The snow piled higher with each passing week, a constant reminder of time slipping closer to January's end. Jasen's days had become a rhythm of movement—scouting, scheming, and occasionally helping out the community with odd jobs. His nights, however, were spent poring over maps and planning a clean hit on the Iron Serpents.
He stayed low. Quiet. Every step calculated.
Midway through a cold Thursday evening, Jasen typed out a secure message and sent it through an encrypted line to Leo's old media contact, Ben Bertolucci—a freelance journalist with a nose for conspiracy and a taste for trouble.
Message Sent: B. Bertolucci "Plan in motion to bring Irons down. I need you to keep this off the record until end of January. When it hits, have someone lined up on the judge's bench with a pre-approved warrant. I'll send them the final piece to sign off. After that, I'll be sending you information related to Umbrella Corp. What I have now is dangerous, but not complete. That release waits until July. Patience saves lives. Keep this locked down. -J.S."
Jasen exhaled slowly after hitting send. The next phase was almost ready.
He leaned back in his chair, just as a knock echoed from his front door.
Not expecting anyone, he checked the peephole. A familiar face. Jill Valentine.
He opened the door with a faint smile. "Evening."
Jill looked tired but relaxed, hands in the pockets of her coat.
"Hey. I was wondering... you up for grabbing a drink? It's been a week."
Jasen leaned against the frame, eyes scanning hers.
"I got drinks. Food too. Could make you dinner, pour you something smooth. Sound better than a smoky bar?"
Jill tilted her head with a smirk. "That actually sounds perfect."
"Come on in."
She stepped inside, peeling off her coat. Jasen grabbed the remote and turned on a mellow R&B playlist—just enough bass and soul to fill the quiet apartment. Jill moved to the small kitchen table and sat, watching as he pulled out a wine bottle and two glasses.
"Wine okay?"
"Perfect," she said, easing back into the chair.
He poured her a generous glass of red, then grabbed his favorite bottle of tequila for himself.
"I didn't know you cooked," Jill said, sipping as he walked to the fridge.
Jasen grinned. "I do more than shoot and lift weights. I'm making Jerk Pasta."
Her brow arched. "Never had that. What is it?"
He pulled ingredients from the fridge as he talked: chicken breast, peppers, onions, fresh herbs, and a small container of homemade jerk seasoning he prepped last night.
"It's a spicy Caribbean dish. Pasta tossed in a creamy sauce with pan-seared jerk-seasoned chicken, bell peppers, garlic, thyme, and a whole lot of soul."
"You're going to make me fall in love," she teased.
Jasen chuckled and shook his head, grabbing a knife. "Too late for that."
She gave him a playful smirk.
He started chopping veggies with practiced ease. Jill stood and walked over, glass in hand, watching his hands move.
"Need help?"
He pointed to the counter. "Yeah. Have a seat right there."
She hopped up onto the counter, her boots swinging lightly. From that angle, she watched him work. The steam from the pan started rising as garlic and onions hit the oil.
"I forgot how nice it smells when someone cooks with real ingredients," she said softly.
"Fast food's never been my style. Neither is half-assing anything," Jasen replied, stirring.
They sipped their drinks as he worked, heat rising in the kitchen and between them. The music continued, smooth and slow.
Jill toyed with her glass. "You always this good at surprising people?"
"Only when it counts."
"Well, this counts."
He turned and looked at her for a second. She was beautiful under the soft light, her defenses lowered just enough. He smiled, then turned back to the pan.
"Just wait till you taste it."
"You trying to seduce me through food, Jasen?"
"That obvious?"
She laughed, a real one, warm and rich.
Ten minutes later, he served her a plate and sat beside her at the table. She took one bite and closed her eyes with a low hum.
"Okay... I might be in trouble."
"Told you."
They ate slowly, sipping and laughing between bites. For a while, the shadows of their world didn't matter. Just the heat of a meal, the music, and the quiet between heartbeats.
But even in the warmth, Jasen's mind still ticked forward.
The heist was coming.
And tonight was his last moment of calm.
Dinner plates sat empty, forgotten on the counter. The wine bottle was half-gone, the tequila even lower. Soft R&B still played in the background, adding a gentle rhythm to the hum of the apartment.
Jasen and Jill moved from the kitchen to the couch, each with a fresh pour in hand. She curled up into the corner cushion, legs tucked under her. He sat beside her, one arm over the back of the couch, angled toward her.
"So," Jasen said, sipping his drink, "what made this week so rough for you?"
Jill let out a breath and leaned her head back. "Where do I even start? Paperwork piled high, new patrol rotations... and we had a run-in with the Iron Serpents."
Jasen's brow subtly lifted. "Serpents?"
"Yeah. Nothing major, but one of their vans got stopped and the whole thing nearly turned into a shootout. Turns out they've been running unlicensed weapons through a shell company posing as a freight logistics business. Irons shut the whole thing down before it reached anyone higher up."
Jasen sipped slowly, thoughts spinning. So the Serpents used logistics fronts. That could be his way in.
"He really shut it down that quick?" he asked.
Jill nodded. "He said it was a misunderstanding and we were overstepping. But we know they're dirty. Irons just keeps sweeping it under the rug."
Jasen didn't answer right away. His fingers drummed against the glass. It confirmed a suspicion he had. If Irons was personally covering for them, the blowback from a raid could be enough to ruin him publicly.
"How about you?" Jill asked, nudging him with her foot. "You've been laying low lately. What have you been up to?"
Jasen chuckled and gave her a half-truth. "A lot of recon. Reading the city. Making some connections. Got a guy helping me put some investment money into decent places. Might not be here forever, so I want options."
Jill studied him, sipping her wine. "Still playing the man of mystery."
"Something like that."
Their eyes met across the couch. It lingered. Neither of them looked away.
Jill set her glass down slowly. Jasen followed.
He leaned in first, brushing his thumb across her jaw. She tilted her chin just enough for their lips to meet—soft, slow, and searching. Her fingers tangled in his shirt as the kiss deepened. His arm pulled her close, hand sliding across her back.
Jill shifted, moving to straddle him. Her knees on either side of his thighs, she pulled back just long enough to pull her shirt off. Underneath was a laced black bra that made Jasen pause.
"Damn," he whispered.
She grinned against his mouth and kissed him again. His hands slid down her back, gripping her thighs before lifting her effortlessly. Her legs wrapped around his waist, arms around his shoulders, breath warm against his neck.
Jasen carried her down the hallway, his grip firm and careful. The light from the living room stretched only so far. Behind them, the door to the bedroom swung shut.
Jasen would place Jill on his bed softly. he would pull back pulling his shirt off show his muscles which got Jill to stare. He would undress showing a his manhood. She stared again saying "Didn't expect you to be that big now I'm nervous", while she was smiling biting her lip. Jasen would lean in and kiss her lips then take his tongue moving it slowly down to her neck kissing and biting it while she moans and squirms.
Jasen will undo her bra tossing it to the side and taking off her pants seeing her black laced panties. He would suck and lick her beautiful breast hearing her moan loader and squirming. After playing with both he would move his tongue down her stomach and pull off her panties with his teeth. with her legs in the air he would eat her out hearing moans getting loader and loader as she locks her legs around his head will grabbing it. moaning "yes" "yes", don't stop a moment later she screams and cums as Jasen mouth face is drench in her juices and her scent.
Jill will pull him onto the bed kissing him with passion feeling his hard manhood between her soaking wet legs. She whispers I want you so bad. Jasen looks at her stoically and with passion telling her to "then say it". Jill while looking deep into Jasen's eyes with passion and lust say's "Fuck me".
Jill grabs on to Jasen as she feels his manhood enter and penetrates her deepest parts and moans loudly. Looking at him "your so big and so deep". Jasen saying that's only half Luv. Her eyes widen in surprise and he starts moving deeper and harder and she moans loader and loader. Moaning "Yes "Yes" don't stop . her nails clawing into his back and Jasen enjoys every second of that pain and pleasure. Looking deep into her eyes while breathing pushing deeper and deeper inside of Jill. Jill leg locks him screaming "oh god your amazing".
Jill moans as she keeps cuming and cuming, She can feel Jasen's Manhood trembling ready to shoot his first load. Jasen looks a Jill deeply as he strokes inside of her saying "I want you to swallow". Jill blushed while in heat "saying do it" she gets on her knees on the bed while Jasen stands up placing his manhood in mouth as she takes the head and shaft whole gaging somewhat. Jasen feeling Jills tight hot throat squeeze him cums instantly.
As he comes she continues sucking on him harder and harder making Jasen Moans in Euphoria. Jill gasp for air as they both star at one another with lust in their eyes ready to continue.