Notes

This is a idea I took from a different story I had written, changing the characters for a better theme. Contains death, sex , drug abuse, and abduction. Story set before and after the events of resident evil six

Claire

She groaned at the sun.

Claire usually didn't mind a little sun on her skin,but now as her head was starting to pound so hard, all she wanted to do was to shut the drapes. But scouldn't move, it was as if a freaking giant weight was pressing her body, crushing and pushing her further into the soft bed. She couldn't even open her eyes, heck, She couldn't even do anything with the aching feeling between her thighs.

What is wrong with me? What the hell did I do?

The sudden urge to throw up was there but she didn't have any strength in her body, not to mention how annoying this snake on her waist felt. Well, it did feel like a snake; it was long, heavy and warm. But it also felt strong and...wait, snakes don't have fingers?

Alarmed by the feeling of warm fingers dancing along her stomach, She slowly gathered her strength and opened her eyes.

The sun blinded her. Shocked with the sudden light that she jerked away and fell off the bed, hard. Claire groaned at her clumsiness and shut her eyes as tight as possible. Fuck. This headache was killing her. As she tried to fight the pain away, there was some shuffling on the bed and a weird noise that kind of sounded like an amused laugh.

A guy's amused laugh.

Her eyes snapped open before she tried to focuse her surroundings. The walls were a light blue, there was a few pictures she didn't recognize. Holy shit. This. Was. Not. Her. Room.

The air condition felt exetremly cold on her body, and then she wondered; why? That was when Claire checked herself and found that she wasn't wearing any clothes. At all. Not even underwear. At this moment, she panicked. The panic easily changed her dizziness and I was aware how naked she was...and how she heard the same guy's voice. But this time, he was clearing his throat.

Claire cursed silently. No wonder she was aching between her thighs. Then her eyes widened at the realization of what might of happened last night...god no.

She snatched the soft blanket that was hanging from the bed and carefully wrapped it around herself.

Piers...

She nervously stood up and braved herself to finally take a glance at the man who seemed to be the one she was searching for.

Claire inhaled sharply as her eyes landed on his glory nakedness his manhood was glory. She blushed slightly before checking his face, who was looking up at her with a smirk. The moment his hazel eyes came in the view, She froze.

She didn't know what else to do so she found herself just standing there, trying her best to avert her eyes not to look down at his…you-know-what. She was so dumbfounded. Claire knew she had ruined it.

She felt her mouth opening, but no sound , the sight of him made her brain stop working, so instead of finding a normal thing to say, She found herself sighing deeply with adoration in my eyes. "…wow."

His low chuckle sent shivers down her spine. Goodness, Claire forgot she had a crush on this guy.

On second thought, she didn't actually mind that she slept with him—she was kind of flattered, to be honest—but sleeping with him was going to change everything. They had exchange a few emails at first, they then went few dates, talked about work, friends, family, lifers. Shared hopes and dreams but Claire wanted to take it slow, not ruin it by rushing things...but now...She was home alone the night before, Piers had been out with a few of his buddy's watching a football game and asked if she wanted to come join him for a drink after. BIG MISTAKE.

She opened her eyes before they landed on his, finding them blaring with desire. This was not good, not good at all. She gulped nervously. "W-why did we do this?"

He frowned. "What do you mean? You didn't like it?" He asked almost sounding disappointed.

Her eyes met his gaze.

"Well...um... I did, but wish I hadn't happened so soon".

He looked at her her with a sheepish smile. " I actually really like you Claire, I don't regret it. Unless you do?"

She gaped at him blushing. "Yes and no...Could you do something about your...uh…?" She pointed towards his lower waist giggling.

Before she knew it, he yanked her on top of his strong chest. Oh, his male anatomy was harder than she remembered. Claire shut her eyes and shoved the naughty thoughts that suddenly appeared in her head out. She placed her hands on his chest, trying to push herself up but failed miserably as her hands slipped down, making Claire fall onto his body while he just kept on grinning at her like a stupid idiot.

"Piers..." She finally breathed out heavily. She wanted to call his name and tell him to stop holding her, but it came out wrong and husky that she felt him wrap his arms tighter around her.

He groaned and kissed her shoulder. "Claire..."

Damn it! And here she thought a solider who looked up to her brother so much would never got near her because of some honorary code.

Okay, that was stupid. But hey, she was older than him, and Chris's colleagues never took notice of her because Chris never let them.

And now she was in the arms of Piers, who wanted her, who wanted to scream her name and who's long member was getting hard on her thigh. How ironic.

She struggled and wiggled from his grasp before he flipped her, crushing his weight on her.

"God, you're heavy," She said giggling.

"Babe, you didn't mind it last night." He gave her a mischievous smile.

She glared at him. He ignored her and started to kiss the crook of her neck, as Claire shut her eyes again.

A shingling feeling of pleasure shot right through her as he thrust his hips slightly toward one of hers. She found herself getting out of breath as one of his hands cupped her breast slowly. This shouldn't be happening. She bit her lip at the feeling of his touch on her body. No, don't respond. No...

"We...we...should..." It came out breathlessly as his hand played with her breast. Somehow the blanket that was wrapped around her body was now all wrinkled up, exposing her upper body. Piers took her right nipple in his mouth and glided his tongue there, making a pattern that made her feel all giddy with excitement. She moaned quietly, which made him smirk.

"Why? Don't you think this is fun?"

"Piers—holy shit." She moaned louder as his hand slipped up her inner thigh. Claire could feel his fingers massaging her slowly, torturing her with his skilled fingers as he slipped inside her, and then out, and then in again while his thumb teased her even more.: where the hell did the blanket go?She stopped caring, she was anticipating what was going to happen next.

He began to kiss her lips and she found herself kissing him back. This was so, so wrong. She was about to have sex with him...again. But then again the damage was already done. They couldn't go back to just flirty dating anyway. What harm could one more time do, anyway?