The next morning Chris was surprised to find himself in jill's bed. "Oh damn...", he muttered, not sure if it was a bad or a good thing. Jill was sleeping peacefully beside him, one delicate hand grasped onto his arm and Chris couldn't help but smile. She looked so....angelic, compared to what she normally looked like. He slowly and carefully removed her hand from his limb and sld out of bed, careful not to wake his sleeping beauty. He realized that it was Saturday and relief flooded throughout him. No work, no Wesker. He ploped down on her couch, legs outsretched, arms propped behind his head. About an hour later, Jill stepped out to join him. His gaze met hers. "Hi.", she said, sitting down beside him. "Hey, Jill.", he replied. Chris looked down, unable to meet her eyes anymore. She put one arm around him. "Whats the matter?", she inquired, resting her head on his shoulder. He didn't reply. "Are you mad at me? Oh my god, is it because we slept together?", she started, her eyes widening with shock. "No, Jill, I'm not mad, I love you very much. It takes time for a man to get used to sleeping with a goddess.", he replied, looking at Jill. She turned a thousand shades of pink and smiled. Chris had spent the whole week trying to compose a song to Jill, to show his unconditional love for her. He couldn't, since he was musically challenged, but he DID find a song about "Jillian." Claire had told him about it, since she was all into metal and that shit. The song was called "Jillian (I'd Give My Heart) and Chris had praticed REAL hard to hit the high notes in that song. He couldn't do it, so he decided he would sing it an octave or two lower, so it would sound better. Chris kneeled beside Jill, and she gave him a puzzled look. "Um...why are you kneeling to me?", she asked, her tone implying that whatever he was doing was awkward. Chris cleared his throat and sung: "'I'd....give my heart, give my soul, I'd turn it back its my fault, your destiny is forlorn, have to wait till its undone, give my heart, give my soul, i'd turn it back and then at last I'll be on my way."

Jill seemed to recognize the song and her face lit up like a lantern. Chris bowed and they both laughed. Jill pecked him on the cheek. "Hey Chris, that was so thoughtful and wonderful! The only problem is that this song is about a guy leaving a girl name Jillian....", she said. Chris blushed, then stammered, "Uh-I'm sorry. Hope that didn't uh offend um you...",

Jill threw back her head and laughed, a field of short brown hair swirling in the air. "You are so cute.", Jill told Chris. He blushed. "So.....its a Saturday, there's nothing to do, and we leave tomorrow for the masnion.", Chris said aloud. "mhm.", Jill replied, now snuggling into him. "What now?", he asked her.

Jill adjusted her nightgown. "Let's get dressed and find something to do.", she suggested. "Okay.", Chris said. He started throwing off his clothes and Jill stared at his bare body, mezmerized. "Damn it, Jill, don't look!", she thought but god Chris was so....handsome. he smiled, pleased by her reaction.

"You like what you see don't you?", Chris asked, smirking. "Shut it.", Jill replied, her face turning bright red. Chris laughed. "Well, you can go and be a show off, but there is no way in hell I'm undressing in front of you.", Jill replied. She wasn't about to give Chris satisfaction. Chris shrugged.

"Whatever.", he replied, and Jill strode into her bathroom, and Chris heard the click of the lock.

He shrugged and threw on some underclothes, pants, and a tee in no time. He began to make breakfast for himself, forgetting about Jill. He was stirring the oatmeal when Jill came out in her signature tube top and mini. She placed a hand on her hip and glanced at Chris. "Uh....here, you have this!", Chris exclaimed suddenly, shoving the bowl of oatmeal in her hands. She gave him a puzzled look. "Digging through my food?", she asked with a smirk. "Well, I was hungry...but you deserve it much more. Eat.", he ordered and Jill shrugged, digging the silver metallic spoon into the mass of hot oats. She lifted up the now full spoon and admired it in the sunlight. Light danced off of it and steam rose off the porridge.

"I love the sun.", she said randomly, shoving the utensil into her hungry mouth. Now it was Chris's turn to shoot her a puzzled look. She blushed and continued eating. "This is really good, Chris.", she told him, and to her surprise and his pleasure, he pecked her oatmeal stained lips. "Chris!", she exclaimed, giggling like a little girl. He winked and placed his arm around her. "mmm...", Chris said softly.

"God, Chris. Do you know how much I f**king love you?", Jill asked. Chris smiled. "Of course I do. You adore me.", he stated, placing a hand on his heart. Jill snatched the hand and brought it to her face.

"What was that?", he purred, and Jill pulled his face in. "Screw oatmeal. I want you.", she whispered, and pulled a surprised Chris onto her. The oatmeal bowl clattered to the ground, shattering into millions of glass bits, and a glob of oats soared into the air and landed onto one of the tiles on the kitchen floor.

"Imagine if Wesker found out what we're doing...", Jill said softly, releasing her mouth from Chris's. Chris gave her a stern look. "Wesker doesn't matter!!! He can't involve himself in our personal lives!", Chris said sharply. Jill looked down at first, but then her innocent grey eyes met Chris's aqua ones. "You're right.", she said, her voice shaking a bit. She stood up and clenched her fists. Chris could sense her anger and he came up behind her, cradling her shaken body. "I hate wesker.", Jill mumbled. "I do too, Jill.", Chris agreed. He glanced out the window where he caught their refelction. Then he smiled, because goddamnit, Jill and him looked so good together. She was the charming good girl, and he was sexy bad boy. Jill turned to face him suddenly, wondering why he was so happy. Her sincere face blocked Chris's view and he twitched, startled. "Why are you so happy?", she murmurred, taking his hands, and swinging them in rhythm with hers. "Because I'm with you Jill. Why else would I be happy?", he replied. Jill smirked. "yeah, are you glad you're with me?", she asked playfully. Chris's expression fell. "JILL! You KNOW I'm happy to be with you!", he exclaimed. He looked hurt, and Jill felt a pang of regret. "Relax, I was kidding.", she said quickly, pulling him into a romantic embrace, feeling how tense his muscles were. "Be right back.", Jill told him. She was going to give him a camera

as a present, just to show how much she loved him. But she had forgotten about the oatmeal and her quick bare feet slid over the lumpy mess and Jill went flying. Chris's eyes just about bulged out of his head as he watched Jill fly like superman, aiming right for the door, face first....

"Nooo!!", Chris cried out, jumping over the oatmeal and outstretching his arms, just barely catching Jill by her petite ankles, her body spasming in the air. Chris let go of one ankle, causing Jill almost to fall, but he sturdilly grabbed her around the waist and felt her heavy breathing. "Easy now.", he murmurred. He carried her over to the couch and placed her onto it. The woman was still in shock; her eyes wide open, fear reflecting in her pupils. Her mouth was shaped into a perfect 'O" and she was stiff as a bone.

Chris bit his lip, and eventually, Jill's limbs went limp, her eyes shut, and she slumped over, her head limply falling to her chest. "oh my god.", Chris said, rushing to her aid. He used one arm to raise her head, but it fell back down, and he saw the whites of her eyes. Chris was sweating now. "Jill?", he asked. Suddenly, she started thrashing like a fish out of water, screaming,, throwing her head back, kicking at Chris. Chris backed away and watched Jill flail around like a maniac. 10 seconds later, she opened her eyes and started crying. Chris was shocked. What was wrong with her? Was she epileptic?

Did she have bipolar? He scurried over. "Jill?", he asked, shaking her gently. "Chris! Chris!", she panted, resting her pale face on his chest. He embraced her, stroking her back softly. He felt her tears soak into his shirt. "I'm here. It's alright. What happened?", he asked nervously. "I....tripped...and then...passed out....I had...a....nightmare...about....losing.....you.", she gasped through tears. "aw, Jill, I'd never leave you!", he exclaimed. She lifted up her head to meet his eyes. "No....as in...you being killed!", she exclaimed, and burst into even more tears, rivers of sorrow flowing down her fair cheeks.

"Chris....I fear he's coming for me....", she said, whimpering. "Who? Your ex?", Chris asked, concerned. "No....Wesker.", she stated. "I'll be here. It's okay.", Chris said softly, cradling her. He'd never seen Jill so emotionally unstable. Usually she was a strong, rash, headstrong woman but today she was weak, broken, and insecure. Chris got a feeling that she had been bottling up her emotions.

"Jill, you don't have to hide anything.", he reassured her, running his fingers through her hair.

"I don't want you to see me this way, Chris.", she stated flatly. "Jill, it's really O.K.", Chris told her.

She turned away. Jill didn't want Chris to see her in such a fragile state. She wanted him to believe she was strong, tough, and sane. She had failed. "Look, I need to be alone for a bit.",she told him, heading toward the bathroom. "Okay, I'll guess I'll go home.", Chris said calmly. Jill froze in her tracks. "Don't. Stay. I mean, if you don't mind waiting a bit.", she said quietly. "Okay.", Chris replied. Jill locked herself in the bathroom and began to cry.

A/N: I had such bad writer's block, but here you go, an extra long chapter of fluff. Yeah, it's corny but hey this is a love story. R&R!!

-Sierra