Jill's starting to think there is no such thing as 'just another day at the office' with STARS, and she isn't sure if she likes it that way or not. It's been a month and some change since her one-year anniversary with STARS and things have only gotten stranger. Not just in the office but the murders popping up, either.
She just so happens to catch Kevin Ryman in the hall as she's on her way back to STARS with official evidence documents.
"You look stressed." She comments, expecting that to be the end of it.
"You would be too if seven women went missing in a two-week period." He says offhandedly.
"Woah are you serious?"
"Yeah." He shakes his head ruefully, "Something's fucked up about this city."
"You're telling me. Cannibals, murderers, kidnappers." She shakes her head, "Some kind of fucked up horror movie script."
"If I had to guess, I'd say the author is closer than we think." He says cryptically.
"They always are." She agrees.
"How's it down in STARS?"
"Just as weird, just as suspicious." She confirms, "Let me know if you're indicting anyone, I have a few people to add to that list."
He gives her a raised brow but says nothing. Somehow an understanding passes between them before Jill is on her way. She likes Kevin, always has. He's a good cop (not like a good cop, but he does good work) and Chris says he'd trust the guy with his life. Still, it's nice to know someone in this fucking building also sees how weird shit is getting in Raccoon.
Just as she's walking into the office, the door left open enough that she can easily walk in, she stops dead in her tracks.
"You've had your chance, Redfield. You're taking way too long." Joseph scoffs.
"Really, get your act together. You just going to wait forever?" Brad asks.
"Honestly one of us should fuck her already. God knows she could use a dick in her, instead of that stick up her ass." Forest's voice is teasing, but it feels cruel.
Chris doesn't respond to them and Jill feels the anger rising up in her chest. Jesus, she didn't need this.
"I bet Jill's really good in bed too, flexible in all the right ways." Joseph's voice grates against her skin.
"At this rate Wesker's going to get to her first. We can't abandon the poor thing to that fate." Brad smirks.
"Oh god can you imagine? Jill bent over that train wreck of a desk?" Edward laughs manically at the image. "Him all robot fucking her?"
She hears Barry sigh, but he doesn't say anything either. In fact, neither do Enrico or Kenneth, but what irks her even more than the silence is her own feet which practically glued to the ground.
"That's it, I'm going to show her a good time tonight. You losers are going to get a full report in the morning." Forest cackles, "Seriously, girl's gonna get her world fucking rocked."
"I doubt you're capable of that." She walks in, face furious and eyes full of fire. "I don't fuck people who only feel confident talking about someone behind their back. I also don't fuck assholes who have no respect for the women in their lives."
Toe to toe with an embarrassed Forest and an entirely shell-shocked STARS office she watches him stutter dumbly before she covers his mouth.
It's practically a slap, but her grip on his face is firm as she snarls, "If you're gonna talk shit you better be ready to eat it."
No one dares to move as she shoves him back in his seat. Her rage so plain and emanating the men sit by trying to decide if they should stare or avert their gaze.
"Next time say it to my face. Might be more dangerous, but at least you won't get caught jerking off in the middle of the work day."
She gathers as many papers as she can for the copy room and storms back out of the office. She runs back into Kevin who doesn't comment on her shifted attitude, he merely nods an acknowledgement as she busies herself.
There's a lingering presence behind her, but seems to decide against speaking, instead only dropping more files beside her and heading out. It's probably for the best that she spends the rest of the day in relative silence, her self-imposed exile in the copy room only ends when the day has waned far enough away that she can relax just a touch.
She feels the tension rising the moment she steps foot in the door, every STARS member fights not to stare at her entrance. No one opens their mouth; however, they keep their heads down until they're ready to get going for the day. Chris lingers by the door, waiting for Jill to pack her things and join him, she's hesitant at first. Only conceding when it's clear she's can't just linger forever, or he'll stay behind with her.
"Can I come by tonight?" He asks when they reach her car.
"Somehow I doubt I can stop you." She responds tiredly.
"If you really want to be alone-"
"You decide."
She closes her car door and adjusts her things until he's gone from the door. Small isn't the right word for the feeling in her chest, nor is defeat really. Disappointment maybe? Had she really been able to convince herself that things would be different here? Nothing is different where men are concerned, they are primal creatures that don't recognize how to change.
Chris walks into her apartment while she's picking up a few odds and ends around the living room. They stare at one another for a heartbeat, then two.
"I'm sorry Jill."
"Why didn't you stand up for me?" She asks, feeling positively childish but nearly not giving a shit.
"I-… I should have."
"But you didn't. Why?"
"I'm an idiot?" He rounds the couch, hands twisting around themselves.
"Come on, Chris, give me a straight answer." She folds her arms.
"I was afraid of saying too much." He sighs, "Like I wanted to lose my shit on them, but… fuck, Jill."
"Well I did lose my shit on them and now here we are."
"I just… Jesus Christ, Jill, I don't know why but I couldn't speak. I know it's wrong, but part of me felt superior for saying nothing, like because I kept my mouth shut I was somehow better than them." He's got honesty hanging in his eyes, begging her to believe him, "I fucked up, I'm sorry."
"I'm not looking for you to apologize." She says, something tugging at her heart that insists she comfort him.
"I just don't know what to do around you. I just get so much more stupid than even I'm used to… I want to be better for you."
"Hey, I'm not looking for a better version of you." She says resolutely, "If I were I would have dumped you by now and I think we've established that's not going to happen."
He shakes his head gaze stuck on his feet, Jill reaches out, hand on his cheek she guides his gaze towards hers.
"I love you, you know that?"
He smiles sadly, "Of course I do, I just wish I didn't constantly disappoint you."
"You do not constantly disappoint me." She steps forward again, his arms wrapping around her body instinctively. "Only sometimes, but you're human, it happens."
He's about to say something to that has to do with him not deserving her. He says that a lot and she's tired of hearing it. She stops him from opening his mouth by kissing him fiercely, and in response, he takes to her like a tree to good soil. Hands wandering down the lines of her body, he always tells he how beautiful she is, but he absolutely worships her with touch.
She's got his shirt off in record time, pushing him down to the couch she positions herself on her knees straddling his lap. His breath sounds like begging as he struggles with the buckle of her belt, her hands holding his neck; firm yet gentle at the same time. Frustrated he pulls away to give himself a better view of her belt while she takes to nibbling on his ear.
"You're distracting me." He chuckles, finally releasing the belt and tossing it aside.
"Am I?" She asks, lustful and hungry for him.
"I didn't say to stop." His voice is heady as he takes off her shirt, an unintentional sigh falls out of his lips as he drinks her in.
"Since when have I ever listened?" She asks, forcefully bringing her mouth down on his.
Still, he manages to let out a good-natured chuckle between their lips. His hand practically takes up the whole of her back as he pulls her in tighter, and this is the one and only time she revels in being slight. When he holds her like this, so close and so resolutely his grip is iron, she is protected. Safe even.
Fingers twisting up in the strap of her bra, he meddles around with the clasps for a moment, still clearly frazzled and frantic to get her undressed. While she releases his pants with ease giving him teasing eyes as she slips the fabric off his body.
He scrunches his nose at her, playful and reverent, pulling her back the second the article of clothing is discarded. Every part of his body is firm to the touch before melting beneath the heat of her skin, she only feels ownership over him during times like these.
He finally manages to release her bra, it takes all of her restrain not to comment on how incapable he is. He more than makes up for it by paying homage to her chest, sucking and kissing like it's his sole purpose on this earth. Despite knowing that he wants her to moan, to vocalize the feeling of his lips on her body she fights back. If for no other reason than to tease the fuck out of him.
She extracts one of her hands from his hair and reaches down to the bulging fabric separating them.
"You trying to kill me?" He asks, an edge to the laugh emitting from his mouth, tense and excited all at once.
"Something like that." She smirks, before his lips come crashing back to hers.
It's a struggle to get her own pants off, but they manage despite the frantic energy encompassing them entirely.
"A little out of practice?" She teases once her pants finally fall off her ankles.
"Shut up, not all of us can be perfect." He practically growls, pulling her back into a kiss, the movement nearly has her dripping.
"Prefect huh?" She asks in the second she pulls away before crashing back into him.
"Like you don't know it." He rolls his eyes indignantly.
In response, she hovers just enough above him where he's caught in the sensation of touch but isn't fully connected to her. He gasps involuntarily and she is left biting back laughter.
"What was that?"
"You're so cruel." He manages to spit out, eyes intense and heavy with lust.
"I don't think so." She chuckles, moving her hips down so that her body grazes him, eliciting yet another strangled cry.
"Fuck woman, you're either god or the devil and I can't tell which one."
She lets out a laugh at that, after he realizes what he's said he too lets out a laugh. Relenting in the midst of their giggle fit, she eases down on top of him, effortless and practiced. Their lips come together only to break apart for the continued laughter bursting out of them.
Jill does most of the work, rocking her hips and pulsing motions that make her feel every single goddamn thing. Though a few times as she raises up in her stroking motion he pushes his own hips up to retain the contact.
Her orgasm comes so much more quickly than she'd expected, unraveling all at once and collapsing against his chest. How he has that kind of effect on her, she isn't totally sure, but she wishes every moment of her life could be spent in his arms. Her head in the crook of his neck, hot breath dispersing on his cheek as her hands lazily fall from his neck and shoulder.
He follows mere seconds after, hips rolling harshly against her nearly limp body until every last ounce of need is gone from his body. Jesus Christ, she's tired, complacent, very nearly certain that this is true fucking love that Disney would never even think of touching.
Somehow, he still has the energy to pull her closer, with a kiss to her forehead he whispers. "I love you so much."
"I love you…" She returns, closing her eyes for a brief moment of ecstasy that no amount of orgasms could ever help her reach.
"You're so perfect." She looks up at him. Her smile basic and plain as she kisses him again.
"You ready for a shower stud muffin?" She teases.
"Mercy, I can't even walk yet." He adjusts his hold on her. "Do you think…"
"Do I think what?"
"It's dumb, never mind." He shakes his head.
"It's probably dumb but tell me anyway."
He chuckles, "Did I rock your world or what?"
She tilts her head back with the force of her laugh, "I think I'm the one who rocked yours."
"Oh really?"
"You disagree?"
"I didn't say that." He chuckles, "Just that I think I'm allowed to stake a partial claim in the world rocking we just did."
"Uhuh, you keep thinking that." She slips off his lap, feeling the twinges of nerve endings as she does, but she needs a damn shower.
"Come on, if I didn't rock your socks you'd never have sex with me again." Breath still heavy he takes in the sight of her, she nearly blushes.
"You're right of course. Having a big dick doesn't hurt your case either." She teases walking off towards the bathroom.
"I'll take it!" He calls after her.
So listen, I didn't write the sex, these crazy kiddos did it without me. I didn't mean for this to happen it just kinda... happened. So sorry. But also you're welcome.
Thanks as always to irithyll for enabling my addiction!
