Disclaimer: I don't own Resident Evil, though if I did, I'd sue Paul Anderson for ruining the series.
Restless
Chapter 1: New Territories
Escape was so close, they could nearly smell it. All they needed to do was remove the wall and then, freedom! Slowly, Steve Burnside turned his head, with a smile on his face, and stared at Claire Redfield from the control panel were he stood; all he could do was stare at her beautiful form. Her body was perfect: slender, yet strong and sturdy; wasn't just her body that was perfect, she herself was perfect. He lost himself, just gazing at her form, leaning over the railing, legs in a comfortable position. He was so lost that he barely heard her yell his name, "Steve!"
When he realized what was going on, it was too late, the vehicle he was moving with the crane had hit a poisonous gas pipe. Soon the gas leaked into the air. Steve was horrified, filled with fear, shame, and self hatred.
"Steve, we've got to get out of here!" Claire yelled as she ran for the door. "Steve!" she yelled again, this time turning around and grabbing the boy by the arm and pulling him out the door with her.
Once out of the room that was rapidly filling with gas, Claire leaned against the cold, hard, steel door for a moment to catch her breath and allow her heart to return at a normal pace. Steve turned away and hung his head like a young boy on a baseball team who had just struck out and lost the game. Catching on his vibe, Claire walked up to her companion and softly touched his upper left arm.
"Hey? It's okay, don't worry about it," she said gently, caressing his arm.
"Claire, I am so sorry. I really messed up this time." His eyes closed and head hung completely toward the ground, feeling nothing but absolute shame and disgust for himself.
"Steve," Claire moved directly in front of him, putting her left hand on his right cheek, slowly moving it down to his neck and onto his shoulder, "Listen to me; we're going to make it out of here, okay? We're going to make it out, together."
"Together?" He looked up, into her ocean clue eyes, with the faintest smile on his face.
"Together," she confirmed, gently squeezing his shoulders, never breaking the eye contact. Slowly, her right hand moved upward from his arm to his neck and she smiled again, looking deep into his eyes. The passed few hours, she had really gotten to know him after he let down his wall and showed her his real self. Everything she learned about him, she grew more attached to. It all went by so quickly, yet, for the small time she knew him, she felt this connection, this special connection with him. But it wasn't just a connection, it was an attraction. From the moment she first saw him, jumping off the ladder from the watch tower, she immediately thought him quite handsome, and even had a nicely shaped physique. And within the past 24 hours, feelings inside of her changed and grew. She didn't care when she found herself reaching up toward him, slowly, and him leaning downward; she knew exactly what was about to happen. "Together…" she whispered before the gap between their faces closed by their lips meeting.
'Finally!' Steve's mind screamed. Unconsciously, his hands went to Claire's waist as their kiss continued, slowly both pushing or pulling each other toward the wall. Feeling the coldness on his back through his thin clothing, Steve barely made a movement or noise of discomfort.
Very soon, the kiss began to spill with urgency, both teens needed this release of frustration and needed a healthy dose of bliss. The kiss quickened its pace, lips were becoming bruised and mouths being opened, tongues exploring and sensations thought long gone, returned with a vengeance. Claire's hands found the collar of his black over shirt and clutched on, gripping tightly, her lips working overtime in a battle with his. As their heated kiss continued to grow, Steve gripped Claire's waist and turned them both around so that it was now Claire who was pinned against the wall. Despite the cold, Claire continued her onslaught, gripping tighter at his clothing. Hands began to roam, and Claire's hands found themselves under Steve's black over shirt, just as his grabbed and basically clawed at her thighs. Without thinking, Claire jumped upward, Steve catching her as she wrapped her legs around his hips, gripping, making sure they were close enough, tight enough; Steve pushed Claire harder into the wall to make sure he wouldn't drop her, as her hands wrapped around his shoulders to bring him closer.
It took all their strength, but the need for oxygen finally pulled them apart, both taking in giant gulps of air, both feeling the heat between them. Without a word, they locked eyes, wanting so badly to continue what they've been wanting and needing for so long, but logic was strong, and it was Claire who finally spoke out what both teens were thinking, "We should… Probably… Look for a map-"
"To find… An alternative shut off valve for the gas. Gotcha." He couldn't hide the fact that he was disappointed, he tried, but failed.
To say the truth, when Steve lowered her back to the ground, Claire was disappointed herself. She knew how heated they were getting, and quite frankly she wanted more, she wanted to go further; and telling by the bulge that had grown in Steve's pants, she figured he wanted to go further also, but they needed to keep their heads clear and straight. They could fool around when they escape.
"So," Claire started, and she fixed her pony tail a bit, "Maybe we could check that office. We might find something useful." She finished her hair, and stood placing her hands on her hips.
"Uh, yeah. Won't hurt to check it out," Steve said, fixing his collar. He looked at Claire and gave her a small smile.
Smiling back, Claire took a step forward and both teens began to walk along the pathway toward the big double doors. Before reaching the doors, Claire, walking next to Steve on his right side, touched his hand and laced her fingers with his.
Looking down at their hands, Steve smiled and gently squeezed the small hand within his and rubbed her thumb with his. He felt better now.
The walk down the stairs and the quick pace through the short hallway into the office, was a piece of cake. Once in the room, Steve looked for a light switch; finding one, he flipped it on, and a tiny lamp on the desk flickered on, giving the whole office little light.
"Um, I guess I could go through the desk while you check out the papers on the coffee table?" Steve said.
"Sounds like a plan," Claire replied.
Steve smiled at her and covered her hand he was holding with both hands before dropping it and walking toward the desk, as Claire sat on the futon couch. The pair began to rummage through piles of paper, several had coffee stains or tears. After what felt like a million minutes of searching, Claire grew tired of the silence between her and Steve.
"Steve? Can I ask you something?"
"Sure," Steve replied, not moving from behind the desk.
"Are you-" she began, but stopped, deciding it was probably best not to be so blunt, "How many girlfriends have you had?"
The question kind of surprised Steve, the only other person to ask him that had been his second, and most recent girlfriend. "Uh, two. But there weren't that serious. It was just a few dates."
"For both?"
"Well," he thought for a moment, "I guess the second girl was a bit more serious than the first… But it was only about two and a half months."
"Oh? What happened?" Claire became interested and she began to ignore the piles of paper in front of her, wanting to listen to Steve rather than rummage.
The papers forgotten, Steve continued, "Eh, we just didn't click, ya know? In a relationship, I want someone who gets me, I want to get her. I want to feel that click. Ya know?"
"Yeah…" Claire said softly as she looked at him, "Did you ever… Um… Sleep with them?"
"Huh!" Steve nearly fell out of his chair. Now that was a question no one had asked. Worse, he felt his face burning and could only guess he was turning completely red.
Claire felt a little silly now that she asked, but the question was already out in the open, so she repeated, "Have you ever slept with anyone before?"
"Uhhh," Steve grew a bit nervous, "Yeah! Of course I have! I mean… Lots of… Yeah! I have." He tried desperately to sound proud and confidant, but he could tell he was failing miserably at it.
"You never slept with anyone, have you?"
After a long pause, "No."
Claire laughed, she found it absolutely adorable that he flustered so badly. His blush was visible to her even through the dim light, and she noticed he was getting more embarrassed, which caused her to giggle even more.
"Yeah, yeah," Steve groaned, "Keep laughing at the virgin." He noticed her calming a bit as he sat back in the chair, "And what about you, huh? How many boyfriends? Are you a virgin?"
When her laughs calmed, she replied, "A few boyfriends, only one that was serious," she paused, then continued, "I did everything with him… Except that. We did everything else except sleep together."
Steve found this intriguing, "Oh? Why?"
With a shrug, Claire replied, "We ended up breaking up because he cheated on me. He called me a prude, when really… He was so damn hairy I really didn't even want to see him naked and looking like the missing link or something!" she laughed. This little story also made Steve laugh.
Soon they're laughter entwined and one's laughter fed the other, and vice versa. And again, the laughter grew, not only from the hilarity of the story, but also because of their current situation, stuck in Antarctica with someone suffering from disassociate identity disorder, and possibly other psychosis, yet, they could not help but laugh. After several minutes of laughing, they finally calmed a bit, and through deep breaths, Claire finally answered, "Yes, I am a virgin."
With a smirk, Steve said, "Figured, since you didn't want to lose it to some furry woodland creature." And again, they shared a laugh together.
Soon, Claire became so induced with laughter, she leaned backward, her back smacking the tip of the futon, then suddenly, it rolled out flat. The sudden movements startled Claire as she let out a gasp and fell flat on her back against the pad, yet her head did end up hitting the wall. 'Ow! Great, another bump to keep the other two company,' she thought to herself as she rubbed her head; her laughter stopped.
Within a few seconds, Steve was right at her side, alert and worry painted all over his face; he kneeled on the floor and reached for one of Claire's hands and her shoulder, "Claire? You okay?"
Rubbing her head, Claire smiled at Steve, 'He's so sweet.' She locked eyes with him, feeling that heat beginning to spark once again, "Yeah, I'm good. Just clumsy."
Steve moved his hand to her cheek and gently caressed it, "Good."
Slowly they began moving toward each other.
"Steve…" Claire whispered, mere inches from his face.
"Yeah?"
Without even responding or saying a word, Claire placed her one hand on his shoulder, the other on his neck and closed the gap between their faces yet again, bump on the head forgotten, as the heat took over. The kiss grew, it became rough once again. As they kissed, Steve's hands roamed around Claire's torso, touching her exposed skin on her abdomen and her back.
It was now or never, Claire decided as her hands moved under Steve's black over shirt once again and she began pushing it off his shoulders. It didn't take long at all for Steve to realized what Claire was trying to do, without breaking their kiss, he pulled off his over shirt, exposing his lean and slender muscles on his arms from the yellow tank top he wore. Running her hands over his shoulders and biceps, Claire grew more hot and more antsy. She grabbed the buttons on her vest, but since Steve's hand was already there, he took the liberty to unbutton them before sliding off her vest, leaving her in her thin, black, mid sleeve shirt, which, Steve noticed in between kisses, really extenuated her breasts.
Slowly and casually, Claire lowered herself onto her back on the futon, pulling Steve on top of her. The kissing continued, never breaking as both Claire and Steve worked hard at kicking off their boots and setting themselves comfortably on the futon.
For a moment, Steve broke their kiss. He hovered above Claire, almost in a push-up position, looking down at her. He was incredibly nervous. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out where this was leading to, if they continued. Looking down at Claire, Steve froze, unsure of what she wanted him to do.
Sensing his anxiety, Claire smiled and brought up her hand to touch his cheek. Raising her head, she gave him a small and soft kiss before lowering her head again.
"You okay?"
"Um," he blushed a bit, "Yeah, honestly."
With a small giggle Claire said, "I am too. But, I'm sure I want this. You're definitely not a furry woodland creature."
Steve chuckled, "Thanks. Um… I want to also. But… I'm-"
"Nervous?" Steve nodded, and Claire smiled "I know. Me to."
Sitting up, straddling Claire, Steve removed his tank top and tossed it aside. Unable to contain her blush, Claire looked at Steve's toned chest, she grew a bit more excited. Slowly Steve leaned down, placing his hands at Claire's sides, he ran his hands up and under her shirt, lifting it. Claire extended her arms and Steve removed her shirt completely revealing her simple black bra.
He had to look, she was amazingly beautiful in his eyes, she was a goddess. He pulled her up toward him so that now they were both sitting up right. Slowly and gently he kissed her, placing his hands on her shoulders, gently rubbing them. With ease, he trailed his kisses down to her neck as one hand moved to her back and fiddled with the hooks on the bra that held her C cup breasts. It didn't take long at all before he was able to unhook it. He brought his hands back up to the straps on her shoulders and slowly began to slide them off with ease; once off, he dropped Claire's bra on the ground to join their other clothing.
With the intention of lowering her back down slowly, Steve misjudged his strength, and sent both him and Claire flying back down onto the futon. She clutched onto him, as her back hit the futon, and she couldn't help but laugh. Steve smiled and blushed a little, "Sorry about that."
Claire shook her head, "It's okay." And she kissed him again, this time moving the two of them onto their sides as her left hand traveled down his right side. Once her hand got to the top of his cargo pants, she felt around to find the buttons. As soon as she found them, she began to undo them and unzip his pants. Before she could finish, Steve went on his own to find and undo her belt. The belt took a bit longer than he expected, but once it was undone, he was able to get to the button and the zipper and easily undo both of them.
Now the awkward part came: both had to break the kiss and remove their pants. But instead of making it completely awkward, Steve decided to have a little fun with it and began to kick at his pants like a young child until they flew into the air, which cause Claire to laugh. She was grateful for Steve's little stunt, but she opted to simply remove her jeans in a quick and orderly manner.
And there they were, both Steve and Claire laid there, only clothing on them now was just a pair of green boxers and black cotton panties. It was now that they both took the opportunity to look at each other and take each other in. To Steve, Claire was perfect, she had the perfect figure, perfect breasts, perfect nipples, everything. In Claire's eyes, Steve was the right mix of lean and muscle, not too big, but not scrawny.
Finally, the socks and underwear came off and they sat facing each other, nervous beyond all belief, yet excited. Steve took charge and grabbed Claire's arms, leading her to him, to sit on his lap facing him, his erection probing Claire in her lower abs.
"I heard that sitting upward hurts the girl less. I don't want you to hurt too much," he said, rubbing her arms.
Claire couldn't help but smile as she blushed and whispered, "Thanks." She hugged Steve around his neck and began to kiss it before sitting back up, and looked into his eyes.
"Ready?"
She nodded as she positioned herself, lifting herself up more so that he was able to move himself under her a bit and adjust himself for his entrance.
"This is probably going to hurt," Steve said, as he held himself, ready to enter her.
"I know," she said. Then she closed her eyes and bit her lower lip, "Go."
As she said that, Claire lowered herself onto Steve, and Steve brought himself up into her. At first, there was pain for Claire as she felt something in herself tear. She gasped in pain, closed her eyes even tighter, and held onto Steve tighter, hugging him as if for dear life. For a moment, they froze, Steve afraid to move to hurt her more. He waited for a sign from her to continue. After a moment, he pulled her away slightly and looked at her, she looked back, the smallest of tears in her eyes, he could tell she was hurting, but she smiled and nodded, "It's okay."
"You sure?"
"Yeah."
With that, both started to move, up and down, in and out. There was still a lot of pain for Claire, but it was beginning to subside as she felt more and more pleasure from the rubbing and from the penetration. She stayed on his lap, hugging him, his arms around her waist, supporting her as he thrust his hips and continued to enter her. He became overwhelmed by pure bliss, his pulse sped, his temperature rose, and he held her tighter, not wanting to let go. He couldn't contain himself as he thrusted a bit faster and Claire continued her movement of raising herself and lowering herself on top of him, each time they met, there was a crash of a painful yet blissful surges.
With their ecstasy rising, unsure of who did it, they found themselves on the futon, Steve flat on his back, Claire on top of him, her breasts planting themselves on his chest. He continued to hold her as he pushed himself inside of her from their new position. Now he was pushing a bit harder, making slight moans, Claire herself was gasping, no longer in pure pain. With each thrust he made, she gasped. "Steve…" she moaned once, as she leaned in and planted her lips onto his.
As he continued to thrust himself, it was hard to be able to kiss Claire properly, but he did manage to at least get their lips to touch, before both teens returned to their labored breathing. After several minutes passed, Steve became engulfed by pleasure and raw passion; he hugged Claire tightly and rolled them both over so that it was now he who was on top. He stopped thrusting for a moment as he hovered over Claire, he looked into her eyes and smiled before leaning down and kissing her passionately. While kissing her, Steve returned to his hip movements and began to push himself into Claire once again. With each push, her entire body jolted slightly beneath his. He moved his arms so that he was supporting himself with his elbows, his body only slightly putting weight onto Claire.
Many more minutes passed, neither Claire nor Steve knew exactly how much time had passed since they began, all they knew was that they were climbing the blissful mountain of ecstasy. Steve began to pump faster as he climbed up; Claire grabbed onto his shoulders, wrapping her legs around his hips, digging her nails into his skin. Both teens moaned and gasped and took in sharp breaths. Both were climbing, reaching their climax, and with one final, and powerful thrust from Steve, both he and Claire hit their peak, both gasping. Body tremors traveled throughout both of their bodies, both forms shook involuntary as they both released themselves, Steve nearly collapsing on Claire.
Both bodies laid still, taking in deep and satisfied breaths. Slowly, Steve rolled off of Claire and onto his side right up against her, holding her. Claire curled herself up against Steve, a small smile on her face. For a moment, both just laid there, holding each other, allowing their breathing to return to normal, letting their pulse slow down, and waiting for their body temperature to lower. Neither spoke, neither knew what to say, but the content feeling they both were sharing was enough to tell the other that everything was alright.
A couple minutes passed before Claire finally spoke, "Next time, we'll have to do this on a regular bed." She smiled and looked up at Steve, who also smiled as he kissed her forehead.
"Absolutely."
TBC….
