Summary: It should have just been a regular morning for Chris Redfield. He should have been just heading out for his usual every day job. So why did he wake up to find a certain puppy eared male in his bed?

Pairing: Nivanfield

Author's note: I shoulda been done with this last weekend. XD But work was just murder I swear. Anyways, it's a little longer of a chapter and I think you guys will really enjoy this one.

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My Pet Peeve 11

The TRICELL building was a lot easier to get into than Chris had expected once they had the right getup. The white lab coat Chris wore had the name Casey Johnson stitched onto the front of it. Plastered on his face was a pair of nonprescription glasses that seemed to enhance his features. Leon tried to get him to shave but he refused saying he needed a little bit of hair there for warmth. He just made it up to keep it…but they both knew that. If he was going to pretend to be a scientist then he'd pretend to be an unkempt, never sees daylight, scientist.

They split up to scope out the area better, Chris taking the west wing while Leon took the east. He blended in well with the other scientists hunching his back as if he spent many years bent over research. It also helped serve to hide his much taller status. None of the labs contained anything of interest having mostly plant experiments inside or specimens that were being tested.

The size of the building sort of reminded him of a small high school giving just enough room for what needed to be done. But it was only one of the three spread out around the city and didn't account for the many others stretched across the state. It was literally just a shot in the wind to see if this one had what they were looking for. For Irving to have been hiding among the BSAA, it had to be one of the three buildings in the city, right? The better part of his morning was wasted on listening into conversations about frog experiments and searching for hidden doors. Come midday, the two met again at a nearby café for lunch and to hopefully discuss their findings which Chris had none to offer.

"So…find anything?" Leon asked, stirring his cup of coffee as he stared up at him.

"Nothing…not a damn thing," Chris said in response, not sure if he was answering to the mission or to the menu in front of him. He sighed, resting his chin on his hand as he stared down at the menu still trying to debate on what he wanted. Turkey sandwich? It didn't sound like enough to him. Plus, not everyone could make a turkey sandwich…a good one anyway. He wished he'd picked the place to eat but Leon insisted that they come here. The sight of steaks on the menu put a small smile on his face before he could stop it, his mind thinking of a certain cute Semi that had an addiction to the sweet, tender taste of sirloin beef. "How's the steak here?"

"Horrible," Leon said frowning. "I'd stay away from it. Their specialty lies in their fresh garden salads. They're the best around."

"…I didn't come here to lose weight."

"And I think it's not a bad idea to eat this stuff called vegetables every once in a while." Leon smirked at the scowl Chris sent his way before taking a sip of his coffee. "They'll make you big and strong."

"I'm already big and strong…"

"…I'm not talking about Monstro." At the look Chris sent him, the other man chuckled lowering the glass again. "Have you talked to the kid about it yet?"

"I haven't had the chance," Chris said sighing. "Claire attacked me before I could get him to talk about it. But he said Monstro had nothing to do with it." Meaning Chris was still bothered by the thoughts of what Piers had meant. What had he done then if not that? "Anyway, we're getting off track here. Have you found out any information pertaining to that guy?"

"Nadda. It was like going on a blind date. I wasn't satisfied with the results." Leon paused, the two of them giving their orders to the waitress and waiting for her to leave before continuing. "So how were things on your side?"

"The same. I found nothing but people talking about plants, family, and one weirdo talking about making a hybrid dog lizard. I doubt he'll get far." The guy looked like a wack job anyway.

"So it sounds like TRICELL's just your average, typical pharmaceutical company."

"No, it just means we're looking at this the wrong way. If they're going to hide something, they're going to make sure it's somewhere no one can see. The people we saw today are just your average workers thinking they're working at a company that thinks of the world's better good. They don't have a clue about the underhanded stuff going on in their own work place."

They got quiet again as their meals came. Chris ordered a philly cheese steak that smelled better than it tasted. The bits of fatty meat didn't help much before he found himself just leaving the sandwich on the plate and staring an envy at Leon's enormous salad before the other smirked and held his hand out offering him some of it. His pride was too strong though as he shook his head and more or less just picked over the sandwich eating at the bread and drinking his sweet tea. At least that was good.

"Ugh, did you guys hear? That creepy Irving guy is coming back on Monday." The voices came from the group of TRICELL scientists sitting at the booth behind them. Chris's eyes flickered up to Leon's in the middle of drinking his tea. He saw the look of understanding returned as the two listened to the group. This was the information they were looking for. Apparently, the scientists didn't feel the need to be quiet. Maybe because most of the people here were from TRICELL? Or maybe it was because they didn't really know what the person they were talking about really did for a living.

"Seriously? I hate that guy! He's so…ugh!"

"He's not normal, that's for sure. Maybe that's why he has his own special office away from everyone else."

"Yeah I got kicked out of the elevator once when he tried to use it. And his voice is so annoying!"

"I just hope he doesn't bring anything weird with him this time." The group got quiet again as they started eating the food brought out to them. Then once their conversation turned to more mundane things like having to work on Saturday and what they planned to do on their day off tomorrow. Chris paid for their meal leaving a tip on the table before he left out of the restaurant with Leon, carrying a to-go drink with him.

They didn't speak until they reached Leon's car and Chris drove them out of the parking lot of the small café. It was obvious the elevator is what lead to the hidden floor containing Ricardo Irving's special little haven. "Alright…so we know what we have to do then." Leon glanced over at him before he continued to speak. "I'll get in touch with my contact and see about getting some more information on what's happening on Monday. In the meantime, there doesn't seem to be a reason for us to return to TRICELL today."

"We need a copy of that elevator key," Chris said frowning as he turned the corner heading for home. "With that we won't need Irving to get down into his little secret base."

"Or we could always just beat Irving up and take the key?" Leon smirked. "Guy looks like he could use a good beating." Chris shook his head though it didn't stop the chuckle from slipping out his lips. He couldn't blame Leon. Even he wanted to beat the guy into next week. And he hadn't even met him yet.

At the next red light, he paused to discard the white lab coat, Leon doing the same as they tossed the two coats into the back seat before Chris folded up his glasses sticking them in the glove compartment. He looked up, seeing an advertisement board with the words, "have you sprayed or neutered your pet today?" The words threw him off as he blushed thinking about Piers and wondering if Semi even got in heat. The mental images of Piers trying to grind against him while having a sexy look in his eyes wasn't helping him keep things under control one bit. He glanced over catching sight of Leon's grin and felt his cheeks heat up more as he cleared his throat, grateful for the green light as he started moving.

"Sooo-"

"Shut up. I don't want to hear it."

Leon laughed leaning back in the chair resting his arms behind his head. "Geez, you're not even giving me a chance to speak."

"Because I already know you're going to pick on me about something."

"Not a thing," Leon said though the smirk was still on his face. "So do you want me to help make some jello shots for tonight's game?"

Chris relaxed some at the change in subject, missing the dangerous smirk as he kept his eyes on the road. "Of course. If we're going to be tortured by her penalties, then I'd rather be drunk when it happens."

"Think your little pet gets friendlier when drunk? I doubt he'd have much complaint about Monstro then." The implications were there without Leon having to go into details on it. It didn't stop the redness from growing in Chris's cheeks more.

"Leon!"

"I'm joking," Leon said laughing again as he looked out the window. "But I can't help it that you're making this easy for me." The suave eyes glanced over at him then. "…You think they're still shopping?"

"I'm hoping they are." The look of determination took over for the embarrassment he had earlier. "We have to find those costumes before Claire gets back."

"Right." The look on Leon's face grew serious as he looked up ahead seeing the house. "Looks like they're still gone." He glanced at Chris. "We have to find those clothes and burn them."

"I doubt we could get away with burning them without her noticing," Chris said parking the car glad to see that his own vehicle was still missing. "But we do have to get rid of them." Because there was no way he was wearing that sailor outfit ever again. He'd even been forced to shave his legs and felt like the gayest sailor to ever exist. Hell, the tooth fairy one had been at little slightly less humiliating than…no they were both horrible. Just really really horrible!

"I'm not wearing that tiger outfit again," Leon said frowning.

"You got lucky," Chris said grunting as he pushed out of the small car. "Hell, the mafia outfit she let you wear was pretty cool. And the pirate outfit wasn't that bad."

"Well you got to wear that nice samurai set."

"The shoes were murder…and I felt like my ass was hanging out the whole time." He frowned as he walked up to the door, pulling his keys out when he noticed the door was cracked. Had Claire forgotten to lock up? Gestured to the door with his fingers, Leon taking a look before his own features showed concern before he pulled out his hidden gun. Chris pulled out his own gun as the two men entered the establishment carefully, easing the door open as they slid inside looking around for anything suspicious. The first thing that threw Chris off was the balloons set up and floating around the dining room table.

His brows lowered in confusion as he crept his way towards the kitchen. The birthday cake sitting on the stove brought home what today was before he turned quickly finding the eyes of Leon and Claire staring at him as the yelled out, "Surprise!"

"Wait…you were in on this?"

"Well I was supposed to figure out how to get you out of the house this morning," Leon said laughing as he leaned back tucking his gun away. "Turns out you did it for me with the whole mission this morning." He shrugged his shoulders. "Two birds with one stone."

"Did you forget it was your birthday today?" Claire laughed walking over to him giving him a hug. "I swear you're getting more senile the older you get."

"Maybe I am," Chris said chuckling slightly despite himself. He frowned when he looked around searching for the Semi that should have been there as well. "Where's Piers?"

"I'm here," the Semi said, voice coming from the steps before he started his way down. The clothes he wore seemed a perfect fit on him, especially the cargo pants that didn't seem to sag at all like Chris's clothes had done, granted he kind of missed having sneak peeks at Piers's nude bottom. Chris thought he would avoid his gaze again but the hazel eyes looked straight at him even though his cheeks seemed to redden when they did. "Happy Birthday, Chris." He'd obviously gone out with Claire to get the new clothes though the change in personality from this morning seemed strange. Had Claire talked to him? Did this mean she knew what was happening and why Piers had been avoiding him? When he got the chance he was definitely going to have to get the answers out of her.

"Oh, by the way," Claire said, that innocent smile turning to something more wicked as she backed up. "I found some more costumes for us to use in tonight's game. I hope you guys are ready for them."

Leon grimaced at the words, resting a hand over his eyes in dismay. "We were too late, Chris."

"Yeah I see," he said sighing as he looked up finding his eyes landing on Piers again before he cleared his throat turning away. "Let's get these shots made before we start."

"Yeah and eat some cake because it wasn't cheap."

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It was beginning again. Leon and Chris had already lost the first round against Claire being forced to wear the stupid costumes they were sitting in right now. Chris was probably the largest and grumpiest Winnie the Pooh the world had ever seen. Leon had been dolled up in a maid outfit looking anything but pretty to Claire's amusement. Even Piers had cracked a smile at that. The shots were reserved for the third round where everyone, costume or not, would be forced to take one before continuing the game. Each move would involve taking a shot. It was about the only time that Leon and Chris actually had a chance against Claire who had little tolerance for alcohol.

The second round was going on right now and Chris was the spinner. It wasn't helping to be able to watch Piers moving, his body bending in ways he didn't think was possible. Little helped keep him calm, meaning he could only hope the shots would at least cool his libido down. It didn't take long for Leon to be out, grumbling as he came to sit beside Chris as he waited for his next penalty.

"Hard to do anything in those heels, huh?" Chris couldn't help grinning at him.

"Gotta be better than that hot suit you're wearing." Leon smirked. "At least I can feel a breeze."

"Just don't let your balls fall out while you're in that thing. I don't want to see it."

"Mmm…" Leon didn't retaliate immediately but just leaned over whispering the next words. "Bet you'd rather see the pup's balls hanging out, huh?" Chris blushed unable to say anything in return as Piers looked over at him waiting for his turn and frowning with impatience as the position he was holding looked rather uncomfortable…and somehow provocative.

"Uh…right foot green," Chris said deterring the attention he was starting to gain. As Piers started to move, it was that one slip, that one bump against Claire's fingers that made him jump and caused him to collapse onto the mat before Claire joined him in the heap of twisted limbs.

"The pup lost," Leon said grinning big.

"No one asked you," Piers said narrowing his eyes at him, his ears flickering with annoyance. So he wasn't as bothered by Leon as he'd been in the past, but there was that bickering that happened between them now and again.

"And since you lost, it's penalty time," Claire said grinning big and ignoring the widening eyes of Piers before the young Semi made a face.

"I'd rather not," he said starting his path to crawl away ignoring how it had Chris staring at his ass and the swaying tail. Frowning, Chris reached out at the same time that Leon did, grabbing his cargo pants and tugging until they dragged the Semi back towards them.

"If we have to suffer with Claire's crazy costumes, then so do you," Chris said not taking no for an answer. Besides, he was a little curious about what Claire would make him dress up in. Well more than just a little curious. "Claire, go ahead and pull it out."

"Here it is." While the other two found themselves just staring at the outfit, Piers hid his face against the carpet in mortification. The one piece leotard bunny outfit was brown. Where the bunny tail should have been, it'd been cut off giving him a place to put his tail through. The ears were nowhere in sight turning it into a puppy outfit instead. And there was a set of paw print slippers and gloves to go with it.

"Please don't make me wear that," he said looking as if he'd just been told a ghost was haunting his soul.

"Make him wear it," Leon said grinning big and glancing at Chris obviously wanting this done for more than one reason. "Hell, if the rest of us had to wear our outfits, then he should have to too." It was only when his ears wilted in defeat after Claire whispered something in his ear that he finally relented, standing and taking the clothes in his hands before he rushed off to the bathroom. While they waited, they prepared themselves for the next game. Claire was going to be the game spinner this time around, meaning the three of them with their larger bodies were going to have a harder time finding dots to place their body parts on. Worse, they had to take the jello shots too.

The bathroom door popped open and all eyes in the room turned as one as the Semi stepped out. He was looking down, keeping his eyes on a spot on the floor as he let them survey the outfit. The leotard outlined the details of his body reminding Chris that he wasn't some fragile person but that he did have some obvious muscle definitions. Chris tried to keep his eyes above the waist but it was hard to with the package wrapped so nicely and the details of sexy legs that Leon had called womanly.

The large hands and feet looked comical on his body, his tail swaying with irritation as his ears flattened down on his head in embarrassment. He looked…absolutely adorable. This coming from the man in the Winnie the Pooh costume. Leon glanced at him, his smirk showing that he caught how Chris had been looking at the Semi. Clearing his throat, Chris turned his eyes away instead grabbing one of the jello shots.

"Wait, before you drink it." Claire stood up holding the spinner. "Remember that we all have to drink one shot before the next move."

"Right right, we got it," Leon said grabbing his cup and downing the shot easily. Piers frowned as he walked over and grabbed one, his nose moving down to sniff at the contents. "It's just fruit," Leon added in though there was a hint of a smirk on his lips.

Rolling his eyes, Chris walked over reaching to grab the shot from Piers. "There's alcohol in them. It's fine if you don't want to-"

"I-I'm fine," Piers said turning and swallowing the shot down quickly before Chris could take it from him. "I can handle myself." He walked away heading to his spot on the mat leaving Chris fighting off the urge to grab that tail or the twin cheeks that hung from the back of the leotard invitingly. Even though he only needed to take one, he grabbed two shots against Claire's approval and downed them hoping to drown out the image of Piers's ass from his mind. Sighing, he moved to take his place at the mat opposite of Piers. It was time to get this game started.

It was only seven minutes in when he started to have some difficulties. For one thing, the shots were starting to get to him. The mat looked like a blur to him, circles spinning in and out of focus the longer he stared at them. He was getting drunk…and he knew it. His second problem was the man crouched down beneath him who was staring up at him in a drunken haze and looking all that much more irresistible, his lips parted slightly. The next move shifted them all again, Leon dropping out as he fell to the floor unable to keep his focus any longer. Chris found his face close to the Semi's chest, his lips so close he could literally stick his tongue out and brush it against the small nub standing out against the leotard.

The following move messed with his alcohol induced mind, his hand resting on the circle as his arm pressed up against the Semi's crotch giving him chills. The Semi wasn't looking at him anymore, but his cheeks were red. Whether that was from the drinks or something else was left to debate though. Chris honestly didn't know if he was glad for the next move or not, missing the warmth that package provided him with. But the next move had him half on top of Piers, his nose resting up against Piers's neck like a dominating lover's. He could feel Piers's shiver each time his breath hit his skin. The BSAA leader literally couldn't hold himself back any further as he leaned in brushing his lips against the scented skin before lightly biting it, the Semi gasping out before his body slipped and he fell flat against the mat.

Chris looked down staring at the Semi that was looking up at him with a mixture of shock and…was that lust? But then he looked away quickly, swallowing before he rolled himself over to stand, unintentionally giving Chris a close up view of his butt while being smacked in the face with his tail.

"Whoa, Chris, you actually won?" Leon laughed, drunk off his ass as he drank down another shot, already wearing his next outfit of torture which was some ugly looking cheerleader outfit. He was just too drunk to even care anymore. Meanwhile, Chris was still stuck wearing the Winnie the Pooh outfit. Piers had already disappeared, taking with him his next outfit of torture that Claire hadn't even bothered to show to everyone because of how drunk they all were. Still, it'd be something to see before they ended the game.

Piers came back out and Leon literally fell over with laughter at the sight. It looked weird, staring at the polka dot dress. The red wig looking like it'd been fitted on sideways. Both striped stockings were sagging down his legs like he hadn't even bothered to pull them on right and strangely enough he only had one shoe on. It was literally like he'd just gotten stupid drunk…which he was.

Against his protesting, Claire grabbed his hand dragging him back into the bathroom, his tail the last thing seen before the door closed.

"Mmm, this has been a fun night," Leon said looking over at him and actually looking like he was enjoying himself. "So you thought about tonight's sleeping arrangements?" Crap, he knew there was something he forgot.

"Well," Chris used the couch to carefully pull himself up, his Pooh butt wobbling slightly before he straightened, waiting for the room to stop spinning before speaking again. "I forgot about that."

"How about this?" Leon sat up more carefully though he made no move to get up. "I'll take the couch and Claire can have the guest room."

"…And what about Piers?"

"He'll sleep with you, obviously," Leon said lifting a brow at the blush that appeared on his cheeks. No, that was the booze talking. "After all, didn't you say he liked to show up in your bed?"

"…What if I do…whatever I did last night again?" He paused sitting himself down on the couch to get his vertigo straight.

"Just suck it up and confront him tonight about it." He shrugged laying his head against the cool leather giving a sigh as if he'd felt some relief from just that small action. "He's drunk. He's not even going to remember talking about it."

"I'm drunk," Chris said frowning not afraid to admit it. "What if I forget about it too?"

"You're an experienced drunk," Leon said laughing cheerfully looking at the empty shot's mournfully like he wanted more. "You'll remember. You've been ugh…drunker, right?" He opened his mouth to respond but the bathroom door opening stopped him. Claire came out looking proud of herself as she giggled and stumbled tugging on the arm.

"Come on…come on out, puppy man." She kept tugging until Piers was pulled from the bathroom, a pout on his lips as he was forced out, stumbling slightly before he straightened again. How Claire had managed to fix Piers up in her drunken state, he didn't know. The whistle from Leon was much appreciative and Chris had to agree with him.

Piers looked hot. Both heeled, black shoes were strapped on correctly on his feet. His stockings had been pulled up circling above his knees properly and with much attention. His dress had been fixed fitting his thin form better and hiked up enough that tilting down would show the white bloomers beneath that he'd been forced to wear. And because of the bloomer's size, Chris assumed his tail had been tucked into the back out of sight. Makeup had been applied to his face, done much better than what Leon had suffered earlier, and the red wig had been fixed on his head correctly concealing his ears and covering his head with red curls. A small white bonnet fit on top of his head easily. He looked like he could walk the cat walk and gain everyone's attention.

"…So…is he some kind of sexy Raggedy Ann or something?" Leon asked, staring still.

"Correcto!" Claire yelled holding a finger up. She smirked and spun the finger around indicating for Piers to spin around as the Semi rolled his eyes and turned around slowly letting Chris see the back before he was facing them again, his eyes resting on Chris before he looked away. Ugh, was it that game again? Or was it just because of this situation? Of course he had just licked and bit Piers's neck earlier, hadn't he? "This would have been yours too Leon."

"Joy," he said lifting his eyes to the sky. "And what about Chris?"

"…Probably not so sexy Ann or maybe Andy. They did have a grandma looking one after all." She tilted her head in thought before shaking his head giving Chris some peace of mind as she let it go. "Anyway, since we're all pretty drunk and tired…mostly drunk, I think we should call it a night."

"I agree," Leon said pulling himself up to stand, his legs wobbling slightly before he swallowed. "Yeah…uh…I'm taking the couch so you can have the guest room, Claire."

"You're so nice," she said smiling though she didn't really look like she cared. Instead, she rushed over to Chris, not looking the least bit drunk as she leaned up kissing his cheek. "Night bro. Try not to cause and troubles tonight, ok?" She gave him a look like she was telling him to be good before she headed up the steps.

"Yeah…be good," Leon said grinning. "No Monstro's tonight ok?"

"Shut it and get to sleep," Chris said walking over to stand in front of Piers, starting to get a little nervous when the hazel eyes peeked up at him. "So uh…can you walk?"

"…They're not easy to walk in," Piers said frowning, Chris imagining that his ears were drooping right now. "I can't see how women move around in these things."

"It looks good on you," Chris said before cursing his drunken, loose tongue. "I mean it looks better than being a Winnie the Pooh." He gestured down to himself then feeling some relief when Piers looked him over and smiled.

"Yeah that one does look horrible," Piers said laughing slightly before it died down. He glanced over to where Leon was on the couch watching the two of them before he frowned narrowing his eyes. "What are you looking at?"

"Nothing," Leon said grinning. "Just watching the Winnie the Pooh trying to get a date with Raggedy Ann. This would be a fun story to tell to kids." He grinned bigger. "Especially the part about Ann being a guy in drag."

"I think you forgot you're currently in drag yourself, Mr. give me an A."

"Yeah, but at least I look like a guy in drag," Leon said laughing at the insult. "Hell, I did my own makeup, I have hairy legs, and I swear this is not something you want to see on a female cheerleader." He pointed to the scruffy chin and mustache.

Piers laughed at that relaxing some, his eyes blinking in that way that said he just saw double. "Well, I'm heading up to clean this off." He gestured to the makeup Claire took time to put on for him. "Like I need to feel any more awkward." He slid past Chris using the wall to catch his balance as he moved, having a hard time it seemed with the shoes. Chris followed his every move up the steps not wanting to admit that he actually tilted his head to the side to look under the skirt before Piers was going around the corner to the bedroom.

"If you're watching that much you might as well join him," Leon said laid out on the couch now as he lounged and cut the TV on for some background noise. "I'm sure he won't mind you washing his back…among other things."

"Stop that," Chris said scowling at him. "You keep making comments like I want him."

"Because you're showing signs of it," Leon said sounding frustrated like it should be obvious. "Maybe you don't notice it yourself, but you're practically drooling over him when you see him. Or do you think Claire just bought him those kinds of clothes for the benefit of teasing him." Because it was true. The two outfits they did see of Piers seemed rather…provocative. "Think, Pooh, think think think." He smirked when he said it tapping a finger against his head.

"Fine fine, I get it," Chris said scowling at him. "I'll do something about this but for now I'm going to bed." He looked towards the steps frowning.

"Those are steps," Leon said closing his eyes. "You use one foot in front of the other and eventually it's called inclining."

"It's also called declining when I kick you down them." He moved slowly, hearing only Leon's quick touché in response before making it up the steps. The trail of clothes from his bedroom leading into the bathroom made him pause, the heat from his cheeks quickly traveling down to his groin mentally seeing a naked Piers showering in his bathroom. It wasn't helping him at all, especially while being drunk, and especially not after seeing the panties by the door which were the last piece of clothing left behind.

"…I'll sleep on the floor," Chris said to himself gathering extra blankets and sheets as he made himself a small pallet to lie on before closing the bedroom door. He slipped out of the Pooh bear costume gratefully leaving him in his boxers and a t-shirt before he laid down just in time to hear the door open up. He closed his eyes, faking sleep even though he'd just told Leon that he would handle it. What was he supposed to handle? That he had a small crush on the Semi living with him? Crushes disappeared eventually. Besides, he wasn't rushing to look for a relationship when there was a threat of them disappearing one day. He'd dealt with that enough involving Wesker, even if the other man never knew about his crush on him.

Piers's feet sounded heavy as he walked getting closer. He slowed the nearer he got to Chris then started to pick up speed passing him before he seemed to hesitate and turned around getting closer to Chris again. He heard Piers's knees hit his sheets, held his breath when he felt alcoholic breath blow past his ear. The words that flew into his ear made his whole body go still. He felt his eyes shoot open in surprise but the young Semi was already moving to the other side of the bed, cutting off the desk light as he climbed in and let out a sigh for relaxation. But Chris couldn't bring himself to move, his cheeks feeling like they were burning as he replayed the words in his head.

"I think…I…might love you too."

Too?

Wait…

…What?

TBC…

^^ Hope you guys enjoyed all the costumes though I realize that Leon did lose three time, he got lucky about having to dress up the second time thanks to Piers's first time losing. ^^ Otherwise I believe Claire would have chosen a female police officer.