One and Only
(Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil or any of the characters featured in my story, this is only for entertainment. The only thing I do own is the plot itself.)
Chapter 1:
Chris Redfield was abruptly awakened at the sound of his alarm. The 27 year old groaned and pulled his covers further up, over his head. He was having a surprisingly nice dream for once. Usually, his nights were dominated by nightmares of zombies and other horrid monsters ripping his friends apart and eating them alive.
Ever since the Spencer mansion incident, he never got a good night sleep. But tonight was that rare occasion, he was having an astounding, and quite erotic dream about the woman he had an infatuation with…hell, it might even be love.
In the dream, he was standing in an unrealistically white room. The walls were stock white, as were the tiles, and the vases even held white flowers in them. Chris did a complete three-sixty, taking in the incredibly stunning scenery. There was a king sized bed in the corner of the room, and predictably, the sheets, blankets and pillows were white as well.
'Am I in heaven!?' Chris wondered, the place was truly mind-blowing. He looked down and noticed he was wearing nothing but his white boxers with the red hearts all over them.
Chris glanced up as he heard the door swing open behind him, Chris gasped at the sight.
'This HAS to be heaven!!' Chris concluded, for standing in the doorway was Jill Valentine, wearing nothing but a pearl white towel. Her chocolate brown, jaw length hair was dripping wet; drops of water were sliding down her soft creamy skin and falling to the floor. Her sapphire blue eyes, gazing up at his chestnut brown ones. Her slender body was astonishing. The towel, while not revealing too much, complemented her curves in every way.
Chris gulped, the sight was magnificent. His eyes bulged because Jill was dropping the towel; it was slipping off her body by the inch. 'Just a bit more,' Chris thought to himself, 'C'mon Jill!'
Before she could get any further, the scene became blurry, there was a beeping sound, and he found himself in is own bed, alone. Chris sighed; he had just recounted the dream in his head again, for the umpteenth time.
'Man if only I told Jill how I feel.' It has been three years since the Spencer mansion occurrence. 'She did hold my hand and sleep on my shoulder…but maybe she was just tired? Maybe I should have just told her and got it over with.' Chris wasn't sure if Jill had the same feelings as he did. He was worried she would turn him down and say they were nothing more than friends. He didn't want that, so he kept quiet.
Chris sat up in bed, rubbing the morning crust from his eyes. He looked over that the clock that he now despised; it was 9:10 a.m. He thought back to his dream once more, he remembered the way she was about to drop her towel, she had on an innocent, smile. He thought further of what could have happened, at the warmth of their bodies as they touched. He smiled.
"I wish!" As he said this, little sister, Claire Redfield, burst through the door, she was carrying a tray full of food. It was scrambled eggs with bacon and sausages on the side, was a warm biscuit. The food was accompanied by a tall glass, filled with orange juice.
"Gooooood morning bro! Made you some breakfast!" She had on a huge smile and placed the tray next to his bed. "And what do you wish?" She was her usual perky self; she snatched a piece of bacon from his plate and chomped on it.
"I wish my little sister will learn to mind her own business and knock before entering my room." He slapped his sister's hand away from his plate, and had a big grin, "By the way thanks for the food sis."
"Meh, no problem!" She than grabbed another piece of bacon off of Chris's plate and sprinted out of the room laughing.
'Sisters…' Chris squinted as he looked out the window, the golden glow piercing through his room. 'What a beautiful day.'
The alarm clock exploded with sound. A slender feminine arm extended to stop the annoying beeps. The hand missed the button on top of the clock a few times, until it finally hit its mark, bringing silence to the room. The woman turned her head and squinted to see what time it was, 8:00 A.M, time to get up.
Jill Valentine turned her body and sat up, yawning, and scratching her head. The 25 year old got off her bead and started to fix it, folding her blankets and smoothing out the sheets. Jill woke up this early every day; she liked to take a morning jog, come back and take a shower, than have time to decide what to do for the rest of the day. Jill knew she should jog every morning to keep in shape and look excellent. Not only for herself though.
A picture of Chris popped up into Jill's mind, she grinned. She wanted to keep her figure for him. He was stunningly handsome and she knew that almost every girl who met him had a crush on him. He had a smile that can melt through steel; he was happy-go-lucky and was an all around great guy. He was nice and knew how to treat a lady. She wanted to look her best just for him. She's had feelings towards Chris ever since she laid her eyes on him, three years ago, when she first joined S.T.A.R.S. She always gave him signs to show how she felt but he never caught on. She knew he had feelings for her, but he never admitted it.
She walked over to the mirror and looked into it, she was drop dead gorgeous. She had long smooth legs; her stomach was flat and tight. Her breasts were full and firm, any man would describe her as a model. She upheld this form through lots of vigorous exercise and healthy eating habits.
Plenty of men have asked to be with her, many more have dreamt it. She turned them down, waiting for the perfect someone, and that someone was Chris. She smiled as she thought about the day she would be Chris's. Many have described her as heavenly or angelic, and they were speaking the truth. She was all this and more.
Jill hastily put on sky blue track pants, and a matching blue track jacket. She then tied on her black Nike running shoes. When she got downstairs she ate a small breakfast of yogurt and a banana. Nothing greasy or fatty for her, always eating healthy. She opened her front door and locked it behind her. She stretched on her front steps for a bit and headed off, jogging down the street, into the rising sun.
Authors notes: Theres the first chapter. Tell me what you think! I crave feedback, it's a motivator for me hehe. Chapter two is coming up extremely soon (Wrote them at the same time)
