Briefing Room
2:00pm
Nine hours before mansion mission
"Right" Wesker said, as Chris and Jill finally sat down, still holding hands much to the irritation of Wesker. With a flicker of distaste, he regarded them before concentrating on a slide projector to his left.
"You know the backdrop to our situation" he said, as coldly as he had ever done "Murder cases, all with the same animalistic attack wounds. We have little choice but to comb the forest for the missing hikers"
There were assorted groans, an operation of that scale could take days, if not that then weeks and maybe even months. It didn't bear thinking about.
"I am prepared to make sure that you are worked to death to solve this one" Wesker said, leaning on the podium "So we will work around the clock. Tonight at 23:00 hours exactly, Bravo team will depart on their helicopter to search, while Alpha team will stay and monitor their actions. Should anything go wrong, the Alpha team, lead by myself will be sent in to assist. Got it?"
There were assorted nods.
Wesker began to detail inventories and mission details, but Chris wasn't really listening. He was professional, but was under the impression that Wesker didn't know what he was talking about either. He felt Jill's hand squeeze his own.
"Chris…" she whispered "…Presumably we got some time before then…and I hear the weapons locker's pretty empty at this time of day"
Chris grinned.
"Got a soft mattress in there or something?"
"A table top would do me just fine" she whispered, leaning on his shoulder. He smiled contentedly, and stroked her soft, pale neck.
"And…" Wesker said, loudly "I want you all within my sight throughout the entire day!"
Chris cursed under his breath, his earlier visions of making love to Jill in the weapons room were now scattered to the winds…the mere thought of her delicate and smooth voice squealing out in rhythmic gasps as they performed their sexual act got him going.
He gulped, as he realised his thoughts had once again contributed to a bulge in his trousers. Jill placed her hand on it, which nearly made him gasp.
"Jill!" he whispered.
She grinned in satisfaction.
"Big and hard. Just the way I like it" she replied, kissing the nape of his neck.
Oh, would they EVER get some time together?
Eleven hours
later
Spencer estate
Jill very cautiously edged around the bend in the corridor, clasping the handle of her Beretta nervously as she turned the corner, bringing the weapon up in an offensive posture.
Nothing. She breathed a sigh of relief,
but didn't feel any more cheerful. They were still trapped in a mansion, still
far from signalling that giant coward, Brad. The thought of being stuck in a
virus-infected house with zombies and other such evil creatures hanging around
didn't appeal to her in the slightest.
Well, she could at least make the most
of it. She walked past a mirror in the corridor – and as if she was in the hall
of her house, she stopped to look at herself in the mirror. Young and pretty
Jill Valentine, frustrated, tired, angry and not in the mood for messing around
with haunted houses filled with viral monsters.
She knew that she had to find Chris.
Barry was around she knew, but from what she'd seen – Everybody else, apart
from Chris possibly, was dead.
She thought about Chris for a moment.
Tall, handsome, well built, head firmly screwed on…he also had a really cute
smile that drove most of the ladies in the station crazy. But he was hers, and
she was his.
She'd even taken a look in Rebecca's
locker, pictures of Chris adorned every surface, and from the muffled groans
from the ladies toilets when Rebecca said she 'urgently needed a pee' Jill
could tell that Rebecca was doing her best to do something about her frustration.
Jill didn't like the idea of masturbation – It scared her more than anything. No, Jill just lay awake and sweated like a pig in a sauna.
'Snap out of it!' She told herself
'Damn it, you'll be thinking about wanting to have sex with him next!'
Murphy's law was operating particularly strongly that day, so that
was precisely was happened.
In a room with him. On a bed with
him. Naked. Kissing. Making love.
All of these keywords flittered through
her mind, and a strange smile spread across her lips.
The probability of making love with
Chris rated at about fifty to one, she figured, so getting with him in a
zombie-infested mansion where certain death lurked around every corner
multiplied the figure by a thousand. However, it wasn't just sex…She'd grown to
see him as a sweet, charming, friendly and funny guy who was actually quite shy
with women. And she did love him, and perhaps he loved her…
'Jilly, you're in love…'
'What ARE you doing?' the sensible
part of her said 'You're dreaming about making love to Chris Redfield when
you're actually supposed to be searching for a way out!'
In the helicopter. On a bench. With
Chris. Naked. Kissing. Making l-
'GODAMMIT!' She screamed at
herself 'STOP IT!!! You'll be wanting
him to bang your brains out on the helipad next!'
The helipad, now that was an
interesting place for them to try it-
'JILL!'
Jill shook her head, and continued
down the corridor.
Chris stood on the landing on the first
floor that was just above the medical room that him and Rebecca had found,
watching the darkness intently. Rebecca had said that she needed to find some
chemicals, so he let her. For now, he was trying to find any doors he could unlock
with a key he'd found in the guesthouse.
The search for any other survivors had
been unsuccessful; they'd been searching for hours and yet – Nothing. He knew
Jill was alive though. She had to be. He desperately wanted her to be.
When he'd first heard about the
employment of an ex-thief into their ranks, he'd had his doubts. When he saw
the 'ex-thief' his jaw had nearly dropped. The most beautiful woman he'd ever
seen walked into the office, hips rolling neatly with her sexy movements.
They'd hit off from there. They were
probably the only male-female pairing in the office that got on as well as they
did.
Chris had once had a fantasy about her.
It had been, of course, sexual, but he wasn't really ashamed. He couldn't
recall it…it had been something about her arresting him in a skin-tight police
officer's uniform…
'Grow up' an inner voice scolded.
Chris sighed. It was a damn crying shame
they'd never get together. He'd be everything a boyfriend could be – Caring,
loving, supportive…He'd grown to love her as well as her body, and now he felt
that if somebody took her away, there'd be no reason for him to carry on.
For now, he decided to concentrate on
the mission in hand.
Chris stepped down the stairs, readying
his Beretta.
There was an ominous creak. He heard a
pair of human feet walking slowly…Jill! It had to be her!
He picked up the pace, and ran towards
the sound. He saw Jill at the end of the corridor, her beautiful rounded figure
illuminated by a lamp on the wall…and then, covered by a shadow. From behind
her, to Chris's horror, was an inhuman shape. A hunter. They were currently at
a 'crossroads' corridor, but there was a thick layer of carpet, and Jill
wouldn't hear the hunter until the last minute!
He ran, pounding down the corridor
towards her.
Must save her…
"JILL!" he cried. She turned to see
him, her face creasing with surprise and delight.
"Chris! I-"
"LOOK OUT!"
She looked confused, but then it hit.
Her face lit up with fear, and she turned.
Time became a slow moving force, Chris
seemingly rammed into her slowly, and she was sent rolling to her left.
The hunter thrust its talon, and one of
the claws entered the side of Chris's body, missing any nerves, veins, organs
and bone.
Chris cried out as it tore through
flesh, and he crumpled up onto the floor like a rag doll.
Jill screamed in despair, whipping out
her Beretta and firing half a clip into the creature.
On the floor, Chris growled, and pulled
out his own weapon, shooting the Hunter four times in the lower jaw.
With one unearthly death scream, the
creature pitched onto the floor in a pool of its own blood, and lay twitching.
"Chris!" she screamed, running over
to her stricken comrade "You…saved me!"
He winced, and nodded.
"I had to…I couldn't let you die" he
whispered.
She licked her lips. She knew what to
do, and only out of sheer willpower was she able to withdraw her attention away
from the wound Chris now had, and pulled out her first aid kit. She set to
work, to repair the wound before it got any worse.
Chris sipped on the water bottle Jill
had taken from his belt.
"You okay now?" she asked, patting him
on the back and looking down at his firmly bandaged side.
He nodded, and smiled at her.
"I'm fine…thanks for saving me"
Jill shook her head.
"Chris, you're the one who saved me.
Why are you thanking me?"
"Because you helped me" he added,
softly, caressing her shoulder.
They had taken refuge in what appeared to
be a small restroom for medical patients and it was thankfully free of any
infestation. They sat on the medical bed, a white slab that was quite soft, wrapped
in sheets and surrounded by a white curtain.
It was also quite well equipped with
medical supplies, and Jill had used this to her advantage. The room was white,
clean and sterile.
"Chris, I…" she whispered.
He gently stroked her cheek.
"Jill, you're a wonderful person. I…I
love you, you know that…"
She nodded, moving closer to him.
"Chris…" she whispered, allowing herself
to be absorbed into the kiss she had longed for, she had waited for with baited
breath and was now accepting it.
He kissed her upper lip first, sucking
it into his own pair first before teasingly kissing around her mouth.
She giggled.
"On the mouth, you big dummy" she
whispered, and kissed him full on the mouth before he could tease her anymore.
Chris felt her moist lips connect, felt
her warm and wet tongue slip into his mouth as his slipped into hers. It felt
good. Too good. He placed his hand on her crotch, and she moaned in excitement.
She felt dampness moisten her panties, felt a patch spread as she got more
aroused by Chris's gentle hand, which then began to stroke her. Jill herself
placed her hand on top of the tent that had suddenly set up camp on his
trousers.
Chris nearly ejaculated on the spot.
"Chris" she said, determined, pulling
away from him for a moment "I want you, now. I want us to make love on this
bed, right here, right now. The mission can wait"
"You want to…?" he asked, grinning,
pushing her onto her back.
"Oh god yes I do want to…" she replied,
allowing his hand to stroke her left breast through the cloth of her blue top.
"Um…Jill" he whispered, a little
embarrassed "Can we…do this another way?"
She looked confused.
"Uh, how?"
"Well, I always…had this
little…fantasy" he turned the colour of a beetroot "About us…well, it involved
you arresting me and then…um…"
She grinned.
"Oh I see" she replied "Well if
that'll excite you, then sure…"
She stood up, and walked across the
room in the manner of an actor preparing to walk onto the stage. She took a
breath, and then said quite loudly.
"Sir, I'm afraid you are believed to
be in possession of an incredibly attractive body, how do you plead?"
"Uh…what do you think?" he asked,
throat dry.
She leapt on him, and straddled his
waist.
"Guilty" she whispered, starting to
slide his trousers off, face saturated with a look of total pleasure "Very,
very guilty"
Within a few seconds of this
foreplay, both were stripped down to the last elements that protected their
dignity.
"Nice strip search" he whispered,
staring at the cleavage that she thrust in his face, still clasped in a white
lace bra.
"Why thanks" she said "It's police
routine to know how to do it"
As Chris unclipped her bra, and
allowed her well-formed breasts to fall out of the cups that held them in, he
said
"God I love you Jill, I love you
SOOOO much"
"I love you too" she said, kissing
his chest as she leaned on him.
When they were finally totally
undressed, Chris decided to be the one to start. While not a stranger to sex,
Chris didn't do it on a regular basis and so it took him a while to adjust once
again.
Jill's moans came strong with each
meaningful thrust, each push was like Chris was confessing his everlasting love
to her over and over again, every gasp that came from both of their mouths
forged their bond stronger and stronger.
The tempo increased.
Ah god… Jill thought He's…damn
good!
Faster. More
pleasuring to both her nipples from Chris's moist tongue.
GOD! Jill's mind screamed
as her own mouth screeched an exclamation that was absolutely incomprehensible
if it belonged to any language at all HE'S BETTER THAN GOOD!! HE'S
FANTASTIC!!!
The pleasure. The
glory. The unbridled ecstasy. Both Jill and Chris knew as they approached the
inevitable climax that they had each other, forever. Nobody could or would
change that.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!
Jill felt something burst
inside her as the vice like grip her own special place had had on Chris's own
tightened harder than ever, and she felt something warm and liquid begin to…
Chris cried out…
The joy
They both released again
The Glory…
Jill screamed one more time…
The undiluted ec-sta-sy…
Two hours later
Spencer Estate Helipad
Chris grasped the rocket
launcher and hauled it onto his rocket shoulder, gritting his teeth for what he
hope would be the last time. He held onto the trigger.
The Tyrant moved on him, but despite
the others firing at it, it barely shuddered.
"Say Hi to Satan for me" Chris
hissed, before squeezing the trigger. The rocket hummed through the air, and in
one orange fiery explosion, the flesh and muscle of the horrific Tyrant
creature was immolated in one single blast.
It's horrible scream tore through
the air, and Jill swore she saw Chris smirk as it exploded in the blinding
blast.
The thumping of the helicopter's
blades got ever closer, and soon Jill found Chris, herself, Barry and Rebecca
being hauled onto the copter. It lifted gently off, leaving the infested
mansion to finish the countdown that had doomed it from the start.
Jill closed her eyes as the deafening
explosion destroyed the mansion now far below. She looked out of the window,
staring at the golden ball of the sun as it very slowly peeked over the horizon
like an embarrassed latecomer.
It's dawn Jill thought It's
Dawn at last…I never thought it'd come…
Chris put his arm around her. She clasped
his hand, smiling softly.
"Good to see the sun again, huh?" he
whispered, since both Barry and Rebecca were dozing.
"Yeah" she replied "I never thought I'd
enjoy it so much"
"Then…" Chris said, holding her close
"…Let's enjoy it together"
She smiled, and kissed his lower lip.
"I love you Chris" she said.
"Ditto" he replied, unable to say much
more.
There was a short silence, cut out only
by Brad humming to himself in the cockpit. All other sound seemed unrecognisable
as they stayed together in this perfect moment. Their team mates were
slaughtered, they'd seen many awful things…but just for now they could rest. It
was far from over. They both knew that.
"Um…Jill…" Chris whispered "…If you're
pregnant…"
"Then I'd be proud that you'd be the
father" she replied, smiling.
He smiled back.
This adventure had only just begun.
THE END
Note: Not bad? Hope not, I had to wrap it up before
everybody went crazy. This sort-of sequel to Resident Evil: American Beauty is
another successful saga, and if you want another one then just tell me…and I'll
try to think of something original to complete a Chris/Jill trilogy, if you
like. But right now, I'm getting to work on Scorched Earth, Savage Skies again,
and then I'm starting another saga. I'll give you a clue as to what it is: It's
the sequel to the very first trilogy of fan-fics I put up on ff.net…heheh…if
you haven't guessed yet, then think about it…
See ya!
-Mark 'Manix' Odell
This story was dedicated to Chicky Tifa, whom I love with all my heart