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Disclaimer: I don't own anything in this story! Capcom does!

It's my first Chris/Jill fic. So if it's bad...Feel free to tell me, I don't mind flames.

Also, I thank Rusts for being my Beta =D I dunno where I'd be without you hehe.

This one will be a bit short ! I promise it'll get longer as more chapters come :)

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Next To Nothing : Chapter One

The ticking of the clock was driving her insane. It was too quiet for her liking. Jill Valentine set the book down onto the table in front of her and got up from the couch. As she did so, her gaze traveled to the figure across the room who was sitting down and managing their bills. His back was to her and she hoped he wouldn't turn around and spot her staring. The contours of his muscles were visible through the white long sleeved shirt he wore and her fingers itched to feel his bare skin under her fingertips. She sat there watching him for a good half hour before he abruptly put his pen down and twisted his body to her direction. Jill took a sharp intake of breath. 'Busted.' His dark blue eyes glinted behind his dark-rimmed spectacles as he brushed a strand of his hair away from his forehead. He stared at her before getting up to sit down across from her on a wooden chair.

"What are you up to?" He raised an eyebrow, smirking a little. "I can't concentrate on paying the bills for the flat if you're just sitting there staring. I can feel it." Chris watched in amusement as her pale skin flushed and her cerulean blue eyes look everywhere except at him.

"W-well, I have nothing else to do." She mumbled, biting her bottom lip in embarrassment. "And you looked really concentrated..."

His eyes flickered to her lips and he clenched his fist. 'Control Redfield. Control. You'll scare her.' She was just too cute right now and he wanted to kiss her delicious looking lips. "It's getting late, Jill. Why not go to sleep?"

"Maybe in a bit." She yawned and stretched her arms out. "Why don't you go to sleep then, Chris?"

"These bills aren't going to pay themselves." Chris gazed at her sternly. "And I'm expecting a call from someone." He took out his blackberry and waved it in the air.

Jill paused and immediately looked at him straight in the eyes, her eyebrows knitting together. Her arms fell to her sides and she tilted her head by a fraction, "Who?"

"No one you should concern yourself with." He replied flatly. "I just have to make a couple of arrangements with her and that's it." He was pushing his luck and wanted to see how far his bluff could go.

"Her?" She drawled out slowly. She felt kind of annoyed that he'd be talking to some woman at this time. It was past midnight already for Christ's sake! 'Wait....' Realization dawned on her. Is that why he wanted to get rid of her so badly? So that he could talk in private with this woman? Maybe she was just being a nuisance to him. Suddenly feeling deflated, she stood up. "Well, okay...you don't need to tell me again. Uuh...I guess I'll get going now." She started making her way to the door, her feet dragging against the carpet. It was clear to her that he wanted to be alone.

Chris watched as she started walking away. Why had she given up so easily? He knew Jill's curiosity had always gotten the better of her. But this time it didn't. And really, he felt disappointed. He was hoping to get her jealous but apparently it hadn't worked. When she opened the door, he fisted both hands and stealthily got to his feet. "Did I say we were done?" He shut the door as fast as she had opened it.

Gripping the doorknob, Jill tensed, feeling his body against her back. He had one hand flat out on the door and his other hand played with a lock of her hair. "Did I ever tell you how much I like you're hair long?" She shook her head and gulped. His hot breath against her ear sent a chill across her body, making her shudder. "You cold?" He ghosted his fingers down and then back up her bare arms, "Maybe if you didn't wear a tank top you wouldn't be." His hand stopped at her shoulder, his fingers wiggling themselves under the strap of her top and bra. She felt the cool air brush against her bare shoulder as he slid it down.

"What-" Jill felt her cheeks heat up as she felt his lips on her skin. She didn't know how to react when he placed both of his hands on her thighs and pulled her close as he ravaged her neck. "Chris.." His name came out as a short pant as she let go of the handle and dug her hands into his hair to push him away.

She felt a low rumble in his chest as he growled, "Don't tell me you don't want this." Chris said harshly, grabbing her wrist, as he spun her around and pushed her against the door. He pinned her hand over her head and pressed his body against hers, making sure to apply more than enough pressure down below.

Jill found herself moaning his name against her will. She looked at him, their faces were so close that she felt his breath against her lips. "Tell me if you don't want this. I'll stop." Chris snaked his other hand down the back of her plaid pajamas and groped her ass, pushing his noticeable erection against her crotch. He watched hungrily as Jill pushed her head back against the door, her eyes closed and her breathing all ragged. Taking the opportunity, he placed hungry open mouthed kisses along her jaw, chin, cheeks,eyes, everywhere but her lips. "Do you want it Jill?" He asked, scraping his nails along the side of her thighs.

"Oh god, I want it." Jill panted out desperately as her other hand grabbed the side of his face, giving in completely. She leaned forward eagerly to capture his lips. Chris put a hand on her neck softly, stopping her.

He took a step back from her and Jill leaned against the door supporting herself, feeling her knees weaken because of him. Clearing his throat, Chris shoved a hand into his pocket and grinned. "Good night Jill."

If she wasn't so hot and bothered right now, she would've given him an ass whooping and an earful of curse words. "What...?" Once again she felt her cheeks heat up. Feeling too embarrassed to say anything else, she hurried out of the room.

When her heard her door slam, Chris ran a hand down his face and groaned. "She'll be the death of me." Looking down at his very obvious erection protruding from his pants he made his way to the couch and sat down . So badly did he want to have his way with her, but he didn't want to force her. He wanted her to be the one who came to him.

He'd just have to wait and he was willing to wait forever for her.

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DONE!! Thank-a-youuu!!

I feel that this is extremely short! I swear I'll make the next chapter worth it.

Review if you want :) I would highly appreciate it though.