Chapter 9
Let it go
"Feel, don't conceal Claire." K-Mart told her earnestly as they set up camp for the night a few miles outside of Las Vegas. They were planning to raid the city in two days' time and tensions were high. Well Claire's frustrations were high. Earlier that day she'd beaten a zombie to death with her shotgun instead of just shooting it.
Everyone was concerned about the Mercenary's aggression level that was only increasing day-by-day. That's why K-Mart seemed to have taken it upon herself to give what Claire could only assume was supposed to be a pep talk. She honestly didn't understand half of what the girl was saying. Well, the words she understood, but the meaning behind them was a little confounding to the redhead in her state of frustration.
She directed her confusion at K-Mart who did her best to explain.
"You're like Elsa and I'm your Anna even though our hair colours are totally swopped. But personality wise I'm here to bring out your playful side. To show you it's okay to feel. Let. It. Go. Claire."
Claire's brows furrowed and she leaned closer to the blonde and took a sniff.
"Have you been drinking?" She seriously asked. "I told Rain no good would come of this." She muttered starting to walk toward the tour bus so they could discuss everyone, she included, laying off the liquor for a while. Even as she thought it, she craved a drink. The heat was getting to her and Alice had fucking disappeared again.
"I haven't." K-Mart answered, jogging to catch up to her. "You're a pressed lemon Claire, and if someone doesn't do something soon, you're gonna explode right into all of our eyes."
Claire stopped and just stared at her. She was very sure she didn't understand any of that. She searched K-Mart's eyes for any signs of drug use. Dilated pupils in particular, which only made her think of Alice again.
Urgh.
"Do you wanna build a snowman?" K-Mart grinned at her.
Claire couldn't help but smile and shake her head. "I'm fine, Kid. Go find Cam and help her set up the perimeter please?"
"Don't think I dunno you're trying to get rid of me." K-Mart smirked. "But I'll go. Just remember: Elsanna forever." K-Mart pointed between the two of them. "And not the Icest kind, not that I wouldn't mind…" The blonde trailed off, her eyes glazed over for a moment then snapped back to Claire. "But no. Elsanna forever, but Clairice is my OTP." She winked and skipped off.
Claire let out a relieved sigh. She couldn't focus enough on trying to decipher whatever K-Mart had just told her.
"I'm going hunting!" She shouted to no one in particular, sure that someone would hear her. Claire just really needed to go and kill something.
…
"You need to talk to her." Sarah softly told Helena who was watching her clean her guns.
"Why me?" Helena sighed.
"You're the one always telling everyone to talk, so go talk to her." Sarah smirked at Helena's scowl.
"I'm very sure a lack of talking isn't what has got our Claire all riled up."
Sarah took a look around to make sure they were alone then lowered her voice to a whisper.
"She's a 26 year old veteran mercenary virgin who's lusting after one of the sexiest women I've ever come across. I bet she doesn't even know she needs to hump something. So obviously her only outlet is going to be violence. It's all she knows. Did you see that zombie today? She practically liquefied it."
"How'd you know that…" Helena whispered back, looking around as well to double check that the conversation was private.
"Oh please," Sarah smirked, "everyone else just assumes that at some point she experimented before taking her vow seriously. But I can smell a virgin a mile away."
Helena gave her an appraising look, settling on Sarah's strong hands cleaning her rifle. "Hmm. In another life…" She murmured with a wistful look, not caring that Sarah had heard her. They were open like that.
"In a heartbeat, Snowflake." Sarah winked and smiled back.
"So what should I talk to her about?" Helena chuckled trying to get back to the point.
Claire wasn't the only one in camp who was sexually frustrated. Everyone else just had a better way of dealing with it. Helena was pretty sure that Rain and Jill had finally gotten together. They were missing almost as often as Alice was.
"What do you think, H?" Sarah gave her a pointed look. "Get her to find some release."
Helena's eyes widened and her face flushed, but not from embarrassment. She bit her lip and seriously thought about what Sarah was suggesting.
"Well, I guess it's up to me then."
…..
Jill had the entire bottom part of her thumb in her mouth as she bit down to keep from making too much noise, her other hand was wrapped around Rain's ponytail as the Latina's head bobbed between her legs.
God, it was so hot, but it felt so fucking good.
She lay on her back on the bed in the tour bus, Rain on her knees at the foot of the bed. They usually didn't use the bed, it was way too hot, and it was the middle of the afternoon. They had parked in what little shade they could find, but the bus had become a boiling furnace, and still it couldn't keep them apart.
Jill couldn't think of a single reason as to why she and Rain hadn't been fucking all this time. She whimpered, and bit down harder on her hand as Rain entered her with two fingers. The sweat was dripping down both of them, and Jill wasn't sure she could breathe; she wasn't sure how Rain could breathe.
"You okay down there?" She panted lifting up on her elbows to look down at Rain, who just hummed her answer causing Jill to moan and buck into the feeling as Rain continued to pump into her.
"Fuck, fuck." Jill groaned and panted even as she continued to rock her hips into Rain's face. "I think I'm gonna pass out." She spoke deliriously dazed.
That got Rain's attention, who lifted her head, but soon placed her palm where her tongue used to be, continuing to pump and twist her fingers inside of Jill.
"Hot?" She asked breathlessly.
"So fucking hot." Jill mumbled, not ceasing her movements, grateful that Rain hadn't stopped either.
The Latina reached down next to her and dipped her hand into the jug of water she'd placed there earlier. You wouldn't be able to tell by the way she talked, but Rain was a considerate lover, and she cared about Jill more than she had been willing to admit for the longest time.
She took her hand out and started sprinkling water all over the scorching flesh of Jill's torso. The water was close to lukewarm because of the heated bus, but she was sure it was cooler than Jill's skin and was rewarded with a grateful whimper as Rain spread the wetness wherever her position allowed her to reach.
After her lover was thoroughly soaked, Rain leaned forward in between a pair of milky thighs and started gently blowing over Jill stomach and chest. Jill's whole body almost lifted off the bed causing a mad grin to spread over Rain's face. She focused the air over Jill's hardened nipples as she increased the speed of her thrusting and it wasn't long after, that Jill started shuddering, biting onto her fist, muffling her cry as she came.
She let Jill ride out her climax before crawling up her body and kissing her, still on her hands and knees before collapsing down next to her spent lover. It was quiet for a few moments as Jill caught her breath again, smiling happily to herself.
"I feel almost guilty about that." She murmured to Rain.
Rain hummed in question.
"Poor Alice must be going crazy; she definitely knows."
"And Freckles, did you see what she did to that zombie today? Jeez."
They were quiet again before Jill turned on her side and raked her gaze over Rain's body.
"We should probably go help set up camp."
"Probably…" Rain whispered as Jill's fingers caressed over her stomach.
"I'm sure they can do without us for a few minutes longer though." She said mostly to herself as she leaned down and took Rain's nipple in her mouth.
"Yeah definitely." Rain groaned as her eyes rolled back into her head and she arched her chest into Jill's swirling tongue.
…
Helena watched nervously as Claire made her way back to camp without a kill, looking more frustrated than when she had left. She cautiously walked over to where the redhead was stowing her rifle. Ever since finding out about Claire's history, everyone had sort of been both turned on and a little frightened of the redhead.
"Hey." Claire's scowl disappeared the instant Helena made it to her side.
"Hi." Helena smiled, finding her losing most of her apprehension. "Would you mind if we took a little drive?"
Claire's brow furrowed into that adorably confused look she got.
"Uh… Sure… Are you okay?" She asked worriedly.
"Yes of course, darling." Helena grinned at her, feeling more like herself the longer she spoke to her friend. "I just want to get out of here for a bit."
"Oh, okay…" Claire agreed, not really looking as though she believed her. "I'll just go –
- Sarah will let them know." Helena cut her off, moving to the passenger side door and climbing into the Humvee.
Claire sent another suspicious look at Helena's back before walking around the massive vehicle to get in as well.
…
Alice got back to the campsite just in time to witness the end of the exchange between Helena and Claire. She frowned and gritted her teeth. She liked the woman, but she hated how close she was to Claire. And where were they going anyway? She sighed, feeling the pressure in her head signifying her frustration with the whole situation, the need for a release that would no doubt go hand in hand with the release of her ability.
She should never have allowed Jill and Rain to join Claire Redfield's convoy. It's become pure torture.
Her attention shifted to where the doors of the bus flung open and her two friends stumbled out, attached to the hip. She was happy for them, but they made the entire fucking bus smell like sex all the time.
It was official, Alice was going insane, and she was becoming a danger to everyone.
…
"Pull over here." Helena instructed and Claire obeyed.
They hadn't been driving long, and Helena had them park on a cliff overlooking Las Vegas in the far distance. Claire grabbed her binoculars out of habit and scanned the area. See could see a few shapes, probably Undead, running rampant in the streets, but from that far it was hard to confirm or tell how many they were.
"We're gonna have a big fight on our hands." She grinned happily at the thought of killing zombies.
Helena hummed and nodded distractedly.
"Why don't you get into the backseat?" She suggested softly, locking her dark eyes on Claire, who gulped and slightly tilted her head to the side in question with a suddenly nervous smile. "There's something I need to talk to you about, darling, and I think it best if we can't see each other." Was the strange response.
Claire looked as though she was about to protest and prod further, but this was Helena. She trusted Helena. So she obeyed and climbed into the backseat just behind the dark haired woman.
"I've mentioned Myka before…" Helena murmured.
Claire frowned but nodded, then remembered Helena couldn't see her.
"Yeah I remember, H." She answered huskily, suddenly wrought with nerves. She anxiously rubbed her sweaty palms on her pants.
Her brows lifted as Helena handed her some hand sanitizer. "Use this dear, you've been carrying that dirty rifle of yours around for hours."
"What's going on, Helena?" She asked even as she took the small bottle and did as instructed.
"Myka and I, though we knew each other for years, were only fortunate enough to spend one blissful night together. So very long ago." Helena lamented as she leaned her head back into the comfortable seat and stared ahead through the windscreen. "There were circumstances of course that prevented anything more, but in the end, it was essentially my cowardice that robbed me of the opportunity to be with her again."
Claire settled back into her seat as well, thinking that this was probably Helena attempting to open up about her past. It was really strange, the woman had been nothing but direct during every other conversation they'd had before.
"And even though we could not be together, the longing still persisted…" Helena took a deep breath. "I'm not ashamed to admit, but I had spent so many hours, fantasizing about those succulent lips on my own, and all over my body…" She waited for Claire to say something; she couldn't see the redhead's eyebrows climbing into her hairline. "I didn't want anyone else and I couldn't have her, but I still had needs… Do you understand what I had to do, Claire?"
Claire's mouth hung open and she closed it again, then opened it again.
"Uh… I think so." She squeaked and chuckled nervously.
"I touched myself." Helena stated bluntly and Claire bit her lip as heat flooded her face and her tummy did an involuntary flip. "Sometimes when you have a need for someone or just because you're human, sometimes the best way to not go completely mad is to… take care of it yourself."
"Okay…" Claire's eyes narrowed as she started to realise the whole set up had little to do with Helena and more to do with her.
"Have you ever…"
"I haven't." Claire answered swallowing hard, frantically pressing the button for the window to roll it down, it wasn't working because the engine was off. Obviously. "Could you turn the key in the ignition please, it's really hot." She started waving her hand in front of her face as she focused on her breathing.
Helena leaned over and switched on the battery, pressing the child lock on Claire's windows but cracking the two in the front, the tint leaving the back in relative darkness. The slight evening breeze flowing through helped a lot and Claire felt like she could breathe again.
Helena started going through Claire's extensive playlist as she spoke again.
"I'm going to talk you through it, Claire." She stated confidently.
"What!? No!" Claire protested sitting upright, back ramrod straight as she stared at her friend who turned in her seat to look at her.
"It's either that or I make love to you myself, darling." Claire looked shocked at the statement, her jaw clenching shut as she stared at Helena with slightly glazed over eyes. "Now you wouldn't make me break the vow I made in honour of my Myka, would you?" Helena purred, letting her gaze travel over Claire's tightened frame. She tried not to frown, this wasn't going to work with Claire so tense. By her own admittance the woman was stuck in her head. Helena needed her thinking of exactly one thing, to simply tell her to do it and send her off to her own devices simply wouldn't work on the redhead.
Claire shook her head stiffly.
"Good girl." Helena smirked. "Now we're not going to do anything you're not comfortable with, okay?" She told her seriously.
Claire nodded again, slightly less rigid.
"You're gonna sit in the back, what you do there is your business and I'm going to speak to you and not turn around unless you ask me to."
Claire frowned again but nodded and obediently went to sit in her seat again. Helena offering to make love to her had made her stomach fiercely clench and the confusion at that, had left Claire more agreeable than she would have otherwise been. She was feeling more than slightly out of sorts. Being around so many women after having spent the majority of her life with only brothers, was a strange and novel experience. Of course her brothers often spoke about sex and their sexual encounters, but it had never made Claire feel as flustered as she did around her current friends.
Helena finally decided on some classical music, she'd often found Claire listening to it when she was relaxing. Though her own lady jam – a term she learned during a very animated discussion with K-Mart – was Johan Sebastian Bach's Prelude Cello Suite No. 1, BWV 1007, Helena thought it a bit fast paced for Claire's first time. So instead she chose Frederic Chopin's Nocturne in E-Flat Major and pressed the repeat button. It was a nice, mellow sound and would do well as unobtrusive background noise.
"I usually start –
- Wait!" Claire leaned her forehead against the back of Helena's seat. "Are you going to be doing it?" She asked sounding somewhat pained, causing Helena's chest to tighten in sympathy.
"No, darling." She whispered back. "I swore I wouldn't pleasure myself either. I'm just going to sit here and talk to you for a bit and listen to the wonderful music."
Claire closed her eyes and kept her forehead pressed against the front seat. She couldn't believe she was actually considering this. It was one kiss. One amazing fucking kiss and she'd already had to throw away three pairs of soaked underwear because of her thoughts and one very, very vivid dream. And it was the fucking apocalypse; replacing underwear was not easy.
"Okay, I'm listening." She breathed out through her nose, bracing herself for what was to come. She'd give it a shot, but she doubted anything would happen. Helena was right there for fuck's sake.
"I would start by thinking about her kissing me." Helena started, her voice low and husky as she thought of the last time she'd kissed Myka. "The softness of her lips, the wetness of her tongue…" She stopped allowing Claire to imagine her own kiss, knowing that the less she said, the more Claire's imagination would fill in the blanks.
In the back seat, eyes still closed, forehead still resting against Helena's seat, it didn't take much for Claire to yet again think of her first and only kiss with Alice.
"I imagine her kissing up my jaw and into my neck; her warm breath wafting over my ear as she whispers how much she wants me."
Claire bit her lip and ran her fingers across her neck, almost hearing Alice's raspy voice whispering in her ear.
She shivered. Alice's voice did strange things to her…
Her eyes flew open and she sat back. The tinted windows and dwindling sunlight made it so dark at the back, she felt almost on her own. Helena had done the best she could with her limited resources. And lord knew, Claire would never even have considered it on her own. She tried to get out of her head, wanting Helena to continue talking so she could focus on what she was saying.
"By then I could almost feel her body pressed into mine, her breasts softly brushing against my own while she swirls her tongue inside of my mouth."
Claire's eyes drifted closed again, she could still feel the length of Alice pressed closely against her.
"Her long slender arms wrap around my waist, pulling me harder against her, wanting me… needing me." Helena sighed heavily, unable to smother the intense yearning in her voice. "She lays me down and we start undressing each other. I want to see all of her and I want her to touch all of me."
Claire nodded along, eyes still closed. She may be somewhat naïve when it came to sexual innuendos and what led up to sex itself, but she wasn't stupid. She knew how sex worked. She even had a good idea about lesbian sex and masturbation. She just never would've tried of her own volition. No matter how often she'd thought about Alice to a point where she was aching.
It wasn't her first time experiencing arousal either. Claire was often very excited immediately after a mission. And then there were a few scenes in movies or the shows she watched that got her heart racing and stomach fluttering as well. They usually involved the heroin fighting her way through an impossible scenario. Claire knew that the violence appealed to her. She'd just thought that she admired those women, not that she wanted to be with any of them.
"I can feel her lips trailing down my neck as her hands cup my breasts, squeezing gently."
Claire's hand travel up on their own accord and she squeezed, feeling her nipples already hard beneath her palms. Her eyes flitted open to see if Helena was still not watching, but she could barely see the dainty woman sitting in the large seat in front of her. It was darker outside, cloaking her in the shadows, making her feel invisible, safe. She always grew more comfortable in the darkness.
"Then her mouth covers my nipple, sucking slowly as she takes the other in between her fingers, pinching lightly… twisting, harder and harder, until I moan at her touch." Claire bit her lip to keep from moaning as she tweaked her hardened nipples, feeling her stomach clenching and heat spreading all over her body. She could feel her underwear getting wet and it only increased her building arousal.
"Oh how she loved worshipping my breasts, I almost climaxed just from the way her teeth scraped over them. Gently biting and sucking…" Helena's eyes were still closed as she reminisced, almost forgetting about Claire in the back seat.
"As her mouth keeps on sucking, her hand trails over my stomach and I quiver beneath her, because I know where she's going… She knows how wet she's made me and she wants to feel it…" Helena swallowed hard and waited, wanting Claire to get there, hoping Claire was getting there and not just sitting terrified in the darkness praying for it all to be over.
Claire, however was softly rubbing her hand over her lower stomach, her muscles slightly jumping underneath her touch as her other hand continued to play with her breasts, stopping her from thinking anything other than how badly she wanted Alice's hand to dip into her pants. She unfastened the button of her cargos and slipped a hand inside. She needed to shave soon, she thought, but forgot about that as she scraped her nails over the soft patch of hair. She released the lip she was biting and slackened her jaw, afraid that she would gnaw it right off. She teased herself mercilessly, not touching where she was starting to throb and ache, not realising she was waiting on Helena to continue.
"I feel her hand grazing the insides of my thighs, making me tremble. I want her to touch me so badly… I lock onto her eyes, her pupils are blown as she hungrily stares at me." Claire instantly bit her lip again, picturing the way Alice always looked at her. "Silently I beg her to touch me, until she finally does, tracing the length of the warm wetness she'd caused with her finger."
Without another thought, Claire's finger slipped between her legs and she couldn't stop the strangled whimper that escaped her.
Fuck.
She didn't notice Helena hearing and turning up the volume on the radio. The music swarmed into Claire's mind, blocking out everything else as she imagined Alice's finger stroking her up and down, spreading her wetness, circling her where it mattered. Every harsh breath she took was bliss. She teased her opening, trembling slightly, before she moved her finger up again.
She touched her breast again and threw her head back at the combined sensations, gently rocking into her own hand.
In the front seat Helena sat flushed and awkward, torn between fleeing the Humvee and joining Claire in mutual masturbation. Her hands were gripping the seat at her sides. She'd felt herself tighten and a new wave of arousal soak her underwear when she heard the sweet strangled whimper indicating that Claire was indeed right there where she had intended her to be.
It hadn't taken much. It was so obvious over the last few days just where the redhead's mind was going when blue eyes would glaze over and Claire checked out of the world.
Even through the loud music, she could still make out Claire's harsh breaths and it didn't help that the redhead's knees were pressing into the front seat making it move almost imperceptibly in tandem with her strokes and the rocking of her hips.
Helena was very aware of the exact moment Claire reached her climax, as the front seat was pushed forward and a strangled moan, muffled by what she assumed was probably Claire's hand, filtered through Chopin's piano notes.
The dark haired woman sucked her bottom lip into her mouth, afraid to move, wondering how long she should wait to say something. Everything had gone to plan, but what she hadn't calculated for, was looking Claire in the eye afterward.
She sat quietly, ignoring the throbbing between her legs and how uncomfortably wet she was. When Claire didn't move for a while she lowered the volume of the music and waited.
Claire cleared her throat and chuckled nervously.
"So… That was interesting."
Helena smiled as she heard the smile in the redhead's voice, humming her response and relaxing into the seat.
"Let me know when you want to head back." Helena told her.
"Can I open my window now?"
Helena laughed and leaned over to undo the childlock.
Claire unrolled the window and closed her eyes breathing in the night air. She did feel so much better than she had the last few days. More relaxed. She was definitely doing that again.
"Thanks Helena." She murmured with a contented smile on her face.
…..
It was dark when they arrived back, having been gone for almost three hours. Claire and Helena having chatted for a bit, enjoying the privacy of the location. They spoke about Alice of course. A little bit about Myka, but it made Helena sad so Claire didn't ask too many questions. They discussed K-Mart and Cameron growing closer. Not really sure where it would go, but the two seemed to understand each other. K-Mart was happy and Cameron seemed content. It should be all that mattered.
When they pulled up to the campsite it was an irate Alice who greeted them. Claire's eyes were wide as she took in the rakishly handsome features of the lanky blonde. She hadn't seen Alice up close in days.
"You can't just disappear like that!" Alice hissed at her, pupils large and blown, only a thin layer of green iris still visible.
Helena stepped forward and slightly in front of the dumbstruck Claire.
"We told Sarah that we would be going for a drive."
"A drive?" Alice's voice rose slightly as she continued to glare at Helena. "There are Undead everywhere! And bandits! People don't just go on joyrides through the fucking desert at times like these!"
"Claire is very capable of protecting both of us." Helena reminded.
Alice's eyes went to the redhead again softening remarkably, seemingly unwilling or unable to deny that fact.
"She is." Alice's eyes trailed over Claire, taking sharp breaths through her nose as she took in her scent. Her brows furrowed for a spilt second in confusion before her expression hardened. "That doesn't mean you two need to go off to do god knows what to each other and invite the danger." She turned a venomous glare to Helena. "You're both grown women for fuck's sake!" She heatedly admonished before turning abruptly and stalking off, muttering to herself about everyone fucking everyone else.
Helena turned a concerned gaze to Claire who looked back at her and grinned brightly.
"She was jealous wasn't she?" Claire whispered excitedly causing Helena to laugh softly at the childlike enthusiasm. As far as Claire's sexual maturity went, she currently seemed to be going through the hormonal teenager phase.
"Yes darling, she was very jealous."
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