Forever
-chapter nine
Can't believe, you wanna leave, me so cold,
All I really, wanted was, to be with you,
I can't imagine, ever living life without you,
I'd do anything for you..
Cuz I'm all turned out, I don't know what to do,
I feel so down and out,
Won't somebody tell me, anybody tell me,
What love is all about,
Girl you're driving me crazy,
Can't you see baby,
You can't leave me alone,
I'd do anything for you,
Anything for you...
~112, "Anything"
" Jill! Where are you!? What's wrong!? "
...Chris called, upon opening the wide doors to Elena's house. Upon seeing that the living room didn't have his girlfriend in it, he rushed up the stairs to check the rooms there, after dropping his now unimportant laptop on the couch.
Chris was shocked at the recent turn of events. He vividly recalled every detail; Jill's eyelashes fluttering up and down, trying in vain to keep in the tear that was on the very brim of her eyelid. Then, that single, solitary tear fall from her eye, and cascade down her cheek until finally she quickly wiped it away...
...and all because of whatever it was that was on her evaluation.
Chris refused to believe it. Whatever it was that was written about her, he knew Jill would have taken it positively. She had taken negative comments about combat decisions before, but she had always reacted to them with a smile and the promise to try to improve upon her shortcomings. And, for the most part, she did do her best to improve herself. Whatever it was that was written about her must have been some harsh words in order to drive someone such as Jill to tears.
Thoughts about what those words might have been crossed Chris' mind as he reached the top of the stairs. Again he called for her.
" Jill! Where are you? What's wrong? "
He took a quick look inside Carlos' room, then Beccy's. No Jill, leaving only one room she could be in; the study.
Chris moved towards the heavy wooden door to the study, his wracking his mind on what he might see or how Jill might have reacted to the report. He reached the door, and nervous hands reached the doorknob, then gave it a twist and opened the door.
Jill stood on the far side of the room, her slender frame silhouetted against the now almost fully fallen sun. The floor to ceiling windows gave a panoramic view of the beach, giving a backdrop to the saddened woman. The bright orange of the dying sunlight framed her body perfectly, like natural art, as Chris had noted before. Her arms where wrapped around her body, protectively, as though she felt cold from an unseen breeze. Chris couldn't see her eyes, but he knew that he almost didn't want to. He cleared his throat softly and began to speak.
" Jill?...What's wrong? "
No reaction. Still Jill's body remained motionless, her attention fixed on some faraway object on the beach. Tense seconds passed. Only the soft crash of the ocean waves against the yielding sand broke the silence between them.
" Jill...tell me what's wrong. " he said.
A movement, then a sound that sounded very much like a whimper. Jill turned around, so she was facing Chris. The young man was shocked to see that her eyes were red with tears, and she clutched a wrinkled tissue in one hand. Once more, in that split second, Chris' mind suddenly realised every detail of her face. Her reddened, saddened eyes, her cheeks, moistened with tears. Once more, it seemed as if some evil knight had thrust a sword deep into Chris' gut.
" Jill.... " he began. He was at a loss for words.
A tense silence, as the two regarded each other.
" What's wrong, Jill? "
A smile. It was a smile, but unlike many smiles hers had a sadness to it.
" N...Nothing's wrong, Chris..." her voice shook while she spoke the words, resembling something like that of a small child that had just fallen and scratched her knee, trying to keep her composure.
" You can't cry in front of me and tell me nothing's wrong. "
" It's nothing..really....I just...it's nothing. "
" Jill. Tell me what's wrong, you know I'll understand... "
Jill's wiped her eyes with the worn tissue, then regarded Chris as if she was seeing some peculiar new species of insect.
" Listen Chris, nothing's wrong, just go to sleep...please. "
" I can't go to sleep knowing that someone I care deeply about isn't happy. "
" Chris, I need time alone... I have to solve this for myself...I don't need you right now. "
" Jill, the least you can tell me is why you're so upset. What did the report say?"
Jill's face seemed ready to explode. It did.
" They said I was ' weak ' in combat situations! They said I was an ' unsure' decision maker! They said I was ' a quick casualty ' if I ever saw fucking combat again! They said I wasn't a vital part of the fucking team! THEY said I was a ' second-string at best S.T.A.R.S. member ' ! THEY SAID I was weak in electronics and forced entry techniques...those are my goddamn specialties, Chris!!"
Tears flowed freely now, as Jill made no attempt to hide them and her anger towards the evaluation she had been given.
" It was just an evaluation, Jill....It...it doesn't mean anything."
" My ass, Chris. Listen. I've seen my closest of friends be ripped apart and eaten alive in front of my very eyes! I've seen more death and more destruction in three five years than any of these people would ever see in their entire fucking lives! I've killed some seven foot stalker with a fucking railgun! And they have the fucking nerve to call me an 'inadequate soldier!!!???' "
Chris recoiled from the barrage Jill had just given him, then responded.
" Those evaluators...they're just...just nerds that were too weak to make it as real soldiers. You know what you should do? "
" Become a fucking performance evaluator!!?? "
Silence.
" No, Jill...you should- "
" Godammit Chris! I'm not some fucking five year old kid you need to look after every fucking second! I can take care of myself! Why do you need to fucking care about me so much!?"
Silence.
The sword that was currently lightly piercing Chris' gut was suddenly thrust into him to the hilt. Chris realised that this was the first time Jill had ever talked to him with a negative tone. He had known her and thoughts of her had dominated the past five years of his life, when he had dreamnt of when Jill might become his girlfriend. For as long a time as he could know he dreamed of when he could hold her hand, kiss her, and do the small things couples do. Now he had finally recieved all these things. She was openly in love with him.
And what came with it was the first time she had ever looked upon Chris in a negative way...and what hurt Chris the most was the fact that she had scolded him for caring about her...
Jill realised her mistake and wished she hadn't said those words the second she finished her sentence.
Several feet away Jill's heart was pounding so hard she would have sworn Chris could heart the heavy thumps. Several feet away, Jill's brain realised what Chris' realised as well. For as long as she had known everything was perfect between them. The closest of friends, and now, finally, the closest of lovers. And she might have possibly thrown it all away because of some reaction to some stupid report...
Tears flowing freely, Jill dropped the tissue, and ran to Chris, to those comforting arms she had come to love, burying her face into his chest. She held him tight, and was happy beyond imagination to see that he held her back, protective arms encircling her waist.
" I'm....so....sor...sorry, Chris...I didn't...mean..." she managed to get out, past the tears that had clouded her vision and perception of reality. For some reason she believed the last several years of hell were a dream, that any second now she would wake up and find herself in Raccoon City again, peaceful, happy Raccoon City, before the entire Umbrella Crusade began and changed her life, and the world, forever.
But she knew deep within herself, like many dreams, that she wished it wasn't a dream and she didn't want to go back to Raccoon. Returning to Raccoon, however, meant that she would have peace, she would never have to witness the horrors and evils that the Umbrella Corporation wrought on the Earth, and not have to bear the emotional and physical scars she had obtained as a result. She would have many of her comrades whom she lost with her again, and they would be able to live their lives to the fullest instead of losing them prematurely. Thousands of lives lost as a result of Umbrella would be re-instated, and she would go back to her 'normal,' peaceful life, before the great human tradegy known as the Umbrella Virus ever took place.
It felt selfish and sad, but she knew that going back to that time would mean that Chris would go back to just being her best friend, no longer her lover, and that alone made Jill wish this dream would never end.
She vaguely felt a Chris' hand begin to stroke her hair, and whisper a " It's okay," or an "I forgive you," in her ear. Only he existed, no one else, and she held him tighter, eyes shut, tears flowing freely...
***
It could have been seconds, minutes, hours, or days that Jill spent in Chris' arms. Her mind was too busy trying to calm down and control her emotions to care. They merely stood there, taking comfort in each other's warmth, Chris watching as the last rays of sunlight began their descent past the horizon and draw a conclusion to a very eventful day. Claire and the others hadn't returned yet, much to his relief. He didn't want anything to interrupt.
His eyes glanced down to find the top of Jill's head, still resting against his chest. He felt her heart beat steadily against his, and the warmth of her slender frame pressed against him. He had lost track of time, but it didn't matter; there was nothing else he would rather do than stay here, comforting Jill. After a while, he finally broke the silence.
" You still alive down there? " he asked, with a smile.
Jill looked up at him, returning the smile, with sad, tired eyes.
" I'm fine. Like I said, you're a good pillow. "
" Hmm. We should turn in, it's late. "
" Oh...sorry...I didn't notice...sorry to keep you up. "
" Don't worry about it...anything for you. "
" Thanks... "
Slowly the couple disengaged themselves from each other's arms, and Chris slowly led Jill to the entrance of the study. Jill still leant on him, her arms still tightly around his waist. She sniffed or rubbed her tired eyes every once in a while, trying to rid herself of the last of her tears.
Chris opened the heavy doors for her and together they stepped out into the hallway. Both of them could faintly hear soft snoring coming from Beccy's room. When had they arrived? Chris didn't notice...he was too wrapped up in the recent events to notice, and rightfully so. Several more steps and a more loud, deep snore could be heard, presumably that of Carlos in the next room.
Slowly, they reached the stairs. Step by step they descended, to find two sleeping forms; Claire had fallen on the couch, her legs strewn on the armrests. She had a peaceful, happy look on her face, her deep brown hair looking like a bale of hay, but nonetheless she retained that unmistakable girlish charm that summed up her personality.
Steps.
Both turned at the same time, to see Leon Kennedy emerge from the nearby kitchen, glass of water in hand. As usual, he looked uneat and disheveled, his shirt untucked and his hair resembling that of Claire's, but still had that ability to light a room up with a warm smile. He smiled a warm smile.
" Hey, I see you two got a helluva lot closer. "
" I see Claire's pretty asleep, wonder what you two did down here..." Jill answered, softly, partly because she didn't want Claire waking up. Leon couldn't answer, but a sly smile appeared on his face.
" Well, first I took off-"
Both Chris and Jill put fingers to their mouths. Leon had a need to explain everything.
Leon understood.
" Can we use your rooms? Seeing as you two'll be sleeping out here tonight."
" Here's the keys to my room, I doubt I'll be using it. "
Chris took them, then whispered a thanks.
" Take care of her, or you'll get it from me. " Chris declared.
Slowly the two began towards the general direction of the bedrooms, as Leon returned to the sofa to cuddle with Claire. Jill still had her arms around Chris' waist as they reached the cherry wood door to Leon's bedroom.
" Are you okay? " Chris asked, to the young woman he held in his arms.
" Sure...I'm fine. " Jill looked up from the comforting warmth of Chris' arms. She rubbed at her tired, reddened eyes with a back of a hand. Those eyes were tired, and moist with tears recently shed, yet still contained that ability to look straight through your very being, as if examining his soul.
" You need anything before we say goodnight? " he inquired.
Eyelids covered thos eyes that Chris adored, then Jill returned her head to Chris' shoulder. She seemed to be spending a lot of time there as of late.
Silence.
" I need you, Chris. Don't leave. Stay with me tonight. "
Several miliseconds passed before Chris could fully comprehend the fullness of the words Jill had just spoken. Jill could hardly believe that she had just said it as well. Emotions that the English language, or any language, for that matter, circled around his head. Likewise, Jill felt the same.
Chris couldn't answer with words, so he did it with a kiss.
He drew her deeper into his arms and kissed her, a deep, loving kiss. Jill lovingly returned it, drawing her arms around his neck and pressing her body against him. She slowly drew her tongue into his mouth, and Chris returned the favor.
The young man became more adventurous as he held her tighter, then drew his arms around her, caressing her bare back where Jill's shirt ended, as he did on the way to their current destination. He slowly drew the shirt up, revealing more and more skin to his crusading hands. Jill approved, moaning slightly into his kiss.
Quite suddenly, Jill drew away from Chris.
Suddenly Chris wondered if he had done something wrong, whether he was going too fast or moving to slow. However, a sly smile appeared on Jill's tired features, answering his question. Her face seemed tired, teary eyed, but still blindingly radiant, as it had been for as long as she had known Chris.
She moved her hand to the doorknob of Leon's room, and opened it, taking Chris by the hand and drawing him inside with her.
Once inside the two continued just where they had left off. Bodies pressed tightly against each other as they both expressed emotions they had kept inside for the longest time. Too long a time. Where as before Umbrella had dominated their lives, now they were free to truly live out their lives. Living out their lives included love.
Chris drew the edge of Jill's shirt up as far as he could, just under the full breasts that were pressed against him. Jill broke the kiss, looking straight into the eyes of the man she loved so much.
" Do you love me, Chris? "
" More than life itself. "
" Do you like my body? "
" You're the most beautiful girl I've ever met...but I love you more. "
Perfect answer.
Jill reached for the edges of her shirt and drew it over her body, then tossed it aside, to be forgotten for as long as the night lasted. Without further word she took Chris by the cheek and kissed him deeply, pressing herself as close to him as she could.
Chris' hands felt out the warm, creamy skin of her back, such a contrast to the rough, tough skin he possessed, until he reached the clasp of her bra.
" Take it off, Chris. "
Not a man to hesitate with things of this nature, Chris hurriedly began to undo the clasp. Chris had done things like this before, and he was eager to do it with someone he cared so much about.
He was surprised to see that it was sturdier than he expected. Tense seconds passed as he fumbled with it, unable to take it off. Seconds became a minute, as the young man tried in vain to complete the arduous yet somewhat pleasing task. This same man had faced horrors that would make any other man run for his life, and solved puzzles that would stymie even the greatest detective, and yet now, here he was, fumbling with some piece of clothing...
' Goddammit Chris, you've solved cryptic puzzles in some crazy mansion, blew up a zombie motherfucker with an anti-tank rocket, and now you have trouble with this? '
" Goddammit..." he whispered.
Both burst out in giggles.
Jill giggled especially loud in response to Chris' problems with her back.
" I like your laugh, it's cute. " she commented.
" Cute? "
" Yeah. It comes from a man who can't undo a clasp, but it's still cute."
Jill reached behind her, and undid what Chris had been struggling with with one deft motion. Sure, she had made love before, but never with anyone nearly as important to her as Christopher Redfield was. She slowly drew the strings that were holding the article of clothing to her shoulders down her arm, until finally the midnight-blue bra fell silently to the ground. Chris drew her into a kiss, her body drawing closer to him, his protective arms encircling her soft skin.
She would spend the night in those arms.
-Author's note
' - indicates a character's thoughts, double quotes indicates what a character says.
BUM BUM BUM! What did yall think? Was it going to fast? I tried my best to keep it as non-mushy as possible...please leave a review! Once again, I'm sorry that I didn't get this chapter out as soon as I would have liked, but there've been some pressing things that demanded my attention...
Please leave a review telling me if you want me to continue the story or not.
Much love!
And the quote of the day is:
" True friends are like diamonds, precious and rare;
False friends are like leaves, found everywhere..."
-Anonymous
-chapter nine
Can't believe, you wanna leave, me so cold,
All I really, wanted was, to be with you,
I can't imagine, ever living life without you,
I'd do anything for you..
Cuz I'm all turned out, I don't know what to do,
I feel so down and out,
Won't somebody tell me, anybody tell me,
What love is all about,
Girl you're driving me crazy,
Can't you see baby,
You can't leave me alone,
I'd do anything for you,
Anything for you...
~112, "Anything"
" Jill! Where are you!? What's wrong!? "
...Chris called, upon opening the wide doors to Elena's house. Upon seeing that the living room didn't have his girlfriend in it, he rushed up the stairs to check the rooms there, after dropping his now unimportant laptop on the couch.
Chris was shocked at the recent turn of events. He vividly recalled every detail; Jill's eyelashes fluttering up and down, trying in vain to keep in the tear that was on the very brim of her eyelid. Then, that single, solitary tear fall from her eye, and cascade down her cheek until finally she quickly wiped it away...
...and all because of whatever it was that was on her evaluation.
Chris refused to believe it. Whatever it was that was written about her, he knew Jill would have taken it positively. She had taken negative comments about combat decisions before, but she had always reacted to them with a smile and the promise to try to improve upon her shortcomings. And, for the most part, she did do her best to improve herself. Whatever it was that was written about her must have been some harsh words in order to drive someone such as Jill to tears.
Thoughts about what those words might have been crossed Chris' mind as he reached the top of the stairs. Again he called for her.
" Jill! Where are you? What's wrong? "
He took a quick look inside Carlos' room, then Beccy's. No Jill, leaving only one room she could be in; the study.
Chris moved towards the heavy wooden door to the study, his wracking his mind on what he might see or how Jill might have reacted to the report. He reached the door, and nervous hands reached the doorknob, then gave it a twist and opened the door.
Jill stood on the far side of the room, her slender frame silhouetted against the now almost fully fallen sun. The floor to ceiling windows gave a panoramic view of the beach, giving a backdrop to the saddened woman. The bright orange of the dying sunlight framed her body perfectly, like natural art, as Chris had noted before. Her arms where wrapped around her body, protectively, as though she felt cold from an unseen breeze. Chris couldn't see her eyes, but he knew that he almost didn't want to. He cleared his throat softly and began to speak.
" Jill?...What's wrong? "
No reaction. Still Jill's body remained motionless, her attention fixed on some faraway object on the beach. Tense seconds passed. Only the soft crash of the ocean waves against the yielding sand broke the silence between them.
" Jill...tell me what's wrong. " he said.
A movement, then a sound that sounded very much like a whimper. Jill turned around, so she was facing Chris. The young man was shocked to see that her eyes were red with tears, and she clutched a wrinkled tissue in one hand. Once more, in that split second, Chris' mind suddenly realised every detail of her face. Her reddened, saddened eyes, her cheeks, moistened with tears. Once more, it seemed as if some evil knight had thrust a sword deep into Chris' gut.
" Jill.... " he began. He was at a loss for words.
A tense silence, as the two regarded each other.
" What's wrong, Jill? "
A smile. It was a smile, but unlike many smiles hers had a sadness to it.
" N...Nothing's wrong, Chris..." her voice shook while she spoke the words, resembling something like that of a small child that had just fallen and scratched her knee, trying to keep her composure.
" You can't cry in front of me and tell me nothing's wrong. "
" It's nothing..really....I just...it's nothing. "
" Jill. Tell me what's wrong, you know I'll understand... "
Jill's wiped her eyes with the worn tissue, then regarded Chris as if she was seeing some peculiar new species of insect.
" Listen Chris, nothing's wrong, just go to sleep...please. "
" I can't go to sleep knowing that someone I care deeply about isn't happy. "
" Chris, I need time alone... I have to solve this for myself...I don't need you right now. "
" Jill, the least you can tell me is why you're so upset. What did the report say?"
Jill's face seemed ready to explode. It did.
" They said I was ' weak ' in combat situations! They said I was an ' unsure' decision maker! They said I was ' a quick casualty ' if I ever saw fucking combat again! They said I wasn't a vital part of the fucking team! THEY said I was a ' second-string at best S.T.A.R.S. member ' ! THEY SAID I was weak in electronics and forced entry techniques...those are my goddamn specialties, Chris!!"
Tears flowed freely now, as Jill made no attempt to hide them and her anger towards the evaluation she had been given.
" It was just an evaluation, Jill....It...it doesn't mean anything."
" My ass, Chris. Listen. I've seen my closest of friends be ripped apart and eaten alive in front of my very eyes! I've seen more death and more destruction in three five years than any of these people would ever see in their entire fucking lives! I've killed some seven foot stalker with a fucking railgun! And they have the fucking nerve to call me an 'inadequate soldier!!!???' "
Chris recoiled from the barrage Jill had just given him, then responded.
" Those evaluators...they're just...just nerds that were too weak to make it as real soldiers. You know what you should do? "
" Become a fucking performance evaluator!!?? "
Silence.
" No, Jill...you should- "
" Godammit Chris! I'm not some fucking five year old kid you need to look after every fucking second! I can take care of myself! Why do you need to fucking care about me so much!?"
Silence.
The sword that was currently lightly piercing Chris' gut was suddenly thrust into him to the hilt. Chris realised that this was the first time Jill had ever talked to him with a negative tone. He had known her and thoughts of her had dominated the past five years of his life, when he had dreamnt of when Jill might become his girlfriend. For as long a time as he could know he dreamed of when he could hold her hand, kiss her, and do the small things couples do. Now he had finally recieved all these things. She was openly in love with him.
And what came with it was the first time she had ever looked upon Chris in a negative way...and what hurt Chris the most was the fact that she had scolded him for caring about her...
Jill realised her mistake and wished she hadn't said those words the second she finished her sentence.
Several feet away Jill's heart was pounding so hard she would have sworn Chris could heart the heavy thumps. Several feet away, Jill's brain realised what Chris' realised as well. For as long as she had known everything was perfect between them. The closest of friends, and now, finally, the closest of lovers. And she might have possibly thrown it all away because of some reaction to some stupid report...
Tears flowing freely, Jill dropped the tissue, and ran to Chris, to those comforting arms she had come to love, burying her face into his chest. She held him tight, and was happy beyond imagination to see that he held her back, protective arms encircling her waist.
" I'm....so....sor...sorry, Chris...I didn't...mean..." she managed to get out, past the tears that had clouded her vision and perception of reality. For some reason she believed the last several years of hell were a dream, that any second now she would wake up and find herself in Raccoon City again, peaceful, happy Raccoon City, before the entire Umbrella Crusade began and changed her life, and the world, forever.
But she knew deep within herself, like many dreams, that she wished it wasn't a dream and she didn't want to go back to Raccoon. Returning to Raccoon, however, meant that she would have peace, she would never have to witness the horrors and evils that the Umbrella Corporation wrought on the Earth, and not have to bear the emotional and physical scars she had obtained as a result. She would have many of her comrades whom she lost with her again, and they would be able to live their lives to the fullest instead of losing them prematurely. Thousands of lives lost as a result of Umbrella would be re-instated, and she would go back to her 'normal,' peaceful life, before the great human tradegy known as the Umbrella Virus ever took place.
It felt selfish and sad, but she knew that going back to that time would mean that Chris would go back to just being her best friend, no longer her lover, and that alone made Jill wish this dream would never end.
She vaguely felt a Chris' hand begin to stroke her hair, and whisper a " It's okay," or an "I forgive you," in her ear. Only he existed, no one else, and she held him tighter, eyes shut, tears flowing freely...
***
It could have been seconds, minutes, hours, or days that Jill spent in Chris' arms. Her mind was too busy trying to calm down and control her emotions to care. They merely stood there, taking comfort in each other's warmth, Chris watching as the last rays of sunlight began their descent past the horizon and draw a conclusion to a very eventful day. Claire and the others hadn't returned yet, much to his relief. He didn't want anything to interrupt.
His eyes glanced down to find the top of Jill's head, still resting against his chest. He felt her heart beat steadily against his, and the warmth of her slender frame pressed against him. He had lost track of time, but it didn't matter; there was nothing else he would rather do than stay here, comforting Jill. After a while, he finally broke the silence.
" You still alive down there? " he asked, with a smile.
Jill looked up at him, returning the smile, with sad, tired eyes.
" I'm fine. Like I said, you're a good pillow. "
" Hmm. We should turn in, it's late. "
" Oh...sorry...I didn't notice...sorry to keep you up. "
" Don't worry about it...anything for you. "
" Thanks... "
Slowly the couple disengaged themselves from each other's arms, and Chris slowly led Jill to the entrance of the study. Jill still leant on him, her arms still tightly around his waist. She sniffed or rubbed her tired eyes every once in a while, trying to rid herself of the last of her tears.
Chris opened the heavy doors for her and together they stepped out into the hallway. Both of them could faintly hear soft snoring coming from Beccy's room. When had they arrived? Chris didn't notice...he was too wrapped up in the recent events to notice, and rightfully so. Several more steps and a more loud, deep snore could be heard, presumably that of Carlos in the next room.
Slowly, they reached the stairs. Step by step they descended, to find two sleeping forms; Claire had fallen on the couch, her legs strewn on the armrests. She had a peaceful, happy look on her face, her deep brown hair looking like a bale of hay, but nonetheless she retained that unmistakable girlish charm that summed up her personality.
Steps.
Both turned at the same time, to see Leon Kennedy emerge from the nearby kitchen, glass of water in hand. As usual, he looked uneat and disheveled, his shirt untucked and his hair resembling that of Claire's, but still had that ability to light a room up with a warm smile. He smiled a warm smile.
" Hey, I see you two got a helluva lot closer. "
" I see Claire's pretty asleep, wonder what you two did down here..." Jill answered, softly, partly because she didn't want Claire waking up. Leon couldn't answer, but a sly smile appeared on his face.
" Well, first I took off-"
Both Chris and Jill put fingers to their mouths. Leon had a need to explain everything.
Leon understood.
" Can we use your rooms? Seeing as you two'll be sleeping out here tonight."
" Here's the keys to my room, I doubt I'll be using it. "
Chris took them, then whispered a thanks.
" Take care of her, or you'll get it from me. " Chris declared.
Slowly the two began towards the general direction of the bedrooms, as Leon returned to the sofa to cuddle with Claire. Jill still had her arms around Chris' waist as they reached the cherry wood door to Leon's bedroom.
" Are you okay? " Chris asked, to the young woman he held in his arms.
" Sure...I'm fine. " Jill looked up from the comforting warmth of Chris' arms. She rubbed at her tired, reddened eyes with a back of a hand. Those eyes were tired, and moist with tears recently shed, yet still contained that ability to look straight through your very being, as if examining his soul.
" You need anything before we say goodnight? " he inquired.
Eyelids covered thos eyes that Chris adored, then Jill returned her head to Chris' shoulder. She seemed to be spending a lot of time there as of late.
Silence.
" I need you, Chris. Don't leave. Stay with me tonight. "
Several miliseconds passed before Chris could fully comprehend the fullness of the words Jill had just spoken. Jill could hardly believe that she had just said it as well. Emotions that the English language, or any language, for that matter, circled around his head. Likewise, Jill felt the same.
Chris couldn't answer with words, so he did it with a kiss.
He drew her deeper into his arms and kissed her, a deep, loving kiss. Jill lovingly returned it, drawing her arms around his neck and pressing her body against him. She slowly drew her tongue into his mouth, and Chris returned the favor.
The young man became more adventurous as he held her tighter, then drew his arms around her, caressing her bare back where Jill's shirt ended, as he did on the way to their current destination. He slowly drew the shirt up, revealing more and more skin to his crusading hands. Jill approved, moaning slightly into his kiss.
Quite suddenly, Jill drew away from Chris.
Suddenly Chris wondered if he had done something wrong, whether he was going too fast or moving to slow. However, a sly smile appeared on Jill's tired features, answering his question. Her face seemed tired, teary eyed, but still blindingly radiant, as it had been for as long as she had known Chris.
She moved her hand to the doorknob of Leon's room, and opened it, taking Chris by the hand and drawing him inside with her.
Once inside the two continued just where they had left off. Bodies pressed tightly against each other as they both expressed emotions they had kept inside for the longest time. Too long a time. Where as before Umbrella had dominated their lives, now they were free to truly live out their lives. Living out their lives included love.
Chris drew the edge of Jill's shirt up as far as he could, just under the full breasts that were pressed against him. Jill broke the kiss, looking straight into the eyes of the man she loved so much.
" Do you love me, Chris? "
" More than life itself. "
" Do you like my body? "
" You're the most beautiful girl I've ever met...but I love you more. "
Perfect answer.
Jill reached for the edges of her shirt and drew it over her body, then tossed it aside, to be forgotten for as long as the night lasted. Without further word she took Chris by the cheek and kissed him deeply, pressing herself as close to him as she could.
Chris' hands felt out the warm, creamy skin of her back, such a contrast to the rough, tough skin he possessed, until he reached the clasp of her bra.
" Take it off, Chris. "
Not a man to hesitate with things of this nature, Chris hurriedly began to undo the clasp. Chris had done things like this before, and he was eager to do it with someone he cared so much about.
He was surprised to see that it was sturdier than he expected. Tense seconds passed as he fumbled with it, unable to take it off. Seconds became a minute, as the young man tried in vain to complete the arduous yet somewhat pleasing task. This same man had faced horrors that would make any other man run for his life, and solved puzzles that would stymie even the greatest detective, and yet now, here he was, fumbling with some piece of clothing...
' Goddammit Chris, you've solved cryptic puzzles in some crazy mansion, blew up a zombie motherfucker with an anti-tank rocket, and now you have trouble with this? '
" Goddammit..." he whispered.
Both burst out in giggles.
Jill giggled especially loud in response to Chris' problems with her back.
" I like your laugh, it's cute. " she commented.
" Cute? "
" Yeah. It comes from a man who can't undo a clasp, but it's still cute."
Jill reached behind her, and undid what Chris had been struggling with with one deft motion. Sure, she had made love before, but never with anyone nearly as important to her as Christopher Redfield was. She slowly drew the strings that were holding the article of clothing to her shoulders down her arm, until finally the midnight-blue bra fell silently to the ground. Chris drew her into a kiss, her body drawing closer to him, his protective arms encircling her soft skin.
She would spend the night in those arms.
-Author's note
' - indicates a character's thoughts, double quotes indicates what a character says.
BUM BUM BUM! What did yall think? Was it going to fast? I tried my best to keep it as non-mushy as possible...please leave a review! Once again, I'm sorry that I didn't get this chapter out as soon as I would have liked, but there've been some pressing things that demanded my attention...
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And the quote of the day is:
" True friends are like diamonds, precious and rare;
False friends are like leaves, found everywhere..."
-Anonymous