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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?

"I thought we were well beyond the point of you thinking I would assume the worst of you," she said as she pushed off the wall and took a few steps towards him. "You hadn't checked in within the usual timeframe that you do. I waited a little longer just in case it was a brief lapse in routine, but when nothing came in, I decided that it was best to see for myself," she paused briefly as she tried to get a look at this face through the mirror before she added, "I'm not here because I'm worried you had gotten up to something bad, Jake. I am here because I was worried that something bad had happened to you. Is that so wrong?"

#// threads #godgenes #//sherry is just like 'can you just let me care about you???#let me know if this doesn't work and i can rewrite < 3

haste: for our muses to get intimate with little time available.

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.

"don't tell anyone about this," something uncomplicated would absolutely cause the kind of drama claire is way too old to deal with at the moment. hand reaches down between them, palming at his length before tugging at the waistband. "you wanna fuck me?" crass, she knows - but time is limited. gaze drops in between them, claire biting lower lip at the thought of being taken right there. "come on, i don't have all day."

#answered.#godgenes #boy toy era. i don't wanna think about where this is happening