She was not feeling sexy right now. There was always the chance he could get her around to his way of thinking, but if he just wanted a booty call... well, she didn’t have the energy for that kind of effort. She didn’t have the energy to get all dolled up beforehand either.

Jake: :) I’ll be over in about twenty.

Sharon raised her eyebrows, texting him a smiley face in return. She really hoped he didn’t think she was kidding.

Yeah, they’d been hanging out in between the sex stuff, but they hadn’t ever gotten together to just hang out. For a moment she had the impulse to run to the bathroom and brush her hair, maybe put on a little bit of make-up but...

No. She’d warned him.

Besides, she was kind of curious to see how he’d react. Sometimes it felt like they were being a little bit more date-y than casual. And they definitely weren’t going to be able to spend all next weekend having sex - which really was too bad. She’d much rather have a weekend of roll-around, off-the-walls, punani-pounding than have to spend time with her family. Anyway, the point was, it wouldn’t be a terrible thing to just hang out with Jake without the expectation of sex.

As long as he wasn’t coming over expecting sex.

Almost exactly twenty minutes later, her doorbell rang. Feeling strangely nervous, Sharon got up to let him in. His grin when she opened the door, his eyes sweeping over her, said that he liked what he saw just as much as when she was wearing her club gear for Stronghold. Seeing the flannel pajama bottoms he had on underneath his coat, Sharon gave him an answering smile. He had a bag in his hand, which he passed over to her.

“Pajama party, huh?” he asked, stepping inside and shrugging off his coat. Underneath he had on a plain, well-worn, grey t-shirt that clung to his muscles in all the right ways. It was kind of unfair that he looked just as good in pajamas as he did fully dressed.

“Sometimes I just need a lazy Sunday,” she said, opening the bag to peek inside. To her delight, she saw beer, chips, dip, popcorn, and a box of chocolate chip cookies. “You brought snacks!”

“Can’t have a movie day without snacks,” he said, his voice tinged with amusement.

When Sharon lifted her head to beam up at him, he dropped a kiss on her lips... But only a brief one and then he headed into the living room. Huh. Well that felt date-y, she thought with bemusement as she followed him back to the television where Toxic Shark was winding up its reign of terror.

Jake had no idea why he’d just kissed Sharon like that.

In fact, he wasn’t entirely sure why he was here.

He’d wanted to see her.