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Well.... A dare is a dare. [Smooches @ kinfofthedevil!]

A dare, really more like some kind of binding magical spell! Sherry did believe nor disbelieve in magic, but the feeling of being compelled to fulfill them was just downright unnatural. Sherry let out an exasperated sigh, she not only had to kiss Jake, but then attempt to explain herself in a British accent. Talk about embarrassing. 

Sherry was not easily flustered either. It was hard to anger her, as well as scare or annoy her, but when it came to love and hugs and kisses of the sort, the agent was a confused, blubbering mess. It wasn't easy to gain experience in that field when you're whole life consisted of culture tubes of your blood being tested and military-like training.

Seeing the mercenary sent the blonde's heart pounding. Sherry was never more nervous about something in her life, but the dare kept her from forgetting the whole thing. 

Taking a step in front of Jake, the blonde shyly looked up at Jake through her lashes. She could even feel her face heating up. Damn it, damn it, damn it! Why was she acting like a little school girl?! It was just a stupid little kiss right? Right. If the agent could hold her own against a horde of J'avo, she could deal with a kiss.

Before the other could question just why the hell she was acting so strange, Sherry brought her hands to the side of Jake's face and gently brought it down to hers. She hesitated for only a moment, actually fearing some kind of rejection, before lightly placing her lips on his and lingering for a split second.

Quickly she let go and took a step back, cheeks so red she could feel the heat reaching her ears. The blonde opened her mouth to explain, but only a squeak came out. Oh god! 

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Oooh counter dare, kiss kinofthedevil when his mun is on!

((oh my christ yOURE ALL SHIPPERS ALL OF U

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I Must Be Dreaming (OPEN)

A scream, her scream, it echoed off of walls non-existent, the air rushed past, but none was taken in. A ‘please!’, foxfire eyes, and hand around her neck. Running, running, around and around, the swiveling wouldn’t stop.

Free fall, no flight, just decent. A scent. Cleaners? Dust. A sickening CRACK!

Flower on her chest. The floor, his face, stained red. Electricity, fire, everywhere EVERYWHERE EVERYWHERE—!

The blonde sat straight up, gasping for air and a sheer layer of sweat on her face. Her hands shook as she touched her clavicle. Her forehead. It was nothing, Sherry realized, a terrible dream. The agent let out a sigh of relief and brought her legs to her chest, resting her head on her knees. What had happened? The dream… it seemed so real… So frightening…

Even now, when she was wide awake, very alive, Sherry shook with fear of her ‘death’. Was it really a dream? Of course, how could she doubt her own self. There was no such thing as resurrection… If that were the case then…

The blonde didn’t want to dwell on the past, so she swung her legs over to the end of the bed, walking to the bathroom on unsure legs. The agent grabbed the bathroom door frame to steady herself. Vertigo? Perhaps she just wasn’t quite awake yet. God, her back hurt, though. Walking into the bathroom, Sherry splashed her face with cold water, it was refreshing and cleared her mind a bit. She leaned against the tiled walls, remembering.

Why would she dream of Azazel, of all people? And killing her? Even Sherry knew the man would never do that. Well, she hoped at least. The blonde shook her head, she needed to get fresh air and some tea. That would calm her down. Her heart still raced from the dream. But first…

The agent opened the medicine cabinet, snagging a bottle of ibuprofen and dry swallowing two. Hopefully she would feel better.

Getting dressed, Sherry trapped her boots on and buttoned her shirt to the collar, putting on her light blue scarf. She’d become quite attached to the thing. Walking out into the hallways, the sound of the closing door seemed to ricochet through her head, making it pound momentarily. Putting a hand to her forehead, the blonde willed the pounding to cease.

“Ugh…” she muttered quietly, but soon the throbbing in her head ceased. It was like her first hangover all over again, and it was still none to pleasant. She would be fine, of course, she’d dealt with worse, and the blonde continued her trek to the cafeteria. Hopefully they would have tea— she needed some.