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English
Rated T
Romance and Hurt/Comfort
Jill V. & Chris. R
The Final Chapter
What Unites Us
Epilogue
Thankful of being shown the path out of the hell. The proverbial light at the end of the tunnel wasn't just dark. It was gone, none existent. It was only when Chris revealed her blindness to the escape. He had to leave her to save her. Giving her back her life and her breath to do what she does best - to come full circle and save him in return to bring about the end of a common foe.
With a rocket launcher to the face. God bless the BSAA and all the other acronyms and all the other usual suspects in the alphabet soup with their surplus of big bad, nasty weapons.
Christopher stumbled into the room uttering his distaste as to what torn him from their first date. Or something along those lines. Jill quickly hushes his angry words the only way she knows how and brings him to the bed. "I'm not made of glass." She smiles and sees him shake his head just a fraction.
"I know that more than anyone." She hears him say. Followed by the sweet nothings that should have been said long ago in a shared apartment back in Raccoon City. Before the violence, hate and stuff of nightmares which the handful of people had escaped long, long ago. Most of them doing something with the permanent memories. Inevitably turning it into their day-to-day lives or jobs or reason for finally coming to a life of a vigilante. Their life had turned into a zombies, champagne, and strawberry scented filled one. Hopefully that can turn into a daily occurrence too? Claire had done so though could the older Redfield follow? Pent up, life long frustrations had let them to this. Chris leaves a trail of kisses over her collarbone, feeling her pull him against him and wrestle with her clothing. Pushing off the peach, silk dressing gown and leaving herself bare to him.