Lovesong
a/n: not proofread we die like william birkin... something small and silly because I just really wanted to write shake. erm this is ass but jake/sherry canon trust !
ao3 link - https://archiveofourown.org/works/81876996
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Silence, filled only with the dull roar of a car's engine, spread across the vehicle after just seconds of the end beep of a telephone.
He always did worry, even if he tried not to show it.
It had barely been moments before he had called last. He refused to be left unupdated even though it was a simple drive back home. Well, it wasn’t JUST a ride home. The woman had been gone for quite a bit, and though he certainly trusted her, it wasn’t distrust that prompted the countless phone calls. No, it was something far different, a concern.
The woman had been out working for a while, not months or weeks, but a mere twenty-four hours in the office. However, that was twenty-four hours away from him--away while sick. The distance bothered him a little, only because his heart yearned for her, and oh, how he could never have enough of yearning for her. He had her now, and he wasn’t letting go, regardless of what came their way. Even if it was an infection, an infection that held no cure, or so they had thought before.
So, one could imagine why he was reluctant to see her go off to work, even if she was only going to be sitting in an office instructing. He urged her to rest, have someone else in that “Government shithole,” as he put it, and go and fill in. Although the man knew she was the singular one who could’ve done the job.
The blue-eyed man would attempt to occupy his mind while she was away, but that was futile. Every hour, she’d get a message, or a call, asking if she was doing alright, reminding her to take her medication and breaks. When he received a call from the delighted woman, explaining that the mission was successful and that Leon S. Kennedy was bringing home a cure, which Grace Ashcroft had found and obtained, he was beyond relieved.
Now, all he could do was pace around the home, waiting for his beloved to make way home. If anyone could even call it waiting. Countless calls, as mentioned before, messages, and staring out the window as if the headlights of her car would appear faster.
He was far from hiding his concern.
Tires rumbled against the road as gloved hands turned the wheel, making a left into a familiar driveway. Driving up the driveway, she found her usual spot and pushed on the brake, pressing the engine off with a click of a button. As she unlocked the car, she reached for the door handle; however, the car door abruptly opened, causing her to slightly jump in her seat.
“Sherry!” The deep voice called out in relief, yet the voice still held a tang of deep worry. Sherry met the concerned face of her lover with a soft, reassuring smile.
“Hey, handsome. Hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long.” The blonde spoke in that cute, cheerful tone of hers. A tone he hadn’t heard in a long while, he’d only heard her attempting to mask her pain by fabricating that tone. Hearing it now, no masking, just raw happiness, goodness, it was music to his ears.
“Oh, Sherry…” He murmured, filled with affection that could only be shared between those who’d given their all to each other. He didn’t waste time, gently pulling her out of the car and into his warm embrace. She felt his bare chest against hers, which was covered by a pretty white blouse. Her gloved hands pressed warmly against the toned muscles of his upper back; they were flexed with how tightly he held her.
“Jake-” Sherry started, unable to suppress a giggle from the tightness of his hug, and the fact that he’d run outside in only sweatpants. “Jake, it's freezing out here. You’ll get sick. Let’s get inside.” Jake paused for a moment, as if he’d forgotten how silly he looked. The weather went unnoticed by him; he could only think of one right now, and that was Sherry. He pulled back just enough to look down at her. Her warm smile was all he needed to heat up from this temperature. Sherry tilted her head just a little, as if telling him to snap out of it and listen to her, but also admiring the handsome face she, oh, so missed.
“Right-...inside,” Jake finally pulled back, yet not fully. He made sure to grab a hold of her hand, guiding her to the steps of their shared home and inside himself, after closing the car door for her. The house was mostly dark, a small light shone from up the stairs, and the moon illuminated enough through the windows. Once in the safe haven of their home, Jake closed the door and locked it behind them. He immediately turned to face Sherry, who was kicking off her heels.
Jake was mere seconds from doing a once-over of her to check if she had been fully cured and was no longer in pain, but he realized she must have been absolutely exhausted. So, his large hand found the small of her back and gently guided her along. Sherry lifted her eyes to his, grateful for his unspoken care. Jake always did this, jumped to show her the utmost caring. It wasn’t long before they reached the bedroom. It was dimly lit with a singular lamp on the bedside table. The other lamp remained off; its base glowed from the shine of the moon.
“Want anything? Water? Foo-”
“I’m fine, Jake. It’s alright, really.” Sherry’s soft voice cut off Jake’s worried one, which received a little worried huff from him. Her lips curled into a wider smile. He was so cute it made her heart ache. Before she could say more, he was already having her sit on the bed. He slowly lowered in front of her, just enough so he was level with her. His rough, calloused fingers carefully took hold of her gloved hands, pulling at the leather tips. Successfully removing the leather gloves, he placed them to the side. He analyzed her palms and fingers, not leaving one inch unchecked.
“Baby, it’s gone. All of it.” Sherry reassured him, but also reassured herself in the same breath. Her words sounding unbelieveable even to her.
God, he could almost cry. An ocean of relief washed over him, his eyes almost unbelieving the cured sight in front of him. His fingers trembled just slightly. It felt as if the largest boulders had been lifted from his shoulders. In words, he could not describe the immense feeling of solace he basked in. Jake lifted her fingers ever so slightly, bringing them up close so his breath fanned across them. Eyes fluttering shut, his lips pressed lovingly against her slender fingers, planting kisses that carried a million words of affection. No signs of the virus marked her body any longer. The terrifying black decay had faded away, leaving that same beautiful skin he worshipped against his lips.
His eyes shot open. His attention suddenly shifted to the drawer to his left, where he reached his free hand out to, pulling it open and digging in it for a moment. Pulling out a familiar, small leather box, he easily flicked it open with his thumb and placed it on the bedside table. Two fingers pulled out the shiny ring that lay inside. Without wasting a moment, he slid it right back onto her ring finger.
A token of their love, a symbol of an everlasting bond between them. A wedding band that glinted in the lamplight, matching his own. With the virus taking a toll on Sherry’s body, she was forced to remove the ring, unable to keep it over the black decay that infected her very finger. Her husband, Jake, pressed another chaste kiss to her fingers. His wife, Sherry, gazed down upon him as if he were the most precious thing in the world, which to her, he was.
“I love you,” Her lover’s voice broke through the silence. He may not have said it so frequently, but he meant it more than anything in the world. Jake’s eyes met hers, the ones he could see his entire future in. Before she was able to respond, he leaned up and captured her lips in an almost desperate kiss. A kiss confirming it wouldn’t be his last, that she was truly okay, and this virus was a threat no longer.
He’d be able to feel her lips against his once more, and for as many more moments as he’d wished to.