Hello world!
Welcome to my new fic, Just Friends, which is somehow a Cleon spin-off of Hands and Tools. But don't worry; you don't need to read Hands and Tools to fully enjoy this new story. Every chapter could work as a one shot which describes a certain episode of their friendship. But that may change at some point in the future.
I guess there are only two things left to say: I hope you enjoy the reading as much as I enjoyed the writing and... RE still belongs to Capcom ;)
Just Dirty Friends
If the goddamn shoulder hadn't hurt like hell he'd have touched himself. Releasing tension was exactly what could've calmed him down after all he had seen, but the dusty sheets in that old warehouse were just not the right place to just jerk off; especially with Claire and Sherry sleeping in the makeshift bed next to his. After their adventure in Raccoon they had arrived at that abandoned farm in the middle of nowhere, finding canned food which probably saved them from starving, and running water to wash some memories off themselves. However, they weren't staying there for long anyway. Although he had cleaned his wound, the bullet was still stuck in his shoulder. He knew he needed urgent medical attention; and so did Sherry.
He turned his face to his friends. Claire had her back turned towards him and was holding Sherry. How could they sleep that tight after all they went through? He glanced at Claire's curves from behind. She was really a very special girl. She didn't have Ada's incredible femininity. Actually, her beauty was much rougher. But the little time they had spent together she had been one hell of a partner. Almost like Ada...
"Ada." He touched his lips remembering the soft touch of hers. The memory of the woman who had confessed her feelings for him right before her death shot into his mind and caused a strange stabbing in his chest. He had only spent few hours with her; but even so, if he was completely honest to himself, also he had developed feelings for her. It wasn't just because she was incredibly beautiful. She had also proven her courage, up to the point where she saved his life, losing her own right after it. He frowned. But that someone who had thrown down the rocket launcher...
"Don't do that. No." Leon's thoughts about Ada were suddenly interrupted by Claire's soft voice. He looked over to her. She was talking in her sleep.
"I hope you're not dreaming of Raccoon, my friend." He whispered smiling. He froze as he saw how the girl moved, turning her face to him, offering him a wide sight of her cleavage.
He had to turn his head away.
'Look away, you immature jerk,' he thought to himself. His mind was probably playing jokes on him due to exhaustion. And that damn undershirt she was wearing was way too loose. What the hell had been wrong with the clothes she had worn during the day? She had washed them and they were wet, yes…
"Wet…" He took a deep breath, trying to stay serious and calm. But he caught himself looking again, like her breasts were just stronger than his willpower. He didn't even feel the pain in his shoulder anymore. His hand went slowly down to his member and stroked it tightly. Once. Twice. He stopped as a thought came to his mind. Claire had gone through the same nightmare as he had. Maybe also she needed someone to release tension with.
He slowly got up from the bed, almost willing to wake her; and wondering what she'd do if he just kissed her. Would she receive him willingly? Of course they would have to play very quietly. There was still a little girl sleeping in the same room.
His erection was already aching badly. No, Claire wasn't Ada. But it didn't matter. Even if they weren't in love with each other. They could still share that single night; forget together about all those terrifying experiences, only for one moment; and nobody would ever know. He knelt down in front of her.
"Claire," he whispered and approached his hand to her cheek to caress her awake. He stopped when he heard her speak again.
"Don't. Please. Chris."
He stared at her tenderly. He put his hand down and smiled. What a fool he had been. How could he even think about taking advantage of such an awful situation? Claire would have definitely kicked his ass if he had tried anything on her. She was way too worried about her brother to just search comfort in the arms of someone she had just met. A smile popped onto his lips and a part of him admitted that he admired the redhead for her courage. He slowly got up and climbed back into his bed. He was definitely losing his mind. And who wouldn't after all those happenings? He turned around and tried to get some sleep.
As the first rays of light hit the ground they started preparing their departure. They had still a long way before them and couldn't waste any more time. Even with Umbrella probably seeking them, Leon and Sherry needed a doctor to have a look at them. They handed out their ammo between Claire and Leon and took several food cans with them. Claire opened the door and stepped out into the sunlight, the rays drawing beautiful lines around her silhouette.
"So, let's get you two to a hospital," she said shouldering her bag. "I don't think the one in Raccoon is an option any more."
Sherry smiled, wiping away the tired expression on her face as best she could. Leon instead was showing concern when he noticed a sad grin upon Claire's face. Without really wanting it, he suddenly knew what to do.
"Leave us alone."
Claire couldn't believe his words. She just stared at him, shocked.
"You're looking for your brother, right? Just go!"
She trembled. Of course she knew Leon would get Sherry and himself to a hospital, but after all they had been through, leaving them seemed unnatural, unjust. But after the events in Raccoon, the heavy pain on her heart had tightened, and her desperate desire to find her brother had become unbearable. What was she supposed to do? She threw a begging look at Leon, whose nodding head evidenced that he had already taken that decision for her. She swallowed and got onto her knees to hug Sherry. The young girl had been incredibly brave for a child of her age, but at the immediate danger of losing her new friend, tears rolled down her white skin. Her fingers hooked into the fabric of Claire's top.
"I leave you in the best hands of all, Sherry." Claire embraced the little girl with shivering arms. She looked up to Leon, who drew a calm grin onto his lips.
She stood up and pulled him into her arms as well.
"Thank you Leon." Her eyes filled with tears. "Thank you…"
Leon stroked her back. He felt the sudden urge to tell her not to leave, to make her stay with them forever, but he knew it wasn't right. He trembled when his red-haired partner suddenly turned her face around and whispered into his ear.
"If I ever catch you again looking at my tits, I'll kill you, you dirty pervert." She freed herself from his hug and gave him a mischievous smirk. He blushed and turned his head away, embarrassed. Claire looked at her friends for the last time.
"I... I'll be back. I promise!" She said as she disappeared into the wilderness alone...
Thank you for reading :)
