Chapter 2
Jill and Chris woke up semi-confused the next morning. It took them a while to remember the previous night. "I need to take a shower" said Jill, getting out of the bed. Chris grinned. "Yeah, me too". Jill turned. "I have a spare bathroom, you know". "Thanks Jill". He turned just in time to see her strip off her clothes and walk in to the bathroom. He whistled. "Chris" said Jill warningly. He picked her pile of clothes off of the floor and put them in her hamper. "I'll wash your clothes if you want". Chris smiled. "Then what would I wear?". Jill shrugged. "Just a thought". Chris also took of his clothes and Jill stared. "What Valentine?". "Nothing". Jill walked in to the bathroom and stepped in to the shower. The warm water beaded down on her back. She grabbed a washcloth and washed, all the while thinking about what had just happened. Had she seriously stripped in front of Chris? After she was clean she stepped out and dried off, brushing her teeth after doing so. She pulled on a turtle neck and some jeans, along with a baseball cap and a ponytail holder. She carefully did her makeup in front of the mirror, and spritzed herself with some perfume. She knocked on Chris' door. "You done, Redfield?". "Almost". Jill seated herself on the couch and turned the stereo on. It was still on the jazz station. "Done" said Chris as he entered the room. Jill smiled. "I prefer your shirt off" she said softly. "Well, don't tell Claire that". They both laughed for a while. "What are you going to tell her?" asked Jill. Chris shook his head. "I could tell her that I had my car fixed and stayed at a hotel". Jill nodded. "Good story". Chris smiled. "Thanks, Valentine". He stared at her for a moment. "You know, if we dated, who says we would break up?" asked Chris. Jill shrugged. "Claire?". Chris nodded. "Right". "Crap, I forgot to put the fondue up last night". Chris smiled. "Fondue?". "Yes, that was plan B, if you didn't kiss me with the sweet heart". Chris laughed. "That's right, the rule that if you drop your food in the fondue, you have to kiss the person sitting next you". Jill smiled. "Between you and me, I would have dropped my food on purpose, Valentine". Jill laughed. "I'm creative, aren't I?". Chris nodded. "You want what you want". "Well I got one thing I wanted" said Jill. Chris turned to look at her. "You wanted more?". "Maybe.". Chris laughed. "That might happen later too". Jill kissed him on the cheek. "You left three marks yesterday" said Jill. Chris looked surprised. "What?". "One on my neck, one on my chest, and one on my hip". Chris laughed again. "Sorry about that". "Is that why your wearing the turtle neck?". "Yes". Chris pulled the shirt aside and saw his lip print on her neck. "My lips are chapped" said Chris. "Same here". "Let me see the one on your hip". "Be my guest" said Jill. Chris pulled her pants off of her hip and look at his lip print. He grinned. "I kissed you kinda hard, didn't I?". Jill nodded. "Kinda?". Chris smiled. "Yeah, maybe a little too hard". "It felt good though, for a best friend". Chris embraced Jill just as he had done at the pool. "Want to go get breakfast at a pancake house?". Chris smiled. "This is sweeter than pancakes" he said. Jill laughed. "I know but you have to be hungry". "I'm hungry for something else". Jill looked at Chris, surprised. "Um, okay". "Maybe later". She grabbed her car keys off of the table and walked to the door. "What's a pancake house that Claire would never go to?". Chris shrugged. "No clue, maybe we should just find an occupied one on the way, that way Claire couldn't spot us if she tried". Jill rolled her eyes. "Claire can spot us easily, no matter where we go". "You'd be surprised, Valentine". Jill and Chris rode all the way to the breakfast restaurant, holding hands. "I can't believe we fell asleep on top of the covers" said Jill randomly, glancing at Chris as she did so. "I'm normally very cold". Chris laughed. "I made you warm though" he said. "Yeah, I guess you're right". "How come you didn't kiss me in that cell at the lab?" asked Jill. Chris looked down. "I was afraid you'd hate me if I did". Jill looked surprised. "I could never hate you" she said. Chris put his arm around her. "Well you didn't say it then". Jill laughed. "That would have been kinda obvious, Redfield". "What's the matter with obvious?". Jill shrugged. "I didn't know if you liked me then, but then Claire told me about the picture in your wallet…..". Chris looked ticked. "I told her not to say anything about that!". "Well nothing bad happened". "If she told you, I wonder who else she told". Jill smiled softly. "Does it really matter?". Chris looked at Jill. To him, she shined in the sunlight like a pressure jewel in an ancient palace. "I guess not" he said at last. They had arrived at the Pancake House now. When they entered, the room smelled like butter and syrup. "Wow, they should make that a candle" said Jill. "They would make millions off of that fragrance". Chris smiled. They got a seat together, and the waiter came up to the table. "On a scale of one to ten, how beautiful do you think this woman is?" asked the waiter. Jill blushed. "Higher" Chris said. The waiter grinned. "You are one very lucky woman to have him" he said. Jill looked at Chris. Chris was smirking. "When are you going to ask her to marry you?" asked the waiter. Jill gawked. "We aren't even dating, yet" said Chris. Yet? Had Chris just said yet? The waiter laughed. "You should, he seems to think very highly of you". He was looking at Jill now. "Are you on a date now?". "Um…". Chris and Jill both looked at each other. "What were they supposed to say?". "No, we're just best friends" said Jill. "It looks like the man wants to be a little bit more than that" said the waiter. "Now, what can I get you to drink?". "Water" they both said. The waiter winked at Jill then left. "What the heck!" said Jill. Chris looked at her uncertainly. "I said what I was supposed to say, right?". "Yes, and thanks for the compliment, but what's his problem!" asked Jill. Chris shrugged. "There are a lot of lunatic waiters in this world" he responded. Jill smiled. Chris held her hand. "Yet?" she asked. Chris laughed. "Yes, Valentine, yet". After they left the restaurant, Chris drove his car home. Maybe Jill should call Claire. Maybe….. She didn't have to. Claire called her. "Hello?" said Jill. "Hey Jill". "Claire!". "How are you doing?". "Um, fine". "Do you have any idea where Chris is?" asked Claire. "No, why would I?". "I haven't seen his car outside his apartment since yesterday evening" said Claire. "So, what?". "So, Chris would have told me if he went anywhere". "I think I saw his car this morning" said Jill. Claire was quiet. "Where?" she asked. "It was heading in the direction of that car place beside the hotel". "Oh, he just arrived!" exclaimed Claire. "I'll give you a call later". Claire hung up and raced outside her apartment. "Where were you Chris?" she asked. Chris smiled. "Wow, you sure are over-protective of your older brother" he said. "You didn't answer my question". "I had to have my car fixed, so I brought it to the mechanic beside that hotel". "I stayed there, because I didn't have a ride". Claire rolled her eyes. "You could have called me to drive you" she said. "Well Leon was at your house, and I didn't know if you were "busy"" said Chris. Claire blushed. "Jill could have drove you" she said. "Well, you seem to not want me to be around Jill that much" said Chris. "Well you sure didn't obey that rule when you got mouth to mouth with her yesterday" said Claire. She folded her arms and turned her back to him. "Her life was in danger and there was no life guard on duty!" exclaimed Chris. "Well somebody else could have done it" said Claire. "Yeah, but nobody else knew mouth-to-mouth". "Leon did" she insisted. "Yeah but you wouldn't want your boyfriend to get mouth-to-mouth with your best friend". Claire grew quiet. Chris was right after all, but she didn't want to admit it. She walked away, back in to her apartment. Jill was bored. She wanted Chris to come over so badly. Wouldn't it be obvious though, if Chris left again. She hoped that everything went okay with Claire. After all, didn't Claire have a handgun just laying around in her house somewhere? That was what worried Jill to no end. What if Claire did get so ticked that she shot Chris? Jill winced. She remembered when Wesker had captured and controlled her not too long ago. She couldn't control her actions, although she was perfectly aware. She had almost killed Chris and his new partner Sheva Alomar. Jill couldn't even believe they had assigned him a new partner after the incident. He still had feelings for her then though, she remembered him holding her in his arms after he and Sheva had taken that thing off her chest that controlled her. Stupid Wesker. It took her awhile to recover from that thing. She even passed out after Chris left. Jill had even seen some things that Wesker and his "partner" Excella Gionne did, and she couldn't even make herself look away! That was not even the worst part. Wesker had been the one whom ordered her around so she had to do crap to doom Chris and Sheva. Jill was glad Chris had rescued her, even if it had been with Sheva. Sheva already had her man anyway, Josh Stone, who seemed over concerned about her. Jill laughed aloud. She kept having these flashbacks of times with Chris. She still didn't know if she was in love, even if he had saved her life several times, and had been her first kiss and partner. Maybe she was in love, but she didn't know it. Right now, she wanted him badly. She wanted him at her house, kissing her and flirting with her, not worrying about Claire or her annoying boyfriend Leon. Of course, Claire could be annoying too, so they went well together. Jill was lost in thought when she heard a knock at the door. "Come in!" she called. She saw Claire enter, looking very ticked. "What happened?" asked Jill, although she already knew the answer. Claire stomped her boot. "Cut the crap Valentine!". "Chris was with you!". "What the heck are you talking about Claire?" asked Jill. "Last night, Chris wasn't at a hotel, he was with you". "No, he wasn't" said Jill. "Oh yeah?". "Rebecca was at that Pancake Restaurant this morning". "She told me". "She also heard what Chris said about you to the waiter". Jill blushed. "Claire, your overreacting" said Jill. "No, because if that part was a lie, then the rest probably is as well, and he probably stayed at your house last night!". "No, we just got breakfast together this morning, that's all" insisted Jill, although she knew she was lying. "Sure, Valentine" said Claire, and she stormed out of her house. Jill raced to the phone and called Chris. "Chris?". "Jill!". "Listen, Rebecca told Claire about the restaurant and now Claire kinda knows everything" said Jill. She could hear Chris breathing heavily on the other end of the line. "Crap" he said. "She hates me now" said Jill. "I kinda inferred that" said Chris. "Listen, since she's already ticked, why don't you come over" said Chris. Jill smiled. She had never seen Chris' apartment. "Okay, Redfield". She hung up the phone and put on a long football jersey, black leggings, sandals, her locket with Chris in it, and crimped her hair. She drove as fast as she could, and when she arrived, she crept past Claire's apartment and in to Chris'. "Jill!" exclaimed Chris as he wrapped his arms around her. Jill smiled. Maybe she was in love. He unwrapped his arms and stared in to her eyes. "Wanna watch T.V.?" he asked. Jill nodded. After a lot of discussing, they decided on a football game. "Which team are you rooting for?" asked Chris. "Whichever one you're rooting for" replied Jill. Chris smiled. "I hope they win" he said. "Same here". Jill looked out the window and noticed it was raining. "I've been scared of storms ever since the mansion incident" said Jill softly. Chris put his arm around her. "It's okay" he said. "What did the radar say?". Chris walked over to his computer and checked it. "Tornado Warning" he said. Jill looked at him wide-eyed. "What!". "That's what it says" said Chris. "At least you're here with me" he said. Jill smiled. "At least". She laid her head on his shoulder and they watched the game, eating some popcorn that Chris had popped in his microwave. Suddenly, the lights started flickering. "Crap!" cried Jill. Chris looked around. "Worse case scenario, we don't get to see the game" said Chris. Jill smiled, even though she was truly frightened. "Do you mind if I take my shirt off, I'm used to lounging around without it" said Chris. "I told you, I prefer your shirt off, Redfield". Chris pulled his shirt off, and Jill once again stared at his muscles. "It's cold in here" Jill said quietly. Chris nodded. The lights soon cut off. "Chris?" whispered Jill. She felt his breath on her face. She knew he was only a few centimeters away from her, and that they were staring each other in the eye. "Jill". Jill felt daring, being in the dark with a man without his shirt, not being able to see each other, it storming outside, Chris being able to do whatever he wanted to her and nobody would ever know. Of course, Chris wasn't the type of killer guy. Maybe rapist, but… Even if he did do something like that, Jill wouldn't care. The rain became harder. The wind whirled, and hail began to come down. "Let's get in the closet" said Chris. He grabbed Jill's arm and pulled her down the hallway to his bedroom. Jill hoped that bad weather wasn't the only reason that Chris was leading her in to his closet. Anyway, he had a walk-in, so it was roomy. Jill could just make out his bedroom in the darkness, and she saw that he had two closets. He led her in to the smaller one. "Isn't it more roomy in the walk-in?" asked Jill. Chris sighed somewhere in the darkness. "Let's just say in this, we're already here anyway". So Chris wanted her in the smaller closet with him. That made Jill shiver with delight. "It is really cold in here" said Jill suddenly, feeling around for Chris. She felt his warm hand go under the back of her shirt, and she heard the other hand searching for something. He pulled a blanket around them. "This is the best I can do" he said. "It's good enough for me". She wrapped her arms around his neck. Chris put the other hand under her shirt as well. Dang. Now she was really warm. He put his lips to her neck. He wasn't really kissing her, but his lips were still there. "Chris" she murmured. She could feel him breathing, and she could smell his minty breath. "You smell good" she said. "So do you" said Chris. Jill smiled. "It is really cold" said Chris. "Maybe I should put my shirt back on". "NO!" said Jill loudly. Crap. That sure sounded desperate. "Well Valentine, if you're so anxious that I keep my shirt off, then fine by me". Phew. He was okay with it. Jill backed against the wall, leaving the embrace. She just wanted to see if Chris would follow. "Am I making you uncomfortable?" asked Chris. "No, you're my best friend, you would never make me uncomfortable" said Jill. "Then why did you back away?" asked Chris, now slightly offended. "I wanted to see if you would follow". Chris smirked in the darkness. He put his knees on each side of Jill's legs and put his hands on each side of Jill's shoulders. What was she about to do to her? Suddenly, Jill felt something soft against her lips. She didn't have to see to know that it was Chris' lips. They were kissing again. He kissed to the rhythm of Jill's heartbeat. Chris was now on top of Jill. Jill smirked. Claire was going to be ticked when she found out what Jill did with her brother. Jill didn't want to think about Claire right now. She wanted to focus on the person on top of her, having his way with her lips. She wrapped her legs around him. Yum. This was fun. It felt right to Jill. Suddenly, Chris stopped. "Tell me if your ever uncomfortable, and I'll stop" he said. "I'm not uncomfortable" said Jill. "But, have you ever done this with another girl?" she asked. "No" said Chris. "Then continue". Chris started again, and this time, he was passionate about what he was doing. He started undoing his belt and he slid it out of his belt loops. With one hand, he hung it on the door knob of the closet, and the other was busy with the task of undoing Jill's bra strap. Were they seriously going to do this? Chris pulled Jill's shirt off, and pushed her against the wall. YES! She rewrapped her legs around him. Next, Chris pulled his pants off, and later, Jill's. Next thing you know, their shoes were off. They were rolling around in the closet. The shelf fell on top of them. "Stop" said Jill. Chris looked surprised. "What is it?" he asked. "Why are we still in the closet?". Chris got the idea. He lifted Jill in to his arms, their bare chests touching. He laid her on the bed then got on top. "Ready?" he asked. "Roger" Jill whispered. Chris took his pocket knife off of the dresser and cut Jill's underwear off. Jill wanted to play dirty too. She pulled Chris underwear off, with Chris kissing her chest obsessively. Jill began to moan. She thought it was the best thing she had ever felt. Chris kissed her for at least an hour, and did way more. "More, more" Jill kept saying. Jill made lots of noises she hoped the neighbors couldn't hear. Eventually, they rolled off the bed. They upset a night stand, a dresser, a clothes rack, more shelves, a bookcase, a desk, and another night stand. The power suddenly came back on. "Chris" said Jill. Chris smiled. "What?". "What am I supposed to say?" asked Jill. Chris shrugged. "Good job?". Jill laughed. "Sure, good job Redfield". "What if Claire heard?" asked Jill. Chris grinned. "Who gives a crap?" he said. Jill got up to get her clothes from the closet. "Jill?". "Yes Chris?". "You can spend the night if you want, so don't worry about the clothes". "Okay" said Jill. She turned off the light and got in to bed beside Chris. He wrapped his arms around her. "Virgin-free house" said Chris. Jill smiled. "I guess you're right". The next morning, Chris and Jill awoke to a knock at the door. "Get it" mumbled Chris. Jill rolled her eyes. It wasn't her apartment. She pulled on some clothes and went to answer the door. "Redfield residence" she said as she opened it. The only problem was, Claire was on the other side. "More like Redfield/Valentine residence" said Claire angrily. "What the heck are you doing here Valentine?". Jill squinted her eyes. "I was invited, unlike somebody" said Jill. Claire put her hand on her hip. "Oh yeah?". "The whole apartment complex could hear you last night" said Claire. "Mrs. Burton called me and asked me if I knew who was with Chris making that noise!" she exclaimed. "I told her yes, because I knew it was you". "I even told her that it was the chic who used to work with her husband Barry at S.T.A.R.S.". "Do you know who inappropriate that is!". "Her children probably heard it too!". Jill smirked. "You can't say that you and Leon don't make noise" she said. Claire stomped her foot. "Do you hear us over there?" asked Claire. "I don't know, I don't try to listen to other people" said Jill. Claire looked Jill over. "You're even wearing Chris' shirt as a dress Valentine!". "That is so sick!". "Listen, your going to wake Chris" said Jill. Claire sneered. "Aha, you did sleep with him" she said. "Whatever, yes, we slept together, are you happy now?" asked Jill. Claire smirked. "Why would I be, when you and Chris break up, your going to hate me". "I'm not that type of person Claire!" cried Jill. "We aren't even dating, and if we did, who says we would break up!". Claire frowned. "You slept together, but you aren't dating?". "What the heck is wrong with this picture!". "Listen, Claire, why do you hold grudges so bad?". "Chris didn't get ticked when you started dating Leon, and he's Chris' friend". "If you break up, Chris won't get ticked". Jill put all her weight on one hip. "Yeah, she's right". Jill and Claire both turned and saw Chris standing behind them. His hair was messed up and he had on a pair of shorts that had gotten ripped. He didn't have a shirt on, nor shoes. "No shirt, no shoes, no service" said Jill. Claire tried her best not to laugh, but it came out anyway. "Aha!" cried Jill. Claire looked away. Suddenly, the doorman walked up. "Listen, I'm having some complaints from neighbors about arguing, so can you please try to keep it down over here, or did I need to call the cops?" asked the doorman. He seemed to be trying not to laugh at the fact that Chris and Jill had obviously made the noise the other night, the way that they were dressed, and the way that they looked. "We weren't arguing" said Jill. The doorman raised an eyebrow. Claire looked like she was about to explode. "I also had a noise complaint about last night" he said. "I don't think you that you were arguing then" he said. Claire laughed in to her hand. "That was so them" said Claire. "I have absolutely nothing to with what they did last night". Jill blushed as she saw the doorman's eyes move to the lip mark on her neck. He grinned. "I think I kinda know that" he said. "Anyway are you two related?" asked the doorman, pointing to Claire and Chris. They both nodded. "I know that you and him aren't related" said the doorman. "Why are we even having this conversation with you?" asked Jill. "Isn't that kinda personal?". The doorman laughed. "The fact that they're related, or the fact that you and him aren't?" he asked. "You obviously know what I mean" said Jill. "Besides, it's none of your business, and isn't there something about privacy in the rules here?" she asked. "Well actually it is my business since you were loud, and we have privacy rules about residents here" he said. Claire turned to leave, since she knew it was going to get ugly. "It's not over Valentine."