Four weeks had passed since Chris and Jill had returned from Africa and life couldn't be better. They had barely left each other's side and spent their time cuddling up on the sofa watching films, going out to dinner or going to the cinema and making out in the back row like teenagers. It was like they were back in their honeymoon period and since their engagement they had been out to celebrate again and again.
While on their way to the BSAA headquarters to return to work, Chris lowered the volume of the car radio. "Are you sure you're ready to go back?" He asked, glancing over at her quickly.
"Of course, I can't wait to get back into it!" Jill replied, this was true although her emotions were all over the place. She was excited to return to her old life and put the past three years behind her but she was worried that people would treat her differently or act like she was unstable or fragile.
Chris parked up outside the building and stopped the car. "I don't want to lose you again." He continued looking straight ahead.
Jill unbuckled her seatbelt and leant towards Chris, placing a hand on his cheek and turning his head to face her; she lightly kissed him on the lips. "Not going to happen." She said. "Let's go."
The two of them stepped out of the car and walked hand in hand towards the building. As they walked in they were greeted by a woman at reception. Jill had never seen her before and Chris thought that every time he came into work there was a different person sat behind the reception desk. "Jill Valentine and Chris Redfield! It's so good to finally meet the two of you!" The receptionist came out from behind the desk and shook hands with the two of them. Being two of the original founders of the BSAA, everybody knew who they were. And if they didn't then they definitely did after the news of Jill's return.
"Mr Redfield, Jones would like to see you in his office ASAP and Miss Valentine, Conrad Green want's to see you for a back to work interview."
"Thanks we will get right to it!" Jill said cheerily, talking hold of Chris' hand and pulling him towards the elevator where they got off at different floors to where they needed to go.
Chris wished Jill good luck before she walked into the office for her interview. She obviously didn't need it but Chris knew of her concerns that she may not be deemed emotionally or physically ready to return to work.
"Miss Jill Valentine, welcome back!" Conrad rose from his seat behind his desk and leant forwards to shake Jill's hand. Jill had never met this man before but he looked like he may be in his early forties and she noticed that he was quite well built so he probably used to work in the field. "Take a seat."
Jill sat down in the chair opposite the desk before Conrad pulled out some sheets and paper from a folder and placed them in front of him. "So Miss Valentine, clearly you feel ready to start work again as you're here. How do you feel your health has been in the last four weeks?"
"Good!" Jill said. "I feel fine."
"That's good." Conrad replied. "I have to ask, have you seen a Doctor since you came back?"
"Yes I have. Chris, my partner made me see a Doctor just to make sure that everything is as it should be. I was prescribed some vitamin D pills to restore the melanins in my skin and he gave me some cream to put on a large scar on my chest. He also suggested that I go to therapy sessions, which I declined." Jill said. It was true, Chris had begged and pleaded with her to see a Doctor after her return, for reassurance that she was as healthy as she claimed to be. But they both knew that there was no way she would be having therapy sessions. She would never give up an hour a week just to chat to a stranger about what's bothering her. She had Chris for that.
"Okay well from what I can see, there's no reason why you shouldn't be able to come back to work. Although you should see the medical department once every two weeks until further notice just to make sure you're okay." Conrad stood up and moved from behind the desk to show Jill out. Jill thought that the interview was over too quick but she wasn't going to argue. She was lucky to be given this opportunity to return to her old life so quickly and even luckier to be alive.
After piling the last of the dishes into the dishwasher, Jill picked up her glass of wine from the kitchen table and walked into the lounge, joining her guests, Rebecca and Claire - who had moved into her own apartment a few days before. Jill and Chris had insisted that she could stay if she wanted but she didn't want to get in their way, especially as they had so much lost time to make up for. Chris had gone out for a few drinks with Barry, Carlos and Leon. They hadn't had a catch up since they all went for dinner after Jill's return.
Jill sat down on the sofa, tucking her feet under her legs, making herself comfortable. Claire and Rebecca both sat on the adjacent sofa. Some comedy film was playing on the TV although none of them were watching.
"Hey Jill, we were just saying you should have invited your sisters over. We could have made it a proper girl's night in." Rebecca joked.
Jill smiled over at her friend and future sister in law. "Well I thought we could have a quiet night in tonight." She replied. Any occasion where all four Valentines were together could be called many things but quiet was not one of them.
"Yeah that makes sense. Have you made any plans for the wedding yet? I've not been able to ask you yet?" Rebecca asked.
"We haven't made any official plans yet but we have discussed a few things. Chris wants it to happen as soon as possible." Jill laughed. When Jill first thought about planning the wedding she was thinking maybe within the next year but Chris was hoping for the next few months.
"Well I can see where he is coming from. You two have been together for so long!" Claire said. It sounded so typical of her brother that he would want to marry Jill as soon as he could, when just a month ago it was out of the question.
"So how has life been for you since coming home? All good?" Rebecca asked.
Jill slowly nodded but avoided eye contact with both women. "Yeah..great..." Claire and Rebecca both kept their eyes on Jill, noticing her hesitation. She wiped an eye with her hand and they then noticed that she was crying. "I'm sorry." She cried.
"Jill! What's going on?" Claire asked, genuinely concerned as to why Jill had suddenly started crying.
Jill couldn't even answer the question. She felt like the luckiest woman alive with the lengths that her partner had gone to to bring her back and then his surprise proposal but something didn't feel right. "It's just that these last few days I've been feeling really upset and irritable and I don't know why. Sometimes I feel like I hate everybody around me, although of course I don't really. Yesterday, Chris was cooking dinner and he was doing everything wrong and for some reason it was really getting under my skin. I didn't want to be mean to him so I shut myself in the bathroom and cried. It was horrible."
"You really need to talk to Chris about how you feel. You can't bottle up these feelings." Rebecca said, and at that moment, Chris walked through the front door. He was not drunk but it was clear by the way that he cheerily greeted everyone and threw himself next to Jill on the sofa and wrapped both arms around her that he had had a few drinks. It wasn't long before Chris noticed that Jill had been crying. "Hey, what's up Jillybean?" He asked softly, concerned about what could have happened to reduce her to tears.
"We were just chatting and I got a bit emotional. It's nothing." Jill said, snuggling in closer to Chris and smiling. Her fiances strong arms around her and warmth always made her feel better.
Jill Valentine sat cross legged on the corner of her sofa, opposite her co-worker and friend, Chris Redfield who sat on the other side. The entire S.T.A.R.S team had gone out for dinner earlier that night, as they always tried to do once a month when everybody had the night off. When the evening was over, Jill had invited Chris back to her place to watch a film; it had been three weeks since S.T.A.R.S had been founded and Chris and Jill had formed a close friendship. They spent loads of time hanging out but now after a few beers, they found themselves playing a very raunchy game of Never Have I Ever.
"Never have I ever had sex in the back of a car." Chris said and Jill took a sip of her beer which caused Chris to give her an intrigued look.
"My first boyfriend. Both horny. Both our parents were home. Seemed like a good idea at the time." Jill said, then stopping to think of her next question. "Never have I ever watched porn."
Chris took a sip of his beer which put Jill in hysterical laughter. "What? I have been a 13 year old before you know." Chris defended himself but also joining in on the laughter.
When their laughter came to a stop, the two colleagues locked lips, softly, not knowing who did it first, after a few seconds, Chris pulled back suddenly. "I'm sorry." He said, positioning himself in his previous position. Jill laughed in reply and wrapped an arm around his neck, her other hand placed on his shoulder and embraced him in a passionate kiss and he responded, cupping her sweet face in his hands.
After a few moments of making out on the sofa, Jill stood up and took hold of Chris' hand. "Let's go." She said, pulling Chris in the direction of what he assumed to be her bedroom.
"Are you sure you want this?" Chris asked.
"It's just sex, Chris. I'm not asking you to marry me." Jill said, pushing him down onto the bed and climbing on top of him. They kissed a bit more before Jill leant back and pulled off her T-shirt, revealing her perky breasts in a black bra. She then reached forwards and pulled off Chris' top. On an impulse, Chris' hand moved to Jill's waist and flipped her over so that she lay on the bed below him. He dipped his head into her neck, gently kissing his way down, savouring the smooth, sweet smelling skin; he moved lower, down past her midriff until he reached her jeans. "Take them off." Jill demanded, looking down seductively.
Without hesitation, Chris did as he was told, pulling off her jeans and her black cotton panties with them. At this point he only had one thing on his mind, he wanted to satisfy her needs and make her body tremble with pleasure. He could feel himself hardening at the sight of her naked body but he wanted the night to last as long as possible so he moved his mouth to her wetness and she responded by lifting her legs over his shoulders. He circled his tongue around her clitoris while sipping a finger inside of her and massaging her g-spot.
The rising pleasure felt amazing and Jill thought that Chris was a genius with his mouth and it wasn't long before Jill felt the warmth of an approaching orgasm. "Chris..." She moaned, biting her lip and arching her back as her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, her legs shaking and Chris was now fully erect due to Jill's reaction and the noises that she made.
After her trembling stopped, Jill positioned herself upright and pushed Chris back down, "Your turn." She said, smiling up at Chris before pulling down his trousers and boxer shorts and his member sprung up to meet her; she wrapped her mouth around him, sucking and licking the tip while moving her hands up and down. Chris' fingers tangled within her hair, gently pushing her, encouraging her to go further.
Jill didn't want to finish him there and then so she stopped sucking him and slithered towards him, kissing him softly before positioning himself over him. "You ready?" Chris asked. He was so ready for her.
"Yes!" Jill replied, reaching down, sliding his member into her entrance, a short gasp escaping from her lips. Chris cupped his hands around her ass while enjoying the sight of her on top of him, both of them moving their hips in time with each other.
"You feel so good, Valentine!" Chris moaned, he felt like he could finish himself just at the sight of her; her toned body, her breasts moving with every thrust she made and the look of pleasure on her face, occasionally letting out a long moan.
Jill leant forward to kiss Chris, slowing down her movements for a minute, his hands ran up her back and holding her close, flipping her onto her back. She wrapped her legs around his waist before he thrust himself into her hard and fast, they had both waited a long time for this. Chris' head buried in the crook of her neck and her hands placed on his broad shoulders, digging her nails in, just about enough to draw blood. "Fuck.." She gasped.
Chris leant back slightly, and moved his hands to hers, pinning her wrists above her head. "But I want to touch you..." Jill moaned.
"It's more interesting this way." Chris panted, she played along by trying to resist his hold on her and this increased his grasp and caused him to thrust harder, he was now incredibly close. "Jill, can I come inside?"
"Yes!" She gasped, bucking her hips against his as she felt her own orgasm approaching and they both came together, falling into each others arms.
It was very late at night in the Valentine/Redfield house and Jill was close to falling asleep on Chris' shoulder, his arm wrapped around her shoulder. Claire sat on the other sofa, typing away on her laptop.
"Oh, Claire! There's some mail on the kitchen table for you." Chris said.
"Thanks!" Claire replied, getting up and walking into the kitchen to find a letter addressed to her, it was handwritten which she thought was odd. She tore open the envelope and read it's contents, putting a hand to her mouth in shock. After she had finished reading it, she dropped it back on the table and ran upstairs to her bedroom, locking the door behind her.
Jill woke up at the commotion. "What's going on?" She asked.
"I don't know." Chris replied, getting up and walking into the kitchen, assuming that this handwritten letter was the reason for Claire being upset. Jill walked in with him and he picked up the letter and they both read it.
"To Claire, you may remember me, my name is Samantha Reed, I had the bed next to you in the hospital on September 19th, 1999 when our two beautiful baby girls were born. After hiring a private detective to track you down, I have something that I need to confess. Four months ago I was diagnosed with a brain tumour and there is no cure for me. I need to tell you that the girl that I have raised for the last nine years is in fact yours. When my daughter was born, I was mentally in a very bad place and when I awoke to find that my baby had died in her sleep, I knew it would be the final nail on my coffin, forgive me, but I switched my dead baby with your healthy baby. I know that nothing I can do can make up for it but please don't disregard this message. I'm sure neither of us want your daughter to be orphaned after I'm gone."
"Oh my god!" Jill said. This was something that neither of them had discussed for years. After an encounter with a man that she loved called Steve Burnside in December 1998, she fell pregnant giving birth to a baby girl nine months later. When her daughter was a few days old, she tragically died in her sleep - or so they all thought - but now that this woman had come forward and admitted to basically stealing Claire's living daughter, she would have a second chance to be a mother. "We have to find her and bring her home."
"Don't worry." Chris said. "She's coming home."