Sherry leaned against the doorframe with her arms crossed as he spoke, her lips soon pressing together at the insinuation of his words. So, this is the route he wanted to choose for this conversation. It wasn't as if she had tracked him down needlessly. They had... a routine of sorts. To her at least. They didn't communicate too often to prevent any risk of exposure for either of them. The lives they led— one was never too cautious. It also didn't help that both were too busy or often in odd locations where communication just wasn't on the table.

Still, they did have enough of a pattern of communication that once he has surpassed a certain amount of time since he had graced her with a sarcastic message or two to appease her 'babysitter check-in' tendencies as he alluded to them being, she felt it in her gut that it was worth a trip to make sure something hadn't happened to him. He wasn't just any person— not to the world and... not to her. She cared about him, whether he liked it or not. After everything they went through together, how couldn't she?

REASONS TO CARRY SOMEONE. // @godgenes

[ LAZY ]: sender concedes to receiver's requests for a piggy-back ride home because they don't want to walk anymore, and carries them the rest of the distance home.

Sherry wouldn't say that her stamina is bad. It's actually quite good, likely as a result of forever modified genetics, but everyone has their limits and Sherry is no exception. Besides, this had been a hell of an assignment and this man's insistence on making it back to their hotel before they took even a second to rest was trying her last nerve at this point. It's not that she was against the idea, a nice shower and somewhere soft to crash was definitely calling her name, too, but it wasn't like a quick breather was going to derail the whole journey. If only she wasn't with the most stubborn man in the world.

It had been a little while since they had joined up for something so she had forgotten that he could have a one-track mind like no one else. Unfortunately, the resemblance to herself was uncanny. To hell with that, though. If he was insisting on keeping this pace, she was going to say something.

"Jake- Jake," she called, as the man with his giant stature and long legs was a few paces ahead of her, "If you're gonna keep at this pace then you're carrying me back!" It was supposed to be an empty threat. A way to get him to take pause. He did pause, for a moment, then he looked back at her with a familiar smug grin and she realized her mistake. He always called her bluff.

Jake was in front of her and kneeling as he gestured her to hop on before she even had a chance to blink. This guy. Still, she was tired as hell and if he was offering—

the whole ordeal had started on the premise that claire's anxiety over holding a speech was eating at her from the inside - always used to speak in the name of terrasave, us rather than me; being put on the spot like that has never been her style. and here comes jake catching her while smoking one last cigarette in the balcony, cocky like few will be in these types of events, offering a distraction claire should know better than to accept.

dress pooled at her waist and overflowing at her sides, claire mindlessly grinding against jake's clothes length, at her own pace, chasing her own relief as he whispers praises and filth in her ear. "we shouldn't do this," heaved out as manicured fingers grip tight on his shoulders, a wet patch already forming on the fabric of her panties. "fuck," he starts grinding back into her and claire's world stops, head thrown back and anxiety about her speech long forgotten to leave space to the sudden need of having jake's cock inside her.