Tag

Jill huffed and leaned back, stretching. "This is boring," she mumbled. Chris wiggled his eyebrows at her before returning to his paper work. They were in the office they shared with Alpha and Bravo. They were seperate agents, only sent out into the field together. Chris and Jill's desks were back to back, causing the two to face each other when sitting. Niether had a problem with it. It was actually comfortable, even if Jill did have a habit of using his lap as a foot rest. Or forcing him to rub her feet after a long day. He didn't mind that, though, because she always paid him back for it when they got home.

Jill quickly reached across the desk and poked Chris's arm with her finger. "Tag."

He looked up. "What?"

"I said tag," she repeated, poking him again. He shook his head, rolled his eyes, and returned himself to his work. She sighed and kicked him under the desks. "Tag." He ignored her. She leaned across the desks and poked him in the center of the forehead. "Tag!"

He huffed and caught her hand before she could pull it back over. "Tag," he grumbled before releasing her hand.

She touched his arm and pulled her arm back where he couldn't reach it. "Tag, you're it." She grinned and he gave her an amused stare.

Under the desk, he bumped his leg against hers. "Tag." He withdrew his legs from under the desk.

She bit her lip, contemplating how to tag him back. "Chris?" she spoke in a low whisper. Her tone was one she knew he'd pay attention to. She sounded scared and hurt and vulnerable. She knew how to use it for evil.

He looked up, concerned. "What's wrong, Jill?"

She frowned, leaning across the table for a kiss. He leaned in too. Their lips met in a slow kiss and she entwined her fingers in his. After pulling away, she smiled. "Tag!" She stood and left the room as quickly as she could. She heard his irritated growl that meant he accepted her challenge. She jogged down the hallway, thankful that is was empty, as was most of the building that night. She dodged into the staff room which harbored a small kitchen and some tables. She flipped the lights off and slipped behind the island counter.

"Jill?" Chris called. He entered the staff room and flipped the lights on. "Where'd you go?" She dodged out behind the counter and out of the room.

"Bye!"

He turned just in time to grab her elbow. "Tag!"

She swore and turned to chase him. He stuck his tongue out at her and dodged back down the hall. She ran towards him, unable to catch up. Both were in insanely good shape, so a game of tag could last awhile with them.

Chris looked behind him just in time to see Jill fall to the ground with a cry of pain, clutching her ankle. He immediatley went to her side. "Are you okay?" he asked, kneeling beside her. He tenderly touched her ankle, examining it.

"Help me up," she mumbled, fingers digging into his shoulder. He nodded, slipping an arm around her waist and pulling her up.

"Regretting starting that game of tag?" he asked with a smirk.

She grinned and shook her head. "Nope!" She pushed him away. "Tag! You're it!" She took off back towards the office.

He swore. "Dammit!"

She laughed. "That's twice I've tricked you now, Redfield!" She slipped into their empty office again, but he was right behind her. He grabbed her hand and spun her around. Suddenly, he had her pinned against the wall. His lips hungrily claimed hers. One hand rested on her hip, the other against the wall next to her head.

And, of course, someone had to walk in just then.

"Chris, I-" It was Kirk. He froze when he saw the two. "Well, I'm leaving now." He turned and did so.

Jill laughed and Chris resumed his onslaught on her lips. He moved down to the side of her neck and she bit her lip. "We should get back to work..."

"I'm not done tagging you," he murmured into her skin.

"Well, maybe we can continue our game at home." She pushed him away. "Besides," she smirked. "You're still it."


Wrote this because of reasons.