Unkissed
"No, wait! Stop!" Deep gasps followed Claire's cry as she tried to overcome the sharp, cutting pain. How could something hurt that fucking much? And she had believed the first vaginal sex had been painful. Her fingers curled around the edge of the desk, as stiff as the rest of the bent body that hung over the surface. She gasped until she heard the man behind her sigh.
"Miss Redfield, will you please keep your voice low? You're the one who asked for this." His grip around her hips was harsher than usual, telling her how much her attitude displeased him. Claire clenched her teeth.
"Well, now I ask you to stop!" She turned her head around, threatening the man until he let go of her body.
"I told you that it wasn't the right time." It was almost heartbreaking how much he cared for the integrity of her body parts after just trying to kill her through vertical impalement. Sure, he now had to keep exposing her as the innocent, inexperienced girl she was. Claire pulled her pants up as she watched the man sit down at the desk again.
"And when is the right time?" She asked impatiently, raising her brows to demand an explanation. Wesker turned his face back to hers.
"Well, if you'd express your wishes a bit earlier, we can find a way to make it more comfortable for you." He clicked his tongue and leaned back in the chair. "I already told you that showing up here with the will to practice things you've heard Jill Valentine do to your brother is not a good idea."
Rolling both her jaw and eyes, Claire nodded at his sharp attempt to offend her. Maybe she had indeed been a little too hot-headed, but there were certainly other ways to tell her that he was right and she wasn't.
"Fine. No anal sex tonight," she hissed and lowered herself carefully onto the chair, crossing her legs and arms and starting another staring contest with Wesker, who sat in front of her. As usual, she was fighting that contest alone. "What else do you suggest?"
The blond's look dropped to his watch.
"Honestly, I think you've wasted enough of my time." He clicked his tongue and Claire pouted at his childish behavior.
"Oh please!" she lifted herself and walked around the office, eventually leaning against the desk. "There must be something you'd like me to do." With a quiet whisper, Claire lifted her hand and tried — dared try — to touch his face. Wesker was quick grabbing her wrist and holding her back before she even reached him, his gaze impacting on her through the shield of the glasses. Claire winced, standing the pain in her arm as she bent forward, hoping she'd catch the man glancing at her tits when she did. "I mean, we can make it quick."
It wasn't the first time she tried to tease the shit out of him, only to see how far he'd let her go trying her supposed female weapons on him. He didn't risk a look at her cleavage. He smirked a bit and squeezed her wrist a little tighter, causing Claire to frown.
"Miss Redfield, it's funny to see how eagerly you beg for attention." There was not the slightest hint of shaking in his low voice as he spoke. He was calm, dark, and an ass — as usual. "And all because Chris is busy with someone else."
Claire took a deep breath as she held his gaze. They had been seeing each other secretly every Friday night for a couple of months already, and Claire had been introduced to all kinds of new sexual practices. Bondage and dominance were his favorite, she had noticed. Wesker liked to be in control, and she loved to be controlled. It was funny, because Claire had not only learned how to use her body efficiently to please Wesker and herself, she had also gained enough confidence to face him in his most offending demeanor and show him how much guts there were in the name Redfield. She watched him, clicking her tongue provocatively. Her eyebrow jumped up.
"You won't happen to be jealous because that someone else is now busy with my brother instead of you, will you?"
Oh, that had hit him. She felt it. She knew it! She saw it written on his face, no matter how hard and cold he kept his expressions. Jill and Wesker. Wesker and Jill. Claire's look drove through the room as she wondered in what places he had done it with the brunette until the Captain chuckled back at her.
"I fear you misunderstand everything, Miss Redfield. As usual." However, the touch of his hand as it let go of her wrist and slid over her chest showed her how much she had really understood. Undoing the zipper of her jacket and pushing his fingers into it, he palmed the smoothness of her right breast as Claire's blue eyes darted back to his face. The next second, he was on his feet, lifting her legs ungently as he ripped on her pants, pulling them up to her knees as Claire lay back on the desk, with her feet in the air. He rapidly checked if she was ready, before he chuckled and buried himself in her boiling, wet hole.
He'd probably never tell her what had happened between Jill and him, but it didn't really matter as, currently there was only Claire on his desk.
They could leave the anal lesson for the following week.
"I fucking hate spring!" Jill had been sneezing her lungs out the previous weeks every time someone opened the door or a window. The brunette had a very tough kind of allergy and the antihistamines she was taking just seemed to knock her out physically without improving her life quality in any way. She'd even been on medical leave the week before. Claire pitied her. She looked like shit.
Chris was taking great care of her and it somehow delighted Claire how well the couple was getting along. She'd be soon off to college and, though Chris had once left her alone to enlist for the Air Force, she didn't feel so confident about leaving him living on his own. Luckily, Jill was with him. Admittedly, when it was pollen season, she was as useless as a wet rag.
"Oh, Claire," the brunette cleaned her nose and sat at the table for dinner, where Claire was serving them mashed potatoes. "I overheard a conversation between some high school girls when I went to get my meds today," she said. "They were talking about their prom. When is yours?"
Claire sighed in annoyance. Jill didn't look like she was into such stuff and she had believed the subject would be as unimportant to the brunette as it was to herself.
"Friday," she responded in the most boring voice she could make, hoping they would soon move the conversation to other issues. Unfortunately, they didn't. Chris' fork hit the plate in a loud rattle as soon as he heard about the prom.
"Friday?" he asked in surprise. "Why didn't you tell me? Don't you need a dress or so?" His look turned dark. "Who is taking you?"
Claire's eyebrows jumped up at her brother's reaction, enjoying the jealous undertone in his voice. How cute. He believed she would attend her prom and that she'd even have a date. She couldn't hold back a smirk of love before she shook her head at him.
"Nobody. I'm not going, Chris."
But that seemed to upset her brother even more. He stopped chewing as his look drove over the table in confusion.
"Why not?"
Both Chris and Jill had their faces turned to her, staring at her with the widest eyes each of them could currently make. Claire felt the uncomfortable pressure on herself and shrugged.
"That's just a stupid event for those poor souls who need to show themselves off, pretending that high school was the best time of their lives and that they'll keep in touch forever."
Chris shook his head, not believing his sister's words.
"I always thought you liked high school."
That wasn't entirely wrong. She liked school; she just didn't tolerate some of her snobby classmates. She shrugged once more.
"Well, in this case, there's no reason to celebrate it's over."
Jill giggled at Claire's reply as Chris rolled his eyes.
"I didn't go to mine either," the brunette explained in a sad voice, lowering her look to the plate where she was currently stabbing her vegetables. "My father and I moved from one place to another at least once a year. So, by the time I had to go to my prom, I didn't really know anyone in that school, so I skipped it." She pouted to hide how close she was to tears. "Also, my dad was arrested shortly before that party, so the chances anyone would have asked to be my date were pretty bad."
The warm glance Chris gave her was priceless. He looked like a kid lining up excitedly for his first time at the movies. He patted his chest.
"I would have asked you out!"
The woman returned his look, putting her hand onto his.
"Yeah, maybe you would." Someone as brave as Chris Redfield wouldn't have feared any social pressures if they kept him from taking the girl he liked to her prom. Claire eyed him. Wasn't he the best man who had ever walked over earthly ground? "So, Claire!" Jill turned her attention back to the redhead. "I think you should go, even if you think it's stupid, because you might regret it someday."
Claire inwardly wished Jill would suddenly stop breathing and just die right where she sat, as now even Chris turned to her expectantly.
"I agree with her, Claire."
Blowing out a deep breath, Claire poked the food on her plate, giving a cold shoulder to the remaining adults in the house.
"Think what you want. I'm not going."
Chris sighed, running his tongue over his teeth as he thought about it.
"I really don't want you to miss this, Claire. You're a young girl, you have to go to your prom." There was an expression of hurt and concern on his face that Claire didn't miss to catch. She loved him so much — until a second later. A second later, a part of her wanted to murder him.
"Is it because you don't have a date?"
The click of her tongue was so loud and angry that she thought it would blast her teeth out. Was Chris suggesting that she needed to show herself around next to a pretty-faced boy to feel confident? As if he himself had never taught her how to be the independent young woman she was? Jill's clear eyes turned to Claire in expectation, probably driven by the knowledge about the secret boyfriend she believed the redhead to spend her nights with. Claire managed to give her a sign and appeal for her silence again.
"That's absurd. It's just a stupid party," she hissed at Chris once Jill was taken care of.
However, Chris' surprising reaction made the stupid party look like the most wonderful idea ever anyone had.
"You don't have to go alone, you know?" He laughed. "I can go with you!"
Her jaw dropped as she looked into his eyes, silently asking herself if she was hallucinating. What had he just said? That he wanted to take her to her prom?
"But…" Headshaking, she tried to hide her excitement over Chris' offer. "That's…"
However, Chris just took her hand and smiled at her. A tiny gesture that unarmed her instantly.
"Please Claire, it would make me so happy to take you to your prom. Will you let me be your date?"
Okay, no, she wasn't dreaming. It was real. Her brother was seriously asking if he could take her to her prom. A craving sigh found its way through her lips as they curved a smile. Had she ever craved anything so much?
"Oh, Chris."
Half-heartedly, and only to pretend she wasn't dying of love and happiness, Claire had kept claiming that she couldn't be taken to her prom by her older brother. That discussion had gone on another twenty minutes, until they concluded that only her friend Kelly knew what Chris looked like and that he was the best option for her to go to her prom, impress everyone, and come back safe and sound. Claire felt like walking on clouds. Chris, the man she loved, was her prom date.
Her mood swung from merry excitement to neurotic hysteria within seconds. Picturing herself and Chris together at the prom, and wondering how her classmates would react, she didn't find the needed sleep that night. Would people ask her if Chris was her boyfriend? What would she even reply to that question? And, more importantly, what would Chris reply? Claire was so excited that she nearly forgot that she already had another appointment on Friday night. However, as soon as she became aware —the following day— that her prom interfered with her weekly lessons with Wesker, Chris was already giving her the news that would free her from any obligation.
"Hah!" He exclaimed as he entered the house on Thursday afternoon. "Wesker gave me tomorrow night off, so there's no problem for me to take you to the party." His arm carefully curled around her waist and spun her around. Claire giggled loudly in surprise.
"Really?" she yelped incredulously.
"What did you tell him?" Jill laughed, busy drying the dishes Claire had just washed. "He's always making us work on Friday night lately."
Claire had to bite her tongue to hold back the chuckle that tried to crawl out. Jill couldn't know that she was the reason why they never got a Friday off. On top of that, Wesker had always prepared some special tasks for the S.T.A.R.S. teams that would keep them away from the office, if not the entire station. Investigating footprints in the woods, following and observing suspicious individuals of questionable backgrounds and organizing papers about century-year-old cases were commonly his favorite jobs to give them. The fact that Chris and his colleagues were getting paid for tasks that weren't hard nor dangerous in any way was the only reason why Claire didn't really feel guilty about it.
"I told him I was taking my sister to her prom." Chris laughed and shrugged as Claire's eyes widened.
"You told him that?"
Her brother nodded.
"Sure, I did." The smile he gave her was reason enough to believe blindly in his word. Chris grabbed his sunglasses from the table and put them on, making a serious face as he turned back to Claire. "He said Chris, take your night off already. My regards to your sister." Theatrical gestures of boredom accompanied his words as he spoke and made him indeed sound a bit like their Captain. Laughing, he took the sunglasses off.
Claire just stared flabbergasted at her brother's acting.
"He said that?" She yelped; Jill chuckled somewhere behind her and Chris nodded, laughing.
"Yes, although he was probably just getting tired of hearing me talk."
As Chris and Jill left her alone with her thoughts, she felt an unknown warmth in her chest. Chris wasn't the only one who had been given Friday off and, maybe, it was Wesker's particular, gloomy way to say he was satisfied with her services. She somehow felt like a prostitute who'd received her first payment, but she couldn't have cared less. She was going to her prom with no one less than Chris.
It was all that mattered.
Was this really happening? Claire thought as she thumbed over the floral corsage on her wrist after fastening the seat belt. Not in her wildest dreams had she ever imagined she'd be attending her prom with the man she loved, and everything still felt deliciously unreal.
She hadn't had enough time to buy a new dress and Jill had suggested she could wear the green one from the RPD meeting again. Chris telling her she looked amazing in that thing was enough to make her forget how easily the straps of that dress had slipped off her shoulders when Wesker had caught her in the gardens. Anyway, that night, she was with Chris, and only with him. And Chris could take off whatever he wanted.
Shaking off the forbidden thoughts, Claire turned to her brother, who had just climbed into the driver's seat and was searching for the right frequency to join them on their ride to the party.
"Hah! Perfect!" he exclaimed as the melodic voice of Freddie Mercury slammed We Are the Champions around their ears. Yes, Claire felt like a champion, indeed. Chris was just doing his sister an innocent favor, but to her it was the biggest declaration of love he could make. And good Jill had been sent to arrange some documents in the RPD. "Ready?"
Claire nodded, smiling nervously as Chris hit the gas.
"I can't believe it! Claire!" Kelly yelled as she spotted the siblings entering the huge ballroom. Leaving her date standing alone on the dance floor, she ran towards her friend to welcome her. "I thought you didn't even think of coming to such a stupid, boring event."
Chris responded for his sister, looping his arm around her shoulders and nodding happily.
"Oh, she tried to stay away." He laughed so full-heartedly that Claire was about to melt in his arms. "But I knew she'd regret it forever if she didn't go, so I took her." Clearing his throat, he put on the most suspecting expression she'd ever seen on him. "This way I can make sure that no unworthy being gets too close to my DNA, too."
Claire rolled her eyes. If only he knew what she'd do to his DNA, he'd probably believe he was the one who needed to stay away from her. Kelly laughed.
"Oh, don't worry, Chris. I think Claire can handle the unworthy pretty well on her own," she said and smiled at Claire. "But I'm sure that all the girls will die of jealousy when they see that you bring the hottest of dates," she giggled. Claire laughed, seeing how shyly Chris scratched the back of his head. Wasn't he cute?
Kelly was a sweetheart. The cute, tiny blonde with rosy cheeks and a shrill voice had been Claire's best friend ever since they'd met in their first year in school. She had excellent taste in music and her Danish mother always offered Claire those toffee cookies when she visited them. Kelly was respectful, kind-hearted and trustworthy and, to Claire, that was reason enough to be friends with her.
"Just don't let your date hear you," the redhead replied, but Kelly just shrugged her shoulders, eye-rolling.
"I'm just being honest, and Michael himself must be aware that he can't compete with Chris." She laughed and patted Claire's shoulder. "Taste the punch, girl. That shit is fruity."
As her friend walked away, Claire launched a timid look at her brother, who shrugged his shoulders.
"As your brother, I'd say you have a single drink and you can walk home," he said and gave her a dark glance. "But as your prom date..." his expression shifted into something so naughty it made Claire sigh in despair. "As your prom date I want some, too." He grabbed her wrist and pulled her through the mass of rolling balloons and plastic party streamers towards the tables, checking quickly which was the best spot where to attack the bowl from.
Once he'd gotten them two cups of punch, he and Claire walked around the dance floor, studying their chances to actually get onto it at some point of the night.
"Come on, this is your prom! You can't just not dance." Chris howled as if he tried to drown the loud 90's pop music. Claire just shook her head and leaned closer to him, yelling into his ear.
"I wasn't saying that I don't want to dance. I'm just not sure I know how to."
Her brother, never too shy for a big show, rewarded her with a bright smirk.
"Oh, please. You don't have to do a Waltz or a Tango. It's just about shaking your hips a little, following the music. Nothing sophisticated." Claire's squeal when she felt his hand on her waist was lost in the music. "Come on, it's very easy. I'll lead you." Chris pulled her after him onto the dancefloor and Claire was certain her heart was going to explode. Catching sight of the group of snobby, rich girls, led by Melissa Hathaway and her new silicone tits, Claire felt glorious. She was being evaluated from head to toe by all the jealous eyes. Chris was indeed much more attractive than any of their dates and the girls knew it too well. Not even the captain of the football team seemed to interest them anymore when her brother walked past them and Claire thought, again, that this had to be a dream. Just in the middle of the dancefloor, Chris turned around and faced her. "So," he said and took her hands, laying her arms around his neck and putting his own around her waist and hips. "Here we are. I'd say, we just start shifting our weight from one foot to the other. Later on we'll get to move them actually, okay?" He laughed and Claire nodded, a little nervous.
It was such a pity that the night wouldn't end with them two in one bed together.
Chris led her perfectly. They danced three complete songs before they got another cup of punch and talked to some of Claire's classmates. He introduced himself as an old friend of her brother's and that he was so happy to take Claire to her prom. He kissed her on the cheek and temple in front of them all and Claire wished he'd take his acting a bit further. Maybe she could just turn her head accidentally and make him peck her on the mouth. She punished her impure thoughts pouring down a whole cup of punch.
"Hey, hey, hey! Take it slow!" Chris had spotted her and took the cup from her hand as he jerked his sister away from the punchbowl. "That was enough alcohol for you, young lady." He hissed. "You can't drink yet, you know?"
Who cared? Everybody was under twenty-one and already getting tipsy at that party. When she'd seen Kelly the last time, the blonde was battling with the most hilarious and cutest hiccup ever, which made her sound more like a hamster with a cold than like a teenage girl.
"Hey!" Chris exclaimed as a new song began to play. "Someone has actually some good taste here." After a never-ending and ear-ripping list of NSYNC and Backstreet Boys pop songs, the unmistakable voice of Axl Rose waved through the hall and Chris smirked. "We need to dance to that song, come on."
They danced slowly, like lovers, to the sadly romantic rock song. Waving and floating in her brother's arms, Claire knew she didn't want that night to end. Ever. She wanted to stay there in Chris' grip and listen to November Rain and drink punch until she'd die. Nothing would matter as long as Chris was with her. Her brother held her tightly in his grip and she let him lead her over the dance floor. And she was happy. She was exactly where she belonged.
"So never mind the darkness. We still can find a way." Chris had such a beautiful voice. Claire shifted in his grip and put her head against his shoulder, carefully nuzzling his neck. "'Cause nothin' lasts forever. Even cold November rain."
It felt like those lines summarized what they had gone through together, and how they'd survived thanks to their love. Claire thought it was the most precious song ever written, just because Chris was singing it to her. She sang along, softly whispering the emotional lines into Chris', and she knew that she had a new favorite song. Claire giggled.
"I love you, Chris," she whispered, sensing he wouldn't understand the real meaning behind her words. He didn't.
"I love you too, Claire-bear." He kissed her forehead and Claire looked up, staring into her brother's eyes like nothing else in the world mattered anymore, and she noticed how close his lips were to hers. A burning question spread in her head and wouldn't let her go. Would he let her kiss him?
Chris smiled at her and Claire smiled back. Their faces were so close to each other's that she could feel Chris' breath on her nose. Had they ever been that close? She couldn't remember. Everything around her swung and spun and Chris' handsome face was everything she saw; the center of all her blurry attention. Something told her they had stopped dancing and simply stood still, facing each other. His hand rose up to her cheek, removed a tiny strand from her face and combed it behind her ear. She scanned his features in the spotlights as the longing dared take control over her acts.
Kiss me.
She wasn't allowed to even wish it.
Kiss me like you kiss Jill. Voraciously. Eyes closed and mouth wide open.
Her heart beat faster as Chris cupped her chin and turned her face up to his. Her heart raced, pumping her blood through her veins at a painfully electrifying pace. Was this really happening?
Yes. Do it., Chris. I'm ready. Kiss me. Kiss me and be my first one.
Her hymen was gone, that was true. But her mouth? Her mouth had never been really tasted by anyone. Neither Wesker nor herself had ever made a real attempt to share their breath that closely, and she'd never complain about it. Her eyes fell shut almost automatically. Claire parted her lips in expectation as she tilted her head to the right. Just a tiny bit. Just enough to show Chris she wanted it, too.
"Uh-oh." Chris' soft voice reached her ear and her eyes fluttered back open. There was a spark of concern in her brother's amused smirk. "Look at you! You're falling asleep already." He released her hips and grabbed her wrist instead. "I think you've had too much to drink."
Could someone die of disappointment? If so, it had surely been her heart she had heard shatter in her chest as she felt the air in her lungs was missing. Chris thought she was drunk, which was ridiculous. She had barely had enough to be a tiny little tipsy. The only thing that was currently altering her senses was Chris' aftershave.
"No, I…"
But her brother was already pulling her after him towards the exit.
"We're going home."
Okay, Chris had been right. She was indeed a little drunk, Claire admitted as the first curve Chris took seemed to last until they arrived home. She hung sadly in the passenger's seat, crying for the ending of the night she had whole-heartedly wished for, and wondering what would have happened if she had just taken the chance and kissed her brother.
Chris pulled the door open and leaned into the car.
"Can you walk?" he asked her in concern. Wasn't he a sweetheart? Always so worried about his baby sister and her well-being. Claire rolled her head to him and smiled.
"Yes, Of course." Leaping out of the car, she soon noticed Chris had to hold her wrist to keep her from stumbling. Fucking fruity punch. Claire giggled. "Oops."
Chris' laughter announced his doings and one second later, he had already taken her up and was carrying her towards the front door. How comfortable his grip felt around her. Claire nestled her head on his shoulder, wishing he could be her pillow for the rest of her sleepless nights. He was so strong, walking with her through the house as if she weighed nothing. Not even the steep staircase was a problem for the robust frame of his, and just a minute after they arrived, Chris settled her into the silken cushions of her bed. He sat next to her on the edge of the mattress.
"I know it's a sin to let you wrinkle that dress, Claire," she heard him whisper closely, combing her hair out of her face. "But I don't think you're able to get out of it."
Help me. Rip it off my body. I'll show you what a sin is.
Claire smirked at her filthy thoughts, opening her eyes to Chris again. Was there anything more heart-stopping than that shimmer in his eyes?
"Thank you, Chris. I had a wonderful night."
A smile spread on his face as he thumbed over her cheek. Leaning down, he brushed her forehead with his lips, just enough to leave Claire longing for more.
"Me too. Thank you for letting me join you. Good night, Claire" When he got up, Claire held on to his hand, pulling him closer to her. As if there was a chance that a tipsy teenager could actually move a strong young man like Chris Redfield. He chuckled.
"You need anything else?"
I need you.
She sighed, closing her eyes again.
"Stay with me."
Sleep with me.
And Chris just kept chuckling. Her free hand reached for the spot behind her and patted the mattress.
"Please."
The sound of his jacket slipping off the perfect silhouette of his shoulders aroused her surprisingly. Pushing her knees together, Claire shifted a little as she felt Chris lie down next to her body and embrace her from behind. Carefully. Aware that one wrong move was enough to touch her breast accidentally. Claire hummed the melody of November Rain quietly as she let sleep claim her, Chris' arm tightly wrapped around her. It wasn't as good as she'd wished, nor as she deserved, but it was more than she'd ever ask for.
"I love you, Chris."
"I love you too."
He switched the lights off and let darkness swallow them both.
