This chapter has, again, some adult content. Easter Sunday! What a nice day for soft porn! xD
Also, this chap has been checked by Lastdragonborn274 to make it easier to read and it got the official Sofistinha-approval, which means it's okay! xD But, of course, I made changes afterwards. I just can't help it XD
I don't own Resident Evil.
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Just happy friends
Neil wasn't particularly what people would call an ideal boyfriend. Maybe it was because he wasn't really her boyfriend in the first place. But even if they had ever decided to become more than just coworkers with benefits; something unimaginable due to their work; he wouldn't have changed. Neil Fisher was possessive, wild and rough and couldn't be further from caring. But she somehow enjoyed not being treated like a fragile girl, but like the tough and independent woman she was. And she hated to admit that it was her boss who was giving her the best orgasms she'd had in a long time.
How had they ended up in his bed? Usually they didn't even enter the bedroom for their games. The dining table had been the furthest they had ever gotten inside his luxury apartment. They barely could take their hands off each other when they were together. She chuckled and looked to her right, Neil was sleeping next to her, turned onto his stomach and completely naked, from his hips to his feet covered only by the dark sheets. She peeked under the cloth to have a look at his perfect butt. Too bad they had to be working for the same organization. She sometimes wondered how a real relationship with Neil would have been. She'd have loved to see Chris' face when she'd have brought Neil to their Christmas dinner. She smiled at the thought and shook her head slightly to get the idea out of her head. What they had was far more exciting than any romantic relationship. Shy smiles hidden from coworkers; secret meetings in hotels; wild sex on the backseat of his car, without regrets, without shame, without love. Without real love, at least. She bit her lip and smirked. Maybe she could wake him for another round before having to leave. She slid a finger down the line of his jaw, causing him to frown a little as he slowly started waking up.
Understanding her intentions, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her into him. His touch was demanding but soft and it made her melt in his arms. He really knew how she liked to be kissed; how she liked to be touched. He pushed his tongue eagerly into her mouth and herself to another level of arousal. Releasing a soft moan into his kiss, she let him grab her thighs and pull her under him. His hands; his hands seemed to be everywhere: on her neck, her breasts, her thighs, over her, under her and, of course, inside her. She arched her back as Neil reached for her spot and pushed two fingers into her wetness. How good it felt. Even if she knew that he considered her pleasure more as a success of his own, she loved being fingered by him. Sometimes he would make her come even before undressing her completely; other times she would stop him, eager to feel more than just his hands. That night, she decided to let him go on, to keep enjoying the sensaton of his fingers in her pussy and his thumb on her clit. She pushed her arm behind her head, her hands trying desperately to hold on to the headboard, scratching over the brilliant surface, unable to find stability. Neil smirked victoriously. He loved playing with her, making her moan his name, getting her wet, completely ready for him. He brought his lips to her breast and started licking her nipple, causing her to suck in a breath. She moaned. She gasped. She longed for more. Neil really pushed her further than she'd have ever imagined, deep into a trance only the shrill sound of her phone could pull her out of. She cursed and turned around to see who was disturbing her moment.
"I have to get this," she said smiling, placing one last kiss on Neil's lips.
"Can't that wait?" He frowned, touching her tigh, trying to pull her back onto the bed.
"No, it can't." She pushed his hand away almost violently before answering the phone. "Leon, hey. Everything fine?" Holding the device between her shoulder and ear, she grabbed Neil's shirt from the floor and slipped it on.
"Why does your brother text me asking me if I could stop you from dating your boss?" He laughed through the phone. "He must be really desperate."
"Shit, Jill talked," she cursed. She should have known before that the blonde wouldn't be able to keep the detail about her seeing Neil a secret from Chris.
"Are you really dating your boss, Claire?" Leon's voice became chiding. "After all those months turning him down?" The redhead left the bedroom and stepped onto the balcony. It was better if Neil didn't catch their conversation about him; especially since he was considering her friendship with the agent as a thread. Why he did so wasn't understandable.
"We're not dating. It's just…"
"Just sex?"
"Yeah, I know it doesn't sound right, and I didn't think we would ever get to this point. But trust me, it's perfect the way it is." She giggled. "Also, Kennedy, you're not really the most suitable guy to scold me, regarding your own partner choices."
"Maybe, but I would never sleep with the president!" He let go a deep-throated laugh.
"Only because the president is not a hot blonde!" Her words left him speechless and the fresh breeze blowing around her didn't even let her hear if he was still breathing. "Leon?"
"Sorry, I was just figuring Benford with breasts." He chuckled, causing her to follow along. "Claire, you know I'm not blaming you for anything. You can do whatever you want and you have my full support. I just wonder why Chris is so worried about your relationship with that man."
"He doesn't like him." She hissed.
"I figured that out already, but why?"
She thought a moment.
"He never did. I'm not sure if it's because of Neil's past in the FBC, but he and Chris never got along well with each other."
"So it's based on mutual hatred?"
She sighed.
"Yes."
It was probably the sad sound in her voice that told him how much she suffered because of her brother's surveillance on her love life.
"Hey, Claire," he whispered. "You know that your brother only wants you to be happy, and so do I."
"Yes, I know," she replied.
"Are you happy, Claire?" She hated when his voice adopted that caring, sweet tone. It was his own kind of emotional blackmail and it usually worked on her. But this time she wasn't holding back the question her respect for his decisions had always made her keep to herself.
"What about you, Leon? Are you happy?"
A short, weak laugh could be heard through the phone before the silence invaded them again. She had won this round.
"Just promise me you'll take care, okay?" He begged.
"I will. You too."
He hung up and left Claire thinking about their conversation, his words about her happiness still on her mind. She leaned on the balcony banister and watched the city. The views from Neil's apartment were breathtaking and it usually made her feel tiny and unimportant. But happy? The only evidence of how unhappy she actually was got blown away by the soft breeze as soon as it left her eye.
She turned around and walked back into the bedroom. Neil was sleeping again and didn't even react to the tiny kiss she placed on his forehead. No matter how good it felt, a hidden relationship based only on unrestrained sex was not what she was looking for and it was definitely not worth standing the disapproving looks of her brother and her best friend. She cursed herself for letting Leon manipulate her again. If only he had been be so easily convinced as herself, she wouldn't have had to worry about Ada leaving him broken ever again.
She got dressed and left a note for Neil, telling him that she had to leave but didn't want to wake him. She'd have to wait after the TerraSave party the following day to end their affair. It would be Moira Burton's first day and she didn't want Neil to be moody around her long-time friend.
Aaaaw, my poor Claire T_T
I have to admit, I totally ship her with Fisher. As my friend and sister Sofistinha would say: she's perfect to ship with the bad guys XD (Come back soon, sis. I miss you T_T)
I had actually planned to finally let you read the super hot and dirty Fisherfield Sofistinha made me write when I was still publishing Hands and Tools, but it's bad and too OoC. So, I decided to increase the hotness of this chapter ;) I hope you enjoyed xD
I also want to thank all who have got to this chapter without giving up, like my friend Thebigticket21 and Titoneitor2.0 who pitied me enough to even leave a review about the latest chapter. Thanks a lot guys, you are the best! :D
