My Beauty
In the wee hours of the morning, just one small ray of sun peeked over the horizon.
It snaked through the blinds of an apartment belonging
to one Chris Redfield, falling
upon the slight smile playing on his lips as he slept
on, dreaming about a certain
beauty. A beauty who made his mind scream where she
wore a blue tube top and
combat pants. One who wielded a gun with ease and
faced the undead monsters
without batting an eye. In other words, Chris was
dreaming about Jill Valentine.
He found himself wandering through a field overrun by
wildflowers. He looked
down at himself and saw his chest was bare, and he
wore only boxers. Farther, at
the other end of the field, he saw Jill. She was
wearing a flowing pale pink gown,
and she seemed to be looking for something. He tried
to call her name, but his
throat constricted at the sight of her profile. He
began to run toward her, but then
she turned. The smile of delight on her face was
enough to confirm his hopes. He
knew it! She loved him, just as he loved her! Chris
and Jill ran toward each other,
arms open like a corny commercial, but there was
another figure, coming from
another direction, coming to intercept the two. Who
was it?
Here the slight smile began to fade.
Carlos? What was he doing here? He ran toward Jill,
who looked toward him with
confusion. Chris could tell that she didn't want
Carlos, she wanted him.right?
Carlos embraced Jill, lifting her clear of the ground
and carrying her away. Chris
tried to run after them, but his legs seemed to be
made of lead, they got farther and
farther away.
Chris woke up, panting. He loved Jill Valentine, and
he suspected that she had
feelings for him, too. But there was Carlos. pesky
Carlos, about whom he was
never sure. Did Carlos want Jill? Did Jill want
Carlos?
Chris scratched his rugged cheek, feeling the day-old
stubble that lay there. He
decided to begin his morning there, rising to go
shower and shave.
Meanwhile.
A few mere miles away, Jill Valentine was having a
very similar dream, except with
the roles reversed. Chris was looking for something,
and Jill saw him. She was
dressed in just a bra and panties, and Chris was
wearing merely boxers yet again.
Jill started to run toward him, and when she was
perhaps a few yards away, he
turned. His eyes lit up, and his face cracked into a
wide smile. Jill reached him, and
he swept her up into his arms and kissed her. His kiss
was everything she wished it
would be; it was perfect. She awoke with a smile on
her face. She gently felt her lips
and realized that she still felt Chris' lips on hers.
She lay back on her pillow to think
about Chris.
She knew she loved him; everything about him was
wonderful. When he first joined
STARS, OK, that was lust. But she loved his crazy
sense of humor, his tough
exterior, and his gentle, sweet other side.
She was still naming more of Chris' assets when the
phone rang. She jolted out of
bed and sprinted to the hall phone.
"Hello?" she chirped brightly.
"Hi, Jill?" she heard a familiar voice say.
"May I ask who's calling, please?" she replied, unsure
of who it was.
"It's Chris. Listen, I was wondering if you'd want to
come over today. We could
hang out, maybe go to a movie. Would you like to?" he
asked, barely disguising the
hope in his voice.
Twist my arm! Jill thought. "I'd love to, Chris. I'll
be over in an hour at the most,"
she replied, her face dominated by a huge smile.
"Great! I'll see you in a few," Chris said, hanging up
the phone, breathing a sigh. In
just one short hour, he would be seeing Jill. He ran
upstairs to get changed.
Jill was just stepping out of the shower when her
phone rang again. She threw on
her bathrobe and ran, still dripping wet, to answer
it.
"Hello?" she answered breathlessly.
"Hey Jill, it's Carlos. Would you want to go out with
me to dinner tonight?"
OK, I know that was short, and not very good either.
This is my first fic, so please
review, and flames are welcome, but sparingly, please.
If you have any suggestions
for improvement, please write them down!