A/N: Hey you guys. This is the last chapter in this first Resident Evil tale I've been working on. I do plan to pick things up in a second installment, but this will conclude the first book. I've had an amazing time with this story and these characters and I hope you have as well. I can't possibly thank you enough for all of the reviews you've taken the time to write. Thank you all so much. And now, on with the show.

Chapter 13

Albert Wesker sat calmly within the confines of the laser hallway. His hands and feet were bound with the strongest restraints known to man. He was about to be executed. If he had any sense of whimsy left at this point in his life he probably would have spent his limited time thinking about past events in his life and possibly making his peace with any number of gods that used to exist in the hearts of men.

But he wasn't a man anymore; not really. He was an instrument that had served its purpose and now he was being retired. Perhaps it was the wrong move, perhaps it wasn't. Either way his fate was sealed.

The doors opened and Alice walked through them with two heavily armed guards and a man holding a camera.

"These are the last words of Albert Wesker before the carrying out of his execution for treason, and crimes against his fellow man," she said, her eyes looking dead-on to Wesker. "Do you have anything to say?"

A smug smile broke across his face, "Documentation for posterity, Alice? Really you shouldn't have."

"This isn't for posterity, this is a warning those who would harm their brothers and sisters in arms," she explained. "Violence against each other will no longer be tolerated. You will serve as the example for what you did to Rain O'Campo."

"And what better way to stop violence than by using it against the offender. I must say, Alice, I'd shed a tear of pride for how sensible you've become if only I had the capacity for such an emotion. You wear the colors of hypocrisy like a badge of honor. It suits you."

"You've murdered millions of people through your connections with Umbrella; you don't get to lecture me on matters of morality," she leveled back.

"Yes, but I also have, in my last few months, put in place the army that could save the human race. Though I would imagine that's not how I'll go down in the books," he shrugged. "History is so very often told by the winners. Of course, I won't be around to see who they actually are."

"I think we're good on those last words," Alice ended the conversation and turned to exit the hallway.

"You know I was right," he called after her, sounding almost bored with his own statement. "You can put on a sad face for the camera all day, but at the very end of it you're happy I did what I did to Rain O'Campo."

"I'll be happy when you're reduced to a puddle of meat on the floor," she replied without looking back."

As the door closed behind her she was the only person to stand at the glass viewing pane to witness the total annihilation of Albert Wesker. She couldn't see his eyes due to the filter of his trademark sunglasses but she didn't need to. She knew what she would see in them if they were within view: nothing. Wesker hadn't been capable of emotions for quite some time now. He was nothing but logic and muscle.

And as the chain link pattern of lasers ripped through him, she realized that she felt nothing as well. Perhaps because she'd been hardened by the never-ending fight against Umbrella. Perhaps because she knew that after all he'd done he truly deserved it. Whatever the reason, it both reassured and scared her all at the same time. The last person she wanted to turn into was Wesker. Because right now, he was nothing more than a bloody pile of waste on the floor. The only person that would curse his passing at all would be the person cleaning up the mess.

2 Weeks Earlier

"Over my dead body!" Rain stated firmly to Kara on the subject of wearing a dress to the approaching mixer.

"Please, please, please," she begged. "I lost a bet with Claire and there is just no getting out of it. I don't want to do this alone and you're my best friend."

"I'm your only friend outside of Claire and she doesn't actually count because you two are sleeping together now. You'll get over it simply because you can't stay mad at me or you'll have no one to talk to about your tawdry escapades with the more likeable member of the Redfield family."

"Rain, please, I'm begging you," she pleaded. "I'll do whatever you want me to do; mall cop duty for a week, foot rubs, back rubs, whatever you want. Just please, don't make me do this alone.

"I don't do dresses," Rain stated.

"Neither do I but I can't get out of this one," she paused, trying a different tactic. "Plus, it probably wouldn't hurt things with you and Jill. I heard Claire telling her about my embarrassing little debt and she said she wondered what you'd look like all femmed up."

"She did?" Rain asked, it wasn't exactly something she'd thought of before.

Bingo.

"Yeah, I swear," Thrace answered. "I mean, it wasn't in an 'I hate the way she looks now' kind of way. It was more of an 'hmm, that could be hot' sort of deal."

Rain stopped for a moment and thought about the scenario. She did hate wearing dresses but Jill rarely asked her for anything because the woman was so damn caught up in playing the part of the broody ex-Umbrella drone who wasn't deserving of any kind of fun. If she wanted this, she'd probably never actually come out and ask Rain for it herself. And there were so few things that Rain could actually do for her that were really special.

So, with mild annoyance, she agreed to Kara's request, "Mall cop duty for one full week. I don't care how much you complain about not being able to see Claire."

"Agreed!" Thrace said emphatically.

"And I swear to any god you want to name, Kara Thrace, if this is some big huge joke and I end up being the only person there in a dress I will kill you in front of the entire army. Am I being clear?"

"Crystal," Kara raised her hands up as if she had nothing to hide.

"Uggh, fine," Rain begrudgingly acquiesced. "Now where the fuck do we find dresses?"

"Inside the mall of course," Thrace answered.

"Great, let's get this over with."

The gym was filled with the sounds of slaps and grunts as Jill and Claire sparred together. They'd started making it a habit about a week after moving into the Hive; finding that it helped both women work out some of their aggression and it gave them time to discuss the goings on in the ranks. Today, of course, their banter was honed in on the coming evening and the fact that both of them would rather fight a bio-weapon barehanded than go to the event.

"I still think she's crazy for setting it up," Claire admitted as she danced around Jill. "I mean, really? Getting a bunch of people that don't like each other all in the same room and serving alcohol. Sounds like a recipe for disaster to me."

"Yeah, I know," Jill agreed. "I'm not exactly sure where her head is at on this one but Alice has never let us down before, so I guess we just need to trust her and do as we're told."

"Yeah, but doing as we're told includes being pleasant and dancing," Claire responded. "Neither of which am I good at."

"Hey, at least it's you who doesn't like people and not the other way around," Jill fired back and then missed landing a punch. "Most of the Resistance still hates me for all I've done in the past. You try striking up a conversation with someone who's envisioning slitting your throat."

"I don't understand; you deal with that when you talk to me all the time," the redhead deadpanned and landed a kick to Jill's side.

"Very funny," Jill grunted into the kick as she righted herself and took up a better guard.

"Hey, at least we both have dates, right?" Claire mentioned. "I'm going with Thrace and I hear you and O'Campo have started getting pretty hot and heavy with each other. At least we won't be single losers who can't dance."

"I guess if there is a bright side, that'd be it." The brunette agreed.

"You guys get it on yet?" Claire asked.

"Jesus, Claire! Could you be anymore crass about it?"

"I'm sure I could if I really tried," she answered with a smirk. "I was actually trying to be nice by asking. I already know you did. O'Campo tells Thrace everything and Thrace can't keep a secret to save her life."

"Great," Jill shook her head. "Did she at least tell her it was good?"

Claire chuckled, "I can't remember specifically but apparently there were a lot of 'amazings' and 'insanes' thrown around with a few smatterings of 'Jesus Christs'."

The brunette couldn't help the smile that crossed her face.

"Oh my god," Claire rolled her eyes. "Don't get that excited about yourself, hero. You're going to make me yack."

"What? Am I supposed to not be happy about it? Give me a break," she replied. "And stop talking to Thrace about my sex life. It's not like this cheap thing that I've got going on for a little action in my downtime."

Claire raised an eyebrow, "What is it then?"

"It's... I don't know, it's special, I guess," she blushed slightly because she knew that her sparring partner was probably about to make fun of her for it.

"Gross," she replied, stepping up her kicks and punches. "Are you in love with her? Because if you start going soft I'm going to find a new person to knock around."

Jill stepped up her game and finally gained the upper hand against Claire, landing a punch and sweeping her feet out from under her.

"Trust me, that won't be happening anytime soon," She smirked and offered her a hand up.

"What, the going soft, or the falling in love?" she asked as she was hoisted back up.

Jill thought for a moment, then finally answered, "The first one."

"Wow," was the only response from the redhead as she accepted the offer.

There was also something else she was wrestling with but had yet to actually talk to anyone about. She couldn't think of anyone less appropriate to talk to than Claire Redfield but it wasn't as if she had a whole lot of choices. So, as they made their way back to rest on the benches and towel their sweating bodies, Jill finally took a deep breath and let out what she'd been thinking.

"Do you sometimes have problems... giving up control... like, in the bedroom?"

Claire's eyes grew wide, "What the fuck! Did Thrace say that to O'Campo?"

"What? No!" Jill answered "I was talking about me. I... I'm finding it hard let go and just let her take over now that we've become more... intimate."

Claire eyed her suspiciously, as if she weren't telling the truth.

"I promise, Rain didn't say anything," Jill insisted, "Whether or not Thrace told her about what goes on in your bed is another matter, but Rain is somewhat more discreet than your little girlfriend."

"She's not my girlfriend," Claire corrected. "We're... being nicer to each other."

"Right."

"Anyway, that's not what you wanted to know, right? You're having problems letting O'Campo take the reins?" she nudged her and chuckled.

"Jesus Christ, I should have kept that to myself."

"Oh come, on don't be so sensitive, it's not that big of a deal," the redhead tried to encourage her. "What's going through your head about it? Some kind of deep seated mental block?"

"No, I've never really had problems with it before," Jill blushed again. "I think it's because I feel like, after all I've done since Umbrella got a hold of me, that I don't deserve to be, for lack of a better word, loved like that."

Claire thought about what the nature of her response should be and finally just went for tough love; her specialty.

"Wow. I gotta say that is some serious pity party, Goth girl bullshit."

Jill's face turned and brow furrowed in anger.

"I'm serious," Claire continued. "You're so worried about all this crap in the past that you're probably making her feel insecure about everything she's doing and you're definitely missing out on reciprocation. Umbrella has already taken away so much from you; from all of us. Are you going to let them fuck with your happiness as well? With Rain's happiness?"

Jill thought about it for a while and finally shook her head, "No. No, I'm not."

"Then swallow your pride, quit acting like some wounded animal and get properly laid," Claire said as she got up and punched the woman. "I'm hitting the showers so we can get this stupid fucking party over with."

Jill smiled and followed suit. Sometimes the best place to get advice is the least likely.

As Albert Wesker made his way to Alice's private office his eyes surveyed the structure of the Hive. It was one of the older buildings so it didn't have all the bells and whistles of the nicer ones but it would certainly do for a while until they were able to take over better facilities. He knocked on the door of the office before entering and then made his way in.

"Wesker," She looked up from her desk and regarded him. "I trust the trip over was uneventful?"

"It was," he answered. "Let's hope we can say the same about this little gathering you've put together."

"Are you kidding, I'm hoping for the party of the century," she moved around to the front of the desk. "And considering it may be the only party for the foreseeable future, I'm thinking it may very well be."

"It'll either be that or a massacre," he countered. "Either way, I'm sure it'll be entertaining."

She rolled her eyes and he decided to press about another issue.

"I understand that your focus at this moment is on the here and now, but after tonight we need to start thinking about the future," he urged. "Don't get too comfortable and lose focus just because you feel safe now. It will not last forever."

"If you're about to start up that O'Campo conversation again, you're wasting your breath."

"And you're being short sighted," he countered.

"I don't care what my vision is on this, Wesker, we're not talking about this again," she moved into his personal space. "Stay away from her or I swear to God I will execute you as an example to all members of the Resistance. Do you understand?"

He studied her face for a few seconds and realized she was absolutely telling the truth. It was in that moment that he made his last decision regarding his own fate.

"I'm proud of you, Alice," he said with an arrogant smile. "You've finally evolved into the killer we always wanted you to be."

She grabbed him by the collar and ran him straight back into the door, "I am not a monster you son of a bitch."

"I'm sorry," he lied. "Perhaps you prefer dictator."

She slammed him hard against the door one more time and then moved away.

"Get out of my sight."

He nodded and made his way out the door.

"See you at the party, Alice."

Loud music blared in the grand hall of the Hive as hundreds of bodies bumped and grinded against each other. Dr. Lauren Lewis brooded from a corner with a cup of whatever brew they'd concocted to inebriate the masses. It was obviously working because every single brute that had been living like an animal at the home base location of the Resistance was acting like a complete fool and cutting loose like teenagers.

Perhaps they needed it; maybe even deserved it, but they were also invading the space that had once belonged to the clones. It felt like an invasion and Lauren didn't like it one bit.

"You look like you're having fun," Dr. Helena Harper said casually as she moved to join her.

"Dr. Harper," the blonde smiled softly. "It's nice to see you."

Helena was the only newcomer to the group that Lauren even remotely liked. It's possible that was due to the fact that she was the Resistance's head psychiatrist and the only person that made Lauren feel entitled to her anger and pain over everything she'd experienced in the course of the takeover.

"Not much for dancing, I see." Helena noted.

"Honestly, I'm not much for parties in general," Lauren answered. "I'd rather be on the couch with a good book and a glass of wine."

"Alone?"

The blonde looked at her curiously, "Sometimes."

"I like quiet evenings at home too," the brunette offered. "Perhaps sometime we could share one together?"

Is she hitting on me? Do I want her to be?

Deciding she did, Lauren answered, "I think I'd like that."

Helena allowed a smile to cross her face and it brought out one in the other doctor as well.

"Woo!" their conversation was interrupted by a fairly tipsy Sheva Alomar. "I can't believe I'm going to say this, but those Resistance boys know how to throw down. I haven't danced like that in... Well ever actually if you take in the whole clone thing, but damn. I think I'm actually having a good time."

"I'm glad someone is," Lauren said, taking a sip of her drink.

"Stark obviously isn't," Sheva noticed him completely alone, probably on his fifth drink. "Nobody wants to talk to him; not even any of us."

"He deserves whatever exile he gets," Lauren spat. "That man is scum."

"Yeah, I know," Sheva said sadly as she took in the lonely director. "But I'm not."

She then sauntered over to social leper.

"Wanna dance?" she asked.

He looked at her quizzically then answered, "Um no, I've still got some hooch left. Don't want to put my drink down. Someone might slip something in it and try to take advantage of me later."

Sheva grabbed the cup from his hand and consumed the rest of its contents in three large gulps and tossed it over her shoulder.

"Ok, now you've got no excuse," she said, offering her hand. "Unless you're just scared."

He cocked his head to the side before taking the offered hand and making his way to the dance floor with the kind botanist.

"You know this is stupid, right?" he said to her as they moved together. "Everyone hates me and they're going to hate you too if they think you're sympathetic to me."

"I've never been much for caring about what other people think. I thought you were the same way."

"Oh, I am," he said. "Just didn't want you waking up in the morning with a throbbing headache and a sense of regret over befriending the unfriendable."

"I can't recall one single time in my life that I've regretted being kind to someone," she said. "Don't plan to start now."

He shook his head and offered a smile, "I guess we'll see."

Then they both shut up and allowed their bodies to do the communicating.

"Wow, check out Stark and Alomar," Claire said to Jill as they did their public duty and shook their stuff on the dance floor together. "I thought he was going to be a pariah forever."

"Yeah, but you probably thought that about me too," Jill responded.

"What do you mean, I still do," she joked.

"Whatever," Jill shook her head. "Where the hell are Thrace and O'Campo? They were supposed to be here half an hour ago."

"I don't know," Claire said. "Maybe they're still trying to figure out how to get Thrace in a dress."

"Christ, it can't be that complicated," Jill said, her own black skirt and blue top clinging in all the right places.

Then a voice came from behind her, startling her from her conversation.

"I don't know, there are zippers in lots of strange places these days."

She turned to find Rain standing before her in a little black dress that looked absolutely stunning on her toned body. It both softened the girl and added an air of confident allure to her features. Jill couldn't manage any words at that moment.

The shorter woman leaned into her ear and said, "You know, it's rude to stare."

"Actually, I'm fairly certain that's exactly the response that dress was created to elicit," Jill countered. "You look amazing... as always."

Rain smiled, "You look pretty great yourself. Dance with me?"

Jill looked back to Claire and said, "Yeah, sorry, but I can't say no to this request."

"Traitor," Claire deadpanned. "O'Campo, where's your best bud?"

"Getting a drink at the bar," Rain answered as she took Jill's hand. "We split up to try to find you guys. I won."

"Alright, you kids have fun," Claire offered as she moved to find her date.

A slower song started to lilt from the speakers and Jill and Rain moved closer together to move with the softer beat. The shorter girl reached her hands up to the Agent's neck as strong ones wrapped themselves around her waist and settled on her lower back.

"I don't recall winning any kind of bet," Jill noted. "Not that I'm complaining, but what's up with the sexy outfit?"

Rain chuckled, "A little bird may have told me you mentioned something to Claire about wondering what I'd look like all girly and stuff."

"You did this because of me?" Jill asked.

Rain looked up at her and smiled again, "I know that it may seem a little surreal but I really do want to do things that make you happy, Jill. This was something I could do without you having a chance to stop me."

Jill thought back to her earlier talk with Claire and realized she was right. She was depriving Rain of just as much happiness as she was herself. The girl was obviously thrilled at the way she was making the Agent feel. She wasn't going to take that away from her anymore. Leaning in, she gave her a soft, sweet, passionate kiss; trying to convey the depths of her feelings. They both pulled back when things got heated and rested their foreheads against each other.

"Wow, maybe I should steal a few more dresses from that whorish teenager store," Rain said through heavy breaths.

Jill chuckled, "You can do whatever you want but believe me, it's not the dress that's having this effect on me. It's you."

Rain smiled and gave her a semi-chaste kiss before pulling back, "Well, lucky for you, you've pretty much got me."

"Oh, pretty much huh?" Jill asked as if she were perturbed.

"Yeah, pretty much,' she answered as a faster song started to play. "Don't go thinking you've got this thing on lock. Now show me those moves I taught you the other night."

And without another word they proceeded to move perfectly in tandem; basking in the glow of each other's presence.

"Howdy soldier," Claire greeted Kara at the bar.

She was wearing a deep red dress along with makeup to match. And, though she looked completely uncomfortable with the whole ensemble, she was also totally hot in it.

The blonde turned to her with an intensely displeased look on her face.

"I am NEVER making a bet with you again," she handed her a drink, "and I may kill you in your sleep tonight."

"Who says you're sleeping over at my place tonight?" Claire joked.

"I do," Thrace answered confidently before taking a sip of her drink. "I plan on fucking you until I gain my dignity back."

Claire allowed a full blown laugh to escape her lips, "Guess I'm in for a long night."

"You have no idea."

They both turned to lean back against the bar and survey the dance floor. Somehow everyone was actually getting along and having a good time with each other. Granted, this was basically the best day ever for nearly everyone involved, but still, even without the caveat, it all looked promising.

"Look at Valentine and O'Campo," Kara instructed and Claire followed her gaze. "You think they could be anymore puke-worthy."

"I'm sure if we could hear the lame little love confessions leaking out their mouths right now they could be," Claire answered. "But truth be told there's a small part of me that also thinks it's kind of nice." She paused, not knowing if she really should say the next thing that wanted to escape her lips, but opting to anyway. "I think it's kind of nice when we act that way every now and then, too."

The blonde head turned and took Claire in. She had conveniently started to thoroughly examine the contents of her cup.

"I like that too," she offered and found that her gaze was met with a smirk and shining eyes.

They both looked as if they were about to say something, but their moment was interrupted by Alice's voice broadcasting through the large speakers in the great hall.

"Excuse me, can I have everyone's attention, please," she requested and waited for the crowd to settle and look her way. "Tonight is a night of celebration. We give thanks to all of those who have risked their lives so that we can be here. We mourn those we have lost and cherish those who are still alive. But above all we give thanks to prosperity that comes with working together."

She paused taking in the nods and cheers.

"Tonight is also about hope," she explained. "It's about the hope of the future. A future that will only be possible with the cooperation and acceptance of others. Everyone in this room is a part of that great hope. Our future victories or failures all rest on the strength of that connection. So, tonight I want you all to have a wonderful time. For this one night forget about the danger, the sadness and the anger and let nothing but joy and happiness fill your hearts. Because I want you to carry that with you over the coming years. You're going to need it."

"The acquisition of this facility was a major step in winning the war for the Earth, but it isn't the end. We must charge forward with just as much enthusiasm as we did this past time. To do that we all have to work together. And dissension will not be tolerated. So, drink up. Get to know your fellow soldiers. And perhaps through bravery and understanding, we'll be able to have many more celebrations in the future."

She raised a glass and her sentiment was mimicked throughout the entire audience, "To the resistance."

A loud and vivacious "To the Resistance!" overpowered the room right before the music was turned back on and the party continued to rage.

As the minutes started to turn into hours and the party began to wind down, Rain moved in to ask Jill a question.

"How long are you expected to stick around here tonight?"

"Alice said we didn't have to close the place down," Jill answered. "She just wanted us here to liven things up at peak hours. Why?"

"I may have made some plans for us to do a little private celebrating this evening and was wondering if you'd like to ditch this place and come with me."

Jill smiled lecherously, "You have no idea the celebrating I could do in private with you."

She kissed her and then pulled back a bit, "Let's go."

As soon as they'd reached the floor containing the garden, Jill had a pretty good idea of where Rain was taking her. What she didn't know was how the girl still had access to that particular part of the facility.

"Surely, you're not going to ask me to break protocol and let you in the garden after hours, recruit O'Campo," Jill joked.

"Oh, I'd never put you in such a compromising position, Agent Valentine," the clone answered. "That's why I lifted Kara's pass card and disabled the garden security cams for the next couple of hours. Nobody will ever know you were here."

Jill let out a giggle as they entered the room, "Of course you did."

Rain led them to a blanket already set up under one of the large fruit trees. Pillows were arranged haphazardly on it and there was a basket nearby containing fresh fruits and a bottle of wine.

"Ok, I know I'm not winning any points for originality here because I've totally already pulled this one with you BUT we weren't exactly doing a lot of the stuff we're doing now the first go 'round," she moved up to whisper in the Agent's ear, "and I think we could have a lot more fun on that blanket this time... if that's what you want."

She capped her sentence with a small nip to the woman's ear.

"I want a lot of things right now, Rain," Jill answered. "And I'm about to ask for each and every one of them."

The tone of the statement drew a moan from Rain's lips before she put them to work against Jill's. The kiss grew more and more passionate as the Agent beckoned with a tongue just outside the clone's mouth and was welcomed in with enthusiasm. Her hands roamed the expanse of the dress until they finally found a zipper in the back and started to drag it down.

"As much as I love the way this dress looks on you, I'm way more partial to what's underneath it," as she reached the end of the zipper, she backed away. "I want you to take it off for me... slowly."

Rain's eyes grew somewhat wide at Jill's request. She wasn't sure exactly where this confidence was coming from, but she did know that it was causing reactions in her body that absolutely approved. She did as she was told and slowly dragged the fabric of the dress down and off of her body until it was finally kicked off to the side.

She kept eye contact with Jill the entire time and reveled in the way the woman's chest was moving up and down as her breathing became labored. She took her time removing her bra but was stopped as they ventured to take care of her panties.

"I got these," Jill stated as she kissed her way down Rain's lips, chin, chest, torso and finally her abdomen.

There, kneeling on the ground she pulled the black thong away from the mocha skin and allowed the girl to step out of them before speaking.

"I want to kiss you, Rain," she said, moving further down the taught stomach and indicating with her lips exactly what she'd meant with her words.

Rain could barely squeak out an 'ok' as she felt the Agent kiss her in one of the most intimate ways. She inhaled deeply and audibly as she experienced the new sensations for the first time. Jill's slow exploration made her knees weak and after a few minutes she knew that she needed to vocalize that problem.

"Jill, I'm about to fall down," she put a gentle hand in the woman's short hair.

The Agent smiled as she kissed her way back up to Rain's mouth and allowed the girl to taste herself on Jill's lips. They both moaned into the kiss as Rain started to remove Jill's clothing as well. Once she was free from the confines of the coverings she backed the girl toward the blanket and guided her to the ground before straddling her waist.

"I want your mouth on my chest," Jill spouted another command and elicited yet another moan from the girl below her.

Rain took her time kissing, licking and sucking her way down Jill's chest until she finally reached an aching nipple and settled her lips around it before gently sucking in causing the agent to moan and grip gently at her hair.

"God, baby, that feels so good," she admitted.

It was when Rain started to introduce teeth into the mix that she began grow louder and more insistent with the movements of her hips. Rain smiled into her task and encouraged Jill's undulating by moving her hands to the Agent's ass and squeezing to her rhythm.

Using the grip she had on the brunette hair, Jill pulled back purposefully and slammed their lips together again. Once again, entering Rain's mouth and plunging into its depths before pulling back to whisper in her ear.

"I want you to touch me, Rain," she moved one of her hands to guide one of Rain's between them, "I want you to feel what you do to me."

As her fingers made her way to the source of Jill's heat she moaned loud as she found copious proof of just how turned on the Agent was. Jill sucked in a breath at the curious but confident touch. Rain started a lavish exploration of the woman's folds that caused Jill's entire body to hum with desire. When she'd finally sated her need to explore, she focused her efforts on the sensitive bundle of nerves that forced Jill's body into a frenzy.

Breathing hard and fast, Jill rode out the amazing sensations flooding her body but finally managed to pull back one last time to ask for something else that she wanted.

"Put your fingers inside me, Rain," she commanded as her eyes burned into her lover's.

Rain did as she was told and was rewarded with a heady moan and another searing kiss. This time, however it was she who took over Jill's mouth. Entering her with the same tempo that she was using with her fingers inside parts further south.

Keeping up the pace and moving a thumb up to flick at the Agent's clit, Rain worked her lover passionately until she could feel her movements become more desperate. And as Jill pulled away she met her gaze with unabashed heat.

"Keep your eyes on mine," Jill ordered. "I want to look at you when I come."

It didn't take long. Rain took the words as a cue to pump harder into her beautiful lover and as she finally reached an earth shattering climax they both held each other with their eyes until Jill finally made it back to reality and rested her head against Rain's strong shoulder. Aftershocks still coursing through her body as they both waited for them finally to abate. When they did, Rain delicately slid out of Jill's warmth and moved them both so they could lie down on the blankets. Staring adoringly as she gave the Agent time to catch her breath.

After a few moments Jill turned her head to look at the beautiful woman who'd just taken her to such incredible heights. She smiled as she turned to stroke her smiling face.

"You are amazing," she lauded.

Rain blushed and moved to kiss the hand upon her cheek, "I'd say we're both kind of amazing together."

Jill smiled, "I think you're right about that," and moved in to kiss her lovingly.

"Rain, there's something else I want but only if it's something that you want too."

"What?" she asked, knowing that there was most likely nothing that Jill could ask her that she would deny.

"I want to be inside of you," she moved in closer, holding the girl to her as if she were precious cargo.

"I want that too, Jill," the clone whispered honestly into Jill's ear and felt more than heard the woman exhale a sigh of arousal.

She didn't have to tell the clone that she'd be gentle. Didn't need to express to her that she knew the gravity of the situation. They both knew each other well enough at this point to hear the words they weren't saying.

Jill settled on top of her, insinuating herself between Rain's legs and kissing her deeply and reverently before sliding lower and paying tribute to every inch of her body. The Agent was savoring the Clone as if she were a fine wine or a four star dinner. Every kiss, touch, caress and squeeze was expressed with a sense of worship.

And as Jill nipped at Rain's hips and once again made her way to her warm, wet center and kissed her again deeply. Her name was mantra on the girl's lips at this point and she worked her tongue slowly and strongly. She stopped only when the movements of the body beneath her became more urgent.

Backing off and making the trek back up to the girl's face, she held her close and looked lovingly into her eyes before moving her fingers down to her opening.

"Just keep your eyes on me, ok," Jill said with a soft smile.

Rain smiled back and kissed her, "That shouldn't be a problem."

Jill kept her eyes on the girl the whole time as she slowly made her way inside the restrictive walls and took in the moan of ample pleasure and minimal pain that escaped Rain's lips. Once completely inside, she gave her some time to get used to the sensations before slowly building up a tempo that was causing more and more sounds of pleasure to permeate the air around them.

With everything they'd done before building up the clone's level of arousal it didn't take long before she knew that she was nearing the edge.

"Please don't stop," she commanded Jill.

She needn't worry. Jill couldn't think of one thing in the world she wanted more at that moment than to feel the walls around her fingers clench and spasm with the girl's release. And once that dream became a reality held her tight and rode out the experience all the way to the end, culminating in one final, sexy shudder from Rain as Jill pulled out of her and kissed her back to normalcy. They held each other close until words were finally a possibility for the spent clone.

Rain's smile shined bright as she softly stroked Jill's face and spoke sweetly, "Just when I think things can't possibly get better with you they do. You find some way to make me feel more everything just by being near me. How do you do that?"

"I don't know," Jill shook her head. "I gave up believing in magic a long time ago, but when I'm with you it feels like something completely outside the realm of reality is happening between us."

They both knew what it was. They could lie there for the rest of their lives trying to concoct different poetic ways to talk about their feelings for each other but it all came down to one word that they were both dancing around because it seemed so scary.

So, instead they contented themselves with lying in each other's arms looking at each other with those dopey puppy dog eyes.

After about thirty more minutes of floating on a cloud of nothing but happy an alarm went off and she groaned at the intrusion on their time.

"We've gotta go," she explained. "The cameras are going to come back on in 15 minutes and as much as I'd like to stay here cuddled up next to you I doubt you want Alice finding out about our special time in the Garden of Eden."

She pecked Jill on the lips and they both grumbled through putting their clothes back on.

"I've got to put this key card back in Kara's room before she figures out I took it," Rain explained. "Do you mind picking up the basket and blanket stuff and maybe we can actually enjoy it together in your room when I get done?"

"I think I can manage that," Jill smiled and moved in to give her one more kiss before they separated.

Rain allowed the ridiculous smile that seemed to have taken up permanent residence on her face as she moved to exit the room. Then, just before she'd made a full-on exit, she turned back to address the woman gathering up their portable nest of passion.

"Jill," she called and the Agent looked up at her. "I love you."

And this time it was her who moved too soon to get a response. She didn't need one. She saw the truth shining in Jill's eyes just before the door closed and separated them.

She nearly skipped all the way to floor on which she and Kara lived. Then, as she turned the corner that lead to the dormitories she felt herself being slammed back against the wall as a sharp pain made its way into her neck and radiated throughout her entire body. Once the strong hands were off of her she fell helpless to the ground in agony.

Looking up through tear-filled eyes she saw the unmistakable features of Albert Wesker.

"I know you don't understand this," he said in his slow, subtle way, "but what I did, I did for the future of the human race. I know I'll pay for this transgression against you with my life and I've accepted those consequences."

And with that he walked away leaving her, scared and alone, to her fate.