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An Alice/Chris fic.
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Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Resident Evil. Just the movies on DVD.
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A/N: Well, I was an avid Alice/Carlos fan until Chris Redfield came along. So, I thought I'd start my foray into the Resident Evil world with an Alice/Chris fic.
Just a short, stolen moment while the two are getting the weapons from the "armory".
I hope you guys like this, I know I'll love writing it.
As always, please read and review, I live for feedback!
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"Nice," Alice commented with an uncontrollable smile on her face.
Behind her, Chris smirked at her reaction. He loved a woman who could appreciate a room full of deadly weaponry.
Alice reached above her, pulling a sleek-looking machine gun off the wall and admiring it. She turned back towards him, grinning despite their rather grim situation. "I could kiss you right now," she told him, weighing the gun in her hand.
Chris arched an eyebrow at that, leering back at her. "Really?"
Alice rolled her eyes. "Maybe if the world weren't going to hell around us ..."
"No time like the present," Chris replied, and before she could have a say in the matter, he swooped down and snagged her lips in a quick, powerful kiss. He pulled back nearly as soon as he had come in, gazing into her eyes with a cocky grin.
Alice stared back at him, shocked. The last man she'd kissed had been Carlos, and before that, Spence ... her track record with men wasn't exactly stellar. Not to mention, they were kind of in the middle of something. Still ... Chris Redfield was a pretty damn good kisser. She found herself wondering what else he was good at.
The sounds of the undead on the other side of the door could still be heard, reminding them of their situation.
Alice sighed, blinking and looking away. "If we had more time ..."
Chris nodded, turning to take a step away.
Not wanting to give herself time to talk herself out of it, Alice dropped the gun in her hand and grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him back towards her. She caught his lips with hers, right hand coming up to grip his neck, while the other remained secured to his shirt.
Chris's hands came up to her hips immediately, his fingers digging into the sodden material of her shirt, pressing against the covered flesh. Their mouths parted in synchrony, tongue ghosting together briefly before every inch of their bodies pressed together. A sharp gasp was stolen from each of them at the contact, and Chris's arms wrapped more firmly around her small body.
Alice tightened her fingers in his hair, releasing his shirt with her other hand to grip his neck evenly, not wanting to let go.
Unfortunately, the reality of their situation could not be avoided for long, and they slowly eased back from one another.
"Damn," Chris whispered, blinking his eyes open and gazing into her soft ones.
Alice nodded in agreement, lowering her hands to her sides and shaking herself out of her daze. "We really need to get up there," she stated, unsure if she was trying to convince him, or herself.
Chris stepped away from her, grabbing a duffel from under one of the racks and beginning to fill it.
Alice worked alongside him, choosing her weapons and selecting the proper bullets to reload her own. Glancing over at him as she worked, she allowed a small smile to creep onto her face. "You know, when this is all over, you and I are going to have to finish this ... conversation."
Chris Redfield peered back at her, his eyes alight with an attractive mixture of arousal and amusement. "I can't wait."
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The end.
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