Chapter III

Jack be Nimble

The following morning Jake left before Sherry could wake up. He left her a note thanking her for the beer and told her that he would see her later on but that he had to go take care of a few things.

He would've stayed but he couldn't sleep in the morning. Her phone was going off every other minute and while he wanted to wake her up and tell her that she needed to destroy that thing before he did it for her – he knew she needed to get rest.

It amused him when he thought about the previous night. He knew that she was asleep and didn't mean it but there was a small part of him that wondered if she was awake and just being a tease. But he doubted it, Sherry was much too shy.

Before he left her he carried her to her bedroom and put her phone on silent beside her, making sure to not read whatever was on it though he was curious to know who it was that was texting her so much.

The entire day all that Jake could think about was this date that she was going to go on. There was an untamed dissatisfaction at the way she seemed to be eager about going out with this guy whose name escaped him. Jake was sure he wasn't worthy of a date with her, he was probably weak, and frail. He didn't even know him but he assumed that this guy was also probably a complainer, someone who would make Sherry feel bad about her relationship with Jake.

Sherry called him when Jake was in the middle of changing his clothing, he bright grin lit up his phone and he resisted a smirk. "Hello?"

"Hey Jake, what's up? How are you?" Her voice was bright as always.

"I'm pretty good, just got out of the shower, what about you?"

"Getting ready for my date with Jeff, I wasn't sure about what to wear so I decided to go with casual."

"That's good, no need to be uncomfortable for some guy."

"Hey, he isn't some guy," she sounded guarded now, "he is a really nice guy, you don't even know him."

"I know that." He shot back at her and then changed the topic, "when are we hanging out next?"

"I don't know, I mean I imagine that Jeff and I are going to get back around twelve, if you want you could come over and I'll make you something to eat."

"No need to make me something to eat, I can just order some pizza, I'll be at your house at like twelve thirty, that sound good?"

"Yeah, that sounds perfect actually," Sherry's voice had the hint of a smile. While Jake had never found a girls smile to be beautiful he did find hers to be alluring, it held so much confidence and comfort. She just seemed so good to him, and he was so not. He resisted his thoughts a little and nodded as if she was watching him.

"Alright, I'll see you then, good luck on your date."

"Thanks, bye Jake."

He hung up without saying anything else, mainly because he usually didn't. Sherry knew this and rolled her eyes, she hated that he had that habit. Was it really so much to ask to say goodbye in return? Yet another Jake Muller trait that she despised.

In Sherry's apartment she found herself looking in the mirror for the thirtieth time .She had lied to Jake, she wasn't dressed casually at all. In fact Sherry wore a fitting blue dress that brought out the curves of her body and the length of her legs. Even though she wasn't tall by any means a fitting dress and heels could do wonders. She threw on a long-sleeved sweater that touched the back of her thighs and topped it off with her favorite heels. Her makeup was flawlessly done, it gave her a sexy edge that she wasn't really used to and she had let her hair look a little messy.

"Why did I lie to him?" her voice was confused and interested. Inside she felt that it was because he didn't want her to get mad at. "It doesn't matter, he's my friend, he has no right to be mad at me." She spit angrily at herself.

Grabbing her cell phone and walking out of her room she started heading out just as Jeff texted her that he was downstairs. Sherry grinned and went down the stairs, eager for this date and apprehensive at the same time.

Jake knew that she was on her date. And it took everything inside of him to not go out and find her and just interrupt the entire thing He didn't know why he wanted to do this, after all – Sherry deserved all the happiness she could find. Maybe this guy wasn't so bad after all. But he couldn't accept this – he didn't think Sherry was even into this whole date thing. Sighing he looked at the time on his cable box, it was ten o'clock, she must've been out with that guy for at least an hour or so… he couldn't wait for the date to be over. Jake simply couldn't understand why he felt this way.

"That's wonderful," Sherry grinned at Jeff who couldn't take his eyes off of her for even a moment. She was really enjoying her time with him. He was a well spoken man with a lot going for him. Not only that but he was funny and good looking. He seemed to be almost perfect, she just hated the way he looked at her, and it wasn't the way anyone else had looked at her before, as if they were absolutely enthralled by her appearance. While she appreciated that he found her to be attractive – she wasn't uncomfortable with it all the same. Why did I get dressed like this? I'm asking for it.

"So Sherry tell me more about you," he grinned brightly at her, his dark eyes glimmered in the dimly lit restaurant, "you seem to have a lot going for yourself."

"I guess you can say that," she smiled and took a bite from her raviolis, "but in reality I am just trying to get by. This job may not be temporary."

"I should hope not, every time you come back I fear you aren't going to be in one piece."

"That's so weird, me too," she commented jokingly.

"But you must've had other dreams as a child right?" He asked, raking his hand through his sleek black hair, pushing t away from his face. Jeff was dressed handsomely tonight and at first she had a hard time keeping her eyes off of him. He wore a dark green button up shirt and a pair of black slacks with dress shoes. He had thrown a jacket over this and given it to her when he caught her shivering outside.

"I wanted to be like my mother and father," she smiled at him, "I honestly never stopped to think about how I got into this position that I'm in now. Sometimes it's nice to take a step back and think about it, you're the first person to make me do that honestly, not even Jake…"

"Jake?" He asked curiously, biting a piece of his steak.

"He's my best friend. He's a very … live in them moment, type of guy."

"Jake Muller, the one you were sent to get in Edonia? Yes, yes, I remember hearing about that mission. The son of Albert W."

"Yes, that's him. We've become very close…"

"He seems like an interesting person," Jeff nodded. "But anyway, enough of this. Would you like to go home now? I imagine you're very tired and I would like to take you out to see one more place before I leave you for the night."

"Sure," she grinned, curious to see what else he had in store on this wonderful night.

Jake had waited for the past thirty minutes for Sherry Birkin to show up. To say the least he was annoyed. His hands had started to crush the pizza box he held. He was annoyed with her, he had texted her four times asking her if she was coming, and she had not replied to a single message.

It was 1 in the morning now. For a few seconds Jake feared something had happened other but changed his mind. Sherry knew how to handle herself. She would be fine, she was fine, he knew this.

It was just as he was getting ready to call her that he heard a voice down the hall. Correction: two voices. One was obviously Sherry's and one was distinctly male. Jake turned to look and saw a tall man standing beside Sherry. He had one arm wrapped tightly and protectively around her waist, his eyes were twinkling at her and Sherry was grinning at her shoes as they walked. It wasn't until she picked her head up and saw Jake that it seemed to fall.

"Oh," she whispered a few thirty feet away.

Oh is right, Jake snarled mentally.

"Is this him?" Jeff asked curiously. Looking at the specimen a few feet away from him with interest. The mans eyes seemed to be darkening, he was tall, just as tall as Jeff. He, Muller, also had the strangest blue eyes he had ever seen, they seemed to penetrate straight through him.

"Jake, I'm so sorry!" Sherry disengaged herself from Jeff and walked over towards Jake, Jeff followed.

"I've been waiting for the past thirty minutes," Jake informed her, keeping his eyes on Jeff who seemed to be following. You're not invited, bub.

"I know but Jeff and I went to a flower garden and we took so long, I'm so sorry," Sherry threw an around him carefully, hugging him. Jake still kept his eyes on Jeff whose dark gaze seemed interested. "Come, come inside, uh," she turned to face Jeff.

Sherry could tell Jeff was a bit disappointed but he hid it well enough. "I'll see you some other time then?" He asked her, taking her hands in his. Jake glared furiously.

"Yes, definitely." Sherry smiled. She really liked him.

"Perfect, goodnight beautiful," he embraced her and kissed her cheek gently and making eye contact with Jake who looked like he would hurl the pizza box at Jeff's head and beat him to death with it. Sherry blushed under his gaze and he winked before walking away.

"Your jacket Jeff!" She called after him. She still had it around her shoulders.

"It's your darling!" He laughed as he went down the stairs, leaving her with a grin on her face.

Jake watched the back of her head carefully. What the fuck was this?

Sherry turned around with her grin planted on her face like a mannequin and when she caught Jakes glare she froze and it shattered.

"I'm so sorry-

"That's what you fucking wasted your time on?" Jake asked, Sherry had unlocked her door now and was staring at him curiously, "I waited here like an idiot for you. You told me you would be here at twelve thirty."

"You should've known that it would be a bit longer," she told him as she walked into her apartment. He followed angrily and put the pizza down on the living room table. "Do you understand that I am sorry?" She asked.

"I get it, but I just don't get him and you." Jake looked like he was going to seriously burst. He was pacing now and she noted that he was wearing his leather jacket and tat his eyes were becoming an odd tint of orange. "How long have you and he been a thing?"

"We're not a thing, he's been interested in me for a couple of years now," she said uncomfortably, this was the first time Jake's heard of it. He pressed.

"Is this your first date?"

Sherry stared at him, "No," she shuffled as his eyes narrowed, "We've been on three, we don't get much free time.. .so…"

"So basically you and this guy are dating?"

"No it's not like that! He interested in me and I am not sure about how I feel about him just yet. We're not dating; we're just playing the field. And even if we were dating its not an exclusive type of dating. Dating doesn't mean I'm in a relationship. Why am I even explaining this to you, you're so hard headed," she rolled her eyes at him.

"I can't believe you never told me you've been on dates with that creep, that's why he had his arms around like you were his girl or something-

"What's it to you Jake! Stop berating me on everything!"

"Can you take that ugly fucking jacket off? I can smell him all over you now."

She was becoming increasingly hurt and angry with him, his words hurt her more than he could ever imagine. Jake Muller was treating her like if she was some sort of plague and she didn't like it. She had been treated long enough that way and she didn't want this type of behavior for anyone, especially the man she confided in the most. In a strange way, Jake was her best friend and her everything, she knew this. He had to know this too right?

She glared at him sharply and marched up to him, "you don't tell me what to do Jake Muller, I don't care who you think that you are, you don't get to talk to me like that."

"And look at how you dressed, all fancy for him, what happened to casual?" He retorted, "lying to me, thanks."

"If I want to dress like this – I can-

"That's beside the point!"

"Then what is the fucking point!" She shrieked at him angrily making his eyes narrow, "you keep berating me about all my choices as of late! 'Sherry don't go on that mission!' 'Sherry don't go out on a date with him!' 'Sherry don't dress like that!"

"I am not commanding you-

"No but you are still trying to have some authority! Like I told you the first time, my father is dead! Not you or anyone else is going to boss me around!"

"Stop saying that I'm tryin' to boss you around!" Jake furiously hissed down at her as she took off her shoes and came down to her actual height, she got in his face and he really didn't appreciate it, he could smell Jeff around her and it made him sick. "I just don't like him! The way he clung to you-

"He wasn't clinging." She shot him a nasty glare.

"You're right it was the other way around, look at you, the way you are changing for him."

"This was a date; I'm supposed to get dressed up Jake. What are you saying to me right now?" She asked. Sherry felt he was treating her like a slut or something.

"That's not what I meant; don't look at me like that. I know what you're thinking." He told her, his features becoming intense, "I just… I don't like him. I don't get a good vibe from him."

"You don't know him."

"Neither do you, stop being so naïve!"

Sherry glared up at her best friend whose face was so close that she could feel his breath fanning across her face. "You know what Jake? get out."

Jake was shocked, the breath left him. "What?"

"You heard me, get out of my apartment. I'm sick of having you degrading all my choices, and thinking that you for some reason or another get to talk down to me. So get out." Sherry turned and stalked to her bedroom, "I don't want to see you here ever again!" Her voice was cracking, "I'm tired of being treated like this by you and everyone else!" She turned and glared at him as he stood there watching her, "at the very least Jeff doesn't treat me like I'm a fucking child!" She slammed the door to her bedroom leaving Muller in a state of absolutely shock. What just happened? What the fuck just happened!

Yet again, I've done it. No, we're not going to repeat this shit. Jake knew what he was saying to himself very well. Jake lost it.

He marched his way to her bedroom; she had closed the door behind her. He forced his entire body into opening it which caused the doorknob to crunch beneath his grip. Sherry who had been taking off her earrings and the damned jacket, had started the waterworks. He could see her tears building as she looked at him through the mirror, but that didn't last long as she sharply turned around and glared at the figure of Jake Muller in the entrance.

"What the fuck Jake!" He began a march towards her; he looked more intimidating than ever, "I'm going to have to get the fixed now! What the hell-" her words were sharply cut off as Jake's hands came around her head and his mouth crashed against hers. She was shocked at first, stiffening under him for a second before her hands sought the drawer behind her for balance. What the fuck was going on?!

Jake Muller didn't know what he was doing.

He could feel her shaking under him; he held her face carefully in between his hands, tangling his fingers into her short hair and breathing heavily down on her. That's when he started to feel her hands against his chest, he pulled back slightly and stared at her in the eyes.

"Do you not want this, Sherry? You tell me right now." He looked down at her face caught between his hands, she was shaking like crazy, her eyes were all soft and she looked weak for the first time, "Do you not want this? You tell me right now and I'll leave here." He repeated, her arms were winding around his muscled abdomen beneath his leather jacket.

"I-I don't want you to go." She whispered softly. "You can't leave me… not like everyone…" She trailed off with her eyes adverted.

"Yeah, I know," he pulled her face to his again and relished in the moan she released as his tongue dominated the entrance to her own mouth. Stop this, stop this! This is your friend, this is Sherry, what are you doing Jake? Things won't ever be the same between the two of you, she deserves better then a one night stand. You know you can't commit to anyone, but he just didn't care.

Sherry let him pull her towards the bed where she collapsed on his muscled body. He groaned as she pulled his hands to either side of his head and grinded down against his crotch over his jeans.

"Fuck," he hissed and flipped her over. Sherry lay breathless beneath him as he straddled her hips and pulled off his jacket and then his shirt. The blonde craned up and pulled him back down. She really needed his mouth on her right now. She liked the taste of whiskey and Jake on her own lips.

"Jake… take this off." She pleaded, he obliged wordless and tugged at her dress, he hated that she was so clothed. The offending material came off easily and she blushed as he stared at her beautiful petite frame. Sherry pushed him off and straddled his waist; he watched her with hungry eyes as she peeled her bra off and released her delicious breasts to his view. He groaned and covered them with his hands. Sherry looked at him, almost drunkenly. He looked perfect in her eyes. His dark brown reddish hair – so short she could only run her hands along it… the perfectly long features which were said to resemble his own father. The narrowed blue eyes that made him look so intense.

"Are we really doing this?" She asked him softly.

"Yes we are." Jake responded, grinding his hips upwards at her. Sherry moaned in response and didn't resist as he yet again flipped her over and kissed her, Jake was working on his belt and his pants. They were causing havoc as they tried to peel off his jeans, neither wanted to take their hands off each other, neither wanted to pull their mouths apart. Clumsily they got them off until they were both down to their underwear. Jake's hands started to search for her panty line.

"Jake, oh my god," her whispers sounded breathless, he smiled softly against her ear and kissed at her jaw. "I'm nervous," she groaned.

"Don't be, Cherie." He huskily told her and began to gently rub her through the material of her underwear which was black lace, she was so warm and ready. "You want this too. You know it."

"Yes," she moaned at him and pulled him closer; he breathed her scent in deeply. Sherry was throbbing with need now he could feel it against the pad of his fingers, she was reaching for his hand, trying to create more friction in vain, he was a tease and he was playing with her.

Finally Jake pulled at her underwear, slipping them off of her not very long legs and looking at her hungrily. Her skin was peppered with sweat. He reached down with one finger and watched her eyes roll to the back of her head as he slowly inserted his index finger into her

"Oh, god…" her voice was high and her hands were in the bed sheets, twisting them and scratching with so much power they came off the mattress.

"I think you're enjoying this," he whispered in her ear causing her to shiver in delight. What type of friends do this! His more concerned side yelled at him.

"I am, oh god I am."

"God isn't involved in this, it's just me and you," he groaned at her and nipped with his teeth at her neck. Sherry's fingers gently touched his face; her thumb skated against the scar on his cheek. She saw him stiffen momentarily.

"It's okay," she whispered at him as he seemed to grow insecure and tense, "you're okay with me," she assured him and drew his face closer to hers. He was frowning her, his narrow eyes looked intense and the blue looked almost orange in the dark.

"Yes," she groaned when he inserted two fingers into her and then slowly three. He pumped them in and out of her body patiently, watching her face curiously as she arched her back and reached down to touch him. Her hands felt inexperienced, she didn't know what she was doing as she pumped him slowly, he felt so hard in her hand. He moaned so she knew she was doing something right.

His hand came down and he wrapped his around hers, she was the one that watched him now. She gazed with longing and amazement as he seemed to struggle to keep composure. His eyes were closed and his expression almost furious. He struggled and was almost failing to keep himself together. She looked at him as he helped and guided her, tightening her grip around him with his own hands.

He finally pulled her hands away from him and pinned them to her side. He looked the way she always imagined he would. Feral, lustful, dangerous.

"I'm on the pill." She blurted out suddenly.

He raised an eyebrow at her and smirked before he pushed himself into her body and grunted at he drove himself forward to the hilt. Sherry's eyes widened and closed. In the light shining in from the outside of her windows he looked beastly, his muscles caught the faint blue glow and she let her hands travel all over him.

Her name escaped him in a purr. He pulled out and forward again, she whimpered beneath him as he stretched and filled her.

"Please, go faster," she pleaded with him and claimed his mouth. Their tongues touched and he dominated her once again. She liked it, she liked the force with which pressed her wrists into the bed, she loved the way he thrust so forcefully into her body. She adored the way he stared right into her eyes for the longest time, and then when he was close to losing the control he had always maintained – the way that he shut them and gritted his teeth while baring them against her panting mouth.

On the other hand he loved the way her body reacted as he pounded his way in and out of her. He loves the warmth of her thighs and the way her breathing increased, the way she pleaded and panted and gasped and arched to him. The fragility and the strength of her was fantastic to him.

"Beg me," he growled at her as he was closer to the brink.

"Please, Jake!"

"Please what?" He wanted to hear it, "Say it."

"Please…"

"You know what I want to hear," he growled and bit her neck playfully, "say it," he thrust into her hard and fast, she gasped and mewled with pleasure, "say it," he wanted her to break the image she maintained .This good girl was his and she would do as he said, not because he wanted her to. But because she wanted to.

"Make me cum," she whispered shakily and scratched his back causing him to throw his head back slightly and groan. Jake pulled her flesh up against him as he sat on the backs of his legs, Sherry was losing her mind, "Please me come Jake, make me cum!" She begged him urgently.

He resisted a grin against her neck and licked a trail from her collarbone up her neck to the tip of her chin, Sherry's eyes rolled back. She'd never done something like this before. She never imagined him to be capable of such movements… he blew at the hot trail and she shivered and kissed him.

This is my best friend, what am I doing? This is Jake, this is Jake… no… oh God, he feels fantastic, fuck…!

"Jake!" She screeched as she beat him to the brink and trembled, but he kept going, causing her to start grasping and clutching at him more. One of his hands locked on her hips and her hand found his there, it was like she was begging him to slow down but her mouth saying something else, "yes.. please.. yes! Jake! Oh God, oh my… Jake… harder! Fuck me." She sneered at his ear.

"I will," he tried hard not to grin like a cocky bastard but he couldn't help the evil smirk as he looked at her eyes that she struggled to hold open. "You feel so amazing," he almost bit hard into her neck. She inhaled his scent, musky, manly, almost spicy and cold, so Jake Muller. Her eyes filled with tears. She loved him, but even now, she was confused as to what type of love this was.

"Oh! God!" She cried out as a second wave hit her.

"Fuck!" He hissed as he slammed her into the mattress and viciously claimed her mouth, breathing hard and muffling his groan into her. She could feel him stiffen all over and his hands pinned her bucking hips down to the mattress as he kept himself still within her body, his back arched in her direction, crushing her to him and the mattress. He could feel nothing but her. She came twice and clutched him as she wrapped her legs around him, keeping him hostage to her body and feeling his hot breath skate along her face. What type of friendship is this? She angrily hissed at herself mentally but clutched him tightly to her, groaned and panting, whispering 'Jake,' over and over like a prayer. Here we are, wrapped in each other.

"Jake…" She whispered it again as he pushed one more time, he elicited and groan, she could see him fighting himself as he kissed her again, his tongue danced with hers and his body grew limp, he kept his weight off her and tied his fingers into her short messed up hair.

"Sherry," her name escaped him again….

All she could think in that instant was – this is my friend, who I love… I love him as a friend, right? So what have I done? What have we done?

As you can see there is a lot of confusion in the world of Jake and Sherry. This only means more trouble for these two friend/love/confused/WhatTheFuckIsGoingOn birds. I also wanted to show hints of Jake's struggles in terms of composure which is why he's oddly cold towards Sherry - and of course she notices this. Now obviously there are going ot be a lot of things to address for these two in the morning... so, if you want to find out REVIEW! : ) Reviews make these chapters longer.

On another note I just wanted to say that some might question why the sex scene so 'quickly' but keep in mind that the timeline would state that this tension has been going on for a few months since Edonia and the events of Resident Evil 6. :)

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