GOOD TO YOU
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Disclaimer: Resident Evil CAPCOM | Plot © SqueezyPeppermint | Song © 투에니원
Summary: [AU] Jessica Sherawat: the girlfriend. Jill Valentine: the best friend. The lines were set but it was still breached with pain just around the corner. RATED M. Valenfield / Sherafield
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Author's Note: Hello guys! This is my first take on a Resident Evil story! I just want to experiment with my favorite couple and it so happens that I'm so inspired today because of 2ne1's song: Good to You. By the way, English is not my first language so please excuse some grammatical errors. I also didn't have the time to proof-read. HOHO. Enjoy and thanks for reading!
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PROLOGUE
She who has you
Probably doesn't have such foolish things
Like tears for you
Not missing you
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I was rudely yacked out of my peaceful slumber by the sound of my mobile phone blaring; my ringtone—which happened to also be my favorite song—sounds so annoying at the moment. I forgot to put it in silent mode once more and I know only one person who'd be so inconsiderate enough to call in the middle of the night: my best friend. I reached out for my spare pillow and covered my face with it, wanting to continue my interrupted sleep. I was so tired and I needed to catch some sleep if I want to pass the exam tomorrow. However, my phone has other plans, for it persisted with its aggravating ringing. I had the thought of reaching out for it and rejecting the call, but that would be so rude.
Yeah, Jill, it would be so rude I want to laugh at you. A sarcastic part of me scoffed. You're such a goody, two shoes.
With a groan, I rolled to my side and crushed that taunting voice inside my head until, finally, the ringing stopped; enveloping my room with serene silence. I waited for a few minutes, testing if my phone would ring again, but it fortunately stayed quiet. I let out a relieved sigh and removed the pillow from my face and settled down for the night; exhaustion slowly eating away at my conscience until I gave in.
I don't know how long I was able to doze off when the sound of my doorbell almost kicked me out my bed; practically hearing my heart thundering inside my ribcage as I bolted upright. "What—Huh?" I was confused for mere seconds to realize what was happening; headache assaulting me with such vigor that I want to slaughter someone.
The buzzing continued, as if telling me that the person outside is getting impatient. I groaned, downright frustrated and murderous but I tried to reason with myself. Maybe it was important and it couldn't wait until morning? I just hope it was because if not, I'll really plunge a knife down this person's gut. Sleep will have to wait, I guess. With a defeated sigh, I jogged down to my front door in only my pajamas, but I couldn't care less. Judging from the way this person was buzzing for me, I could say that maybe it really was important. I also have a feeling that the person on the other side of my door is my very famous best friend.
And I was right.
I pushed myself away from the peephole, unlocked and removed the chain on my door, and swung it open. I tried to keep a straight face but failed drastically when he faced me, looking like an idiot.
"Hey, Jill." He slurred and I barely caught him when he collapsed on me!
"What the hell, Chris!" I yelped, supporting his entire frame by wrapping my arms around his torso; his weight making it difficult for me to stand. I can smell beer and cigarette all over him, aggravating my nose. I can't believe he'd come over looking like this. I want to punch his face in but I can't at the moment. "What happened to you?" I asked, concern finally taking over as I adjusted myself by slinging his arm over my shoulder and dragged him towards the living room, but not without kicking the door close.
My best friend, by the name of Chris Redfield, chuckled and slurred some incoherent words that I barely caught as I pushed him to settle on my sofa before taking a seat beside him, tired from all the laborious work. I need to fucking thank him for making my life so wonderful. Sarcasm here, people!
Silence veiled the both of us. I glanced at his direction and was not surprised to see him already out cold. He was piss-drunk to even mind sleeping on my not-so-comfortable sofa. Why he was in such a state, I don't know and I'll never know until morning, but not before beating the crap out of him for crashing here uninvited and ruining my night first.
Looking at the analogue clock hanging above my wall-mounted television, I moaned in annoyance to find out that it was already 2 in the morning. I stood up from my position and dragged myself up to the guest room to grab a pillow, blanket, and ravaged my closet for a T-shirt three times my size. I took it upon myself to at least make sure that he slept decent. Also, I wouldn't want my living room smelling like shit.
"Think of this as some sort of favor, Jill. He owes you. Again," I muttered while rolling my eyes as I descend towards the living room. Come to think of it, he owed me countless of favors already, yet he still hasn't paid me back. Not that I actually expect him to. After all, it was my own decision to do things for him no matter how much we piss each other off. We've been best friends since our parents started making us.
Of course, keep telling yourself that stupid excuse, Valentine. You know otherwise.
Alright, maybe I keep getting out of my way sometimes just so I could help him. Like doing his homework ever since we were young until we graduated high school, agreeing to his stupid plans of making me act like his girlfriend just to make his real girlfriend jealous, tolerating his obnoxious attitudes, and even jeopardizing my own sleep and possibly affecting the result—not to mention my future as a whole—I'd get in my exam so that he could settle in just fine. Yep, my soul is pure like that. Because, though already 24 years old, Chris shared a behavior of a six year old and being the more mature person, it felt like it was my responsibility to look out for him. Well, him and his younger sister, Claire. Not that Claire is as immature as him. Actually, she's more independent than Chris. Seriously, if I didn't care so much about his wellbeing, I would've lost all my patience a long time ago.
Or maybe I'm giving him less credit here because I'm pissed at him; thus, affecting my better judgment.
Fine! Chris is strong, very manly, and you can depend on him. It's just that… Sometimes, his impulsive nature clouds his rational mind, making him do things that are not suitable for a man his age, you know! His short-tempered nature is what I can't tolerate about him sometimes, but like what I've said, we've been friends for all our lives so I desperately try to accept this side of him and extend my patience more. Also, our families are extremely close so it'll complicate things if we don't endure the flaws of each other.
Finally making it to the living room after what felt like years, I found Chris feeling at home with his position on my sofa. I scowled when my eyes met his shoe-clad feet, haphazardly perched on its cushion. I felt myself wanting to scream while strangling his neck in his sleep. He makes me so angry!
"God, Christopher!" I screamed and swatted his feet off the sofa, stirring the occupant of my beautiful furniture however, not enough to raise him from his dreamless slumber. "Tch, typical Redfield."
It was my own fault for not removing those blasted shoes first. Wait, why am I reprimanding myself here? Obviously, Jill, you are so stupid. If he didn't drag himself here in the first place, then you wouldn't be in this kind of dilemma! But he does look like he's being bothered by something. Oh, god. I'm not going to keep on opposing myself here. This is just so stupid. You are so stupid, Chris! Yes, I'll blame everything to you for being such an asshole!
Realizing that I'd get myself nowhere with all this senseless mental debate, I did what I had to do. I knelt in front of him and started to remove his shoes and socks. God, why'd I have to do this again? I feel like some kind of submissive wife, doing things for her husband, who ultimately cared about nothing in the world rather than his beer and cigarette. Yeah, that's a good way to put it, Valentine. Only you're not his friggin' wife! Maybe I should call his girlfriend and ask her to pick him up? Now, why have I not thought of that before? For an intellectual being, you're so stupid when times call for it, Valentine.
Well, maybe it's because his girlfriend and I aren't the best of friends. We share different ideals and we scarcely concur with anything. In a sense, we just don't match. And I wouldn't forget the fact that whenever I'm within the vicinity with the both of them, she gives me this menacing vibes; like telling me to literally disintegrate from the face of the planet. That woman is insane, I tell you!
Hah! I couldn't blame her if she's threatened because, what can I say? I'm very attractive—cough—and pretty much single. And don't forget that Chris and I come a long way. Well, whatever. That's beside the point. Even if I have every right to bitch, I'll still be a good soul and tell her because that's the right thing to do. I wouldn't want to be the receiving end of her jealousy-induced wrath once she finds out about this. She's a very malicious woman and I, for one, couldn't stand confrontations. I just hate misunderstandings.
Swallowing my pride and ego, I palmed his pockets and fished for his mobile phone. Opening the screen, I groaned when I found out that it's protected by a password. Come on, Chris! What the hell are you hiding? Maybe he has countless porn videos stashed up in this thing. I snickered but let the subject drop when I realized that I'm facing yet another dilemma. It took all my will power to not string a few colorful words and rub it in his face.
"Let's see…" I thought for a while and started to type in his girlfriend's name, only to receive an error. That confused and shocked me. I'm pretty sure that that's likely what he'll use. "Not that, huh?" I typed in Claire's name only to receive the same error. "What the fuck?" Okay, I typed in his name but still. What the hell is his frigging password? I might be this idiot's best friend but things like passwords aren't something you should mess around. Hah, who am I kidding? I'm actually doing it.
Digging for another possible entry, a hilarious thought crossed my mind and decided to put it in, just for fun. It's not like it'll really be his password, anyway.
"Jill sandwich." I muttered as I typed the letters in. Chris would tease me about it back when we were kids although he still carries it until now, much to my annoyance. It was something Uncle Barry said when I was almost sandwiched between the wall and his bookshelf during a heated game of hide and go seek with Chris, Claire, Moira, and Polly. I stupidly squeezed myself between the small gap that Uncle Barry happened to have moved because he cleaned the area and just remembered to push it back at the exact moment I was hiding behind it. Of course when I felt the thing squeezing me, I released a shrill cry and Uncle Barry discovered me there, commenting about it. I can still remember his words like it only happened yesterday.
"That was too close. You were almost a 'Jill Sandwich'." All the while chuckling. Unfortunately, Chris happened to have witnessed the whole thing.
And thus, my very disturbing nickname. That taught me not to hide between anything. Ever. Although that was pretty embarrassing, I considered it one of the best days of my life.
Well, now that I'm done reliving a past, I pushed the 'enter' button and a scowl made its way on my face as I mentally read the words displayed on the screen.
"You have reached the total number of tries. Please try again after a few minutes."
I guess I'll never know if, by any chance, it was correct. Assuming that I came up with the correct password, this stupid thing wouldn't even accept it for security purposes. I'd have to wait for a moment before I could start trying again, which I would never ever dare to do, again. Giving up, I punched his thigh. Damn you, Chris!
Just when I'm about to throw the useless phone on the face of its sleeping owner, it blared to life; sending my heart to my throat. I looked at the screen and thanked the Heavens above. Someone is calling him! "Big Ass? The heck—" I read the caller ID and frowned. Who the hell is this and why the hell would he name someone like this? I briefly sent a glare at him and answered the phone.
"Chris! How long does it take to answer the phone?" The voice practically shouted from the other line, rendering me deaf for a few seconds. God, it's her. I don't know if I should laugh upon knowing her name on his phone or be annoyed that her call caught me unprepared.
Okay, Jill! You just have to fucking stay calm like how you always do!
"Uh, Jessica?" I slapped my forehead. Way to go for being calm, Jill. Just… you are so perfect!
"Jill?" Whoa, there's the contempt. I told you she hated me with a bloody passion. Well, I hate her just as much but I'm mature enough to be civil around her. "Can you explain why you answered Chris' phone?"
Duh, it wouldn't take a genius to know, unless you have a very dirty mind and think about things differently. Gosh, I hate dealing with this woman! I just hate it! Period!
Drawing in a breath, I replied as monotonously as I could muster with my flaring mood. "Well, I was just about to call about this idiot. He came here, unbidden, piss-drunk, and smelling like shit. He's taking residence on my sofa and out cold. Can you pick him up?" I asked in between gritted teeth. I also hate asking this woman for favors.
There was a pause from the other line. I imagine she's contemplating. Really, what's there to contemplate about!? He's your boyfriend so there's no need to contemplate! "Nah, let him. Tell him to call me when he's up." She said and ended the call before I could voice out a protest.
What?
WHAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTT!?
Okay, this is un-fucking-believable! She's un-fucking-believable! If I didn't know any better, she just said that because she doesn't want to be bothered by driving down here and seeing my face so early in the morning. She'll also—might I add—have to fucking drag him out here, into her car, drive back home, and drag him inside her home. She just don't wanna be inconvenienced by her own boyfriend! What a fucking bitch! How the hell does that even work? Oh, I'll fucking grate her ugly face the next time I see her! I had the mind of calling her back and sharing a piece of my mind but that stupid password is hindering me from doing so. I snapped my head to Chris' direction, utterly frustrated.
"You are so fucking stupid for choosing a bitch for a girlfriend!"
Seeing as there's no other way out of this nightmare, I angrily slammed his phone on my coffee table and prepared to take off his olive green shirt. I stood on my knees and propped his back with my arm and removed his shirt with the other. You are not so light, Redfield!
After much struggle, I managed to remove the shirt and tossed it aside. Phew, now that that's over, I reached for the only oversized shirt I could find but the sight of his very naked chest stopped me dead on my tracks. Now, saying 'gorgeous' would be a serious understatement. It's… delicious! Damn, Jessica! I hate her even more, now! Wait—what the hell am I thinking!? This is my best friend I'm ogling! You should be ashamed of yourself, Valentine!
I tried to look away but I fail all the time! I can't just tear my eyes away from such a sight, you know. And now, it begs the question: since when had he gained such mouth-watering abs and pectoral muscles? Sure I see the subtle change in his appearance, since we hang out a lot, but I never actually thought that something this impressive is hidden underneath his clothing. I wonder what it feels like to touch them. Now I'm getting curious.
But, no! I shouldn't think like this! What devil has possessed me to think this way? I'm not even attracted to him! No! He's not my type! He's a pain in the neck and I could not afford losing my mind to such a—but he's so handsome now that I took my sweet time looking at his peaceful face.
No! Jill Valentine, stop this craziness this instant!
Clearly, you're not thinking straight and your brain cells are getting frayed because you desperately need to sleep!
But really, Chris was never handsome when we were young.
Okay, maybe just a little.
I remember calling him a walking stick once because he was and looking at him right now made things very hard to digest. How come such change did not even caught my attention until now? Maybe it's because we fight a lot and I keep calling him an ugly bastard inside my head that I actually believed it? Yeah, maybe that's why. Or maybe I know this all along and I dared not acknowledge the fact that girls throw themselves at him with just a simple glance while I stayed so… plain.
It's not like I opted to stay plain. I just can't manage my hectic life and make time for pampering myself. That's the least of my worries so I don't dwell too much about it. Moreover, it's just not my cup of tea.
With an irritated sigh, I willed myself to stop thinking about the things that will take time to change and just focus on the task at hand. I clutched the T-shirt and found myself holding my breath once more when he stirred in his sleep, a handsome smile on his face while he muttered something in his sleep. I strained my ears to hear what he was saying but couldn't catch anything. I leaned in a little and let out a startled yelp when strong arms wound themselves around me, tightly, as my upper torso rested against his naked chest. My cheeks started to heat up when it dawned to me that our faces were mere centimeters apart. I tensed and raped my hyperventilating mind some reason to pull myself out of this awkward, not to mention very embarrassing, situation. To my agony, I could only stay there, petrified and confused.
Time seemed to stop for me and I felt myself slowly falling to a trance.
A contented sigh escaped his smiling lips, his breath hitting my face. And for a moment, I don't mind the smell of beer permeating my nose. I actually liked it. His warmth and bare skin enveloping me in such an intimate position would've alarmed me but, to my utter surprise, it didn't. Truth be told, it did the complete opposite. I felt secure and safe inside his arms. It's like I belong here.
No! This is wrong, Jill! He's your best friend and, moreover, he has a girlfriend! No matter how much of a bitch she is to you, you shouldn't do this!
I shouldn't!
I quickly pieced my wits together and tried to push myself out of his hold, only to fall deeper into his embrace. My heart and mind raced. What should I do? Mixed emotions kept on assaulting my overloading mind with its tumultuous storm until I was reduced into a mass of uncertainty. I was nervous and thrilled at the same time and it left me horribly perplexed. As my heart hammered vigorously, I found myself staring into his slightly parted lips; tempting me with thoughts of how it might taste and feel like. Swallowing, I shook my head and gritted my teeth. Leave it to Chris to make me feel this way. Heck, what the hell am I feeling, anyway?
How long do you plan on denying?
Denying? Am I even denying anything? It's true that Chris' sudden change in appearance shook me to the core but I guess that's natural and wouldn't account to anything special. It's just that I feel weird around him these past few... well, to be honest, I don't even know how long it has been. But whenever he's around—his eyes trained only on me—I feel an overwhelming sense of happiness; it's as if I'm so special. Whenever we argue, guilt will eat my nuts away until I'm forced to apologize even if I'm in no way at fault just so we can end the dispute and move on to how we usually are. And that time when he stepped inside my house, with Jessica Sherawat in his arms—a very happy expression plastered on his face, one that I've never seen before—I felt my heart churning painfully; like I want to laugh at myself until I break down and cry.
Wait...
Is that it? Was it denial? Am I in denial? Am I denying that he somehow had this hold on me for a long time now? That, in some jeering twist of Fate, I'm attracted to him?
My blood ran cold upon the atrophic actualization of my dread.
Good Lord, no!
As I stayed there in his arms, I realized that for the sake of my sanity and dignity, I need to give myself some space. I need time to think, to find myself, and be away from him.
But things seemed to turn against me when his eyes slowly opened and bore into mine. Right then and there, I want the ground to open up and pull me down below its condemning chasm. I don't know how long we stayed like that, with our eyes locked into a fiery battle, and my heart going like exploding bombs inside my ears. It felt like eternity has touched the both of us as I briefly wondered if all of this madness is actually happening. Or is this all a dream blasting my head off with its blatant lies?
"Jill," He breathed, panting for some unknown reason.
The way my name rolled out of his lips sent thunder bolts up and down my spine and it made something twist at the pit of my gut. I suppressed a shudder when his fingers made contact with the base of my neck in a feather-like touch; heat surging from my cheeks down my neck.
"Y-Yes?" I stuttered, both unsure and anticipating about what would happen next. I was breathless, like I ran a mile or something. We held each others' gaze and I caught an unsettling glint in those hazel eyes; it was so intense I just wanted to melt.
His fingers continued their teasing journey until it reached my jaw. It stopped there for a moment when it reached back to tangle themselves through my hair. The sudden onslaught of pleasure was too much for me to handle as I haplessly clenched my eyes shut, a strangled moan involuntary leaving my throat.
My whole body blazed to life, like fire to wind, when his lips touched a part of my neck. Wave after wave of scorching heat impaled my body when his lips nipped on the sensitive skin of my neck. The feel and thought of him doing these things to me—when I already convinced myself that this was never going to happen in this lifetime—was exhilarating. I moaned when his sleek tongue licked my flesh.
"C-Chris," I gasped, breathless. I threw my head back, giving him more access, as he trailed his way across my neck before hungrily sucking on my throat. My hands resting against his chest curled into fists as my mind tried to decipher just what the hell he was thinking for tormenting me. My breath hitched when he sucked harder; making me lose my mind from the whirlwinds of pleasure.
He tugged at my hair and my whole world crumbled when our lips touched for the very first time. His lips taste and felt ten thousand times better than how I imagined it would be. It was so smooth, and soft, and warm. I can never imagine kissing another lips except his. I heard him growl in pleasure when our lips moved slowly against each other. He was tasting me, feeling me—memorizing the sensation of our intimate touch—as I did to him. The moment has never felt so right, I just want to freeze time and do this with him forever.
Wait.
We can't do this. I can't do this. This is wrong!
I tried, with the last bit of rationale I had left, to calm down and pull myself away from his intoxicating kisses; barely failing when my body reacted violently from having to part from his attention. He looked at me, confusion evident in those gorgeous eyes. He looks so handsome, it should be illegal.
As I stared deeply into those pools of hazel, I had this urge to just leave everything behind and never look back. I have never felt this way for someone. Kissing him only served to fuel the blazing fire of what I'm feeling and my heart twisted. It hurts. My heart wants nothing but to finally reach out to him but I'm too late, so late. Even if I'm in his arms right now, kissing me, looking at me, I know in his heart will never be a 'me'. And somehow realizing this, my eyes watered.
I have to stop before something happens. I have to stop before I regret something that could've been avoided. He's powerless and I can't take advantage of that. I know I can't.
Breaking my heart once more in this stupid night, I spoke. "W-We should stop."
A frown made its way to his face, his palpable disappointment making my resolve thaw. "No. I want to be with you tonight." He whispered before pulling my face down within his reach. His nose touched my cheek, inhaling deeply.
This caught me off guard and made me gawk. "What are you—you're drunk, Chris! You have to rest!" I protested, pushing myself away from him but his strong arms kept me in place. I tried once more, refusing to fall prey into the arms of my death, and gave him a stern look when he persisted. "Chris, this isn't right. And you probably won't remember any of this, anyway." I explained, more to myself than to a very drunk Redfield. But for 'a very drunk Redfield', Chris seemed to understand what I was telling when he nodded his head.
At that moment, I was relieved to find out that I will be able to get off the hook unscathed and without my dignity being further challenged. Chris loosened his hold around me until he finally let go. Pushing myself away from him as if his flesh burned mine, I cleared my throat awkwardly before standing up. He just watched my every move like nothing wrong has happened. It kind of irked me how those brown eyes kind of bore a hole on where ever it lands. The intensity of his gaze, together with his silence, isn't helping the tense atmosphere, either. Right then, I felt the need to just run as far away from him as possible.
"Uhh, here's your shirt. You need to change into that first." I slowly said before looking back at him again, which happened to be a big mistake since I saw him propping his upper torso with his arms, making his muscles flex in a very sexy way. I had to look away before I change my mind into swallow my well-preserved dignity and sate the building need to be with him. "I-I'll get you more pillows. W-Wait for me here."
I did not wait for a reply nor did I look at him as I bolted to the guest room; my heart convulsing the whole trip. As entered the room, I released a shaky breath before pacing. I want to make sense of what had happened back there but my brain seemed to freeze over and it felt like the events weren't even real, as if I was just in a delusional trip with all these emotional revelations.
I rake a hand through my hair and started chewing on my nails, still pacing. Well, look at me! The great Jill Valentine who's so contained and calm all the freaking time is nothing but a mess of fried brain cells and spiking nerves. I can't believe that Redfield would be the one doing this to me! I mean, come on! He's my best-fucking-friend! I can't be like this around him! Yes, I accept the realization but I can't—
I jolted when a distinct closing of the door reached my hypersensitive ears. I whirled around, getting slightly dizzy with the sudden movement. A sense of terror settling down my gut when I saw him standing there, back leaning casually against the door, a hand loosely clutching the knob, an unreadable expression on his face. There's something about the way he looks at me that made my heart froze with doubt. Fear settled in within me; a feeling I've never felt around him before. With that fact in mind, it unnerved me all the more.
"C-Chris?"
There was a click.
I could hear my heart drumming in my ears. It's been beating wildly for some time now and I wondered how long it will take before I go into a cardiac arrest. Seriously! The way his predatory eyes roamed all over my body made me want to cover myself with something.
"Jill," He called out, pushing himself off the door and taking a step forward.
My instinct finally kicked in and it told me to step back. I did.
He took another step while I took a step back.
It went like that for a while until I fell on the soft mattress of the bed with a surprised gasp; my eyes never leaving his. Well, that's not so graceful, Valentine. Before I could stand to my feet, he trapped me and pinned me against the bed, his hands holding mine down.
"What the hell are you doing, Redfield!?" I growled, confused and pissed at the same time. Is this some kind of joke because if it is, I will punch his face to the next millennium! I will definitely not take it lightly; not when my feelings for him finally became crystal clear!
I froze when he smirked and leaned down, our faces inches apart. "Has anybody told you, you look so fucking edible when you're mad?" He whispered, huskily. He took both my hands and pinned them above my head with one hand while the other fiddled with the hem of my blue tank top.
Oh. My. God.
If this is a dream, please fucking wake me up! I refuse to have a wet dream about my fucking best friend! It's just absurd!
A squeal escaped my lips when his tongue traces a pattern on my check before travelling to my earlobe. I couldn't help but release a moan when he sucked and nipped on a sensitive spot that I didn't know existed. "Chris," I whined and half-heartedly tried to push him off. I hissed when his calloused hand reached under the fabric of my tank top and made contact with my stomach; burning my skin with need. An uncomfortable knot started twisting in my abdomen as my body temperature skyrocketed. It's also getting uncomfortable down there that I need to squeeze my thighs together.
I know I'm slowly losing the battle.
If this keeps up, I'll also lose the war.
"Get off me, Chris! You're drunk! You don't know what shit you're doing!" I reasoned with him. I have half the mind to doubt my own words because for an intoxicated man, he sure has a lot of stamina. If it was me, it would take more than a slap to wake me up. However, I scratched the thought away because if you're sober, you wouldn't seduce your best friend into sleeping with you, especially if you have a girlfriend whom you're so in love with. RIGHT!?
I heard him scoff before plunging his tongue inside the cave of my ear, drawing a moan from my throat. "Believe me, Jill. I know."
What the hell does that mean?
•xoxoxo•
So, I love you like this
But why can't you see
My feelings for you?
•xoxoxo•
Author's Note: How was it? Good? Bad? Please tell me what you think. And by the way, this is an AU story so I messed up a few things like Moira and Polly's age and also Barry's relationship with Chris and Jill. It'll be explained soon, though. So, I have to go. See you soon and thanks again for reading!
•xoxoxo•
Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil or any of its characters because CAPCOM owns them! I also do not own the lyrics of the song Good to You, which was featured here. They are owned by YGENTERTAINMENT and 2NE1. [October 18, 2014 | 15:06]