Chapter 4
So close that I can't see what's going on
After finally managing to recover from her encounter with Claire Redfield's magnificent ass, Alice dressed hurriedly and went to the cafeteria. In spite of the amazing make out session, the prison had been breached by the Undead and she suspected that that was the only reason the redhead had abandoned her wet and naked in the showers. Because had Claire stayed a little bit longer, the redhead would've surely won the 'challenge' she had issued.
Alice found Claire in the Cafeteria speaking in her leader voice as though she was addressing her Convoy once again. Everyone stood crowded around her looking slightly shell-shocked. Well, Crystal was smiling at the redhead with admiration and desire.
Alice scowled at that and went to join them.
"They seem to have burrowed their way inside." Claire was saying. "We're on the fourth floor so there's no telling how many may have gotten into the building already." Claire shifted her gaze to Luther. "There are five different points of entry into this cafeteria. You have secured none of them or the floors below, even though you don't use any of them. If that big gate outside gives and the Undead rush in, they will have this entire prison flooded within seconds, and we'd have nowhere else to go but up and either be torn apart or fall to our deaths." She admonished firmly.
Luther frowned at the way she was speaking to him, but had to admit that Claire had a point.
"I want you all to start blocking off the floors, starting at the bottom and working your way up. Use the buddy system, one keeping guard as the other works, alternate if necessary, leave one exit point that will be easy to open and close again on each level should we need to used it. Pay extra attention to the front doors. They offer the largest and easiest way to get inside. Angel you're with Kim Yong, Crystal with Luther. Alice and I will go and cover the tunnel I found in the basement and make sure nothing else gets in." Claire said authoritatively and didn't even look surprised when her orders were followed without an objection from anyone.
Alice watched the survivors leave and then rolled out her extra weapons over a table, taking out a bag of quarters as well. She must've been standing like an idiot in that shower for a while if Claire had already done a sweep of the prison. Well it would've been common sense to start at the bottom and check for possible entry points. Claire probably spotted the hole the first place she looked. Alice sighed, she needed to focus, had that Undead not hissed as loudly as it had, she may not have heard it at all and it could've infected Claire. The thought made Alice's stomach turn violently.
"See anything you want to clear that tunnel with?" Alice smiled as Claire eyed her collection of blades with envy and wonder. The redhead carefully glided her fingers over a Kukri blade, focusing on the set the longest, before briefly scanning over a tomahawk and a small collection of Shuriken and daggers too.
"I don't want to collapse the building… Or give them wider access." Claire mused as she eyed the incendiary grenades. "Maybe we could find something to cover it with rather?" The redhead asked. "You're super strong right? Perhaps you could pick up that refrigerator or something and place it over the opening?" Claire smirked as she tilted her head to the kitchen where the large appliance stood.
Alice rolled her eyes as she emptied the bag of quarters onto the table.
"From guard dog to repairman." Alice muttered lining up her coins. "Sure thing Red. Anything else I may assist you with?" Alice asked smiling sarcastically.
"Yeah. What's with the coins? You saving up to buy me something special?" Claire grinned widely at her and Alice couldn't resist chuckling.
"It's a hobby." Alice answered stacking the quarters, trying not to show just how much she was enjoying Claire's teasing.
Claire sat down at the table and watched curiously as Alice loaded the quarters into her shotguns.
"Did I have any hobbies?" Claire asked in a low almost melancholic voice that had Alice frowning at her.
"Yeah. You used to make it your mission in life to aggravate me." Alice smirked. "In fact I see you're still very good at it." Alice winked at her and Claire rolled her eyes and playfully slapped the brunette on the arm.
Alice laughed as she mounted her shotguns and holstered her MP-9's and revolvers.
"You have enough ammo?" She asked Claire over her shoulder, who nodded distractedly while she stared at Alice all geared up, as they walked over to the kitchen.
Alice chuckled when she noticed the flagrant appreciation.
"Come on, Red. Let's go stuff that hole of yours." Alice said as she easily lifted the large refrigerator and started toward the stairs.
"I thought you were waiting for me to get my memory back." Claire deadpanned but laughed when Alice almost dropped the appliance and stared at her wide eyed for a moment, before bursting out laughing as well.
….
They went down to the prison basement and found the tunnel the Burrowers had used to enter through. When they had passed the others, Claire had to stifle her laughter as everyone stopped what they were doing to gawk at Alice carrying the giant refrigerator passed them. One would've thought that seeing her scale the side of the building would've had them more used to Alice's capabilities.
Alice and Claire stacked more random furniture on top of the fridge and made their way up again, after scanning the basement thoroughly.
"We're searching the prison to see if any more Undead managed to get inside." Claire announced when they passed the group again, not even stopping as she continued upward, Beretta in hand, Alice at her back, openly relishing seeing Claire in that role again.
The redhead was a born leader. Most would just see Claire as bossy, but what Alice found extremely attractive about the feisty redhead, was that Claire honestly didn't give a fuck what anyone thought of her, as long as they got done what needed to get done.
"We should probably go check the basement periodically to see if any new tunnels have sprung up." Claire told Alice as they entered the third floor.
Alice noted that Claire was all business as her eyes alertly scanned the area. It was difficult for Alice to focus her senses away from the redhead so clearly in her prime and toward any possible Undead, especially with the overpowering stench seeping in from the outside. But she managed to do so eventually and then frowned.
"There's someone else on this floor." Alice announced and Claire turned around to look at her in surprise. "There aren't any Undead, but there's a human." Alice told her.
She took over point as Claire covered her back and slowly walked toward where she was scenting the human, till they found a large free standing cell, containing a man sitting casually inside of it.
"Didn't know people were still keeping pets in this day and age." Alice remarked loudly to Claire who just shook her head at the woman and smiled. "Hey there Hamster, I hope someone's been feeding you." Alice quipped trying to assess the danger level of this new survivor who everyone downstairs seemed unwilling to mention.
Taunting someone usually helped in bringing out their true nature. She wondered how dangerous this man was if he needed to be detained in such an elaborate manner. Alice had been locked up before; she remembered those white walls slowly suffocating her while the virus tore through her body, making every cell within her burn. She would probably freak out after only a few minutes in that cage.
She walked up to the door and the surprisingly handsome man, dressed in a grey prison jumpsuit turned to look at her. His face held no discernable expression. It was neither angry, nor surprised. But his eyes… Alice noted there was something about them that fought to ease Alice's natural wariness. She noticed the slight crinkling at the corners of those blue-green eyes denoting someone who laughed or smiled often. Well, used to at least.
"I've been fed. Who got shot earlier?" He asked with a faint smirk.
"Just two undead." Alice answered coolly.
"Was wondering when they'd get in. I told those idiots that the gates wouldn't hold forever." His brow only creased faintly as he spoke.
"They burrowed their way underneath actually." Alice explained, trying to see if she could unnerve the man's steely gaze.
His eyebrows rose slightly. The Undead just kept on getting bigger and smarter and nastier.
"Guess I'll be safest in here then. This hamster cage is as impenetrable from the outside as it is from within." He retorted and Alice smiled at him unwillingly.
There was just something about this man she found… disarming.
"Care to join me?" He grinned.
The sound of the Beretta's hammer being drawn back went in conjunction with the gun's abrupt appearance at Alice's side, aimed directly at the prisoner's head.
"Care to tell us what the fuck you did to get locked up in there?" Claire asked indifferently, though Alice knew exactly what brought on Claire's sudden urge to join the interrogation.
The man's eyes widened and then he frowned as he stepped closer to the door.
"Claire?" He breathed in disbelief.
Both Alice and Claire stiffened and the redhead turned to Alice questioningly who shrugged that she didn't know the man, in answer to Claire's unspoken question.
Claire kept her weapon trained on him though.
"Who are you?" She asked and Alice watched the crestfallen look wash over the stoic man's face.
Did they used to date? Alice wondered.
"It's me. Chris." He answered looking pained. "I thought… I know it's been a few years, but I haven't gotten that old that you don't recognize me, have I?" He chuckled half-heartedly.
"Were you two…" Alice trailed off, motioning to the two of them suggestively, not sure she wanted to know the answer.
"God no!" Chris exclaimed looking disgusted at the thought, which had Claire lowering her weapon and taking a step back looking visibly offended at the perceived reproach.
"Oh come on Hamster, she's not that bad looking and you know what they say 'bout redhead's…" Alice winked at him, not being able to resist having a poke at Claire. It was hard to forget the state the redhead had left her in in the showers only an hour before.
Both Claire and Chris turned to Alice and glared at her and the brunette registered the uncanny resemblance instantly, before the tall man even spoke.
"She's my sister." He announced coldly. "And you will speak about her with respect." He seethed.
Claire's mouth opened then closed, looking from the man to Alice with such helplessness that Alice stepped closer to lay a comforting hand on her shoulder.
"Let's go talk outside." She told Claire gently before guiding the shocked woman out the room, not wanting the man to hear their conversation.
"You told me about your brother, but you didn't say much about him. Only that he taught you to fight and to shoot. It was clear that you loved him and feared that he'd been infected." Alice offered Claire the only information she knew.
Claire nodded absently.
"He does seem familiar." She shrugged.
"Well let's go talk to him some more." Alice gave her a reassuring smile before leading her back into the room.
"Why are you in there Hamster?" She asked, completely ignoring the elephant in the room even as the man stood staring at Claire with a mixture of elation and despondency.
It was obvious to Alice that he knew Claire.
"She's lost her memory." He whispered as if to himself, before turning to Alice. "My name is Chris Redfield. Son of Christopher Redfield, veteran aviator of the United States Air Force and I followed in his footsteps by joining the Armed Forces. When he left the service, he opened his own commercial flight business, where he taught my sister Claire, to fly Choppers as well. She's a natural Cyclic Nut." He grinned brightly at Claire who was still looking cautious, but Alice smiled at him, silently agreeing that Claire was indeed crazy about flying. "Her and Dad used to have this saying," he cleared his throat and turned to Claire, his eyes soft with compassion. "Anyone who flies lower than me is a moron, anyone who flies higher than me is a maniac, anyone who flies the same altitude –
- is a threat…" Claire finished, frowning even though Alice and Chris were beaming at her.
"You remember?" Alice whispered hesitantly, not willing to get excited yet.
Claire shook her head no.
"I just remember that part." She told Alice glumly. "Why are you locked up?" She asked Chris with clear frustration.
"My unit had been sent to guard the prison; we aimed to use it as a stronghold and base of operations." He started. "We intended on evacuating the prisoners, but as the virus spread more rapidly than we had anticipated, we recruited the prisoners to help us fight off the Undead. We were ordered to pull out when the situation became uncontainable, and during the chaos that ensued, a few prisoners jumped me and left me here to rot." He smiled humourlessly. "Your friends found me dressed in this prison suit and decided to keep me locked up." He shrugged. "Can't really blame them, I'm a very intimidating guy." He said with a charming lopsided smile that Claire mimicked mechanically before growing uncomfortable and averting her gaze to Alice who was smiling at the two off them.
"I see big ego's run in the family." Alice grinned at Claire.
"You're one to talk." Claire shot back with a matching grin and Alice just shrugged her concession.
"If those things are able to get in, you need to get out of here Claire." Chris warned solemnly.
"Yeah, I'll just walk out the front gate, ask a couple of zombies where the nearest bar is and go drown my sorrows." Claire remarked sarcastically.
Chris took it in his stride and only smirked at her.
"The sewers." He announced. "Go down to the sewers."
"Sewers lead to storm drains… storm drains lead to the sea." Alice whispered in comprehension.
"So we're heading to the ship now?" Claire asked.
Alice was about to answer that odds are that if any at all, there would definitely be less Undead on the ship than there was currently ascending on the prison, but was distracted by a loud banging noise coming from outside. She frowned and followed the sound to one of the windows, Claire following after her having heard the hammering herself.
Glancing through the dirty glass toward the big gates of the prison, Alice saw a huge Axeman using the hammer side of his weapon, in an attempt to break open the gates.
"What the fuck is that?" Claire shouted in surprise.
"An old friend." Alice smirked before turning to Chris again.
"We need to find the others and get the hell out of here. That gate won't last much longer." She announced as she focused on the door of Chris's cage and ripped it open using her mental ability. Alice didn't often use her skills when not defending herself, but this time it served its purpose.
For the first time since they found him, Chris Redfield seemed anxious.
"You better be her brother." Alice warned in a low threatening voice. "Because I swear to god, if you hurt her in any way, I will slowly tear the skin from your body and feed your bleeding corpse to the Undead." She snarled at him before exiting the room.
Behind her, Claire smirked at her brother's dumbstruck expression and trailed after the brunette.
…
"What's he doing out?" Luther barked, drawing his weapon and aiming it at Chris when they joined the group blocking the entry points on the ground floor.
"We need manpower and we need weapons and ammo." Claire announced, stepping between her brother and the barrel of the gun, which Luther lowered as soon as she did so.
"We stocked the armoury." Chris declared causing Claire to grin excitedly.
"We've tried getting in there. It's impossible without the access code." Luther negated.
"I have the access code. Since I commanded the unit stationed here. Like I have been telling you from the start." Chris drawled nonchalantly.
"Then why didn't you just tell us that to prove you were a soldier?" Angel queried.
"Firstly, you would've just assumed I had gotten the code from an actual soldier. " Chris scowled at him and by the guilty look on his face, Chris wasn't wrong in his assumption. "And secondly, I don't trust you with access to that many weapons."
"Don't?" Luther asked glaring at Chris.
"Yes. Don't." Chris glared back at him.
"Oh… Kay…" Claire announced after staring at the two men glaring at each other for a bit. "Let's go get geared up." She instructed before walking out the door.
…..
No one really had anything they were willing to carry with them that would subsequently slow them down. Save Alice, who was carrying her backpack, which contained a pair of binoculars, the video camera, the cigarette's she brought Claire, her collection of blades and the baseball cap. She would find a way later to subtly reveal it to Chris to see if he recognized it at all. But Alice was very sure at this point that he was in fact Claire's brother. Their mannerisms were the same, he offered information willingly. He clearly knew her family history. And he also gave them an escape route without trying to use the information as leverage for his own release. He tried to protect his sister, that much was apparent. But Alice still made a note to herself to keep an eye on the large man.
She watched him now as he expertly handled the weapons within the armoury. Claire looked like a kid in a candy store as she packed two submachine guns in an extra bag, along with a few grenades and as much ammo as she could carry.
"What do we do if the sewers are filled with Undead?" The redhead asked Alice.
"I'll scout ahead. We'll know if it's clear. And if it's not, I'll take care of it." Alice replied confidently.
"No doubt you would." Claire murmured, as she deliberately brushed passed Alice on her way out the gunroom.
Alice felt a shiver down her spine at the brief contact of Claire's bare arm against her own. She blinked slowly, still strung very tightly after a thirteen month period of involuntary abstinence. She could remember every inch of Claire's body vividly. The taste of her lips, the curve of her breasts, the feel of Claire wet and throbbing around her fingers…
She was shaken from her daydream by Chris clearing his throat and staring at her pointedly. He was definitely Claire's brother, Alice thought as she blushed under his reproving glare. She averted her gaze guiltily and left the armoury as well.
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Everyone gathered outside of the ground floor showers.
"Spread out and cover the passage, but stay in sight. Don't panic, it will take them some time to get in." Claire tried to assure everyone as the loud banging that used to be at the gate, now sounded at the door at the front of the prison.
She turned to Alice.
"How much time do you need?" She asked biting her lip nervously.
"Maybe half an hour. I need to follow the pipes and try and find out which lead where and go down to sense if there are any Undead." Alice answered.
Claire nodded slowly then tilted her head up and chastely kissed Alice like it was the most natural thing in the world.
"Be careful Superwoman." She grinned at Alice's surprised expression.
"You too, Red." Alice eventually smiled back before walking into the showers, taking care to avoid the glare from Chris Redfield she could feel burning into her head. Perhaps he still wasn't over the joke she had made about redheads, Alice mused.
…..
Burrowing a tunnel, even with her psionic ability proved to be a daunting task. They'd considered using the tunnel in the basement, but the chances that more Undead would be waiting for them on the other side, or even inside of it, was a risk neither Alice nor Claire was willing to take.
When she finally managed to make her way through the foundation of the building and the sewer lines, she was tired and completely covered in dirt. Alice stuck her head into the storm drain and sniffed the air. They were clear for now.
With great effort she made her way back to where Claire was pacing worriedly next to the large heap of rubble Alice had excavated and grinned widely when Alice appeared and struggled out of the mouth of the tunnel.
"Took you long enough, Casper." Claire chuckled as the broken concrete had covered the brunette in a new layer of white dust upon her exit. "Maybe you should take another shower." She offered suggestively. "I could wash your back?"
"Really? You're gonna try and seduce me now? When a million Undead are about to storm through this prison." Alice laughed.
Claire shrugged insouciantly.
"Might as well go out with a bang." She winked before fake laughing like a super-villain, as she walked to the passage.
"Time to go people!" She shouted out the door.
Alice put on her weapons again, grinning and shaking her head at the redhead. She was becoming more and more her old self with each passing day albeit a lot less tensed version of the former Convoy leader. Claire didn't know these people, though she clearly wouldn't leave any of them behind, the only person's safety that seemed to concern her was Alice's. And since Alice could clearly take care of herself, it wasn't such a heavy burden to bear. Unlike the Convoy, where she considered everyone her family. Claire would've been blowing a gasket if K-Mart had been there with them.
"Turn right when you drop into the storm drain." Alice spoke as she walked passed Claire handing Chris her backpack. "They're coming. I'll cover you." She said drawing her MP-9's and disappearing into the hallway.
Claire's jaw clenched.
"Come on! Hurry up!" She shouted. "Chris take point. Crystal, Kim Yong, Angel, go next. Luther you'll bring up the rear."
Luther looked up at her as he crouched at the opening, then to the door where the gunfire had started, the others already down in the tunnel.
"Go. Make sure they get to safety." Claire told him firmly. "Don't wait for us." She instructed.
He hesitated briefly then nodded determinedly.
"See you soon Claire." He grinned at her, before disappearing down the tunnel.
Claire smiled sadly after him, feeling guilty at how her jealousy prevented her from seeing Luther for the man he was sooner. She was crudely shaken from her musings though, by a loud crash that had the floor beneath her feet trembling and she looked up to see Alice running toward her, guns drawn and behind her a massive axe was lodged into the concrete floor.
"Get out of here Red!" Alice yelled angrily as she turned around and started shooting at the horde of Undead clambering past the axe and into the shower room.
Claire quickly removed a submachine gun from the bag of weapons she was carrying and started shooting as well. The Undead would come after them down the tunnel. They would be as slow as them in the confined space and she wasn't leaving Alice there to fend them off while she escaped.
"Like hell I am!" She shouted back.
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Alice knew better than to try and reason with Claire. There was no time for an argument in that moment. The giant Axeman removed his hammer-axe and had to duck as he entered the showers, casually dragging the large weapon behind him.
"Holy… Shit." Claire breathed with wide eyes.
Alice gritted her teeth as she fired on the zombies streaming languorously into the room. She had to find a way to block the doorway.
She took one of her shotguns and handed it to Claire.
"Draw him to the back." She ordered nodding to the Axeman and moved closer to the entrance of the showers maintaining her constant stream of bullets.
She heard Claire firing on the Axeman with the machine gun, who predictably started toward the redhead. Satisfied that Claire was clear of the entrance, Alice holstered her MP-9's and focused her mental ability while the groaning horde of Undead shuffled ever nearer to her. She concentrated on the large heap of rubble and soil she had cleared to form the tunnel and sent the debris flying toward the opening of the showers, taking a few Undead out with it and successfully blocking the doorway. She followed that up with removing singular bricks from the tiled partitioned walls, and hurling the shower of blocks through the Undead to further enforce the wall of rubble. It wasn't a permanent fix, but it would buy them enough time to get rid of the remaining Undead already inside.
Visibly exhausted from the mental strain, Alice drew her weapons again firing on the few remaining Undead just a few steps from her as she backed up, glancing over at Claire. The redhead was running from the Axeman swinging his weapon menacingly behind her, effortlessly cutting through the line of shower heads, causing the water to spill out of them which create a heavy downpour in the large room.
Everything was soaked within seconds.
Alice blinked clear her blurring vision and took out the last Undead and tried to focus her psionic ability on the Axeman, but all she could manage was to give herself a powerful migraine. If she continued to force herself, in spite of months of training with the White Queen, she would pass out and that would leave Claire alone with that thing. If only Alice could get Claire down the tunnel. It wasn't like the Axeman could follow.
She weakly lifted one MP-9, not having the energy to lift her other arm, she couldn't chance firing at the Axeman and risk hitting Claire as it closed in on her.
Claire didn't even slow her momentum as she rushed toward the wall, used her right foot to vault off of a bench standing against it. Her other foot kicked against a small window sill which propelled her over the giant's head, somersaulting through the air, before landing crouched down on the drenched bathroom floor, head flicking up to glare defiantly at the Axeman. The Undead wasn't nearly as impressed as Alice was at the gymnastics, as it turned around slowly and started toward the redhead once again.
Alice was regaining some of her strength and it was now the shock of what she had just seen that kept her inactive. She watched with rapt attention as an unarmed Claire charged the Undead head on, then dropped down onto her back, using the slickness of the wet tiles to slide toward the Axeman, grabbing the shotgun she'd lost at some point along the way. Claire aimed the gun at the zombie's chest and fired just before she deftly slid between its legs coming to a stop on the other side of the room.
The redhead got to her feet as the Axeman fell face down to the floor. Her eyes immediately searched for Alice who was still staring at her in awe. Claire smirked smugly and winked at her.
Alice had regained a lot more of her energy by then, but the sight of a haughty Claire Redfield had her legs weakening and her stomach summarily dropping with desire.
Claire really needed to get her memory back soon.
Before she could demand as much from the redhead, movement out the corner of her eye caught her attention. She'd been wary of the creature, having dealt with others before, but from Claire's stunned reaction, she'd definitely not remembered how difficult the Axemen were to kill.
Anticipating what would come next, Alice ran toward Claire whose brows knitted at her sudden movement, just as the axe left the Executioner's hand and went flying straight at the redhead. Alice reached Claire, throwing her arm protectively around the woman's back, forcing her to duck down, just as the blade zipped passed them and imbedded itself in the wall above their heads.
Immensely irked at how close that thing had come to decapitating Claire, , Alice drew her remaining shotgun in one fluid motion as she straightened up again, and fired. The Undead's head exploded soon after in a shower of glittering blood-stained quarters, before it collapsed onto the floor again with a loud thud.
….
Claire started laughing next to Alice.
"Awesome hobby!" She exclaimed, before wrapping her arms around Alice's neck and kissing her hungrily.
Alice reacted instantly, pulling Claire into her and found her back hitting the nearest wall moments later. Claire's body moved rhythmically against the brunette's, matching the ravenous swirling of her tongue in Alice's mouth. She reached up and twisted her fingers in Alice's dark brown hair, tugging roughly, causing Alice to grunt loudly as she dug her fingertips into Claire's back, letting them run down the length of it, causing Claire to shudder and moan as Alice cupped her ass and roughly pulled her closer.
They clung to each other desperately as they kissed, each apparently reluctant to allow any distance between them as their bodies melded seamlessly together. Claire's mind had drawn a blank, there were no thoughts of a challenge issued or that they needed to catch up with the others. Or that the blockade Alice had created wouldn't last forever. All that Claire urgently needed in that moment was for Alice to touch her.
She broke away from Alice's addictive lips with a loud gasp, needing oxygen, but immediately pressed her face into Alice's neck, mindlessly kissing and sucking at the soft skin as she sharply breathed through her nose.
When she was accosted with the brunette's intoxicating scent, her mind was filled with an image of Alice's face.
Claire stilled in the present as the memory overtook her mind. Though it was visually very hazy, Claire's emotions came across loud and clear. And even though she couldn't make out the image of Alice very clearly, she undoubtedly knew that it was the brunette that was there with her.
'Please don't leave.' She heard her own voice whisper, as she planted light kisses all over Alice's face before resting their foreheads together. 'Stay with me.' She pleaded softly, as she rubbed her nose against Alice's before gently kissing her lips.
Claire felt everything she had in that moment and she frantically tried to stay there and remember more, but she was forced back to reality nonetheless to find a concerned Alice staring down at her as she held Claire's hand in hers.
"You okay?" Alice whispered worriedly.
Claire nodded absently.
"I just remembered something…" She started and continued at Alice's expectant look. "I was sitting on your lap…" Claire trailed off and blushed, wondering if she was some sort of sex addict. "I asked you not to leave me." She looked to Alice to confirm that that did indeed happen.
Alice hummed, nodding sagely.
"Yeah that happened almost every night. You're very clingy, Red." Alice tried to say it seriously but a wide grin soon pulled across her face.
Claire shrieked and hit her arm but soon found herself enfolded into a warm, tender embrace.
"You're remembering." Alice breathed, sounding both relieved and happy, and the redhead hugged her back as Alice kissed Claire's head affectionately before nuzzling further into damp red hair.
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A/N: Female Koalas have two vaginas.