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A sniffling and hiccoughing could be heard from behind Leon, who was now standing in front of a window of a dark room. He held his hands over his face, ashamed that he couldn't answer Claire's pleading cry. She was sitting on the bed, her eyes blood shot from the tears, making them swollen purpled around the lids. Blinking back tears was harder and harder by the long seconds.
Rick had come home to see Claire and Leon yelling left and right at each other on the street. He had immediately unlocked the door and let them in the house.
The two walked in still yelling about love and what not. Leon had called Claire crazy for blowing everything like that out of proportion. She then had pounded up the steps in tears. A door was slammed and Leon raced up after her. That's where they were now.
"Leon.", Claire whispered while whipping at her tears.
"Hm?"
"I.I love you", she looked up at Leon's back with her longing, yet broken eyes.
The words coming out of Claire's mouth were desperate. It was as if she had agreed with herself that if these last words did not convince him to say the same to her, then she would finally let go and wallow away the rest of the week.
"Claire you know your brother would be sickened if we really got together", he replied in monotone.
"Leon I'm a grown adult! I can make my own fucking decisions! Not him! Don't let his own insecurities with relationships hold you back on anything!"
She was right. Even Leon knew she was right. He looked at her with a dulled expression. Claire couldn't hold the connection between their eyes for long. Her gaze dropped and Leon nodded silently.
"I love you so damn much Claire", Leon said at last. He was now on his knees in front of Claire. His warm hands held Claire's and her face lit up slightly.
"I knew you did", she smiled.
"Ah! You made me go through all that even though you knew the answer?!" Leon groaned.
Claire cocked an eyebrow up and looked up into Leon's face. There was his loving smile, just for her.
"You joke around too much", Claire rolled her eyes.
He shrugged, "Well you did make a scene in front of my relatives."
"What?! That was all you!"
"No way! They think I'm some kind of woman-abuser after you cried and ran up the staircase like that", Leon said in wide eye.
A grin crept on Leon's face. Claire's mind buzzed. He was beautiful. His now lazy eyes, his floppy hair-style, his coy smile, his strong body, oh the list went on and on through her mind. She had fallen in love over Leon's personality, but now that she had let out those feelings her mind secretly longed for a physical relationship with him already.
"Hey, hey! Stop staring young lady", Leon said in a hoarse imitation of an old woman.
Claire snapped back into her senses. Leon was laughing again, that annoying laugh she couldn't stand but loved so much.
"Urgh", she ignored her thoughts of jumping onto Leon and instead pushed him away, "dork!"
"Oh well, so much for you loving me", Leon said sarcastically.
"I do", Claire leaned towards Leon, covered her teeth with her lips and tugged at his ear with them.
"Ewwwww, Claire you're giving me cooties! Sick!" Leon cringed like a five year old and poked her in the stomach.
"I'll give you more than just cooties", she growled in return, as she sat in his lap and grabbed handfuls of his hair. She kissed Leon softly until he allowed her to "French" him.
Leon pushed Claire to the floor and pulled himself on top of her, still embraced in the kiss.
"Wait!" Claire said in a pant.
"I'm sorry! I didn't bite your lip, did I?"
"No, I just-can't do this. Not here", Claire whispered.
She felt Leon kissing her neck softly. He ran his hand along her back and replied that it was alright.
"Stay in here with me tonight though, ok?" Claire asked quietly.
"Alright. It's the least I can do for my bitch", Leon shrugged, and let out another "manly giggle".
"Riiiiiiiiight", Claire stared at Leon before slipping out of his arms and standing up again, "let me get changed into some night clothes."
"Ok", Leon said, still staring at Claire.
She coughed and gestured to Leon as if he were supposed to get what she was saying.
"Privacy?" She said finally.
"Huh? Oh! Heh, I knew that. Didn't have to say anything ya know, 'cause I was getting ready to leave", Leon said in a matter-of-fact. He stood next to Claire and stretched quickly before strutting out of the room.
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Chris felt the familiar feeling of being unable to breathe to well as he woke at around four in the morning. He looked down quickly and saw the problem that always laid there. Jill had, very innocently, crawled into his bed and fell asleep upon him. She always did that when he was sleeping in the same, building even, as her. It wasn't as if it were something that she'd gotten in to habit of doing after Spencer Mansion, she'd fallen asleep with him once before that.
He remembered now exactly how he felt then. First surprised, then flattered, then, well to be blunt, horny. All these feelings came back to him again in the same order now and he couldn't help but reach down and run his hands through Jill's short hair this time.
"Chris..?" Jill woke up cross-eyed for a second, then shut them quickly, "ugh I feel like shit."
A simple glance down is all Chris gave Jill. Great timing on waking up Jill, Chris thought bitterly. He didn't want her stirring up trouble with him, even if she didn't mean any harm. It aggravated Chris more when Jill would look up at him every so often with hurt eyes.
"What's wrong Chris?" Jill asked at last.
"Nothing", he grumbled.
The bed shifted as Chris rolled over onto his left side and pushed Jill off of him with his forearm.
"Then why are you acting like that?!" Jill bellowed out.
"I'm not acting like anything Jill! I just want to sleep, ok? Sleep!"
There was a long silence that followed after this and Jill glared at Chris's face. His eyes were shut tight and his hands were clapped over his ears to block her out.
"Urrrrgh! Fine!"
Jill lifted up a pillow and threw it at Chris before getting up and going back to her own bed. She pulled the covers over her head and continued to mumble under her breath about Chris.
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Morning finally rose up again and Jill woke up to see Chris smoking at the little table in the room. He was frowning in thought and hadn't noticed Jill was awake yet, let alone had he realized she was admiring his looks.
"You know sometimes I wonder why I even bother over you", Jill said, startling him a bit.
"You know sometimes I wonder why you hang over me like a street whore and think I enjoy it", Chris answered in return.
To most of his shock, Jill had burst into tears at this comment. She rolled over and laid her face upon the pillow and wept silently as Chris stared in wide eye.
"Jill I didn't mean that", he spoke worriedly.
"Of course you did!" She shouted back.
Instead of arguing, Chris rose from his seat at the table and sat next to Jill on her bed. Now he wrapped his arms around her; hugging her tightly. Jill responded by kissing his neck and running her hands through his hair. Again, she rolled on top of Chris's chest and pushed against him with more eagerness than before-
Briiing!
The phone, a woman's swords when in need of talk from her other faithful kind. But a hated instrument when ringing through a heated moment.
Jill grabbed the phone while Chris rubbed his eyes and cursed the hotel for keeping phones in every room.
"Yes?" Jill said in a rush.
"Hello, there's a call waiting on line three for a Ms. Valentine from Denny. Will you take the call?" an accented woman asked.
"Yeah sure."
"Hello? Jill?" It was Denny's voice now.
"Is everything ok? I'm kinda busy now, ya know", Jill said, trying desperately not to come of as rude. It was a tad bit hard, even though she was clenching the phone and wrapping the cord around her index finger several times in a hurried manner to keep from yelling at Denny.
"Uhm, I just need to talk to you real quick", Denny stuttered.
"I'm listening."
"Jill, about the wedding. I don't want you to come", he said quickly.
"What?!"
"Jill..Jill? What's wrong?" Chris asked. He began to grab at the phone to see who she was speaking with but Jill pressed him back with the palm of her hand.
"Look! I just don't want you doing or saying something that might make Fran say 'No' to me, alright? So can you just stay where you are on the wedding day?" Denny begged.
"What the hell Denny? That's cold", Jill answered in stun.
"Huh?! You're talking to Denny?! Give me that phone!" Chris grabbed Jill by both arms and pulled the phone out her grasp and pulled it swiftly to his ear.
"You have some fucking nerve Denny!" He began, "How DARE you even speak to Jill after what you did yesterday?! I should go over to home right NOW and strangle you, because nobody, and I mean nobody, messes with my girlfriend like that!"
Jill's jaw dropped in amazement. She was a bit happy that Chris flung out any modesty he had at all and told Denny off for attacking her the way he did. His eyebrows were contracted in fury and his jaw was clenched tightly as he listened to Denny whine on the other line. Jill could barely hear what the pitiful man was screeching, but had managed to pick up 'didn't know she was your girlfriend. She lied about that then.'
"Well maybe she didn't want to tell any of her personal business to a little bastard like yourself! And now I can see why!" Chris spat.
The phone was slammed back onto its place on the night-stand and Chris flung his hand at the bed post. His face began to turn red in anger.
Jill was about to thank him for standing up for her but ended up blurting out:
"I'm your girlfriend?!"
"Huh?..Oh, I didn't mean-"
"Aw, how sweet", Jill winked.
"Uhm, yeah. I'm just a real nice guy ya know, even after all those years of 'The Amazing Adventures of Claire and the Boy Next-Door'", Chris said with an exaggerated sigh.
"Uh, well, I just won't ask", Jill said cocking her eyebrow. Somehow whenever she spoke with either Chris or Claire they'd always refer back to their siblings in a conversation.
"Denny said you aren't going to his hick marriage", Chris frowned.
"He told me not to show up!"
"Then I won't go either", Chris said in a matter-of-fact tone, "I'll stay with you, and maybe we could go out."
Jill sighed and shrugged in agreement without even noticing that he was asking her on a date, "Want to do something today?"
"Yeah", Chris laughed and quickly looked her up and down.
"Ah! That's not what I meant!" Jill spoke in embarrassment.
"I know", he purred in her ear.
A sniffling and hiccoughing could be heard from behind Leon, who was now standing in front of a window of a dark room. He held his hands over his face, ashamed that he couldn't answer Claire's pleading cry. She was sitting on the bed, her eyes blood shot from the tears, making them swollen purpled around the lids. Blinking back tears was harder and harder by the long seconds.
Rick had come home to see Claire and Leon yelling left and right at each other on the street. He had immediately unlocked the door and let them in the house.
The two walked in still yelling about love and what not. Leon had called Claire crazy for blowing everything like that out of proportion. She then had pounded up the steps in tears. A door was slammed and Leon raced up after her. That's where they were now.
"Leon.", Claire whispered while whipping at her tears.
"Hm?"
"I.I love you", she looked up at Leon's back with her longing, yet broken eyes.
The words coming out of Claire's mouth were desperate. It was as if she had agreed with herself that if these last words did not convince him to say the same to her, then she would finally let go and wallow away the rest of the week.
"Claire you know your brother would be sickened if we really got together", he replied in monotone.
"Leon I'm a grown adult! I can make my own fucking decisions! Not him! Don't let his own insecurities with relationships hold you back on anything!"
She was right. Even Leon knew she was right. He looked at her with a dulled expression. Claire couldn't hold the connection between their eyes for long. Her gaze dropped and Leon nodded silently.
"I love you so damn much Claire", Leon said at last. He was now on his knees in front of Claire. His warm hands held Claire's and her face lit up slightly.
"I knew you did", she smiled.
"Ah! You made me go through all that even though you knew the answer?!" Leon groaned.
Claire cocked an eyebrow up and looked up into Leon's face. There was his loving smile, just for her.
"You joke around too much", Claire rolled her eyes.
He shrugged, "Well you did make a scene in front of my relatives."
"What?! That was all you!"
"No way! They think I'm some kind of woman-abuser after you cried and ran up the staircase like that", Leon said in wide eye.
A grin crept on Leon's face. Claire's mind buzzed. He was beautiful. His now lazy eyes, his floppy hair-style, his coy smile, his strong body, oh the list went on and on through her mind. She had fallen in love over Leon's personality, but now that she had let out those feelings her mind secretly longed for a physical relationship with him already.
"Hey, hey! Stop staring young lady", Leon said in a hoarse imitation of an old woman.
Claire snapped back into her senses. Leon was laughing again, that annoying laugh she couldn't stand but loved so much.
"Urgh", she ignored her thoughts of jumping onto Leon and instead pushed him away, "dork!"
"Oh well, so much for you loving me", Leon said sarcastically.
"I do", Claire leaned towards Leon, covered her teeth with her lips and tugged at his ear with them.
"Ewwwww, Claire you're giving me cooties! Sick!" Leon cringed like a five year old and poked her in the stomach.
"I'll give you more than just cooties", she growled in return, as she sat in his lap and grabbed handfuls of his hair. She kissed Leon softly until he allowed her to "French" him.
Leon pushed Claire to the floor and pulled himself on top of her, still embraced in the kiss.
"Wait!" Claire said in a pant.
"I'm sorry! I didn't bite your lip, did I?"
"No, I just-can't do this. Not here", Claire whispered.
She felt Leon kissing her neck softly. He ran his hand along her back and replied that it was alright.
"Stay in here with me tonight though, ok?" Claire asked quietly.
"Alright. It's the least I can do for my bitch", Leon shrugged, and let out another "manly giggle".
"Riiiiiiiiight", Claire stared at Leon before slipping out of his arms and standing up again, "let me get changed into some night clothes."
"Ok", Leon said, still staring at Claire.
She coughed and gestured to Leon as if he were supposed to get what she was saying.
"Privacy?" She said finally.
"Huh? Oh! Heh, I knew that. Didn't have to say anything ya know, 'cause I was getting ready to leave", Leon said in a matter-of-fact. He stood next to Claire and stretched quickly before strutting out of the room.
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Chris felt the familiar feeling of being unable to breathe to well as he woke at around four in the morning. He looked down quickly and saw the problem that always laid there. Jill had, very innocently, crawled into his bed and fell asleep upon him. She always did that when he was sleeping in the same, building even, as her. It wasn't as if it were something that she'd gotten in to habit of doing after Spencer Mansion, she'd fallen asleep with him once before that.
He remembered now exactly how he felt then. First surprised, then flattered, then, well to be blunt, horny. All these feelings came back to him again in the same order now and he couldn't help but reach down and run his hands through Jill's short hair this time.
"Chris..?" Jill woke up cross-eyed for a second, then shut them quickly, "ugh I feel like shit."
A simple glance down is all Chris gave Jill. Great timing on waking up Jill, Chris thought bitterly. He didn't want her stirring up trouble with him, even if she didn't mean any harm. It aggravated Chris more when Jill would look up at him every so often with hurt eyes.
"What's wrong Chris?" Jill asked at last.
"Nothing", he grumbled.
The bed shifted as Chris rolled over onto his left side and pushed Jill off of him with his forearm.
"Then why are you acting like that?!" Jill bellowed out.
"I'm not acting like anything Jill! I just want to sleep, ok? Sleep!"
There was a long silence that followed after this and Jill glared at Chris's face. His eyes were shut tight and his hands were clapped over his ears to block her out.
"Urrrrgh! Fine!"
Jill lifted up a pillow and threw it at Chris before getting up and going back to her own bed. She pulled the covers over her head and continued to mumble under her breath about Chris.
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Morning finally rose up again and Jill woke up to see Chris smoking at the little table in the room. He was frowning in thought and hadn't noticed Jill was awake yet, let alone had he realized she was admiring his looks.
"You know sometimes I wonder why I even bother over you", Jill said, startling him a bit.
"You know sometimes I wonder why you hang over me like a street whore and think I enjoy it", Chris answered in return.
To most of his shock, Jill had burst into tears at this comment. She rolled over and laid her face upon the pillow and wept silently as Chris stared in wide eye.
"Jill I didn't mean that", he spoke worriedly.
"Of course you did!" She shouted back.
Instead of arguing, Chris rose from his seat at the table and sat next to Jill on her bed. Now he wrapped his arms around her; hugging her tightly. Jill responded by kissing his neck and running her hands through his hair. Again, she rolled on top of Chris's chest and pushed against him with more eagerness than before-
Briiing!
The phone, a woman's swords when in need of talk from her other faithful kind. But a hated instrument when ringing through a heated moment.
Jill grabbed the phone while Chris rubbed his eyes and cursed the hotel for keeping phones in every room.
"Yes?" Jill said in a rush.
"Hello, there's a call waiting on line three for a Ms. Valentine from Denny. Will you take the call?" an accented woman asked.
"Yeah sure."
"Hello? Jill?" It was Denny's voice now.
"Is everything ok? I'm kinda busy now, ya know", Jill said, trying desperately not to come of as rude. It was a tad bit hard, even though she was clenching the phone and wrapping the cord around her index finger several times in a hurried manner to keep from yelling at Denny.
"Uhm, I just need to talk to you real quick", Denny stuttered.
"I'm listening."
"Jill, about the wedding. I don't want you to come", he said quickly.
"What?!"
"Jill..Jill? What's wrong?" Chris asked. He began to grab at the phone to see who she was speaking with but Jill pressed him back with the palm of her hand.
"Look! I just don't want you doing or saying something that might make Fran say 'No' to me, alright? So can you just stay where you are on the wedding day?" Denny begged.
"What the hell Denny? That's cold", Jill answered in stun.
"Huh?! You're talking to Denny?! Give me that phone!" Chris grabbed Jill by both arms and pulled the phone out her grasp and pulled it swiftly to his ear.
"You have some fucking nerve Denny!" He began, "How DARE you even speak to Jill after what you did yesterday?! I should go over to home right NOW and strangle you, because nobody, and I mean nobody, messes with my girlfriend like that!"
Jill's jaw dropped in amazement. She was a bit happy that Chris flung out any modesty he had at all and told Denny off for attacking her the way he did. His eyebrows were contracted in fury and his jaw was clenched tightly as he listened to Denny whine on the other line. Jill could barely hear what the pitiful man was screeching, but had managed to pick up 'didn't know she was your girlfriend. She lied about that then.'
"Well maybe she didn't want to tell any of her personal business to a little bastard like yourself! And now I can see why!" Chris spat.
The phone was slammed back onto its place on the night-stand and Chris flung his hand at the bed post. His face began to turn red in anger.
Jill was about to thank him for standing up for her but ended up blurting out:
"I'm your girlfriend?!"
"Huh?..Oh, I didn't mean-"
"Aw, how sweet", Jill winked.
"Uhm, yeah. I'm just a real nice guy ya know, even after all those years of 'The Amazing Adventures of Claire and the Boy Next-Door'", Chris said with an exaggerated sigh.
"Uh, well, I just won't ask", Jill said cocking her eyebrow. Somehow whenever she spoke with either Chris or Claire they'd always refer back to their siblings in a conversation.
"Denny said you aren't going to his hick marriage", Chris frowned.
"He told me not to show up!"
"Then I won't go either", Chris said in a matter-of-fact tone, "I'll stay with you, and maybe we could go out."
Jill sighed and shrugged in agreement without even noticing that he was asking her on a date, "Want to do something today?"
"Yeah", Chris laughed and quickly looked her up and down.
"Ah! That's not what I meant!" Jill spoke in embarrassment.
"I know", he purred in her ear.