Sherry

"I'm leaving now Jake," Sherry laughed softly. "Stop being impatient." She grinned as he responded hotly. She hit the button to the lobby in the elevator as Jake told her that he hadn't seen in too long and couldn't wait anymore. "Come on it's not that big a deal it's only been a day, you'll be fine. No big deal."

"Yes it is." He said simply. "Get home safely. See you soon."

"See you." He hung up and so did she. She was excited to see Jake, time without him moved drearily, it was spent with thoughts of him, yearning for him, but never having him there. Today was not so bad as she was able to focus on the mission she so hoped to get. The excitement built in her chest just as the thought of being the one to catch Yalor Mitch. Sherry Birkin catches one of the world's most dangerous terrorists.

The thought made her sigh contentedly. As the elevator came to a rest she hopped off. Her eyes were wide and gleaming with hopeful thoughts. She just had to get this mission. Jake would be so proud of her she was sure.

As Sherry stepped out of the elevator she didn't catch sight of the tall figure near the sleek back car. She had her eyes on her phone. But he caught sight of her immediately. His eyes filled with sorrow and his loins stirred at the sight of her. She was so beautiful, and he had ruined things. The scent of her skin still made his senses tingle. The sight of her made a small fire crackle at his stomach.

"Sherry?" The voice shocked Sherry out of her thoughts. She whirled to the sound of the familiar tone.

She saw Jeff standing by his car and walking towards her as soon as she took notice of his presence. Her heart sank. He morphed out of the darkness with an eager look in his eyes, "Oh. Hey!"

"Sherry!" He said her name with an odd relief and ran towards her. She tried to not shriek at his very presence. Her eyes widened as he stopped in front of her in the light. He seemed disheveled and his eyes were strangely stretched and horribly tired. "Oh, wow, this is odd to see you here."

"I work here," she said softly. Her tone was slightly cold – she tried to correct it instantly. What if he got mad at her tone? "What's up Jeff, what's new?"

"Nothing at all." His voice became sad and his eyes became excited suddenly, "I'm happy I caught you before you left. I wanted to… you know, apologize in person." She took note of the way he trembled and the way he slowed his speech. He seemed odd to her, not the same eloquent speaker she had known. But she played it off. She had to get out of here, he was not a safe individual.

"It's fine. It's over now." She smiled softly and tried to get away quickly but before she knew it he stepped into her path. She stared up at him shakily, not at all relieved as she suspected he felt. "What is it Jeff? I really have to get back home I have things to do-

"I wanted to know if you'd accept my invitation to diner the day before you leave to that mission?"

"Well it's not decided if I get to go, you know?" She eyeballed him warily and stepped back slightly. "So I don't know that-

"Well what about just this weekend." He insisted firmly, his eyes shining at her and his heartbreaking smile back on his face. She blushed and avoided looking at him in the face.

"I… I am dating someone… I don't think he would like that very much." She said honestly. She could imagine Jake's rage. The look in his eyes that often made her grow cold… Her voice was cracking. She wanted to get away from him. She was afraid of what his reaction might be and anticipated violence. To her horror she was not wrong.

His voice slid out like a snake to her ears, "What." It cracked at the stillness in the air and she shivered away from him but his hand darted out and he gripped her firmly around the elbow.

"Get your hand off me!"

"Give me one chance to show you I was wrong in my actions. Please."

"No. Now get your fucking hand off of me!"

"I will make your life a living hell!" He yelled in her face. The spit hit her on the cheek.

"Get the hell off!" Her voice was becoming frantic and she wrenched herself free of him. Sherry wasted no time and ignored him as he called after her. She ran to her car and immediately started it.

She peeled out of the drive way quicker then she thought possible.

Jake

He waited for Sherry in her apartment with complete boredom. The cats lazily stretched on him and he sat there grimly allowing them to do as they wished. Alistair meowed at him and licked his long fingers playfully. Jake removed his hand from the cats reach and simply lounged. He could smell Sherry on his skin. She had a nice smell, it was like that of peace, with a smoky hint of something like a bonfire that reminded him of darkness… light of the outside and mysterious on the inside. He loved it.

It was thirty minutes after re-watching Family Guy that Jake heard the front door.

His eyes darted to the door where he saw her frantically shutting the door and running her hands through her hair feverishly. She turned around with a shiver and laughed at the sight of her cats all over him. "Jake, you know you're going to end up looking like a fur ball right?"

"Well they'd better hope I don't." He smirked and stood to greet her as she approached the living room. Instantly he enveloped her shivering form into his arms and pressed his lips gently to her temple. Her skin was always so soft. He loved it. "You're really cold," he said softly, she pulled her neck back and smiled at him. He still felt the discomfort of her stare. Jake Muller wasn't shy, but the scar was always something he hated, she smiled at him just the same as if it weren't there and shrugged.

"Warm me up." She flirted gently and then pulled back to remove her jacket. He released a thick sound from his throat as she escaped the confined of the coat and threw it on the couch behind him. She sighed and put her hands on her hips. "I'm hungry."

"I made you a grilled cheese sandwich." He said to her and towed her towards her kitchen revealing orange juice and a grilled cheese sandwich there, slightly burned.

"Oh, thanks Jake!" She grabbed for it immediately and started munching on it hungrily. He stared at her for a long time as she ate standing. Her hands were drumming almost impatiently on the counter as if she was waiting or anticipating for something. He let her finish her sandwich and than her juice before he spoke up again.

"How was work?"

"It was good," she said to him and washed the dishes, "I was filled in more about the mission. They decide in three days who gets it. You'd think they'd be more organized about this stuff but I get this is part of the processes of ensuring the best possible candidate."

"I agree," he said as he approached her from behind and snaked his arms around her. She sighed contentedly against his chest, and shut the faucet off. He was so warm, and for an instant she felt herself dozing off but his voice shocked her out of her mildly dreamy state. "Are you going to tell me what happened at work?"

Sherry stiffened against his chest. He knew it.

He turned her around and stared her straight in the eyes, "What happened?"

Sherry's eyes widened and she stuttered a lie, "N-nothing I swear."

"Oh come on!" He pulled away from her and stalked away to the living room. She followed meekly. "Do you think I'm so stupid?" He asked her and whirled around furiously. She stared at him with a new defiance. "Don't do that-

"I don't have to tell you if I don't want to." She informed him aggressively. "It's none of your business."

"Stop being stubborn and just tell me what happened." He said and stared at her from across the room. Sherry bit her lip as all the defiance went out of her. Jake stared at her patiently, waiting. It was just as his patience wore thin that she finally spoke up and timidly walked forwards towards him.

"Jeff stopped me on my way out." She looked up at him hesitantly, fear coursed through her and she stopped at the sight of his face gone pale and his fists, "Please don't be mad." She said softly, "he didn't do anything. I swear." She was lying, and he could see it.

Jake approached her but to his anger she recoiled away. "Do you think I'd hurt you?" He asked her tensely, struggling to not grab her to him. "I would never lay my hands on you like he did. Ever!"

"I know, I'm sorry… I'm just. Jumpy after what happened. I basically told him I didn't want any contact with him really and he got mad and asked me about hanging out and I told him that I was dating you. " She said it in one big rush. Jake stared at her, shocked and angry.

"Why didn't you call me?"

She shrugged and started walking sheepishly to her bedroom, he followed her and watched her as she undressed. "It was just not a big deal Jake I didn't think you should concern yourself over something that I could handle. He was being an idiot but he let me go in one peace and I just thought … Jake?"

She had turned around and was confused by the look on his face. He had a narrowed stare and parted mouth. She looked down to what he was looking at and noticed the hand print on her elbow from where Jeff had grabbed her. "What's that?" Jake hissed as he moved closer. "He put his hands on you!"

"Jake let it go!" She pleaded and grabbed for his hand but he wasn't having any of it. "Jake-

"He is a maniac Sherry!" He exclaimed and examined her arm, "You need to report him, this can't go on! What if next time he does something worse and really hurts you!" He stared at her with an enraged glare, "I won't allow him to hurt you again Sherry."

"It's not your place to protect me." She whispered softly. "I don't want you lashing out at him-

"He deserves it."

"Just let me handle It Jake." She said softly and healed the bruise quickly as she removed her arm from his hold. She turned to the drawer and grabbed a black t shirt and grey sweat pants. She did her best to ignore the stare he was tossing in her direction. "It's just a weird situation. He's probably going to not talk to me ever again."

"What makes you say that?"

"I don't know," she bit her lip and he frowned, "I just don't see him trying to do anything again. I mean I basically told him off for the second time now. He would have to be pretty damn persistent you know?"

"No, Sherry. I don't know." Jake asserted, moving towards her slowly, "Mainly because this guy and you have been pretty consistent for a while now and he's been goin' after you for a long time too." Jake could hear the severe accent coming through his teeth now, "Do you think that he will simply stop because you said so. Really, Sherry. He's delusional." The rolling of his R's made her sigh and she wrapped her arms around him as he came to her. "I only want to handle him and then I'll be out of your way."

"No Jake." Her tone was final and she kissed his hard chest gently. "Besides, he's not worth the time or energy." She grinned up at the man. He smirked softly and pulled away from her to lie on her bed lazily. "So did you call your mom?"

"Yeah," he groaned adjusted himself so he rested against the headboard. "She was going to the doctors. I have to check in on her. I think I'll call her later."

"Do you know what she wants for Christimas?" Sherry continued and crawled towards him on the bed.

"No idea, she'll tell me she doesn't want anything – like usual."

"We'll make sure to get her something really nice." Sherry smiled at the stoic man now beneath her. She stared up at her with an all too familiar stare. She bit her bottom lip and feigned innocence as she shifted above his hips from left to right. "What do you want for Christmas?"

"Nothin'," he grunted and gripped her hips tightly. "You?"

"Nothing either. I mean, I would like to be able to vacation but honestly with work, I don't even know that they'll give me off." Again she shifted and now he glared fully at her before throwing her onto her back and pinning her mercilessly there. Sherry grinned up at him, noting the look of impatience in his stare. "What's wrong Jake."

"I hate it when you play dumb." He slithered out and pinned her down with his hips as she tried to flip him over with her weight. She felt a familiar hardening against her thigh and resisted a chuckle. He was so easy…

"I'm not playing dumb, what's wrong?"

"Nothing much, it's just that you keep rubbing up against me." His tone was sarcastically informational. She sighed and looked up at him sadly. "Don't try to play stupid again." He warned and lowered his face to hers; she smirked and kissed him delicately. Noticing that he was being more passionate than before, now his tongue didn't beg for an entrance to her mouth, it demanded it. Sherry only sighed and caved.

When he turned his attention to her jaw, her chin and neck she could only sigh happily. Nothing could ruin this, not even Jeff.

"Close your eyes." He rasped out and she did as he said, only to feel a piece of cloth coming over her eyes. She tensed instantly and made a move to take it off but he pinned her hands to the mattress gently.

"Jake-

"I'm not going to hurt you, baby." He purred against her neck, she responded by relaxing.

"What is that?"

"It's a blindfold," He told her softly and turned her around gently. She turned over and felt him tying a puece of cloth to her wrist. She smiled against the mattress softly. "Are you ok?"

"Yes." She shuddered out with a feeling of excitement pooling between her thighs. Sherry bit her lip, eager and desensitized. She heard him moving off the bed and then coming around to her side where she felt his breath coming out raggedly.

"Too much clothing." Sherry heard him murmur and then he had her on her feet. He tore her shirt off easily, she gasped at the sting only to be soothed by his thumb caressing her skin gently. And then he pulled her sweats down gently. Exposed and blinded she felt her skin tingle at the feeling of his lips on her skin.

"Jake." Her voice came out in a gentle whisper and then his lips crashed onto hers. His lips tasted like apples. She moaned heartily against his feverish lips, his hands found their way to her back where he pressed to crush her closer. They skated around her soft skin until he found her stomach where he cautiously let his hands creep down and then beneath the small panties she wore. Sherry pushed herself closer, more friction.

His lips tore away from her and Jake Muller watched with a satisfied expression as she released a pant at the entrance of his finger into her body. She groaned as he held it there. She balanced on her toes as he pushed deeper. "You like this," he smirked softly. She blushed but the feeling of his fingertips on her cheek shocked her out of embarrassment, "don't be embarrassed." He resisted and then pushed up again. "Don't be embarrassed to want this."

"Ja-ake." Her stuttered fell on deaf ears as he pushed her towards the bed, not relenting on his fingers.

She crumpled backwards and lay there, open to him completely. Jake continued to manipulate her longing with ease and resisted a grin at her responses. Her chest heaved, rose and fell, and the look of her body beneath him was marvelous. "Please, Jake…" She pleaded with him.

"This is about self-control, Cherie," he murmured and moved away from her, leaving her shivering and yearning helplessly on the bed. He removed his shirt and than his boots and pants and shocks and boxers until he was completely bare. She moaned and rolled on the bed, seeking him out somehow. "What do you want me to do?" She heard him.

She stopped moving and bit her bottom lip before breathlessly replying, "Anything you want."

She felt the bed shift and then he was on her, she grinded upwards at him shamelessly. "Anything I want?" He mused, "That's a lot of things Sherry."

"Please," she felt thirsty now. "Touch me!"

"But maybe I don't want to," he teased and then she gasped at the feeling of his finger tips creeping down her stomach again, his hands were so cold and her body was so warm, "it's selfish to make such demands, and you're not in any place to be making demands." He grinned and bit at her neck gently. She moaned and wrapped her legs around him, holding him prisoner.

"Now you have no choice."

"Really?" He grinded down on her. His hardening erection touched her in just the right place causing her to cry out and moan. "Are you sure?" He gripped her thighs firmly and pried them apart before ruthlessly tearing her underwear off her. She hissed at the burn but relished in the coolness of his thumbs there, teetering dangerous on her thighs and hips and never touching her where she wanted it the most.

"You are dripping," he purred in her ear.

"Ja-ake… Please."

"You have to ask nicer than that Sherry." His fingers rubbed her gently in the heat between her thighs.

"Oh God… please… please!"

"Nicer."

"Please Jake?" She whimpered gently, "I want you so much. I need you. Don't tease me… I'm begging you. Oh, God." She hissed at the feeling of him grinding himself against her, his hands now steadied her hips beneath him. "Please…"

"I want you too." He said hoarsely against her throat. "I've wanted you for so long." Sherry sighed softly and then gasped as he pushed into her without warning. Jake captured her neck and cursed against her skin. She was perfect.

Jake rocked himself against her. Licking and tasting her neck with fervor. She was equally passionate. Biting her lower lip stubbornly, hoping to mask the wanton desire.

Jeff

"Are you sure of your assertions?" The woman asked him. Her name tag read Ms. Vaste. He simply nodded again. "She is one of our best agents."

Within the narrow and very white room Jeff shifted uncomfortably. He hated the blaring lights, and the stark black suits the two people in front of him wore. Even more he hated that they had their backs to such a huge window. It was very distracting.

"Yes, but she got herself into danger before and was unable to continue the mission because of her both delicate, and amazing immune system. I think that if something like that were to happen again she wouldn't survive it, based off of my medical analysis of her alone. I think it's best she were not considered for this mission."

"But she has shown so much promise." The man answered now. His voice was monotone, almost uninterested.

"Yes. I am sure of it. Ms. Birkin is a very capable agent but she is also a great liability because of her biology. Again, the woman has amazing capabilities but were an accident like the previous were to occur we would have to send her out of the area immediately because she wouldn't be able to handle it. Were it any other of our agents they could take it I bet."

"You realize that the agent which she was exposed to was deadly, it could probably kill our other officers!" The woman was growing irritated. He took another approach.

"Yes, but they are disposable and you and I know it. Agent Birkin is a great asset and because of that she is of the utmost important and not one to sacrifice. Give her another mission." He repeated.

The woman sighed and looked to her colleague to her right. The big window behind her reflected them all, Jeff noticed that one of his hairs was out of place and easily smoothed it back. "I suppose that that is true."

"Agreed," said the man to her right. "Birkin is a fantastic officer. But she is too important to risk, even on important missions like these."

Jeff nodded please. After hours of deliberation, finally. "So it is agreed?"

"It hurts me to say this but I fear you may be right… she is just too important. She won't go on the mission.

So, a nice lemon to keep you entertained, and some major drama. :)

Hope you enjoyed :)