Senses
"Psst! Tall, dangerous, and sexy is finally home!" My female coworker giggled as she saw the tall figure bust open the main doors. I just mildly laughed too and shook my head, watching the atmosphere and facial expressions change as the part-time free lancing agent walked down headquarters, waving silently at everyone who passes by.
My eyes automatically turned to watch him move charmingly with a masculine image. I observed every feature and mark this man had.
It's been one month since I've seen and last talked to him but ever since Jake Muller transferred to the D.C base as a free lancer for the BSAA/DSO fusion center, he had caused quite the stir. That dark auburn head was kept shaved as a buzz cut, the frosty blue pair of eyes always looked at one direction, the daring scar signals fearless vibes, and his straight posture stood tall through those double doors commanding immediate attention. He walked in as a mercenary with gloved fists and arms swinging, in tune with every step taken forward. Men feared him, authorities were wary of him, and women loved looking at him. Jake had a quality that made everyone feel and act differently once he entered the room. In my case, I know exactly how I am when Jake enters the office in his plain fitted v-necks, roughed up polo shirts, and dark jeans.
I couldn't help but stare, and when he catches me staring, a little smirk tugs upward from afar indicating that he caught me admiring the view.
I just flatten my face to show no emotion, no embarrassed giddiness, and pursed my lips to stay silent allowing our telepathic conversations to flow. I see him cracking a provoking smile before heading into a meeting he had with his boss. And with that, my heart beats picked up the pace. It's a given he maintains a playful and daunting image in the office, but I knew I was the exception. Here at work, he's coarse and stoic on the outside. But he's a whole different person when he's with me.
"…Do you see the way he looks at you, Sherry...?" I flinched at my desk mate. Becca's sudden question came out of nowhere and scared my poor jumpy heart.
Clearing my throat, I preserved my calm and collected attitude. "What do you mean?" I shuffled my papers and looked at her across our desk.
"I mean… all he wants to do is take you to the copy room, tie you up and nonstop fu-"
"Okay Rebecca!" I stopped her and looked around to see if anyone almost heard her sprouting inappropriate nonsense. She gleamed at me and took my hand off her mouth. The great so called legendary Rebecca Chambers flashed her perverted and immature smile at me and winked.
"Seriously, notice the way he looks at you." She laughed. "The way you look at him seems like you just want him to drop off the face of the earth." And she headed out.
If she could get into my head, she'd know very well how much I like looking at Jake. I know how many scars – big or small- is shown on his body. Those lovely sad eyes are light snow blue, almond shaped. When he's nervous or he wants to prevent any bursted laughter, he bites and licks his lips. And If anyone looks at him close enough, his physical features are very much like his father's. Trust me, I wish I knew what he was thinking whenever he sees me. I never caught him staring, but he does tell me I look good in whatever new was added to my wardrobe. So… I think he does notice the way I look. Anywho, my eyes automatically focus on all of Jake Muller.
After getting all my work done, and ridding the recurring images of Jake, I finally got to go home after a 2-day long job. After filling out that damn paperwork, I was finally ready to get back into the field- Back into action. I needed anything to get me out of the office and today was my last day of filling out paperwork. Well, until I finish another mission.
The elevator finally stopped on my floor, and I walked into it breathing with satisfaction to a good day's end. "Agent Sherry Birkin…"I looked up and gave a smile to each of the four head liaisons of the fusion center.
"Aye! Hold the door. Hold the door!"And just before the doors closed, it was none other than Jake himself rushing inside, probably anxious to get home too. Here, he almost caught me staring again and I just immediately looked down to my feet, tapping my heels together.
Soon after, 7 more people came in, crowding the elevator and forcing me to squeeze in between the metallic walls and Jake himself. He noticed my uncomfortable position and just laughed as a red tint silently sprung across my face. As much as possible I tried to sustain at least 1 foot of space in between us, but with all the pushing and shoving, it was hard to stay still in my little claustrophobic island.
"Well, isn't this cozy." He opened his mouth and looked down at me, keeping his tone low enough for me to hear. Everyone was minding their own business chatting amongst ourselves on what plans we had for the weekend, and here I was, having a one sided conversation with someone who gets under my skin and gives me all types of conflicting emotions.
And then my nose picked up these intoxicating scents emanating through the elevator. Perhaps it was because I was now a few inches closer, and face to face. But I smelled a subtle wintery mint, noting it was exhaling out of his nose and I knew he was playing with an altoid in his mouth. It was so fresh to smell considering people were carrying a cheap cup of coffee and heated up frozen dinners. To add on, I think he also just grabbed an open collared polo from his dryer this morning without even ironing it, but it was heavenly to have a sunny warm lemon smell from his detergent lingering in the air. Thank goodness I briefly stumbled, because I got to land on that soft material of a shirt he was wearing. Whatever detergent or fabric softner he was using, made it seem like he was promoting Tide, Gain, or Snuggles because it gave me some type of high to relax and land on. I didn't care, I was ready to fall into his arms because of that damn lovely smelling shirt. His scent somehow eradicated everything from the elevator and made me believe it was only me and him inside closed doors.
For the first time with him, I suddenly began to feel very comfortably fatigued and my eyes were dying to close–
"No sleeping on the job super girl." My eyes widened and locked on Jake when I heard him sing quietly in my ear. The hot mint was melted down, but I could still smell it. I crinkled my nose and turned away to the person next to me, hoping I get a whiff of his coffee to wake myself up.
Its been almost 38 hours since I've actually been home. So coming home and having a glass of wine in the apartment was what I needed. I needed to think about something else because all I thought about was the way Jake Muller casually strutted in the office. That face, that body, that smirk… its all I see every time I close my eyes. And I know I longed to see that man, it didn't help soothe anything when my nose became addicted to that aftershave and fabric softner.
The doorbell rung and I lazily walked to the door to open it, already anticipating who it was. This was a never ending nightmare of a torture for me the whole day. I swung it open and for the first time in awhile, I had the biggest relieved smile on my face.
"Now can I have you?" I saw Jake open his arms already in his comfortable clothes and jacket. I couldn't help but jump in his arms and nonstop kiss him all over his face. I was immediately attached to his body and longed for him to just embrace me – and he did. I could hear him inhaling and exhaling long breaths of yearning as he walked in, carrying my petite self back inside the apartment. And he forcefully brought my face to his for a final kiss on the lips. It was what I needed, it was a dose that sent me back to my normal self, making me feel alive again.
I looked at him and smiled. "You always surprise me when you come back home. Why cant you just stay put in one place?"
"The job takes me places. You know free lancing is all im ever good for, the big dog pays big." He scoffed and set me on my dining table, but we both didn't let go of each other. "Besides, I think the biggest reward coming home to D.C is seeing that priceless face whenever im back in town." He kissed my neck and held me closer. I was submissive in closing my eyes and then I frowned bitterly.
"You made me mad."
"Feh, I don't give a shit. I always make you mad." He laughed boyishly, taking my hands and kissing the front and backside of it. "You're great in bed when you're angry with me anyways."
I slapped his face and turned red. It was impossible to be sane when Jake always manages to make me irritated... Its as if every cell in my body can recognizes the familiar touch whenever I come in contact with his skin, especially when I feel his abrasive hands heat mine up.
He flatly looked back at me before another cynical smile was on. "Point proven." I saw a gleam in his eye and his eyebrow raised up aroused. His hand grazed underneath my shirt and caressed my back, making me arch my spine. I yelped a little bit when he aggressively pushed me against his whole body as if I was a magnet. His other hand gently motioned my thighs to ring my legs around his hips so he could carry me.
"So. What's. Been. New. With. You?" I couldn't even answer because my body was melting at every staccato kiss he planted on both my collar bones and sternum. I was getting dizzy, and I honestly missed the dizziness, the swoon, and the heat. I was spellbound by this man's touch. Whether it was his fingertips, his lips, his abs against my stomach, it transferred a serum that sent me on cloud nine and made me feel…animalistic.
I closed my eyes and gave in to what he wanted to do with me. He knew I loved the sensation of him, he knew whenever my eyes were shut that was the ultimate okay from me, for him to keep going. I still remember the first time he touched me this way. He was a boy scout, and it was a memorable night for the both of us.
Me especially, I've never seen a mercenary's innocence before.
/-/-/-/
It was a dark and rainy that night. Right after DSO tracked him down, they assigned me to get him prepped for the new rules he had to follow because we worked well together. Things led to one another after we had an argument and…well…
"…Okay listen up super girl. I got a confession." Jake cleared his throat and from the tone of his voice, I knew he was blushing. Which made me flustered, I loved seeing this new side of him even though he was all about being intimidating. His red face distracted me from his built silhouetted torso hovering over my small self. I caressed his face, anxious to see what he had to admit in the middle of our intimacy. "I… I…This is.. actually…"
I gave him the most irritable face because he was just talking instead of doing what I wanted. "Jake, spit it the hell out." I rolled my eyes and covered my chest with my blanket since he ruined the mood.
He gritted his teeth and sat up, facing his back towards me. Then he spoke low. "I'm saying this is my first time." It was silent between us. I didn't expect that to come out of his mouth. Jake's a good looking guy, so I'm surprised he was a virgin, and im even more surprised he didn't get any pleasure from random wenches from wherever he travelled from and to.
I cleared my throat. "Oh, uhm… well, I didn't know that." I sat up too, looking the opposite direction outside my bedroom window watching the rain, embarrassed at the fact I may be taking advantage of him. Here I am, the hungry one…and here he was the naïve curious one. "I can understand if you don't want to do this." I didn't want his first time to be with me if he doesn't want it to be. At that moment, I felt sad and my self esteem felt so low too.
"Its not that at all. It's this fuckin' insecurity I have." Another first, I never knew a man like him can have insecurities. "I'm not exactly skilled, if you know what I mean." He joked, trying to make the situation light hearted. It made me chuckle and lay back down on the bed, relieved. I lightly scratched and stroked his arm with my fingertips to let him know I still wanted him physically.
I made a small smile when he turned to face me. "I don't want to force you to do anything if you don't – "
"I want you, Sherry." He flat out said, and my heart pounded through my chest. "I won't have any regrets if its with you. "And he grabbed the back of my neck gently to rest his forehead against mine, assuring that I was the one he needed and wanted. Everything flowed between us that night, everything was fine.
/-/-/-/
"Goddamn, I missed this fine body…" My eyes fluttered open in heavy satisfaction at the sound of his voice and I hazily found Jake awake, eyeing every detailed part of my figure. He leaned on one arm and blanketed his lower body with the thin sheets. The clock read 1AM, telling me I only slept for an hour after what happened. I lay pronated on the mattress, covering all my parts and except for my nude back. Again, I felt his spell on me as he trailed his hand from my messy hair, down to my neck, and my spine sending shivering jolts to my nerves.
"Trust me… this body missed you too." I yawned and stretched out my limbs from the foot of the bed to the headboard. It may have been dark, but the brightness coming from the street lights outside my window provided a little dim glow in my bedroom. He smirked, and I heard that husky voice of his breathe out. My ears perked up to the sound of it and yearned for more of that deep undertone.
"Really now…?" Jake mocked and I saw a smile pull upward playfully. I smiled out of sheer embarrassment for telling him that now. "What makes you think you're my type babe?"
"I don't think, Jackass." I confidently smirked too. "I know I am." He laughed and scooted closer to me.
"Aye, do me a favor will ya?" He whispered making me want him even more. The mysterious request made me crave him even more, especially when he hoarsely asks it. "Close your eyes."
"Why?"
"Just do it. I'm getting impatient here." He raised his voice and I just sighed knowing his bossy side is poking out. So I closed my eyes just to humor him.
"Lets see if you're addicted to me." I envisioned his face as he said that. It was nothing but pitch black for me, and all my senses were heightened after he left me blind on the bed. "Lay on your back." I felt his warm breath near my ear and my body did as he commanded. I was in complete utter submissive when he placed some type of clothing material over my eyes. "How do you feel?" My heart rate sky rocketed when I felt him adjust his legs to sit on top of me as if he was going to pin my arms next. I felt powerless knowing my legs were now useless to help me escape. I cleared my throat and continued to stay completely still, anxiously to see what he had to do next.
"F-Fine, I guess. What exactly are you doing?" I bet he could sense the fear in my voice. I knew I shouldn't have agreed to humor his sick and experimenting ways.
"Be patient. Just relax. You'll sense it."
I started shaking when I didn't sense anything for the past three minutes he was on top of me. This request was starting to get more sketchy and scary. Soon I heard a low mumble that was barely inaudible. I inhaled and exhaled to slow down my heart rate and listened closely. It was his voice I know, but its almost as if he was telling a secret.
"Sherry..."
My name – he's calling my name as if that was the secret. His voice was kept low, but for some reason it sounded so soothing to hear, like a lullaby making me lightheaded, making me forget the sounds of my neighbors, the dogs outside, the sounds of the city- and –
"Oh…." I let out a small moan when I felt his warm lips on my lower stomach. My toes curled and I wiggled underneath him as he unintentionally tickled my sides when I couldn't see what he was doing. I could only feel the random love bites he left in my abdominal area as he continued to chant my name in a low voice. I wanted him to keep going. See what else he had in store for me. I felt his hands roam across my hips, to my backside, then to the lower parts of my chest and it exhilarated the hell out of me. It made me go insane, proving that I needed to move to an asylum after tonight. I instantly ringed my arms around his neck, just to feel his stiff back muscles since I desperately couldn't open my eyes.
"You're beautiful, you know that don't you?" He stated, instead of repeating my name. My ears wanted to hear more, my body wanted to feel more, I wanted to look at what he was doing to me.
I found myself kissing his shoulder and his neck just to get a subtle taste of him, salty of course from the mild sweat from earlier in the night. But I didn't care, I loved the taste more than chocolate needless to say. I smelled the faint aroma of him once again when he kissed my cheeks and bit my ears. Sure I was blind, and sure I was trapped, but god I was in a whole new world. The end of the world could've been coming and I wouldn't mind if death claimed me at this moment.
"What do you think you're doing? Just relax. " I heard Jake chuckle as he pushed me back down on the bed to stop my mouth from touching his skin. I grunted and felt a smile creep out from me when I heard that playful tone.
Can he be any more desirable at this point? Was this his plan all along? To rile me up again? My body loved his electrifying coarse touch, my ears focused on his harsh voice, my lips and tongue couldn't get enough of his shoulder muscles, and my nose inhaled all of the sweet mild cologne he still had on.
I felt his lips lock onto mine, and I bit him out of instinct. Jake didn't seem to mind, he just removed the blindfolded material out of my eyes and slowly pulled away. I refocused my eyesight and saw him hovering over me with a mischievous teasing grin on his face. The dim lights highlighted his bright blue eyes, and there was a red tint on his cheeks. I could feel my thirsty eyes dilate at the luscious view in front of me.
"Well, how did that make you feel?" Again, with that husky low whisper, complemented with a little laugh. "You feel addicted?"
"… I feel…" My heart pounded through my chest and I started shaking. "… stimulated."
And I immediately attacked him.