Forever
-chapter seven
I will never find another lover,
Sweeter than you, sweeter than you,
And I will never find another lover,
More precious than you, more precious than you,
Girl you are...the only one, my everything
And for you this song I sing
All my life,
I pray for someone like you,
And I thank God,
That I finally find you,
All my life,
I pray for someone like you,
And I hope that you,
Feel the same way too...
-K-ci and JoJo, "All My Life"
"There she is, amigos! De mansion on de beach itself! "
A wrong turn, uncountable washroom stops, a "desperate" craving for McChickens on the part of Leon and Carlos, even more "rest" stops, some "essential shopping" on the part of the girls at assorted malls along the way, and eight hours since their departure brought the six road-trippers to the cabin. It was supposed to be a two hour trip.
Now the team was exhausted, but still they found the strength to stumble out of the two cars and look upon the house.
At least half the S.T.A.R.S. members expected a dilapitated old shack, but were pleasantly surprised at the very beautiful and very posh chateau in front of them. Tall fir trees and a view overlooking the calm blue ocean, with wide windows and an overall mansion-like appearance were some of the welcoming characteristics of the two storey house. It was nestled in between equally expensive houses, and, much to the relief of Leon, a McDonalds was not more than two blocks away down the coastline.
" Sweet merciful bejeezus, Carlos. How the hell can someone related to you possibly afford something like this??? "
...Leon commented. He was rewarded for his comment with a sharp jab to the ribs. " She ain't related to me, my friend.
" Dis is de abode of one Elena Dela Cruz, a fairly wealthy and very successful medical scientist who jus' happens, " Carlos said, after a glance at the waiting team, " who just happens to be my mother's second cousin's best friend, meaning dat she ain't related to me. And here she comes now! "
" Sweet merciful Je-" Leon began, as he felt his jaw become roughly equal to his belt. He couldn't finish when Claire stomped down hard on his foot.
" It's wrong to use God's name in vain. " She retorted, although they both knew that she didn't want him gawking at other woman who had just appeared in front of them.
A very slim woman of about twenty five, whom the team assumed to be one Elena Dela Cruz, stepped out of the doorway to the mansion that was her house. Dressed in a pink buisness suit and a miniskirt that had a rather long and wide slit up it's side, and a pink sombrero that had, yes, a pink feather along the side. On any other woman the attire would have been completely distasteful, but for some bizarre reason the outfit not only matched her, but made her more beautiful.
She walked over to Carlos and greeted him, kissing him on both cheeks before giving him a friendly hug.
" Aye, Carlos! Como estas? Son estos sus amigos? (1)" She spoke with a fairly noticable accent, perhaps indicating that she had just recently come to the country.
" Si, senora, " He took her hand and slowly guided her to where the rest of the team had lined up in front of the house, " Dis is Leon Kennedy..."
" Ho...Ho....Hola, Elena. " Leon managed to get out past his mouth.
" Dis is Claire..."
" Hello, Elena. " She said, offering up that trademark smile along with it.
" Dis is Jillian...."
" Buenos dias, Elena. " She also offered, following with a stern look at Carlos for using her full name.
" Dis is Chris...."
" Buenos d-dia...dias, Elena. " He stammered out, shakily offering a handshake, which Elena took. Jill noticed the stammering. " Como estas? " He added, wracking his brain, trying to remember the small bits of spanish he learned from high school.
" Ah, muy bien, Chris. Agradable satisfacerle! (2) "
Chris merely nodded, smiling. He had no idea what she had just said.
" And dis, dis is Rebecca. "
" Ah, si!, " Elena began, " Carlos has tell me lots of you. "
" Oh.." Beccy started, surprised. Chris glanced over and realised that her cheeks had rapidly begun to transform cherry red. " Has...has he? "
" Si! He tell me dat- "
" Heh heh! " Carlos immediately took his mother's second cousin's best friend's hand and immediately led her away towards her waiting automobile, eager to change the subject and keep his secrets between Elena and himself. " So where are you going? " He asked her.
" Voy a Vancouver (3), Carlos. Cuidado de la toma de la casa. (4)"
" Si, senora. Tenga un buen viaje. (5)"
" Si! Adios, Carlos' amigos! "
The young woman waved a goodbye, then removed the keys from the small bag she was carrying and used them to open the Mercedes Benz she was standing beside. She stepped in.
" Adios! "
Promptly the young woman hopped in, started the car, pulled out of the driveway and began on her destination, apparently trusting Carlos and five other men and women she barely knew to take care of her house for a week.
" De house is ours, dudes! " Carlos proclaimed.
The team began to unload their belongings from the trunk of Chris' Pathfinder, while Leon and Claire began to unload from Leon's convertible. Jill caught a hold of Chris' arm, which was presently engaged in removing the ever-present blue and white umbrella from the top of the heap in the back of the Pathfinder.
" I saw the way you looked at her. " She said, with a somewhat small yet noticable frown on her lips, as she reached into the back seat to get her shoulderbag, along with some other miscellaneous items she had bought during an "essential shopping" excursion.
" And? "
" How come you never speak spanish for me? "
" Umm...'cuz you're not spanish? "
Jill punched him a hard one in the kidneys.
" Oww! God! Why do you feel this need to keep hurting me in some way? " Chris answered, sarcastically, rubbing the spot Jill had punched. It didn't hurt, but he still wanted to put up an act and make like it did.
" Because it reduces my stress level. "
" Is this the entire basis of our relationship? I'm your punching bag slash stress squeze ball? "
" Pretty much. Until we break up, that is. "
" Whoa, who says we're breaking up? " He took Jill by the arm and drew her close, his expression suddenly morphing into a meaningful smile. " You know you're all that's in my mind right now. "
" I know..." She admitted, giving Chris a light kiss on the cheek. Her smile returned as well, much to Chris' relief.
" Now unload this while I go after Elena, she can't have gotten far. "
Jill punched him again.
***
" I call this room! "
...Claire declared. Much to the chagrin of the rest of the team, she had chosen the room with the best view overlooking the beach and the ocean in front of the house. She dropped her bags, immediately dashed to the room and took a look around, then fell into the bed, apparently ready to take a nap.
" Whoa! It's like a fucking mansion! " She commented, stating what seemed to be obvious. Beccy, intruiged, as they all were, by the house, laid her bags to rest and followed her into the room.
" Whoa...for once, Claire, I agree. "
" How many rooms does this thing have, Carlos? " Leon asked, who was, like the rest of the team, marvelling at the sheer size and beauty of the house. Hardwood floors and simple yet elegant furniture graced the living room in which he, Chris, Carlos, and Jill now stood.
" Three bedrooms, a guest room, two washrooms, a kitchen, a dining room, two living rooms, a rec room, and a library. " Carlos replied. He evidently had been here before, as he casually moved into the kitchen that was attatched to the living room and poured himself a glass of water, as if he had lived in the house his entire life.
" I call another bedroom! " Beccy declared, emerging from Claire's room to pick up her bags. She dashed up the nearby stairs to the second floor to find a room of her own in which to spend the next week.
" Me too! " Leon followed, dashing off and taking the bedroom next to Claire's.
" Looks like I have the last bedroom, amigos. " Carlos picked up his bags and umbrella, and began up the stairs to where Rebecca had already chosen the last remaining bedroom.
" Hey! What about us!? " Jill questioned, " Me and Chris? "
" Oh..." Carlos said under his breath. Obviously the math hadn't yet added up with Carlos, how he had invited five friends with only three beds between them. " Well...you can, you can use de couch. " He continued to walk up the stairs to the second floor.
" Hey, you stop right there, mister. " Jill scolded, while Chris shied away and sat down on the leather couch in the living room they were presently standing in. Jill was using language his mother used. He shuddered at the thought of comparing Jill and his mother, then shoved the potentially frightening thought out of his head and opened his backpack, then pulled out the issue of PSM he had purchased at a mall the girls had so insisted in stopping at. It would be a while before the matter was resolved, he knew. He had seen Jill and Carlos go at it before.
' Nice...Can't wait for Metal Gear 2 to come out....'
" I didn't come all this way to sleep in a goddamn couch, Carlos. "
" Well, maybe you should be grateful dere's a house here in de first place. "
" Look, find me a bed to sleep on, alright? Before I tear you a new- "
" If it pains you dat much you can sleep beside me tonight. "
" I'd rather sleep with a goddamn Tyrant, jackass. "
" Quiet, Jill. Besides, when you finish sixty-nining Chris you fall asleep fast. "
Jill kicked him in the shins.
" Oww! Why you need to be hurting males every couple of seconds? Dis is gonna be a painful relationship fer you, Chris. "
Chris absently gave him a thumbs up, his eyes not once leaving his magazine. He was reading through a review of The Bouncer for his Playstation 2.
" Look, I'm sleeping on that couch, but only for today, you hear? " Jill stated.
" Don worry! By tomorrow night Leon be screwing Claire so hard..you can use his room, he'll share Claire's. " Carlos suggested.
" Alright...just for tonight. " Jill finally agreed, slumping her shoulders.
She moved to where Chris was reading and flopped down next to him, after dropping her bags and removing her shoes. She took a pillow from the couch, placed it on Chris' lap and placed her head on it, lying down on the couch, resting tired legs on the soft cushons. She closed her eyes, exhausted, as they all were, from the grueling trip. Chris smiled at her and stroked her hair softly, lulling her to sleep, dropping the magazine for a second to bend and kiss her softly on her forehead. She smiled appreciatively, looking with thoughtful eyes up at Chris, who began to speak.
" Have a good nap. "
" You too. You should catch some sleep, you're probably the most tired, driving us all the way up here without any breaks. "
" Yeah...I probably will, once I get sleepy enough. "
" Good afternoon, Chris. "
" Good afternoon to you too. You want me to sing a lullaby? "
" I would, but I'm afraid of you waking up the rest of the guys. "
Chris smirked, but it turned to a smile when Jill smiled up at him.
' That smile can melt diamonds. '
" I don't want dat couch all sticky and wet tomorrow, eh? " Carlos added. The couple turned to see Carlos, holding the cup of water he had produced from the kitchen, taking a sip. " Go on, Gawd, dis is better dan Days of Our Lives! "
Chris and Jill both bolted up to cause some bodily harm to Carlos in some way, but their " friend " had already darted up the stairs to the second floor and into his chosen bedroom, eluding their grasp.
The couple returned to the couch. Within seconds the entire team was asleep, taking naps, snoring softly.
***
Like they had for everyday of his life, Chris Redfield's eyes slowly opened as he awoke from a restful nap. He absently moved a hand up to rub his eyes, then stretched his arms, reaching for the ceiling. He was about to stretch his legs, but couldn't.
' Oh my God...I can't feel my legs...'
Chris glanced down to find Jill still asleep on her back, her head resting on the pillow she had placed on his lap, her chocolate hair cascading down her head like water fell down a waterfall. She snored softly, her chest rising and falling just as softly as lungs took in air, then let them out, repeating the process over and over as she had for every couple of seconds of her twenty five years.
Chris smiled.
He pondered how in the space of a mere two days his life had been changed so drastically. There was a time, too long a time, when he thought Umbrella and it's requirements would take away his chances for having a time such as this. Now, things seemed to look up for the young man. The furure looked bright. Jill Valentine was officially in love with him, his friends and himself were healthy and happy, and he had managed to get his hands on an elusive Playstation 2.
' Life is good...especially the Playstation 2...'
Jill began to stir under him. Eyes flashed open and closed just as rapidly, as her eyes began to adjust light and to the surroundings around her. She moved a hand up to her face and rubbed her closed eyelids and looked up to see Chris looking straight at her, the corners of his mouth raised in the smile that had dominated her thoughts for the last couple of days, and, she realised, for the last couple of years.
" Hmm...hey, love. "
" Hey. Awake? "
Jill regarded him silently, his question going in one ear and out the other. She admired the curves of his face, his thoughtful eyes, nose, his hair, and that smile that had so entranced her.
" Jill? "
" Hmm? "
" You've been staring at me for like, the last ten seconds, you okay? "
" Oh, yeah...how do I know you haven't been staring at me the entire time I was asleep? "
" I wasn't, I was asleep for like five minutes, but the rest, yeah, I was staring at you. "
Jill smiled.
" Hmm...you're so sweet. "
" I know. I'm humble, too. "
' Funny, Sweet, and Caring....Crazysexycool. '
" Crazysexycool..." she mumbled softly to herself, her brain not registering that her mouth had actually said the words out loud.
" 'Scuse me? "
" Hmm? "
" You just said something. "
" What? Oh..oh my God, I said that out loud?? " She blushed, suddenly aware of her slip up, " It was nothing. "
" Okay...I can't feel my legs, Jill. "
" Oh, sorry! " she said, suddenly aware that she had been lying on Chris' lap for god knows how many hours. She sat up on the couch next to him, taking his hand into hers, and, for the first time in her life, she examined his hand. His knuckles, his fingers, his nails. This was a hand that had saved innumerable lives, herself included. A hand that had seen more destruction and decay than many people would ever see. She would do her best to see that it also saw prosperity and love.
Jill took his hand in both of hers, her soft fingers giving him a soft massage. She did so for awhile, until Chris took his free hand and placed it on her chin, drawing her face to his for a kiss. Jill let go of his hand and drew both her hands around his neck softly, Chris taking his hand and putting them around her slim waist, caressing the bare, creamy skin of her stomach and her back, again thanking Jill through his thoughts for wearing a short top in the first place. He cherished every moment, enjoying the warmth of her body and her chest pressed against his.
They both relaxed into the kiss, as their lips interlocked. Jill, as always, took initiative, and slowly slid her tounge unto Chris', inviting his out to play. Chris, not one to refuse such an offer, accepted and did likewise.
They continued the kiss, making out akin to a couple of seventeen year olds in the back of a movie theatre. Finally they broke the kiss, and sat there, merely looking deep into each other's eyes, as if conveying emotions inexpressable by the English language. Jill softly placed her head on Chris' chest, and he leaned back, so they were both leaning on the soft leather of the couch, with her in his arms. He stroked her hair, her head just underneath his chin, each enjoying the warmth that the other's body brought. Chris couldn't help but feel uncomfortable, but it wasn't because he didn't want Jill in his arms or because he was holding her in an uncomfortable way...
He broke the silence. He was too uncomfortable, and Jill had to know how he felt.
" I'm hungry. "
...He said, admitting the obvious, at least to himself. He hadn't eaten since Carlos' last craving for McChickens had come to the surface, and even then he wasn't completely filled. Jill giggled softly, expecting him to say something of a more sexual nature, but instead he remained honest and admitted that his stomach was getting the better of him. Honesty is hard to find in a man, she noted.
" So it is true that the way to a man's heart is though his stomach, huh? " She said, her arms still wrapped around his neck, his likewise around her waist.
" Yeah, I guess. "
" Fine, " she said, as she disengaged herself from his arms, " I'll go make you a sandwich, least I could do for letting me use you for a pillow again. Which you're pretty good at, I must say. "
" Love you. " Chris admitted, half because he meant it, and half in thanks for her getting up to make him a snack.
" Love you too. " Jill said, drawing him close for a short kiss. She stood up, and began towards the kitchen to fix him the sandwich.
Author's Note:
(1) - Are these your friends?
(2)- Nice to meet you!
(3)- Where I live!
(4)- Take care of the house.
(5)- Have a nice trip!
' - indicates a character's thoughts, double quotes indicates what a character says.
Well there is Chapter Seven, I got that out faster than I thought I would. Please read and review! For those of you speculating that the "mansion" will end up a secret Umbrella facility and Elena is actually working for Umbrella, sorry, but that won't happen. Too cliche for me! Anyways, look towards the next chapter in a week or so! Same Fan-Site, Same Fan-Time, Same Fan-Author!
AND THE QUOTES OF THE DAY ARE:
Failure is merely an opportunity to start all over again with more experience.
-Rob LeBlanc
When one person dies, it is a tradegy.
When a million people die, it is a statistic.
-Joseph Stalin
It takes:
A second to get a crush on someone,
A minute to be intruduced to someone,
An hour to get to know someone,
A month to befriend someone,
A year to truly love someone,
An eternity to forget about someone.
-May Dela Cruz
-chapter seven
I will never find another lover,
Sweeter than you, sweeter than you,
And I will never find another lover,
More precious than you, more precious than you,
Girl you are...the only one, my everything
And for you this song I sing
All my life,
I pray for someone like you,
And I thank God,
That I finally find you,
All my life,
I pray for someone like you,
And I hope that you,
Feel the same way too...
-K-ci and JoJo, "All My Life"
"There she is, amigos! De mansion on de beach itself! "
A wrong turn, uncountable washroom stops, a "desperate" craving for McChickens on the part of Leon and Carlos, even more "rest" stops, some "essential shopping" on the part of the girls at assorted malls along the way, and eight hours since their departure brought the six road-trippers to the cabin. It was supposed to be a two hour trip.
Now the team was exhausted, but still they found the strength to stumble out of the two cars and look upon the house.
At least half the S.T.A.R.S. members expected a dilapitated old shack, but were pleasantly surprised at the very beautiful and very posh chateau in front of them. Tall fir trees and a view overlooking the calm blue ocean, with wide windows and an overall mansion-like appearance were some of the welcoming characteristics of the two storey house. It was nestled in between equally expensive houses, and, much to the relief of Leon, a McDonalds was not more than two blocks away down the coastline.
" Sweet merciful bejeezus, Carlos. How the hell can someone related to you possibly afford something like this??? "
...Leon commented. He was rewarded for his comment with a sharp jab to the ribs. " She ain't related to me, my friend.
" Dis is de abode of one Elena Dela Cruz, a fairly wealthy and very successful medical scientist who jus' happens, " Carlos said, after a glance at the waiting team, " who just happens to be my mother's second cousin's best friend, meaning dat she ain't related to me. And here she comes now! "
" Sweet merciful Je-" Leon began, as he felt his jaw become roughly equal to his belt. He couldn't finish when Claire stomped down hard on his foot.
" It's wrong to use God's name in vain. " She retorted, although they both knew that she didn't want him gawking at other woman who had just appeared in front of them.
A very slim woman of about twenty five, whom the team assumed to be one Elena Dela Cruz, stepped out of the doorway to the mansion that was her house. Dressed in a pink buisness suit and a miniskirt that had a rather long and wide slit up it's side, and a pink sombrero that had, yes, a pink feather along the side. On any other woman the attire would have been completely distasteful, but for some bizarre reason the outfit not only matched her, but made her more beautiful.
She walked over to Carlos and greeted him, kissing him on both cheeks before giving him a friendly hug.
" Aye, Carlos! Como estas? Son estos sus amigos? (1)" She spoke with a fairly noticable accent, perhaps indicating that she had just recently come to the country.
" Si, senora, " He took her hand and slowly guided her to where the rest of the team had lined up in front of the house, " Dis is Leon Kennedy..."
" Ho...Ho....Hola, Elena. " Leon managed to get out past his mouth.
" Dis is Claire..."
" Hello, Elena. " She said, offering up that trademark smile along with it.
" Dis is Jillian...."
" Buenos dias, Elena. " She also offered, following with a stern look at Carlos for using her full name.
" Dis is Chris...."
" Buenos d-dia...dias, Elena. " He stammered out, shakily offering a handshake, which Elena took. Jill noticed the stammering. " Como estas? " He added, wracking his brain, trying to remember the small bits of spanish he learned from high school.
" Ah, muy bien, Chris. Agradable satisfacerle! (2) "
Chris merely nodded, smiling. He had no idea what she had just said.
" And dis, dis is Rebecca. "
" Ah, si!, " Elena began, " Carlos has tell me lots of you. "
" Oh.." Beccy started, surprised. Chris glanced over and realised that her cheeks had rapidly begun to transform cherry red. " Has...has he? "
" Si! He tell me dat- "
" Heh heh! " Carlos immediately took his mother's second cousin's best friend's hand and immediately led her away towards her waiting automobile, eager to change the subject and keep his secrets between Elena and himself. " So where are you going? " He asked her.
" Voy a Vancouver (3), Carlos. Cuidado de la toma de la casa. (4)"
" Si, senora. Tenga un buen viaje. (5)"
" Si! Adios, Carlos' amigos! "
The young woman waved a goodbye, then removed the keys from the small bag she was carrying and used them to open the Mercedes Benz she was standing beside. She stepped in.
" Adios! "
Promptly the young woman hopped in, started the car, pulled out of the driveway and began on her destination, apparently trusting Carlos and five other men and women she barely knew to take care of her house for a week.
" De house is ours, dudes! " Carlos proclaimed.
The team began to unload their belongings from the trunk of Chris' Pathfinder, while Leon and Claire began to unload from Leon's convertible. Jill caught a hold of Chris' arm, which was presently engaged in removing the ever-present blue and white umbrella from the top of the heap in the back of the Pathfinder.
" I saw the way you looked at her. " She said, with a somewhat small yet noticable frown on her lips, as she reached into the back seat to get her shoulderbag, along with some other miscellaneous items she had bought during an "essential shopping" excursion.
" And? "
" How come you never speak spanish for me? "
" Umm...'cuz you're not spanish? "
Jill punched him a hard one in the kidneys.
" Oww! God! Why do you feel this need to keep hurting me in some way? " Chris answered, sarcastically, rubbing the spot Jill had punched. It didn't hurt, but he still wanted to put up an act and make like it did.
" Because it reduces my stress level. "
" Is this the entire basis of our relationship? I'm your punching bag slash stress squeze ball? "
" Pretty much. Until we break up, that is. "
" Whoa, who says we're breaking up? " He took Jill by the arm and drew her close, his expression suddenly morphing into a meaningful smile. " You know you're all that's in my mind right now. "
" I know..." She admitted, giving Chris a light kiss on the cheek. Her smile returned as well, much to Chris' relief.
" Now unload this while I go after Elena, she can't have gotten far. "
Jill punched him again.
***
" I call this room! "
...Claire declared. Much to the chagrin of the rest of the team, she had chosen the room with the best view overlooking the beach and the ocean in front of the house. She dropped her bags, immediately dashed to the room and took a look around, then fell into the bed, apparently ready to take a nap.
" Whoa! It's like a fucking mansion! " She commented, stating what seemed to be obvious. Beccy, intruiged, as they all were, by the house, laid her bags to rest and followed her into the room.
" Whoa...for once, Claire, I agree. "
" How many rooms does this thing have, Carlos? " Leon asked, who was, like the rest of the team, marvelling at the sheer size and beauty of the house. Hardwood floors and simple yet elegant furniture graced the living room in which he, Chris, Carlos, and Jill now stood.
" Three bedrooms, a guest room, two washrooms, a kitchen, a dining room, two living rooms, a rec room, and a library. " Carlos replied. He evidently had been here before, as he casually moved into the kitchen that was attatched to the living room and poured himself a glass of water, as if he had lived in the house his entire life.
" I call another bedroom! " Beccy declared, emerging from Claire's room to pick up her bags. She dashed up the nearby stairs to the second floor to find a room of her own in which to spend the next week.
" Me too! " Leon followed, dashing off and taking the bedroom next to Claire's.
" Looks like I have the last bedroom, amigos. " Carlos picked up his bags and umbrella, and began up the stairs to where Rebecca had already chosen the last remaining bedroom.
" Hey! What about us!? " Jill questioned, " Me and Chris? "
" Oh..." Carlos said under his breath. Obviously the math hadn't yet added up with Carlos, how he had invited five friends with only three beds between them. " Well...you can, you can use de couch. " He continued to walk up the stairs to the second floor.
" Hey, you stop right there, mister. " Jill scolded, while Chris shied away and sat down on the leather couch in the living room they were presently standing in. Jill was using language his mother used. He shuddered at the thought of comparing Jill and his mother, then shoved the potentially frightening thought out of his head and opened his backpack, then pulled out the issue of PSM he had purchased at a mall the girls had so insisted in stopping at. It would be a while before the matter was resolved, he knew. He had seen Jill and Carlos go at it before.
' Nice...Can't wait for Metal Gear 2 to come out....'
" I didn't come all this way to sleep in a goddamn couch, Carlos. "
" Well, maybe you should be grateful dere's a house here in de first place. "
" Look, find me a bed to sleep on, alright? Before I tear you a new- "
" If it pains you dat much you can sleep beside me tonight. "
" I'd rather sleep with a goddamn Tyrant, jackass. "
" Quiet, Jill. Besides, when you finish sixty-nining Chris you fall asleep fast. "
Jill kicked him in the shins.
" Oww! Why you need to be hurting males every couple of seconds? Dis is gonna be a painful relationship fer you, Chris. "
Chris absently gave him a thumbs up, his eyes not once leaving his magazine. He was reading through a review of The Bouncer for his Playstation 2.
" Look, I'm sleeping on that couch, but only for today, you hear? " Jill stated.
" Don worry! By tomorrow night Leon be screwing Claire so hard..you can use his room, he'll share Claire's. " Carlos suggested.
" Alright...just for tonight. " Jill finally agreed, slumping her shoulders.
She moved to where Chris was reading and flopped down next to him, after dropping her bags and removing her shoes. She took a pillow from the couch, placed it on Chris' lap and placed her head on it, lying down on the couch, resting tired legs on the soft cushons. She closed her eyes, exhausted, as they all were, from the grueling trip. Chris smiled at her and stroked her hair softly, lulling her to sleep, dropping the magazine for a second to bend and kiss her softly on her forehead. She smiled appreciatively, looking with thoughtful eyes up at Chris, who began to speak.
" Have a good nap. "
" You too. You should catch some sleep, you're probably the most tired, driving us all the way up here without any breaks. "
" Yeah...I probably will, once I get sleepy enough. "
" Good afternoon, Chris. "
" Good afternoon to you too. You want me to sing a lullaby? "
" I would, but I'm afraid of you waking up the rest of the guys. "
Chris smirked, but it turned to a smile when Jill smiled up at him.
' That smile can melt diamonds. '
" I don't want dat couch all sticky and wet tomorrow, eh? " Carlos added. The couple turned to see Carlos, holding the cup of water he had produced from the kitchen, taking a sip. " Go on, Gawd, dis is better dan Days of Our Lives! "
Chris and Jill both bolted up to cause some bodily harm to Carlos in some way, but their " friend " had already darted up the stairs to the second floor and into his chosen bedroom, eluding their grasp.
The couple returned to the couch. Within seconds the entire team was asleep, taking naps, snoring softly.
***
Like they had for everyday of his life, Chris Redfield's eyes slowly opened as he awoke from a restful nap. He absently moved a hand up to rub his eyes, then stretched his arms, reaching for the ceiling. He was about to stretch his legs, but couldn't.
' Oh my God...I can't feel my legs...'
Chris glanced down to find Jill still asleep on her back, her head resting on the pillow she had placed on his lap, her chocolate hair cascading down her head like water fell down a waterfall. She snored softly, her chest rising and falling just as softly as lungs took in air, then let them out, repeating the process over and over as she had for every couple of seconds of her twenty five years.
Chris smiled.
He pondered how in the space of a mere two days his life had been changed so drastically. There was a time, too long a time, when he thought Umbrella and it's requirements would take away his chances for having a time such as this. Now, things seemed to look up for the young man. The furure looked bright. Jill Valentine was officially in love with him, his friends and himself were healthy and happy, and he had managed to get his hands on an elusive Playstation 2.
' Life is good...especially the Playstation 2...'
Jill began to stir under him. Eyes flashed open and closed just as rapidly, as her eyes began to adjust light and to the surroundings around her. She moved a hand up to her face and rubbed her closed eyelids and looked up to see Chris looking straight at her, the corners of his mouth raised in the smile that had dominated her thoughts for the last couple of days, and, she realised, for the last couple of years.
" Hmm...hey, love. "
" Hey. Awake? "
Jill regarded him silently, his question going in one ear and out the other. She admired the curves of his face, his thoughtful eyes, nose, his hair, and that smile that had so entranced her.
" Jill? "
" Hmm? "
" You've been staring at me for like, the last ten seconds, you okay? "
" Oh, yeah...how do I know you haven't been staring at me the entire time I was asleep? "
" I wasn't, I was asleep for like five minutes, but the rest, yeah, I was staring at you. "
Jill smiled.
" Hmm...you're so sweet. "
" I know. I'm humble, too. "
' Funny, Sweet, and Caring....Crazysexycool. '
" Crazysexycool..." she mumbled softly to herself, her brain not registering that her mouth had actually said the words out loud.
" 'Scuse me? "
" Hmm? "
" You just said something. "
" What? Oh..oh my God, I said that out loud?? " She blushed, suddenly aware of her slip up, " It was nothing. "
" Okay...I can't feel my legs, Jill. "
" Oh, sorry! " she said, suddenly aware that she had been lying on Chris' lap for god knows how many hours. She sat up on the couch next to him, taking his hand into hers, and, for the first time in her life, she examined his hand. His knuckles, his fingers, his nails. This was a hand that had saved innumerable lives, herself included. A hand that had seen more destruction and decay than many people would ever see. She would do her best to see that it also saw prosperity and love.
Jill took his hand in both of hers, her soft fingers giving him a soft massage. She did so for awhile, until Chris took his free hand and placed it on her chin, drawing her face to his for a kiss. Jill let go of his hand and drew both her hands around his neck softly, Chris taking his hand and putting them around her slim waist, caressing the bare, creamy skin of her stomach and her back, again thanking Jill through his thoughts for wearing a short top in the first place. He cherished every moment, enjoying the warmth of her body and her chest pressed against his.
They both relaxed into the kiss, as their lips interlocked. Jill, as always, took initiative, and slowly slid her tounge unto Chris', inviting his out to play. Chris, not one to refuse such an offer, accepted and did likewise.
They continued the kiss, making out akin to a couple of seventeen year olds in the back of a movie theatre. Finally they broke the kiss, and sat there, merely looking deep into each other's eyes, as if conveying emotions inexpressable by the English language. Jill softly placed her head on Chris' chest, and he leaned back, so they were both leaning on the soft leather of the couch, with her in his arms. He stroked her hair, her head just underneath his chin, each enjoying the warmth that the other's body brought. Chris couldn't help but feel uncomfortable, but it wasn't because he didn't want Jill in his arms or because he was holding her in an uncomfortable way...
He broke the silence. He was too uncomfortable, and Jill had to know how he felt.
" I'm hungry. "
...He said, admitting the obvious, at least to himself. He hadn't eaten since Carlos' last craving for McChickens had come to the surface, and even then he wasn't completely filled. Jill giggled softly, expecting him to say something of a more sexual nature, but instead he remained honest and admitted that his stomach was getting the better of him. Honesty is hard to find in a man, she noted.
" So it is true that the way to a man's heart is though his stomach, huh? " She said, her arms still wrapped around his neck, his likewise around her waist.
" Yeah, I guess. "
" Fine, " she said, as she disengaged herself from his arms, " I'll go make you a sandwich, least I could do for letting me use you for a pillow again. Which you're pretty good at, I must say. "
" Love you. " Chris admitted, half because he meant it, and half in thanks for her getting up to make him a snack.
" Love you too. " Jill said, drawing him close for a short kiss. She stood up, and began towards the kitchen to fix him the sandwich.
Author's Note:
(1) - Are these your friends?
(2)- Nice to meet you!
(3)- Where I live!
(4)- Take care of the house.
(5)- Have a nice trip!
' - indicates a character's thoughts, double quotes indicates what a character says.
Well there is Chapter Seven, I got that out faster than I thought I would. Please read and review! For those of you speculating that the "mansion" will end up a secret Umbrella facility and Elena is actually working for Umbrella, sorry, but that won't happen. Too cliche for me! Anyways, look towards the next chapter in a week or so! Same Fan-Site, Same Fan-Time, Same Fan-Author!
AND THE QUOTES OF THE DAY ARE:
Failure is merely an opportunity to start all over again with more experience.
-Rob LeBlanc
When one person dies, it is a tradegy.
When a million people die, it is a statistic.
-Joseph Stalin
It takes:
A second to get a crush on someone,
A minute to be intruduced to someone,
An hour to get to know someone,
A month to befriend someone,
A year to truly love someone,
An eternity to forget about someone.
-May Dela Cruz