "No problem, Mar - but now I need a little favor from you."

"What is it, Bear?" Jake sent me a curious look and I giggled before whispering in Mar's ear. He beamed after I pulled away. "I'd love to!"

Mrs. Stephanie sat on her bed watching some Russian talk show when I cracked her bedroom door open. She looked at me with wide eyes and smiled at me. I walked inside hugged her – she had no idea what I was planning.

I noticed Rebecca was with her now. She was quite a sight to see – I nearly fainted at the sight of her. She was Catwoman. I never saw that coming.

Rebecca's fiancé was there with her. All this time I assumed she was married and she told me she was, when in reality – she was just engaged [apparently she was so anxious to get his last name and be his wife she couldn't help herself]. His name was Billy Coen and he was kind enough to dress as Batman to go along with her as Catwoman.

They made quite a couple – she was so tiny and he was just huge.

After the introductions, I signaled to the doorway for Jake to come in. When he entered, he held Mar in his arms. Mrs. Stephanie was completely taken aback and I saw tears in her eyes – happy tears of course. Jake let Mar out of his arms and allowed the little guy to race over, climb onto the bed and hug his mother for the first time in months.

We all stood there and watched Mrs. Stephanie smiling and laughing as she embraced the little genius – it was endearing to see. Mar presented his pumpkin head full of candy to her and offered her as much chocolate she would enjoy.

She showered him with kisses in response.

The party seemed endless. It was nearing zero hour and it seemed like all the party guests were drunk off their feet. When Jake and I returned to Claire and the rest, music echoed through the house and people were dancing to it in every room. There was a D.J set up in the library [I hadn't noticed that before we left] and he played a range of different types of music.

We met everyone in the living room area, Leon was drunk and flirting indignantly with a less than amused Ada, Claire was dancing with Helena - suggestively I might add, and Piers was shyly offering the two his attention, he whistled every time they did something he liked.

I skipped over to join Claire and Helena. The three of us grinded against each other, we just danced for as long as we could. I noticed Jake had joined Piers in admiring us, but he looked more jealous than anything else. His possessiveness was cute.

We stopped dancing for a moment, carrying on a conversation with each other about various topics until Claire skipped her way over to Ada and Leon. Helena and I laughed as she wrapped her arms around Ada's waist, invoking a jealous reaction out of Leon.

I turned to Helena then, I had a few questions for her. "Helena, do you still fight?"

She shook her head at me. "I only go to the fights if Jake does." she answered flatly. "We're partners kind of. Whenever he wants to fight, I'm there and whenever I wanna fight, he's there."

I felt a bit jealous but fought against it. "So you two haven't fought in a while?"

"Well I went there a week after you were there. Won a fight and then left with Pudding over there." she thumbed Piers over her shoulder. "I don't know about Jake though, you'd have to ask him if he's been there - I haven't fought since, Piers won't let me fight anymore."

I gave her a small smile. "You're one hell of a fighter, but I hate the idea of you getting hurt - maybe that's why Piers is making you stop too?"

She shrugged. "That's one of them, but you two are being overbearing - Jake and I have been doing this for years. Nothing's ever happened. Those guys we beat up are thugs, punks even - they don't have the guts to try anything stupid."

I sighed, fidgeting with my fingers. "I'm sorry, I'm not trying to nag you - I just -"

"Yeah, I know, you care." she nodded with a huff. "Listen, you think you could just cut Jake a break already? The guy's working hard for you and you're being difficult."

"Pardon?"

"Jake likes you, Sher. Show him some love already. He's not the type of flock to girls for no reason - you're really something to him."

I was shocked by her words to me, but I understood every word. Getting her approval felt pretty good. She was a close friend of Jake's for a while I assumed [her statement of the two of them fighting together for years], and it meant a lot to know she didn't mind me with Jake. I wanted to assure her I would do my best for him.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and put my head on her shoulder. I liked Helena a lot, she was tough and scared me a little but I liked her hot and cold personality. Seeing her care for Jake's emotional wellbeing was heartwarming for me – usually she seemed so indifferent to the people around her, just knowing she had moments where she could show her heart meant a lot to me.

I squeaked when she snatched me up and licked my cheek. I was laughing because she was tickling me at the same time, eventually forcing me to the floor as she continued her assault. I truly didn't see it coming - she really was like Sheva said - a girl who keeps people guessing.

Piers pulled her away from me, his face overcome with blush. "H-Helena!" he cried out, with a laugh. "You can't just molest her like that!"

When he stood her on the floor firmly, I saw a flash and noticed Jake had tackled her down again and began wrestling with her on the floor. I was shocked, everyone else was laughing as the two tumbled and struggled against each other. They looked like siblings and it was incredible that Helena could keep up with him.

He trapped her in a headlock and rubbed his fist into her hair - she looked wild and crazy when he was done with her chocolate locks of hair. He released her and she stood slowly, turning to him with a blank glare that masked her seething anger. He was smug as he looked down to her, almost daring her to challenge him. She swung at him and he ducked, grabbing Piers and holding him up in front of him. Eventually her anger to Jake was misplaced onto Piers as he dodged her attacks, overpowering her at some point – he pinned her against the kitchen's island.

Jake went over towards Leon and the two were laughing at Piers predicament, until he managed to kiss Helena - then they snorted and shook their heads.

I laughed briefly, and then became aware of Claire approaching me with a sneaky grin on her pretty face. Before I could ask any questions, Claire ushered me over to Jake, I fought against her weakly but she snickered mischievously and didn't stop.

"Claire!" I shrieked, embarrassed.

"Oh hush, Sher – go get your man – or boss, whoever he is to you!" she laughed.

I considered her. If I was going to get closer to him, I needed to pick up some nerve soon. I felt like I wanted nothing more than to dance with him, wrap my arms around his neck and rub my fingers in his short red hair. I wanted to trail my fingers down his scar and kiss it – tell him I liked him – tell him how my heart would race whenever he was near me.

I wouldn't mind wrestling with him either…

I liked him so much. It felt strange, how I longed for him so sincerely.

What is this feeling?

Claire stopped me in front of him. He studied me, his eyes were unreadable. I felt my heart heavy in my chest, my breath catch, my body heating up. I wanted to speak but I couldn't. A million thoughts were racing through my mind as I leered at Jake.

Why am I so afraid of him suddenly? What's wrong with me? What should I do? What should I say? Why is he making me feel like this?

"You alright, Super girl?" he asked me softly, encasing my face in his hands. "You look a little pale."

"Y-Yea, I'm fine um, I just need to sit down, and I'm feeling a little woozy." I murmured and then giggled awkwardly. "Excuse me..." I whirled away from the group to have a seat on the couch nearby.

Claire followed behind me, I observed her from the corner of my eye as she asked Jake and everyone else to let her handle me. She breezed over and sat beside me with sigh.

"Made you a little weak-kneed, didn't he?"

I gasped, giving her a surprised look. "How did you -"

She giggled. "Been there, done that. I recognized the look of sheer longing and nerves in a heartbeat."

I smiled a bit and played with the end of my skirt. "I just... I like him a lot, Claire. I have no idea why - but when I'm with him, I feel happy. I haven't known him too long, yet I like him more than I can understand."

She sighed softly and pulled me into her arms for a hug. "Listen Sher," she started into my hair. "I need you to be honest with me. How do you feel when he holds your hand?"

"I feel content, like I have someone with me and I don't have to fight alone all the time. I feel at ease." I spoke honestly.

"What about when he looks at you?"

"I don't know..." she rubbed my back and assured me to think hard about it. I sighed. "I feel curious. I wonder what he's thinking - if he thinks I'm beautiful, if he thinks I'm strange. I just feel curious."

"Okay, so - how do you feel when he smiles at you?"

I smiled then. "I feel like I'm on cloud nine. His smile is just so comforting, it makes me happy - very happy."

"Okay, last question - how do you feel when he touches you?"

I paused, unintentionally but I did. It was hard to find an answer to that. "Do you mean, when he's close to me or when he puts his hands on me?"

"Tell me about both."

I inhaled slowly, trying to find words. "When he's near me, I feel drawn to him. I want him to hold me close, to touch me... to... I don't know."

"What do you feel when he touches you?"

"I feel... nervous. I'm not really used to being touched. I don't get though - I don't really mind other people touching me, but when Jake wraps his arms around me, I feel..."

"Safe?" I nodded to her slowly. "And let me guess, it scares you." I nodded once again. "You tell me a lot about Jake, Sher. You always talk about how he's there when you need him, how he makes you happy, he makes you blush - he even turns you on." she snickered as I turned red in the face.

"I think I know what you want from him, Sherry. You want to feel secure. That's why you like to be around him so much and that's also why you want him to stop fighting. You want to feel safe with him but you're afraid to and that's why you're so awkward with being close to him. You just want to be sure he's going to do right by you - and there's absolutely nothing wrong with that, but I will say this... I think Jake wants to show you he can."

I was shivering, her words always struck home. She and Leon were really good at understanding my troubles. "How do you know that?" I asked her quietly, staring out the back windows at nothing in particular.

"Because everything you've ever told me about him has proven that to me." she started fixing my hair up. "Plus, Jake hasn't been to a fight since you were there."

"Really?" I asked, wide eyed.

She nodded with a smile. "Steve tried to get him to come but he said he wasn't interested. Steve told me Jake used to jump with the snap of a finger for a fight - anything to ease his boredom. But now, he says he's got something else on his mind - I'm sure he meant you, Sherry."

I blushed again, a giggle suddenly escaped me. "I never thought I could feel this way, Claire..."

"I know Sher, but you've got to give him a chance to prove you're safe with him. He's not like your parents Sherry, he won't lock you away and I bet everything he would never leave you. You have to work with him, Sher - put forth some effort to get closer to him - trust him when he holds you and touches you, just know that he won't hurt you and he will do everything in his power to make you happy. If it helps, ask him to tell you that himself." she tittered. "If he does, you're one hell of a lucky girl because he's the whole package!"

I laughed with her before hugging her again. "Thanks Claire, thank you so much."

"No problem! Oh, by the way... has he kissed you yet?"

I flushed. "He's kissed my forehead but that's about it."

"By God, he's a gentleman..." she gasped and then pulled me by the arm so she could whisper into my ear. "He won't do it until you're ready – that's so cute! Okay, if he tells you that - you've struck gold."

I giggled. "I'll be sure to keep that in mind."

After our little conversation, we went and rejoined the rest. Claire was kind enough to lie for me, we both told everyone I wanted to rest because my feet were killing me again. While it wasn't a complete lie [my feet were quite numb], I felt a little guilty for it.

I went up to Jake and took a deep breath before wrapping my arms around his waist and burying my face into his chest. I couldn't bear to look at him at the moment. My face felt hot and I waited patiently for him to return the gesture. After a few rapid beats from my heart, I felt him slowly embrace me. His chin rested on top of my head for a moment then I felt his warm breath against my ear. I felt tingly again as he spoke to me.

"Thanks, sweet girl."

It was 1:00 [1:00 am] when everyone finally decided to make their leave. Claire was riding back in a cab with Ada and Leon, she planned to crash with them at their hotel room until the morning. I offered to make guest rooms for Piers and Helena but they declined, implying Helena's need to get home to be with her sister - Piers would be staying with her overnight [luckily Piers' was sober enough to drive home].

By 1:30, the entire house was empty. Jake and I looked around at the messy house. There were spilled beverages, food, and anything else littered all over the manor. I dreaded the day to come tomorrow - but I was pleasantly surprised when Mr. Wesker told me I had the day off. I wondered who would clean the mess, but he informed me he had hired a professional cleaning company to come by in the morning around 10.

Jake and I were disturbed again when he told us we'd done an acceptable job for the day.

Two compliments in a day - I wasn't sure whether to be scared or appreciative.

"Quite a party, yes?" I almost jumped out of my skin yet again by the sound of Ms. Excella's voice. She was right behind me, I could have sworn she left with the other guests.

"Evil chick." Jake grumbled at her, noting her presence.

She sent him a smug look. "Jake, did you have a good time with Mistress Sherry here?" she wrapped her arms around me once again - I was helpless to stop her, mostly due to uncertainty.

I saw Jake blush a bit as he turned away from us. "Shut up."

She laughed a bit and her seductive gaze drifted to Mr. Wesker. "It's been fun Albert, but it's late. Are you still going to drive me home?" she purred.

"Of course, Excella - a busy woman like yourself can't afford to be kept out for too long." Mr. Wesker replied, turning away towards the front closet. "I'll escort you home now if you would like?"

She did an odd movement of her lips before answering him. "Sure, but may I have a moment with Miss Sherry before I depart?"

Why does she want to speak with me?

"No." Jake snapped at her.

"Now, now, Jake - there's nothing wrong with Excella speaking with Miss Birkin. Let them chat." Mr. Wesker put a hand on Jake's back and led him from the room - into the kitchen.

I was surprised Jake went so willingly.

"Mistress, I have but a few things to speak with you about." Ms. Excella started, she released me to begin circling me while she spoke. "First, how did Albert junior like the outfit?"

I blushed as I answered her. "Um, I think he liked it, may I ask why?"

She sighed. "Oh sweet Sherry, there was once a time when I was the apple of Albert's eyes." she spoke almost reminiscing. "But that was a long time ago. You see, the men of the Wesker bloodline are a loyal league of men. Despite their handsome good looks, they migrate towards a single woman in hopes she can provide them with something to fill the void in their existence."

"What... are you talking about, Ms. Excella?"

She chuckled, it was a weary one. "No matter what I do - I can't get Albert back. She took his heart - and now she's too weak to even do for him. It's despicable - I'm ashamed to think I even lost to a weak hearted woman like herself."

Is she talking about Mrs. Stephanie? I frowned. "Ma'am, you cannot say such nasty things about the lady of this manor."

She smirked at me, her brows raised. "Look at you, so gentle, so sweet – loyal to the family and so full of willpower. Thank goodness, you're nothing like her. You've got spunk – there's a spark in you that won't let you crumble at the sight of danger. No, you're a fighter, I see that in you."

"What?" I was utterly lost.

"Sherry, take him while he wants you." she encased my face in her hands as her lovely eyes met mine. "Steal his heart, Sherry - make him yours."

"Are you talking about Jake? Ma'am, I –"

"I cannot stand the idea of the Wesker men being forced to live their lives with weak women, they deserve women like us. Women who won't let them trample all over us while we hide away afraid of them. It would do more than make me happy to… see you with Jake." she finished, a stern expression was fixed on her face.

I didn't know what to say. I just stood there, giving a bad impression of a fish to her. She smirked again and her hands traveled down my body as she groped and fondled me again. I protested against it but she pulled me against her, forcing me to look her in the eye.

"I'm just giving you an extra push for Jake - it can't hurt, can it?"

I was speechless again and her touches ceased altogether after a short while. I backed against the double doors that led to the formal dining room, panting as I tried to compose myself. I was confused, frustrated and tired - I didn't feel like this woman feeling me up all over again.

Jake emerged then and cleared his throat awkwardly. "My dad's out back waiting for you, evil chick."

She stared at me for a moment and winked before strutting away, breezing past Jake as she started for the back doors. "Remember what I said, Mistress." was all I heard from her.

I was completely shaken up. Jake approached me slowly, a look of concern on his handsome half-face. After I sent him a small smile, he slowly extended his arm to me, offering his hand for me to take. I took it and allowed him to draw me closer, he wrapped an arm around me as we made for the basement.

It wasn't as filthy in the basement as it was upstairs. I removed my heels slowly as I let my swollen, sore feet touch the cool wood floor behind the bar. I leaned against the counter and watched quietly as Jake shuffled through the cabinets to find something. He'd removed his mask and laid it on the counter while he shuffled through the cabinets and refrigerator. There wasn't much left after everyone's drinking binges. Luckily, they all had rides to get home so there wouldn't be any drunk driving.

I saw Jake observing the door behind the counter, it was right in the middle of the floor.

"What's down there?" I asked curious as I touched around it with my foot. I hated the idea of falling down into some trap or something.

"The wine cellar." he answered me. "It's huge with tons more than just this." he gestured to the cabinets.

"Were you going down there?" I tried to imagine what it might look like.

"Nah, no need – I'm just trying to see what's missing…" he took a short look at me before pulling a couple cocktail glasses from the cupboard nearby. "Wanna taste?" he held up a bottle of champagne in front of me.

I fidgeted a little. "I've never drank any alcohol before." I admitted meekly.

He smiled a bit. "I don't think it's gonna bother you at all."

"How are you so sure?" I pressed, eyeing the bottle like it was to be the death of me.

He shifted a little, unable to answer me. "I'd hate to bring that up now…" he ran a hand through his short hair. "How about I just make you a Shirley Temple – sound good?"

I smiled and nodded eagerly – Shirley Temple was a non-alcoholic drink that kids could drink, it was quite tasty. I drank a few at Claire's – sure, it was a summer drink but I didn't care much. "As long as you promise you won't let me do anything I'm going to regret, I don't mind." I joked, teasing him a bit – we both knew it wasn't alcoholic, but it was fun to just bother him a bit.

I watched him prepare the drinks, swapping my champagne glass for a taller one and I watched curiously as he put a strawberry in his champagne. It looked quite tasty with the added fruit. I accepted my drink from him and played with the straw in my cup while I watched him consume most of his.

"What's wrong?" he asked with a raised brow. I shook my head and started to drink mine.

"May I taste it?" I wondered shyly nodding towards his glass. He smiled simper, holding his glass out for me. I sat my cup down and took it. After an awkward intake of breath, I sipped a little – it tasted pretty good. I couldn't taste anything in particular but it was sweet and bitter at the same time.

"You like it?" he took the glass from me and finished it off.

I nodded breathlessly – I was kind of expecting to just get piss drunk off a sip. It was silly but I really wasn't sure what would happen. "Tasty." I whispered going back to my drink – I didn't really want it anymore, I wanted more champagne but I finished it anyway. I ate the little cherry in my cup and watched him eat his strawberry.

I wanted to kiss him – taste the strawberry on his lips while he held me. My cheeks reddened and I leaned back against the counter, sighing softly to compose myself.

Jake studied me for a moment. "You're tired, aren't ya?"

"N-No, I'm just -"

"It's okay, Super girl - you've had quite a day from hell. I'm not gonna be mad if you admit you're tired." he told me. He held the bottle of champagne in his hands, no doubt about to put it away in the fridge. He sat it gently on the counter and held his arms open at his waist. "C'mere."

I slowly pushed my body over to him and sighed blissfully when my tired body rested against his. I didn't want to ruin my promise to him, I upheld the ones to Mrs. Stephanie and Mar, and I didn't want to mess up the one I made with him. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have completed the other two. I felt indebted to him for his kindness.

"Mind if I take my gloves off?" he asked me and I cracked a smile. That was a very odd question. I shook my head, giving him my consent.

He removed them and when his warm fingers made contact with my skin, I felt a jolt go through me and I whimpered as it did. "Come on, baby girl, let me get you to bed." he spoke so soft, husky and smooth.

I blushed at his manner of addressing me, it sounded so sensual coming from his lips. "Jake, I want to stay up with you - I promised I would." I pleaded. He gripped my forearms gently. "Jake please -"

"Shh, come on." he gestured me towards the hallway.

I blinked at him, confused. "Jake, my bed is upstairs - "

"Yeah, I know, but I… was hoping you wouldn't mind sleeping with me tonight?"

I felt hot in the face. "…If that would please you, I don't mind." I cooed, running my hands along his chest. I felt a need for him. I felt shy but eager to lie beside him for the night.

"It would do more than please me, naughty girl." a sly grin crept onto his face – he chuckled softly and took my hand in his, his eyes were smoky and enticed me before he curved around the corner to make for the hall.

I followed behind him as he led me down the hallway to the first room on our right. I could make out a glass door at the far end of the hall, it was the gym room - now I knew where Jake worked out all the time. He pulled a key from his pocket and opened the door - he offered me to enter first and the followed behind me, closing and locking the door behind us.

"Why did you lock the door?" I asked, curiously. He looked offended. "I don't mean it that way Jake - I mean, I'm just curious..."

It was odd of me to trust him enough that I wasn't afraid of him locking a door behind us. I had no idea why I just felt so safe with him.

Should I feel scared? Is it wrong of me to feel safe?

He considered me for a moment and finally answered. "It's been a habit of mine since I was younger - does it bother you?"

I thought for a brief moment, and then found words. "No, it doesn't bother me at all." I smiled at him and he returned it.

It was then that I observed the room. We were in another bathroom with a bathtub, toilet and it had oriental decor. I observed the tub more closely, it was wooden and round, and beside it were a few steps for easy entrance and exit. Candles aligned in each corner and a box of flower petals sat nearby. As the realization hit me, I was amazed - it was a Jacuzzi!

"You have a Jacuzzi in here?!" I beamed, running up to it with my eyes shining.

"This one's small but there's another one that's much bigger – it's out by the bar." he replied walking up behind me. I could feel his eyes on me.

"By the bar?" I whirled around to him. "Wow, this house never ceases to amaze me." I breathed.

He chuckled. "I guess there's a lot you haven't seen, I'll be sure to show you tomorrow." he gestured me towards a sliding door nearby. It was decorated with an Asian dragon.

I approached it and slid it open, revealing a large master bedroom. The room would be absolutely dark if it weren't for the bathroom light peeking through the paper door. There was a large king sized bed in the far back of the room - it was covered in red and gold silk satin bedding. Candles sat unlit on the nightstand beside the bed, I saw scented candles and incense on another little table on the opposite side of the nightstand.

A closet was close to the door, nearby it was a dresser and chest. A coffee table centered in the room and there was a pile of pillows in front of a small unlit fireplace nearby. There weren't any windows – understandable since we were essentially underground. There wasn't a TV in there either, but there were a few bottles of champagne and vodka on top of a small refrigerator right beside the entrance.

This room was beautiful.

I looked at Jake almost dreamily. I was at a loss for words. He smirked at me and encased my face. "Do you like it?"

"Yes..." I whispered.

He exhaled softly. "I originally planned for us to enjoy the Jacuzzi together, but since you're tired, the bed should be fine - unless you want to…?"

I really wanted to but before I could speak, a yawn escaped me. He chuckled at me. "I guess it can wait until morning." his said as his thumbs caressed my cheeks.

"Jake... I need to get some pajamas." I muttered to him. I hated that I didn't change before we came down to the basement.

He smiled sheepishly, running a hand through his hair again. "Well, uh... why don't you just take that stuff off, I can lend you one of my shirts until the morning."

I blushed and turned away from him. "Okay, just don't look mister."

I waited for him to turn away to make for the dresser before I bent over to detach my stockings from the garter belt. "So, what is this room – just another bedroom or does it serve a different purpose?"

"It was a guest room but since I spend most of my time down here, I just think of it as my new room. I don't like my old room much anyway." he answered from behind me. In the corner of my eye, I saw him lighting the candle on his side of the bed. The candlelight lit the room with a romantic glow, and it smelled good too.

"Can I ask why?"

"I'd rather not talk about it right now."

I fought back a chuckle. He was so full of secrets that he would hopefully share with me one day. It was starting to be a bit funny to me. There was a lot I needed to learn about him.

"You cold?" he asked me as he walked over to the coffee table, retrieving a remote.

"Just a bit." he nodded without looking at me and I watched him light the fireplace using the remote. I whistled. "That's fancy."

He huffed and I shyly watched him as he traveled into the bathroom. A short moment later, the light inside clicked off and the only light in the bedroom came from the candle and fireplace.

I started to take my stockings off. "Don't take those off." hearing him say that, I whirled around to see him shutting the sliding door and then going through his dresser drawers some feet away. "I like those on you." he mumbled awkwardly.

I smiled with a blush. "Okay, I'll leave them on." I attached them to the belt again and started removing my other layers.

As I untied my corset top, I peeked over my shoulder at him and noticed he'd taken his costume off and was simply clad in white boxers with red and black patterns. I bit my lip and turned away quickly, my cheeks burning. His body was gorgeous. He had a few scars here and there along his back, but his muscles were lean, prominent and sculpted – his skin looked smooth, I wanted to touch him everywhere.

I peeked once more and ogled his muscular thighs. They looked powerful. Claire always told me if a guy had strong thighs, he was capable.

I felt hot again as I stood wearing nothing but my thong and stockings. I'd detached the basque from them. I could stand wearing them to bed but that basque would be quite uncomfortable to sleep in.

I sat on the edge of the bed with my back to Jake as I crossed my arms over my chest. I felt exposed, I was eager for him to hand me a shirt but didn't have the courage to speak up and let him know I was ready for it.

I was quite shy about him seeing me half naked. I didn't think I was ugly, but I was nervous of his opinion of me. I was slender but my curves were well-proportioned. My legs were long and shapely, my hips were wide and my stomach was flat. I didn't have the largest breasts in the bunch, but they were heavy and quite generous to the eye.

I wondered would he like my body.

"You alright, Super girl?" he asked me, startling me as I felt his weight nearby on the bed.

"Um, yeah – I need that shirt." I mumbled bashfully, my cheeks stained red.

"It's behind you."

I glanced over my shoulder and descried he was sitting right behind me, his back to me. He was still shirtless but he wore grey sweats on his bottom. I reached for the shirt and slipped it on quickly, buttoning it down in the front. It was a white button up dress shirt, large in size – so much that it fit me like a dress [it stopped at my mid-thigh] and I had to roll up the sleeves because they were so lengthy.

I sat on the bed, leering at him as he remained quiet. I removed the accessory from my hair and sat it on the nightstand – away from the unlit candle. "Jake…" I whispered, crawling over to him. I was still being too shy to touch him for some reason. "Are you okay?" I placed a hand on his shoulder.

He turned to me, chuckling lightly. "Wow…" he lifted his hand slowly to ghost his fingers over my cheek. I bit my lip after I shut my eyes, begging him to touch me. "You're so lovely." he whispered. "Can I hold you, Sherry?"

I nodded keeping my eyes closed, my cheeks seemed to be permanently flushed. I felt him pull me closer to him eventually my upper body was against his. I wrapped my arms around his middle and released a blissful sigh as he ran his fingers through my hair. His skin felt so soft to the touch as my fingers traced over his back.

I felt him blow gently on my neck and I shivered all over. "Jake…" I moaned softly, pulling away from him – I wanted to tell him something before I submitted entirely to him. "I… I've never done this before."

He inhaled the scent of my hair deeply before exhaling slowly. "Don't be afraid, I'm just gonna rock you to sleep, sweet girl." he chuckled. "You need the rest."

I tried to protest but he quieted me by pulling me down onto the soft bed. We lay facing each other, his arms were still around me, and my hands were resting against his chest. I swallowed sharply and prepared to ask him a question that I feared the answer to.

"Jake, have you – done this?" I asked him weakly. Have you ever been this close to someone that made your heart do flips? Have you ever felt like you were in heaven with someone? Have you ever held someone in your arms while you lay with them, longing for them more than you could ever believe?

Our eyes locked and I waited anxiously for his reply.

He shifted a bit. "Why?" he asked me, almost curiously.

I didn't like that response – well question he gave me. I felt a spark ignite in me and the next thing I knew, I was on top of him, straddling him. My legs were on either side of him while my middle was over his. My hands were on his chest as I stared down at him.

He was amused by this, made obvious by his smirk. He tried to sit up but I stopped him. "Don't… don't move." I told him, softly. I wanted him but I was not about to let him completely dominate me. "Jake please tell me. I'm new to all of this – I don't want to upset you but I'm just curious."

Come on, Sherry – look at him, he's gorgeous. There's no way he wouldn't have had sex.

He just watched me, saying nothing as his eyes danced over every ounce of me. I felt my breath catch, I was nervous for his answer. Why was he taking so long to reply?

I was afraid. If he did have girlfriends before me, how was I to know if I was more to him than they were? What if they were prettier than me? Maybe they had long hair and didn't have so much emotional baggage like I did?

I felt defeated before I even got an answer – but he was taking so long to tell me. I was completely frustrated. I tried to slide off him only to feel his hands grip my waist firmly, keeping me there. "Sherry…" he whispered, I couldn't face him, I looked everywhere but at him. I was afraid I would start crying. "Sherry, please look at me."

I was shaking, fighting off tears and fighting my self-doubts. I wanted to leave – go to my bed and sleep. Dealing with all of this made me feel tired.

"Come on, look at me baby girl." his hands rubbed my lower back and I felt that familiar tingle between my legs. I sniffed and tried to pry his hands off of me but he was like a statue, he wasn't going to release me. "Look at me." he instructed, his voice was soft and husky.

I felt one of his hands leave my back to grip my chin lightly, and then made me meet his gaze once again. I couldn't read him, his eyes were cloudy, his mouth a thin line.

"Give me your hands, Sherry." he commanded me softly. His hands left my body as he held them out in front of me. I slowly presented my own and gasped when he intertwined my fingers with his own. He pulled me down on top of him.

I could do nothing but stare into his cerulean eyes.

"Ever since was 14, all I did was come across girls who wanted me to bang them." he started. "One day, when I was 15, I met this girl who said she loved me. I had no idea what that was. She was an older girl, maybe 19 so she had her own place. She invited me over and next thing I knew she's butt-naked and trying to get on my junk…"

I listened to him but felt quite jealous. I didn't like the idea of any girl touching him. Hmm, I'm possessive of him like he is for me…

"I pushed her off and left." he sighed and paused for a moment. "That continued to happen for a while. When I turned 17, I had a few friends that wanted me to get with this girl just because she had a huge rack." he made a disgusted face. "I didn't want to. I let one of my other boys have her – heh, jokes on that idiot, she got pregnant with his kid."

I smiled a bit, humored by him. "I looked around me Sherry – I saw nothing, no one that truly 'called' to me, ya know? I couldn't bring myself to just fuck anything. Mom's always told me that the right girl would come along – I just needed to be patient."

"But after a while, I gave up on it. I just busied my life with the fights, parties and uh, crime." he grinned sheepishly. I couldn't help it – I laughed at him, and then shook my head. "I know, I'm a criminal – but moving on." he let out a huff. "I just didn't care anymore – I flirted, took numbers, threw 'em away and did this over and over… until you showed up."

I gasped quietly, he released my hands and wrapped his arms around my entire upper body, pressing my chest flat on top of him. "Okay, I'm gonna tell you something super corny, gay and embarrassing and you better not laugh at me." I nodded, fighting back a snicker. "I mean it, not even a snicker – damn sure better not giggle or some shit." he grumbled.

"I understand." I nodded to him with a smile.

"I told myself all these years I would wait for that one particular girl to show up. I waited for her, I wasn't gonna settle for anything else. I wasn't interested in a quick fuck – no… I wanted to find that one girl to show up in front of me wearing fishnets, heels and a pretty face who would show me she was different and then tell me how I could change my life for the better – and then she'd fuck my brains out."

I couldn't stop myself. I burst into a fit of laughter. I felt him pinching me through the shirt and I cried out apologies but I just couldn't help it. I wiped away my tears and sniffed at his annoyed expression.

"S-sorry… it's not you, it's the thought of it." I choked out, tears in my eyes.

"I don't see what's so funny about my dream girl." he growled, with slanted eyes. "Especially since my dream girl is you down to a t."

I froze. "W-what?"

"All these years, I waited for you." he told me, earnestly. "The first time I saw you and then when I saw you at the fight, you were trying to hide your face but I knew it was you because you were glowing. It was strange… you were the brightest thing there."

He let out a chuckle then. "You wore fishnets and fucking heels that night." my jaw dropped. "This glow of yours… I've never seen a girl like you – you're different." he grinned.

"It's because of you that I'm making some changes – I like you, Super girl, I like you a lot. In fact, I like you so much that I uh… want you to be mine."

I took it all in. I was his dream girl, he waited all his life for me without even knowing me, I changed his life for him, and to sum it all up – he wanted me to be his. I observed him, there was a demure smile on his face – he'd just confessed his feelings for me. This meant that our feelings were mutual.

A God honest smile came to my face and I laughed, throwing my arms around him. "Jake – you have no idea how happy you've made me!" I told him, tears falling from my eyes.

"Glad I can make you smile, Super girl." he laughed, holding me tightly. He raised his knees so that my middle and upper torso pressed firmly against his. "I'd do anything to keep you happy because well – you make me happy."

I shifted so I could look at him. He was serious and there was a fire in his blue glazed eyes. I felt a jolt go through my entire body when one of his hands slid down my body to touch my thigh with his index finger. That little skin to skin contact was enough to make me gasp.

He wrapped his other hand around the back of my neck and leered to me in the dimly lit room. His eyes were so lovely in the light. "Sherry…?" he whispered so softly it was barely audible, but his voice was so deep and enthralling.

"Hmm?" I hummed.

"Can I kiss you?" I nodded and he kissed my forehead. After a moment, he asked again. "Can I kiss you again?" I consented and this time, his kissed the tip of my nose. I squirmed on top of him. "May I kiss you once more?" this time I couldn't contain the moan that escaped me and as a result, he kissed my cheek. My face was burning from the contact, I felt like I was losing myself. "Can I kiss you one more time?" I nodded, mesmerized by him – wondering what he would kiss next.

He claimed my lips.

At first the kiss was short and sweet, but once we pulled away the second time, passion consumed us and it took a more heated turn. I had never been kissed before but with Jake, it all felt so natural. Our tongues danced with each other and while at first we were clumsy and quite sloppy, we eventually found a balance that satisfied us.

We pulled away and gasped for breath. His lips were soft against mine and I couldn't help that I chewed his bottom lip a bit, it was swollen because of me. His hands found the top of my stockings and he played with it, his eyes never leaving mine.

"You're so sweet." he purred to me. "You're my Halloween candy." he grinned.

I giggled. "You're silly."

He hummed, and fingered a button on the shirt. "May I touch you, naughty girl?" I nodded.

I shivered as his eyes locked on my breasts – my nipples were hard and visible through the shirt because despite how hot I was feeling, the temperature in the room wasn't the same.

"So beautiful…." he whispered, I blushed. "Where can I touch you?" he asked, he looked eager but demure. I took his hands and placed them on my chest where my heart was.

"Jake, promise me you won't leave me." I begged him. "Promise me you'll be good to me." the feelings going through me were insane. I wanted to be with him so bad.

"I'm not going anywhere, Sherry – and I won't be good to you, I'll be great to you."

I crushed my lips against his once again, I was fervid and full of want for him. His lips devoured mine as he broke away and started trailing kisses down my neck, along my collar bone. I whimpered and moaned, enjoying his lips on my skin. I ran my hands all over his chiseled chest while he nipped and licked my skin.

"You're a dream." he purred in my ear. "You're so beautiful… so soft - so perfect."

His hands traveled between us to fondle my breasts. I groaned and sat up to let him explore my body – his touch made me ache down there. Suddenly, I could feel his member swell and start throbbing against me. I growled and rubbed myself on it through his two layers of clothing.

"Ah, Jake…" I whined, feeling needy.

His hands squeezed my breasts and then he gently begun rolling his thumbs over my nipples through the shirt. I released a satisfied moan and he bit his lip before looking up at me. "You like it?" he choked out.

"Yes." I purred, grinding harder on top of him – desperate for some sort of relief.

I noticed he was grinding upwards to me. I gasped, the pleasure was stimulating. I ran one of my hands down to his abdomen and traced every muscle on his sturdy chest with my other hand. I had never felt this way before. I was ablaze with desire for him.

Suddenly he flipped me over and my back collided with the soft bed and silk satin sheets. I gazed up at him, longingly. He hovered over me, his eyes were cloudy, piercing through me as he watched me for a moment – something was holding him back, I could feel it.

"Jake, please…" I begged, unsure what I wanted.

"Gods you're beautiful, Sherry… but we've gotta slow down." he breathed, sending me a pleading look. I squirmed, unable to bear the ache, I asked why but he just shook his head.

My eyes caught sight of a wet stain where his stiff length protruded out from his sweats. "What is that, Jake?" I asked, fidgeting about, restless. Just seeing how long he was through his pants was invoking a reaction from me.

He looked down and then back to me. "That's from you." he smirked. "That lacey thing of yours isn't really good with creating a barrier, huh?"

I blushed, embarrassed. "Oh gosh… I'm sorry." I whimpered, closing my legs slowly. I felt shamed.

He put his hands on my knees. "You've got nothing to be ashamed of, I think that's normal..." he blushed a little himself and I giggled at his awkward charm. "That's my girl." he moved between my legs but didn't rest on top of me, instead, he continued to hover. "Try to relax okay? I don't want to rush anything." I nodded and leaned back against a pillow with a sigh.

He lowered his head and kissed me once more, gently running his hands through my short hair. Our tongues danced and wrestled with each other. He took my breath away. He gazed into my eyes before rubbing his nose against mine.

A large part of me was desperate for him to do something to stop my aching need, but the other part of me knew I was wrong for this. We were just supposed to be getting closer, not having sex.

I blushed once I realized this. I was just so overcome with desire I couldn't help myself. I'd never been this close to a man before and I wasn't sure what to do.

I felt embarrassed again – ashamed to be behaving like a horny schoolgirl.

"It's alright, Sherry." Jake told me, cupping my face. "I'm fighting off a demon myself." he laughed lightly, and then he sighed. "Sherry, we're both new to this – there ain't no experts here."

"But Jake, I –"

"Shh…" he put his finger to my lips. "I squeezed your tits, didn't I? It's alright, Sherry – we both just reacted to each other. That's a good thing, right? Besides, I was grinding with ya."

He tickled me a little and I laughed. "Thanks Jake, you really are wonderful to me."

He pulled me into his arms and we both collapsed onto the bed, my head rested on his chest and I listened to his heart beating. He kissed my forehead. "Sherry, before we make 'that' step, I'd like to take you out on a few dates, show you some sights and take you to a few parties first. So for now, I think holding and showering you with kisses is good."

I smiled, he was being so sweet. He was everything to me. He wanted so much for us together. "I like you Jake. I like you a lot."

"You're all mine, Sherry." he smirked.

I let out a laugh. "And you're all mine, Jake."

A couple of minutes later, I drifted off into dreams. For the first time in my life, I felt without worry and fear. I felt safe. I felt safe with Jake beside me - I knew he wouldn't leave me.

A/N: This is the longest chapter yet now. It's like every chapter gets longer…

I hope you guys/girls liked it! I considered breaking this into two chaps but changed my mind. Well, this was the final part of Halloween. The next chapters to come are gonna be very revealing. We're also up for a time-skip either next chapter or the one afterwards…

The next chapter will be very informing for Piers and Helena but also Jake and Sherry. So… now that these couples are items – let's see how far they're willing to go for each other. Excella's words in this chapter are quite important for the future too [hint hint]

I raised the rating for precautions. The rating system here on FF is so picky I usually just go for M whenever things get steamy. I tried to portray Jake and Sherry as two people with feelings for each other but just don't know how to go about anything – that's why they aren't saying "I love you" and things – that's also why they fumble around awkwardly with each other.

Well I'll see you lovelies around! I appreciate all the reviews – they made me smile a lot! Any questions/concerns feel free to contact me, I'll be sure to respond. :D

-Vio