Forever
-chapter four
Don't realise I think about it,
Don't know what I'd do without it,
I only know I live, and I breathe, for your love,
Baby you, came to me,
In my time of need,
When I needed you, you were there for me,
Baby, the love from you,
Is what got me through,
It's because of you, I was able to,
Give my heart again,
You gave me:
Someone to love,
Someone to trust,
Someone to touch,
Someone to hold,
Someone to know.
-Babyface feat. Jon B., "Someone to Love"
"Every time that you draw near,
My spider-sense is tingling dear,
Something's goin' on
Every time you come my way,
The birds start singing like Marvin Gaye,
Something's goin' on now,
May I come check your lost and found,
My heart goes missing when you come around,
What's goin' on now, yeah
Never happened before, I was too cool,
Always doin' my thing, into my groove,
I was caramel cream, I was so smooth,
But this time, it may be...
It may be love... "
-McMaster and James, "Must Be Love"
"Chris, L-cut right. Jill,.........Jill, just go long."
...Leon ordered from within the huddle.
Jill frowned.
" But I always go long!"
" Uhh...don't worry...next play it'll go to you...right......break!"
Jill still wore her frown as the team broke and then lined up, Jill getting ready to snap the ball while Chris moved to the right to get ready to recieve the pass. Leon's team currently was down by five points, after Carlos had intercepted a careless pass by himself. The game had just begun. It was a friendly game, but both sides knew that bragging rights were very important.
" C, L, right! C, L, right! Hut!"
Jill snapped the ball to Leon, who was a couple of paces behind her. Leon caught it and immediately began to look for Chris, who had already began his pattern. Carlos, who was covering Chris, tried in vain to catch up to him. Chris was both faster and stronger than Chico when it came to football. The S.T.A.R.S. Captain jogged slowly forward roughly ten yards, then suddenly cut to his left, leaving Carlos in his dust.
'Training isn't just for S.T.A.R.S., Chico!'
Leon, who was busy scrambling away from Rebecca , saw that Chris had run his pattern and was open. He stopped, cocked his arm, and threw as accurate a pass as he could to where he thought Chris would be. Milliseconds later Beccy speared him roughly from behind, and the S.T.A.R.S. rookie fell to the ground face first.
The ball, spiralling perfectly, headed towards Chris...
....and was caught by him, just a split second after Carlos had decided to dive in front of him, hoping for an interception. Carlos hit the ground without the ball, and turned to see Chris, with the ball, already a good twenty yards away and on his way to a touchdown. Claire, who was busy covering Jill, recognised the new threat Chris posed, and left Jill to try to stop her brother from getting an easy seven points.
Redfield met Redfield as Chris came face to face with Claire.
Jill could swear she felt the ground shake and lightning hit the ground.
Everyone involved stopped to watch what would happen. It was a clash of titans and a war of sibling rivalries. Competitivness was always there among the Redfields, and whoever won this particular round would add another jewel to his or her crown, to be bragged about for a long time to come.
Chris suddenly remembered when he was twelve years old, and Claire just six. They had a huge backyard, and were constantly playing touch football games with their father in it. Fun times were plentiful back then. Now, fifteen years and an undead experience later, the two siblings met again on the battlefield. The teammates were different, the playing field changed, but the rivalry between the two would probably never die. Not until their dying days.
Chris shook his head to forget about the thought and decided to use his favorite move. He head faked going to his left and instead broke to his right. No matter how many times Chris had used that move on his sister, she never quite got him.
'No reason to start today, now.'
He began his classic move. He head faked to his left, and suddenly dashed right. Claire had recognised his move, but as always, too late. She blocked his left, but was helpless and frozen when he broke right. Chris had beaten her again. He sprinted the final ten yards to the tree they had designated as the end zone. He began to raise his arms in a V for victory, but couldn't.
All of sudden Chris was flat on his face as the ground rose up to meet him.
Claire had gotten up and tackled Chris hard from behind, knocking him down. He hit the ground, hard.
" What now, bro!?"
Claire teased her brother and got up, but Chris couldn't.
Jill, seeing that Claire had gotten up but Chris was yet to move, jogged over, alarmed that something bad had happened to him after he fell face first. Suddenly she flashed back to a time when she was four, and her eight year old cousin fell down on cement and lost two teeth. Jill developed a phobia back then, and now it was coming back to haunt her. Claire knelt down next to her brother and was shaking him by the shoulders, and then she turned him over so he was on his back. A look of fear was on the younger Redfield's face. Apparently Chris couldn't move.
'Oh my God...Please don't let him be hurt....'
Jill finally reached Chris' fallen form and knelt by him. She shook his shoulders and her eyes, wide with concern, were concentrated on his face and his closed eyes.
"Chris! You OK?? Talk to me!"
Chris' answer came softly, as his eyes blinked open and closed several times, retinas adjusting to the bright sunlight.
" Uhh....yeah...think....think I kinda blacked out there for a sec...am I.....am I dead? Am I in heaven?"
Chris rubbed his forhead as Carlos, Leon, and Beccy had jogged up and were in a huddle around Chris' form on the ground, eyes intent on him. Suddenly Chris looked straight at Jill.
" Kiss me, Jill."
Jill softly slapped him, With a half smirk, half smile on her face. On one side she was happy her partner was OK, but on the other hand he made her angry with that joke. It wasn't that she didn't want to kiss him, but she was extremely worried for Chris.
" Okay, guess I'm still on Earth."
The team shared a laugh, then Carlos offered Chris his arm and Chris took it and pulled himself up. He stood up, dazed, but seemingly otherwise unhurt. He dusted himself off, then looked at Jill, who had a somewhat angry expression on her fine features.
" You scared the hell out of me!! I thought you were hurt!" Jill and Claire said, at precisely the same time.
" Y'all care about me?" Chris said sarcastically, trying his best to mimic the smirk that was on both girls' faces.
" Hell no!" Both women said, again at close to the same time. Jill pushed Chris hard on the shoulder, and he stumbled for a bit before he regained his balance. He swore when he put pressure on his right ankle and was rewarded with a sharp pain. He had twisted his ankle.
" Come on, " Jill began, " let's go sit down for a sec, and don't put any more pressure on that foot. "
Jill lifted Chris' arm and put it on her shoulder, so he could lean on her. Together they limped towards a nearby tree. Claire was already beginning to organise a two-on-two game with Leon, Carlos, and Beccy. Competitiveness, as always, was one of Claire's greatest personality traits.
They reached the tree, and Jill softly let go of Chris as he sat under the oak's thick trunk, happy to take a small rest for both himself and his ankle. He grimaced slightly, but still wore his smile. Jill smiled to herself on the inside.
'His happy....quirky..'
" How 'bout a coke?" He said, looking straight at her.
'...crazysexycool smile.'
Jill frowned, but inside she was wearing her widest smile.
" Ok, but just this once, 'cuz you'd probably fall flat on your face if you try to get it yourself." She gave him another look and turned around to start towards the cooler that lay underneath another tree some twenty yards away, leaving Chris alone with his thoughts for a while. Jill's mind was racing while she walked.
' What is he thinking? That stupid stunt with the joke?......I'll never understand him...or guys, for that matter. Never.'
Chris' gaze followed her the entire way to the cooler. Her long, lithe legs taking light steps, her hair blowing slightly in a slight breeze. Her hair, her shapely shoulders and top, her full hips, thighs, waist.....her behind.....Like Jill, his mind raced as well.
' Did I scare her? Was she really afraid for me? Does she...does she care for me?'
Chris shook his head and stopped glaring at Jill. He smiled softly to himself. He pulled up his right leg, curled up the pant leg, and then began to rub and massage the ankle where he thought it twisted. It hurt, but it was only a mild sprain and he had gone through much worse to complain.
'No zombie bite marks, it's not infected with a virus, I'm alive, it's OK.'
Five or so years ago a sprained ankle meant that he would be in a bad mood for some time afterwards. Since then he had seen his comrades torn apart limb from limb, injury of peaceful lives, and the loss of many more. Things such as a sprained ankle were things he had to ignore in choice of the numerous other injuries he obtained. Now...now he almost felt happy that he had a twisted ankle, and nothing more.
He smiled. It was a funny thing to be smiling about, but he smiled nonetheless.
He was still smiling when Jill threw a coke can into his lap. She sat down beside him under the tree to his left, leaning on the trunk next to him. She popped it open and immediately took a gulp. Chris sat there, admiring...admiring Jill. The way she opened the can, the trademark hissing sound it made, the way she brushed her hair away from her eyes, the way she closed her eyes and her lips opened slightly before-
'Before taking a gulp, before...'
" What are you looking at?" Jill questioned, after noticing that Chris was staring straight at her, " You gonna drink that thing or what? And why are you smiling, you just almost broke your ankle, didn't you?"
"Oh..um, yeah, I did...it's pretty mild, don't think it'll last for long. A week tops."
" Oh, that's good." Jill said, taking another gulp. Chris was just opening his.
" So, Jill, what was that you wanted to tell me at training?"
" Wha, tell you what?"
" You know, from training, I said you can wait to tell me now."
'SHIT!' Jill had completely forgotten about it, following the football and Chris getting injured. She contemplated what her next action when Chris asked her a question. She was at a loss for words.
" You OK?"
"Ye, Yeah, why do you ask?"
" Well, you've just been staring at space with your eyes wide open for about five seconds there."
" Oh. Well, I, it's about, that, you know, when you ask, you know, ask that-"
" Question?"
" Exactly! About...questions, I was...you know, me, give you, about that-"
" You were gonna ask me a question?"
" Yeah! Um, I was gonna ask, if...if you-"
" Look Jill, I don't want to guess everything you're going to say...so say it yourself, ok?"
" Sure!" Jill playfully punched him in the shoulder. " It's, it's about you and me, Chris."
" What about? Something wrong?"
" No...actually....actually, I, I think it's a great thing."
Jill swore at herself inside.
' What are you doing girl? Now he think's you're a freak! You're in the deep stuff now!'
Likewise, Chris was scolding himself for his actions.
' Don't correct what she does wrong, dumbass! Girls hate that! '
" So!"
" So?"
Jill and Chris said it at the same time. They smiled, giggled, and they each felt their cheeks going red. Had someone taken away ten years from their lives, one would think they were two teenagers on their first date. The word 'awkward' came to mind.
' Oh my God!! That was too awkward, girl! '
' It's okay, dude, just stay calm, say something, say something!'
" So, Jill, what was it you wanted to tell me?"
He couldn't help but see that her cheeks were red. Jill steeled her nerves for what she was about to say next.
" Chris, I, we've been partners for five years, and...I've known you for longer, and, you're like, my best friend....ever....and I was wondering..."
" Why we've only ever been friends." Chris finished for her. He looked at her. She blushed while he did. She looked so cute like that, with her cheeks red as roses and her bangs falling lightly into her eyes.
' So she was thinking about me. Does she like me?'
" I, I dunno." Chris began. " well...I guess, I never had time to tell you...how I felt, what with...what with Umbrella and all."
" Oh..."
An awkward silence, as both turned to glance at the game going on in front of them. Both pairs of eyes registered the football accidentally hitting Leon in a uncomfortable place, and the rest of the team laughing at him as he fell to the ground, but their brains didn't. This was a time they both dreaded. Revealing feelings as deep as love was an art both of them lost. Love lives were in their past lives, before Umbrella. Now they had to find out how to do so again.
Jill broke the silence.
" But......do you....do you want to....." she paused to look straight into his eyes. Soft, azure gems met hardened, chestnut raw ore as both minds hardened themselves for what might be.
"...do you want to take it further than friends? Because...because I do. I love you, Chris. "
Chris' expression was shocked, almost like his expression when he first observed a zombie back at Spencer Mansion. It wasn't that he didn't want to take it further, but rather he was shocked that she felt the same way. He pretty much convinced himself he was dreaming. He was just waiting to wake up.
' Oh my God...say...say something...she's sad...did I do something wrong?'
Jill, likewise, was amazed more at herself. She had finally managed to tell Chris how she felt, even if it was an a awkward kind of way. She looked away, at the grass nearby and a caterpillar on the ground that was minding it's own buisness.
' He's not saying anything! Did, did I say it the wrong way? Does he love me at all?'
She felt tears come to her eyes. Jill was afraid that Chris would say that he didn't love her, and she knew that would devastate her. She had never cried before, as far as she could remember. She had kept her tears when she witnessed dozens of people's deaths, when her beloved Raccoon City was destroyed, and even at the grave of her father. Now, her first tear appeared on her eyelid, not because of some terrifying monster that belonged in a video game, but rather because of the man she so deeply loved.
Chris put a hand on hers. He clutched it, and Jill turned around to look at him, with that single tear in her right eye. He moved his hand to her cheek, and softly brused the tear away.
" Please don't cry, Jill. "
" I wasn't, it's just that-"
Chris pulled her hand closer and looked straight into her eyes, then closed his, moved his face to hers and felt an electrifying pressure as his lips met hers. He was kissing Jill Valentine.
He kissed her softly, not anything that would frighten her or scare her off. He was happy to find that she kissed him back, and her left hand moved to his cheek and began to caress him. Her other hand moved around his neck, and she turned her waist around to face him, and Chris did the same, while both laid on the ground under the tree.
Jill's mind was filling with thoughts, until suddenly she realised what it was she was doing, and closed her eyes and settled into the kiss. She was kissing Christopher Redfield, the man she so deeply cared about and loved. She had had her times with men before, but no kiss would mean as much to her as the one she was having right now. She tightened her arms around Chris' neck, to pull him closer. She wanted it to last as long as possible. He loved her, that much she knew. It didn't matter to her that Claire and the others would see her and Chris. She only knew that Chris loved her, and she sure as hell loved him back.
After a while they both ended the kiss. They stayed there for long, beautiful seconds, their faces just inches apart, until finally Jill lowered her head and rested it on Chris' chest and closed her eyes. Chris leaned back, and put his arms around Jill. Jill did the same. They lay there together, in each other's arms, under the tree.
" I love you, Chris. "
" I love you too, Jill."
They both smiled.
Author's note:
' indicates a character's thoughts, double quotes indicates what a character says
Well there's Chapter Four!!! That took a little longer than the other ones for myself, since I just wanted to get everything right, especially the ending. I apologize for the wait! Anyway, I hope you guys all enjoyed it as much as I did writing it. Please review and tell me what you think! Expect Chapter Five anytime now!
AND THE QUOTES OF THE DAY ARE:
"He who waits for something good, doesn't get dissapointed."
-Norwegian saying ( that one's for Darkness )
"The larger the island of knowledge, the longer the shoreline of mystery."
-Mary B. Yates
"No Pity! No Remorse! No Fear!"
-Black Templars Creed, Warhammer 40,000
"May God defend me from my friends;
I can defend myself from my enemies."
-Voltaire
-chapter four
Don't realise I think about it,
Don't know what I'd do without it,
I only know I live, and I breathe, for your love,
Baby you, came to me,
In my time of need,
When I needed you, you were there for me,
Baby, the love from you,
Is what got me through,
It's because of you, I was able to,
Give my heart again,
You gave me:
Someone to love,
Someone to trust,
Someone to touch,
Someone to hold,
Someone to know.
-Babyface feat. Jon B., "Someone to Love"
"Every time that you draw near,
My spider-sense is tingling dear,
Something's goin' on
Every time you come my way,
The birds start singing like Marvin Gaye,
Something's goin' on now,
May I come check your lost and found,
My heart goes missing when you come around,
What's goin' on now, yeah
Never happened before, I was too cool,
Always doin' my thing, into my groove,
I was caramel cream, I was so smooth,
But this time, it may be...
It may be love... "
-McMaster and James, "Must Be Love"
"Chris, L-cut right. Jill,.........Jill, just go long."
...Leon ordered from within the huddle.
Jill frowned.
" But I always go long!"
" Uhh...don't worry...next play it'll go to you...right......break!"
Jill still wore her frown as the team broke and then lined up, Jill getting ready to snap the ball while Chris moved to the right to get ready to recieve the pass. Leon's team currently was down by five points, after Carlos had intercepted a careless pass by himself. The game had just begun. It was a friendly game, but both sides knew that bragging rights were very important.
" C, L, right! C, L, right! Hut!"
Jill snapped the ball to Leon, who was a couple of paces behind her. Leon caught it and immediately began to look for Chris, who had already began his pattern. Carlos, who was covering Chris, tried in vain to catch up to him. Chris was both faster and stronger than Chico when it came to football. The S.T.A.R.S. Captain jogged slowly forward roughly ten yards, then suddenly cut to his left, leaving Carlos in his dust.
'Training isn't just for S.T.A.R.S., Chico!'
Leon, who was busy scrambling away from Rebecca , saw that Chris had run his pattern and was open. He stopped, cocked his arm, and threw as accurate a pass as he could to where he thought Chris would be. Milliseconds later Beccy speared him roughly from behind, and the S.T.A.R.S. rookie fell to the ground face first.
The ball, spiralling perfectly, headed towards Chris...
....and was caught by him, just a split second after Carlos had decided to dive in front of him, hoping for an interception. Carlos hit the ground without the ball, and turned to see Chris, with the ball, already a good twenty yards away and on his way to a touchdown. Claire, who was busy covering Jill, recognised the new threat Chris posed, and left Jill to try to stop her brother from getting an easy seven points.
Redfield met Redfield as Chris came face to face with Claire.
Jill could swear she felt the ground shake and lightning hit the ground.
Everyone involved stopped to watch what would happen. It was a clash of titans and a war of sibling rivalries. Competitivness was always there among the Redfields, and whoever won this particular round would add another jewel to his or her crown, to be bragged about for a long time to come.
Chris suddenly remembered when he was twelve years old, and Claire just six. They had a huge backyard, and were constantly playing touch football games with their father in it. Fun times were plentiful back then. Now, fifteen years and an undead experience later, the two siblings met again on the battlefield. The teammates were different, the playing field changed, but the rivalry between the two would probably never die. Not until their dying days.
Chris shook his head to forget about the thought and decided to use his favorite move. He head faked going to his left and instead broke to his right. No matter how many times Chris had used that move on his sister, she never quite got him.
'No reason to start today, now.'
He began his classic move. He head faked to his left, and suddenly dashed right. Claire had recognised his move, but as always, too late. She blocked his left, but was helpless and frozen when he broke right. Chris had beaten her again. He sprinted the final ten yards to the tree they had designated as the end zone. He began to raise his arms in a V for victory, but couldn't.
All of sudden Chris was flat on his face as the ground rose up to meet him.
Claire had gotten up and tackled Chris hard from behind, knocking him down. He hit the ground, hard.
" What now, bro!?"
Claire teased her brother and got up, but Chris couldn't.
Jill, seeing that Claire had gotten up but Chris was yet to move, jogged over, alarmed that something bad had happened to him after he fell face first. Suddenly she flashed back to a time when she was four, and her eight year old cousin fell down on cement and lost two teeth. Jill developed a phobia back then, and now it was coming back to haunt her. Claire knelt down next to her brother and was shaking him by the shoulders, and then she turned him over so he was on his back. A look of fear was on the younger Redfield's face. Apparently Chris couldn't move.
'Oh my God...Please don't let him be hurt....'
Jill finally reached Chris' fallen form and knelt by him. She shook his shoulders and her eyes, wide with concern, were concentrated on his face and his closed eyes.
"Chris! You OK?? Talk to me!"
Chris' answer came softly, as his eyes blinked open and closed several times, retinas adjusting to the bright sunlight.
" Uhh....yeah...think....think I kinda blacked out there for a sec...am I.....am I dead? Am I in heaven?"
Chris rubbed his forhead as Carlos, Leon, and Beccy had jogged up and were in a huddle around Chris' form on the ground, eyes intent on him. Suddenly Chris looked straight at Jill.
" Kiss me, Jill."
Jill softly slapped him, With a half smirk, half smile on her face. On one side she was happy her partner was OK, but on the other hand he made her angry with that joke. It wasn't that she didn't want to kiss him, but she was extremely worried for Chris.
" Okay, guess I'm still on Earth."
The team shared a laugh, then Carlos offered Chris his arm and Chris took it and pulled himself up. He stood up, dazed, but seemingly otherwise unhurt. He dusted himself off, then looked at Jill, who had a somewhat angry expression on her fine features.
" You scared the hell out of me!! I thought you were hurt!" Jill and Claire said, at precisely the same time.
" Y'all care about me?" Chris said sarcastically, trying his best to mimic the smirk that was on both girls' faces.
" Hell no!" Both women said, again at close to the same time. Jill pushed Chris hard on the shoulder, and he stumbled for a bit before he regained his balance. He swore when he put pressure on his right ankle and was rewarded with a sharp pain. He had twisted his ankle.
" Come on, " Jill began, " let's go sit down for a sec, and don't put any more pressure on that foot. "
Jill lifted Chris' arm and put it on her shoulder, so he could lean on her. Together they limped towards a nearby tree. Claire was already beginning to organise a two-on-two game with Leon, Carlos, and Beccy. Competitiveness, as always, was one of Claire's greatest personality traits.
They reached the tree, and Jill softly let go of Chris as he sat under the oak's thick trunk, happy to take a small rest for both himself and his ankle. He grimaced slightly, but still wore his smile. Jill smiled to herself on the inside.
'His happy....quirky..'
" How 'bout a coke?" He said, looking straight at her.
'...crazysexycool smile.'
Jill frowned, but inside she was wearing her widest smile.
" Ok, but just this once, 'cuz you'd probably fall flat on your face if you try to get it yourself." She gave him another look and turned around to start towards the cooler that lay underneath another tree some twenty yards away, leaving Chris alone with his thoughts for a while. Jill's mind was racing while she walked.
' What is he thinking? That stupid stunt with the joke?......I'll never understand him...or guys, for that matter. Never.'
Chris' gaze followed her the entire way to the cooler. Her long, lithe legs taking light steps, her hair blowing slightly in a slight breeze. Her hair, her shapely shoulders and top, her full hips, thighs, waist.....her behind.....Like Jill, his mind raced as well.
' Did I scare her? Was she really afraid for me? Does she...does she care for me?'
Chris shook his head and stopped glaring at Jill. He smiled softly to himself. He pulled up his right leg, curled up the pant leg, and then began to rub and massage the ankle where he thought it twisted. It hurt, but it was only a mild sprain and he had gone through much worse to complain.
'No zombie bite marks, it's not infected with a virus, I'm alive, it's OK.'
Five or so years ago a sprained ankle meant that he would be in a bad mood for some time afterwards. Since then he had seen his comrades torn apart limb from limb, injury of peaceful lives, and the loss of many more. Things such as a sprained ankle were things he had to ignore in choice of the numerous other injuries he obtained. Now...now he almost felt happy that he had a twisted ankle, and nothing more.
He smiled. It was a funny thing to be smiling about, but he smiled nonetheless.
He was still smiling when Jill threw a coke can into his lap. She sat down beside him under the tree to his left, leaning on the trunk next to him. She popped it open and immediately took a gulp. Chris sat there, admiring...admiring Jill. The way she opened the can, the trademark hissing sound it made, the way she brushed her hair away from her eyes, the way she closed her eyes and her lips opened slightly before-
'Before taking a gulp, before...'
" What are you looking at?" Jill questioned, after noticing that Chris was staring straight at her, " You gonna drink that thing or what? And why are you smiling, you just almost broke your ankle, didn't you?"
"Oh..um, yeah, I did...it's pretty mild, don't think it'll last for long. A week tops."
" Oh, that's good." Jill said, taking another gulp. Chris was just opening his.
" So, Jill, what was that you wanted to tell me at training?"
" Wha, tell you what?"
" You know, from training, I said you can wait to tell me now."
'SHIT!' Jill had completely forgotten about it, following the football and Chris getting injured. She contemplated what her next action when Chris asked her a question. She was at a loss for words.
" You OK?"
"Ye, Yeah, why do you ask?"
" Well, you've just been staring at space with your eyes wide open for about five seconds there."
" Oh. Well, I, it's about, that, you know, when you ask, you know, ask that-"
" Question?"
" Exactly! About...questions, I was...you know, me, give you, about that-"
" You were gonna ask me a question?"
" Yeah! Um, I was gonna ask, if...if you-"
" Look Jill, I don't want to guess everything you're going to say...so say it yourself, ok?"
" Sure!" Jill playfully punched him in the shoulder. " It's, it's about you and me, Chris."
" What about? Something wrong?"
" No...actually....actually, I, I think it's a great thing."
Jill swore at herself inside.
' What are you doing girl? Now he think's you're a freak! You're in the deep stuff now!'
Likewise, Chris was scolding himself for his actions.
' Don't correct what she does wrong, dumbass! Girls hate that! '
" So!"
" So?"
Jill and Chris said it at the same time. They smiled, giggled, and they each felt their cheeks going red. Had someone taken away ten years from their lives, one would think they were two teenagers on their first date. The word 'awkward' came to mind.
' Oh my God!! That was too awkward, girl! '
' It's okay, dude, just stay calm, say something, say something!'
" So, Jill, what was it you wanted to tell me?"
He couldn't help but see that her cheeks were red. Jill steeled her nerves for what she was about to say next.
" Chris, I, we've been partners for five years, and...I've known you for longer, and, you're like, my best friend....ever....and I was wondering..."
" Why we've only ever been friends." Chris finished for her. He looked at her. She blushed while he did. She looked so cute like that, with her cheeks red as roses and her bangs falling lightly into her eyes.
' So she was thinking about me. Does she like me?'
" I, I dunno." Chris began. " well...I guess, I never had time to tell you...how I felt, what with...what with Umbrella and all."
" Oh..."
An awkward silence, as both turned to glance at the game going on in front of them. Both pairs of eyes registered the football accidentally hitting Leon in a uncomfortable place, and the rest of the team laughing at him as he fell to the ground, but their brains didn't. This was a time they both dreaded. Revealing feelings as deep as love was an art both of them lost. Love lives were in their past lives, before Umbrella. Now they had to find out how to do so again.
Jill broke the silence.
" But......do you....do you want to....." she paused to look straight into his eyes. Soft, azure gems met hardened, chestnut raw ore as both minds hardened themselves for what might be.
"...do you want to take it further than friends? Because...because I do. I love you, Chris. "
Chris' expression was shocked, almost like his expression when he first observed a zombie back at Spencer Mansion. It wasn't that he didn't want to take it further, but rather he was shocked that she felt the same way. He pretty much convinced himself he was dreaming. He was just waiting to wake up.
' Oh my God...say...say something...she's sad...did I do something wrong?'
Jill, likewise, was amazed more at herself. She had finally managed to tell Chris how she felt, even if it was an a awkward kind of way. She looked away, at the grass nearby and a caterpillar on the ground that was minding it's own buisness.
' He's not saying anything! Did, did I say it the wrong way? Does he love me at all?'
She felt tears come to her eyes. Jill was afraid that Chris would say that he didn't love her, and she knew that would devastate her. She had never cried before, as far as she could remember. She had kept her tears when she witnessed dozens of people's deaths, when her beloved Raccoon City was destroyed, and even at the grave of her father. Now, her first tear appeared on her eyelid, not because of some terrifying monster that belonged in a video game, but rather because of the man she so deeply loved.
Chris put a hand on hers. He clutched it, and Jill turned around to look at him, with that single tear in her right eye. He moved his hand to her cheek, and softly brused the tear away.
" Please don't cry, Jill. "
" I wasn't, it's just that-"
Chris pulled her hand closer and looked straight into her eyes, then closed his, moved his face to hers and felt an electrifying pressure as his lips met hers. He was kissing Jill Valentine.
He kissed her softly, not anything that would frighten her or scare her off. He was happy to find that she kissed him back, and her left hand moved to his cheek and began to caress him. Her other hand moved around his neck, and she turned her waist around to face him, and Chris did the same, while both laid on the ground under the tree.
Jill's mind was filling with thoughts, until suddenly she realised what it was she was doing, and closed her eyes and settled into the kiss. She was kissing Christopher Redfield, the man she so deeply cared about and loved. She had had her times with men before, but no kiss would mean as much to her as the one she was having right now. She tightened her arms around Chris' neck, to pull him closer. She wanted it to last as long as possible. He loved her, that much she knew. It didn't matter to her that Claire and the others would see her and Chris. She only knew that Chris loved her, and she sure as hell loved him back.
After a while they both ended the kiss. They stayed there for long, beautiful seconds, their faces just inches apart, until finally Jill lowered her head and rested it on Chris' chest and closed her eyes. Chris leaned back, and put his arms around Jill. Jill did the same. They lay there together, in each other's arms, under the tree.
" I love you, Chris. "
" I love you too, Jill."
They both smiled.
Author's note:
' indicates a character's thoughts, double quotes indicates what a character says
Well there's Chapter Four!!! That took a little longer than the other ones for myself, since I just wanted to get everything right, especially the ending. I apologize for the wait! Anyway, I hope you guys all enjoyed it as much as I did writing it. Please review and tell me what you think! Expect Chapter Five anytime now!
AND THE QUOTES OF THE DAY ARE:
"He who waits for something good, doesn't get dissapointed."
-Norwegian saying ( that one's for Darkness )
"The larger the island of knowledge, the longer the shoreline of mystery."
-Mary B. Yates
"No Pity! No Remorse! No Fear!"
-Black Templars Creed, Warhammer 40,000
"May God defend me from my friends;
I can defend myself from my enemies."
-Voltaire