Forever
-chapter ten
Quietly I watch you sleep,
Hopefully you won't hear what I say,
Wondering if I made the clouds happy,
The moment I tasted your rain,
Tonight was the night,
When I saw my first sight,
Of how pleasure feels over pain,
Now I know how I feel,
Don't ever want to let you go,
I just hope that you feel the same,
You shot your arrow,
Through my restless, shaking heart,
You came down on me slow,
Drew back your bow,
And my lady you shot,
Your arrow straight through my heart...
~Az Yet, " The Arrow "
Warmth.
It was all Jill Valentine felt, as she woke up slowly, her body readying itself for another day of life. For several seconds she lay there, hoping to drift back into the comforting, restful bliss of sleep.
Until her pillow moved, that is.
That didn't happen often to Jill Valentine. Cotton didn't move, didn't have a mind of it's own...
...Until she opened her eyes slightly, and found that her pillow wasn't really cotton, or cloth at all, but rather Chris Redfield's shoulder. She smiled to herself. If there was one thing Chris was good at, it was being a pillow. She had her arm around his waist, and a soft thigh around his leg.
She took a look around, moving her head as little as possible, not wanting to wake Chris from his slumber. A gaze at an alarm clock showed her it was 5:12, until she looked back on her lover.
She studied his face carefully, seeing him for the first time, it seemed. He had a contented, peaceful look to him this morning, that patented Redfield smile on his lips, his usually gelled up spiky hair messy and all over the place. He looked messy, yes, but still blindingly handsome to her, as he always had been. He looked tired, almost.
She smiled.
He had to be, after what they had done the night earlier, she thought. At the very thought of it she felt a warmth in her chest, and she snuggled closer to her living pillow, drawing the blanket they used over her shoulder. So warm, last night was, so warm, and hot, and sweaty....and...so pleasureable...
She looked around, at the friendly, warm confines of the bedroom, as she brushed away several stray bangs of chestnut hair. Several rays of golden light beamed in through an open window, as night began to flee, and yield to a new day. Outside, birds had emerged from the same, peaceful sleep Jill had enjoyed, and were already out, singing their praises to nature. She could hear the soft waves against the sandy beach. The entire scene looked, to Jill Valentine, at least, very much like heaven above.
It was heaven, she corrected herself, for she was certain there was her guardian angel sleeping peacefully next to her.
Chris. At any moment she expected him to sprout wings from his back and fly her away to some crazy fantasy world, where they'd only have each other..no job to worry about, no gossipy little sisters running about, no nightmares of Umbrella to haunt them everytime they closed their eyes.
Perhaps this was why she loved him so much, she realised. Without him, she wouldn't be alive, for he had saved her life more times than either of them could count, and in doing so forged a bond not even the horrors of the Umbrella Viruses could possibly break. Throughout the entire Umbrella episode he was the only constant in her life. Chris was there to lean on, to talk to, whether it be about a new handgun she had just found or the secret of life, he was always there to talk to in one way or another.
And the pinnacle of his being there was last night, when they finally committed themselves to each other and expressed emotions that couldn't possibly be expressed by even the greatest writer or the most esteemed poet. Love on every level; mentally, spiritually, physically. Oh yes, physically.
All the fears and sadness that stupid performance evaluation had brought the night before had practically disappeared. Her entire mind, it seemed, changed. What some balding middle-aged fat person named Bob who was unfit to be a soldier, as Chris explained to her, thought of her combat skills. She knew she was a good soldier. Her team thought she was a good soldier. And as long as she felt comfortable with herself, nothing else mattered.
' Fuck the performance evaluators. '
She closed her eyes, the memory of the previous night's events fresh in her mind, and within minutes she was asleep again.
Warmth.
* * *
Hungry.
With a small snore, Jill's eyes awoke again from the same, peaceful bliss of sleep, her stomach growling. She wondered how much time had passed until a gaze at the clock informed her that it was now 8:34. Chris was still asleep, snoring softly and slowly beside her, as she thought the rest of the team was. They were all heavy sleepers, she knew, and she doubted that they would be awake at this time in the morning. She herself woke up at the same time everyday, but following what she and Chris had done the night before she allowed herself some slack for waking up late.
With some regret, she carefully disengaged herself from the relative warmth of Chris and stood up in bed, the blanket still held against her chest. She rubbed her eyes, and stretched tired, weary arms, before yawning softly. Jill looked back at him, at his peaceful, contented look, and the warmth that she was leaving. For a second she considered going back to sleep beside him, but her stomach discouraged her.
Making as little noise as possible, she sweeped her legs over the side of the bed, so she sat on it's edge. Realising she wore nothing whatsoever underneath the blanket, she looked for her clothes...
...until she found Chris' dark blue Cowboys jersey on the floor next to her, the name 'Redfield' and '21' on it's back. Smiling to herself, she stood up and grabbed it, then put it on.
Jill took a look into the full length mirror next to the bed. It looked pretty nice on her, she noted, and it was long, only barely covering her half her thighs and leaving the rest of her legs bare. That didn't matter, she realised, since everyone would be asleep. She had seen her teammates sleep before; Leon, Carlos, and Claire would wake up at lunchtime, Beccy probably a couple of hours earlier. And the way Leon and Carlos slept, nothing short of a freight train running straight into Elena's beautiful mansion could wake them.
Confident, she slipped on the pair of panties she wore the night before. She bent over the bed to where Chris lay peacefully asleep, and brushed some stray spikes out of the way before kissing him lightly on the forehead. She regarded his handsome, peaceful face for several more seconds, before finally leaving the bedroom where her life had so changed, to take the steps downstairs into the kitchen.
She smiled to herself when she heard the heavy, loud snoring of Carlos' emanating from his room next to Leon's, and Beccy's softer, more subdued snoring in the room after Carlos'. In the living room, Claire and Leon were still asleep on the living room couch, a tangled mass of arms, legs, and snores. It looked as if some crazy farmer had decided to break into Elena's mansion and drop two scarecrows he didn't need anymore on the couch. Jill's smile widened a bit at the site of the young, cute couple, as finally reached the kitchen.
* * *
All across the nation, nay, the world, men and women of all races, backgrounds, and beliefs wake up to the welcoming, warm smell of breakfast cooking. Whether it be eggs, sausage, or any other cultural food, breakfast signals a beginning of a day full or promise and possibilities, where anything is possible and limited only by the human imagination. Bacon is one of those staple foods.
Bacon was something Chris Redfield loved, plain and simple. His mother routinely cooked it for him and his sister as children, and when Claire had moved in with him her bacon, albeit of the highly spiced variety, reminded Chris of home, of his childhood, of days running around in the backyard, or fishing in the nearby pond or playing tag with Claire and his friends. Days before he had to worry about the late order of ammunition arriving from Kendo gun shop, days before he had to worry and fret about Charlie team's timing being off by three seconds. Simpler days. Happier days.
Yes, Chris Redfield loved bacon, and his nostrils loved it's smell. So when he picked up even the smallest traces of the fryed meat emanating from downstairs, he woke up, almost instantly. Kind of an edible alarm clock, he realised.
He rubbed his eyes and reached over to where he expected his angel to be lying..
..to find that she wasn't there.
He smiled to himself. After Claire, Jill knew best about his affection for bacon. He knew it was Jill who was downstairs, busying herself in the kitchen, hoping to surprise him with a breakfast in bed or something of that nature. His mind began to picture her doing the deed.
' Hmm, busying herself, wearing just her underwear, no, forget that, naked. Umm...and she spills a lil bit of it on the floor, and has to bend over to pick it up....umm, bacon...' Chris dreamed. He could feel the drool beginning to gather in the corners of his mouth.
' Umm...bacon...'
Oh yeah, and Jill was there, too.
He almost giggled at the thought, putting bacon before Jill Valentine. The woman who had dominated not only his life but his thoughts, his body, his very soul. He would die for her, he knew, he would sacrifice everything he had to take away even to take away just a hint of sadness. Chris Redfield was truly in love.
He promptly hit himself in the forehead.
" Truly in love? Goddammit, Chris, stop being so melodramatic.You're getting soft, Redfield, too soft. "
He smiled to himself, afterwards, however, knowing that if he would allow anyone to make him "soft" it would be Jill. Soon, as it had on numerous occasions in his lifetime, his stomach got the better of him and he decided to go down to grab some of that delicious bacon.
And oh yeah, Jill was there too.
* * *
" Stupid bacon. " Jill hissed, as she slowly turned around the meat in the pan. She sighed at the irony; she could bake blueberry pies that would make any person's sweet tooth cry for more and she could stir fry and sautee and grill with the best of them, and yet, when it came to bacon, Jill was somewhat of a klutz. It was either too raw or too well done...
" Stupid bacon... "
...she didn't want to stop the bacon and start on something else, however, because she knew Chris had a thing for bacon. And if it made Chris happy, she would die trying to get it just right.
" Stupid bacon..."
* * *
Chris was in fact right. Jill was busying herself in the kitchen, and for several minutes he leaned in on the doorway, watching her move about, not bothering her or announcing his presence. He watched every movement, every graceful, heavenly movement. It seemed like she floated on clouds, as he regarded every small detail of her body, her soft legs and her tight, rounded, full brea-
' Ummm, bacon...' his stomach told him.
He smiled as he slowly approached her from behind, planning to embrace her from behind, surprise with a kiss or two along her neck, while at the same time moving his hands to her-
" How long have you been staring at my ass, Redfield? " Jill suddenly announced. She knew he was there all along. Nonetheless, Chris moved to her and hugged her from behind, his arms encircling her waist.
" How'd you know it was me?" he asked, before giving her a good morning kiss on an ear.
" Never leave yourself in a position where your shadow reaveals your position to the enemy, Redfield. You'd think the great Captain of the almighty Special Tactics And Rescue Squad himself would know that. Sloppy, Redfield, sloppy indeed."
" You know what else is sloppy, Valentine? Your bacon cooking skills."
" Shaddup, Redfield, it's food. Soldiers don't need four star meals on the battlefield."
" Oh yeah? What do they need? "
" Good lovers. Something which you fail at, obviously, Redfield."
" Hmm? That's funny, I recall you telling me, no, sorry, moaning to me that I was quite the opposite, Valentine, and I recall your hips-"
He was rewarded with a swift poke in the ribs.
" Oww, " Chris said softly, clutching his ribs in mock pain, " that hurt."
He smiled when he saw that patented smile appear on Jill's perfect lips, signaling that she was in love with him again and that he had won their little verbal war. Like a kissable white surrender flag.
" You know I love you, Chris. "
" And I love you, Jill."
The two embraced, and shared a loving kiss as Jill wrapped her arms, spatula and all, around Chris' neck. Chris returned the kiss, moving his hands to the edge of his jersey and under it to caress her bare back, softly and tenderly.
* * *
" Shit. "
...was the first word Rebecca Chambers muttered as her eyelids slowly blinked awake. A soft hand rubbed those same eyelids, as slowly and surely the young woman rose to a sitting position. She folded her legs underneath her, so she was sitting down on the bed, staring at the door in front of her. Chocolate hair lay messed up on top of a petite head, and the long Hello Kitty nightshirt she wore to bed had fallen somewhat, revealing the soft skin of her shoulder.
If a mirror had been present in front of the young woman, she would have sworn that a zombie was there, in place of her reflection.
The heavy, rumbling sound of snoring told her Carlos was still asleep in the next room, and she assumed the rest of the team was still asleep, save for probably Chris, who had woken her up, probably to go downstairs to get something to eat and then return to sleep. That was probably the S.T.A.R.S. Captain's only weakness; his stomach.
She swore again softly under her breath; she had been having the most...pleasureable..dream when she had awoken to the sounds of some heavy person, most likely Chris, stomping down the stairs that were just feet from her room. It was a happy dream, where she had fallen in love with a man and made love to him, and here some clumsy teammate had to unknowingly burst her bubble. Love, it seemed, constantly evaded her grasp.
Everyone she knew was in love. She, no, everybody knew about Claire and Leon, and their, rather more...erotic adventures. Barry had a loving wife and his daughters to comfort him when he felt down. And more recently, Chris Redfield, the man she admired more than any other and harbored a secret crush towards, had confessed his love towards Jill, perhaps her best friend. It was meant to be, she reminded herself. The two very well and truly loved each other, and it was just a matter of time before they fell in the inevitable love of their lives.
Jill was a knockout; she belonged in some beauty magazine in a swimsuit or some other suitably revealing piece of clothing. She could have any man she wanted, what with a body like the one she had, and it was only fitting that she choose Chris, who belonged, Beccy believed, in some action movie, blasting apart bad guys and saving the world, getting the girl at the same time. Which wasn't to far from the truth, she noted.
So how could she compare to Jill? Jill was tall, lithe, lean, more...endowed. She was short, scrawny, more like an awkward fourteen year old than the woman in her early twenties that she actually was. And so Rebecca lost Chris. Hell, she didn't have much of a chance with him anyway, so she didn't actually lose him. She never had him.
Once again, the romantic adventures of Rebecca Chambers were put to an abrupt end. Weren't they always? she asked herself. Even in college she was dismissed as being the "nerd" or the "geek" of the school. Perhaps it was true, she realised; she was very involved in her studies. It was school above and instead of anything and everything she was supposed to be doing at her age. Love was a very, very distant second.
She sighed, and fell back into her warm bed, hoping to fall asleep once more.
She muttered softly, before she drifted off: "Why can't I just-"
* * *
" -find love? " Jill asked Chris, who was busy digging into the breakfast Jill had so lovingly prepared for him. Jill herself sat on Chris' lap as he ate, which he found rather distracting, but one look or glance at the long, bared legs his jersey failed to cover dismissed all negative thoughts towards his lover.
" I mean, " Jill continued, " if we can find it, and Claire and Leon can, well, take it, what's stopping those two from finding it?"
" I dunno, " Chris answered, after gulping down a bite of the bacon he treasured so much, " maybe it's just that they haven't spent that much time together, that's all. Isn't that what this trip is for? So that we can spend more time which each other? "
Jill gave an earnest look to the man in her arms and said, " Yeah, I guess you're right. We didn't just find it right away did we? "
" Nope. It took us time. If we give those two time, I'm sure they'll find it too. Just a matter of time. "
Jill nodded, then a sly smile appeared on those lips, as if coming up with a plan...
" We can push them together, give them a nudge, can't we? "
" What do you mean? "
Several minutes later, after Jill had completely explained her plan to Chris, both of them were giddy with excitement.
" I love the way you think, love. "
" Hmm. Me too. I love you, too. "
Jill swooped in on Chris and gave him a swift kiss on the lips. Chris took it a bit further, as he extended his tougue into her waiting lips, which she returned. Again Chris moved his hands underneath his jersey to caress her back, as he moved his kisses lower, down to the inviting skin of her neck. Jill tilted her head back to allow Chris better access, and a soft, wordless sound of desire escaped her throat...
" Take me back to bed, Chris. "
Not one to refuse such an order, Chris swooped the young woman in his arms and started back to Leon's room, taking care not to wake up the sleeping couple in the living room. They likely had an hour or so before the other sleeping occupants of the mansion awoke, and it would be an hour that both Chris and Jill would make the best of.
When it finished, the two lovers lay half-awake in bed once more, their bodies intertangled. Chris was idly stroking Jill's hair, and Jill was using Chris' shoulder as a pillow, which she had been doing much of as of late.
" You think they'll see it coming? " Chris asked the angel half-asleep in his arms.
" I dunno...but they'll definately love it. " Jill answered, a sly smile escaping her lips. The two shared a giggle, and kissed each other passionately, lost in the pleasure of each other's company once more.
When they woke up, Rebecca Chambers and Carlos Oliviera would be in for the most eventful day of their lives.
Author's note:
double quotes indicates what a character says, single quotes indicates what a character thinks.
Well, there it is! I'm awfully sorry for making everyone wait so long for this particular Chapter, but some things got in the way and I was wondering if I even wanted to continue it at all...but thanks to some fans I decided to go on with it. Thanks to Chris'n'Jill, Darkness, Mayumi, and everyone else who's supported me and given me ideas relating to the story, as well as everyone who's reviewed it as well.
Thanks and much love to one and all.
Expect the next chapter in a week or so!
Quote of the day:
He who knows when he can fight and when he cannot will be victorious.
-Sun Tzu, the Art of War
-chapter ten
Quietly I watch you sleep,
Hopefully you won't hear what I say,
Wondering if I made the clouds happy,
The moment I tasted your rain,
Tonight was the night,
When I saw my first sight,
Of how pleasure feels over pain,
Now I know how I feel,
Don't ever want to let you go,
I just hope that you feel the same,
You shot your arrow,
Through my restless, shaking heart,
You came down on me slow,
Drew back your bow,
And my lady you shot,
Your arrow straight through my heart...
~Az Yet, " The Arrow "
Warmth.
It was all Jill Valentine felt, as she woke up slowly, her body readying itself for another day of life. For several seconds she lay there, hoping to drift back into the comforting, restful bliss of sleep.
Until her pillow moved, that is.
That didn't happen often to Jill Valentine. Cotton didn't move, didn't have a mind of it's own...
...Until she opened her eyes slightly, and found that her pillow wasn't really cotton, or cloth at all, but rather Chris Redfield's shoulder. She smiled to herself. If there was one thing Chris was good at, it was being a pillow. She had her arm around his waist, and a soft thigh around his leg.
She took a look around, moving her head as little as possible, not wanting to wake Chris from his slumber. A gaze at an alarm clock showed her it was 5:12, until she looked back on her lover.
She studied his face carefully, seeing him for the first time, it seemed. He had a contented, peaceful look to him this morning, that patented Redfield smile on his lips, his usually gelled up spiky hair messy and all over the place. He looked messy, yes, but still blindingly handsome to her, as he always had been. He looked tired, almost.
She smiled.
He had to be, after what they had done the night earlier, she thought. At the very thought of it she felt a warmth in her chest, and she snuggled closer to her living pillow, drawing the blanket they used over her shoulder. So warm, last night was, so warm, and hot, and sweaty....and...so pleasureable...
She looked around, at the friendly, warm confines of the bedroom, as she brushed away several stray bangs of chestnut hair. Several rays of golden light beamed in through an open window, as night began to flee, and yield to a new day. Outside, birds had emerged from the same, peaceful sleep Jill had enjoyed, and were already out, singing their praises to nature. She could hear the soft waves against the sandy beach. The entire scene looked, to Jill Valentine, at least, very much like heaven above.
It was heaven, she corrected herself, for she was certain there was her guardian angel sleeping peacefully next to her.
Chris. At any moment she expected him to sprout wings from his back and fly her away to some crazy fantasy world, where they'd only have each other..no job to worry about, no gossipy little sisters running about, no nightmares of Umbrella to haunt them everytime they closed their eyes.
Perhaps this was why she loved him so much, she realised. Without him, she wouldn't be alive, for he had saved her life more times than either of them could count, and in doing so forged a bond not even the horrors of the Umbrella Viruses could possibly break. Throughout the entire Umbrella episode he was the only constant in her life. Chris was there to lean on, to talk to, whether it be about a new handgun she had just found or the secret of life, he was always there to talk to in one way or another.
And the pinnacle of his being there was last night, when they finally committed themselves to each other and expressed emotions that couldn't possibly be expressed by even the greatest writer or the most esteemed poet. Love on every level; mentally, spiritually, physically. Oh yes, physically.
All the fears and sadness that stupid performance evaluation had brought the night before had practically disappeared. Her entire mind, it seemed, changed. What some balding middle-aged fat person named Bob who was unfit to be a soldier, as Chris explained to her, thought of her combat skills. She knew she was a good soldier. Her team thought she was a good soldier. And as long as she felt comfortable with herself, nothing else mattered.
' Fuck the performance evaluators. '
She closed her eyes, the memory of the previous night's events fresh in her mind, and within minutes she was asleep again.
Warmth.
* * *
Hungry.
With a small snore, Jill's eyes awoke again from the same, peaceful bliss of sleep, her stomach growling. She wondered how much time had passed until a gaze at the clock informed her that it was now 8:34. Chris was still asleep, snoring softly and slowly beside her, as she thought the rest of the team was. They were all heavy sleepers, she knew, and she doubted that they would be awake at this time in the morning. She herself woke up at the same time everyday, but following what she and Chris had done the night before she allowed herself some slack for waking up late.
With some regret, she carefully disengaged herself from the relative warmth of Chris and stood up in bed, the blanket still held against her chest. She rubbed her eyes, and stretched tired, weary arms, before yawning softly. Jill looked back at him, at his peaceful, contented look, and the warmth that she was leaving. For a second she considered going back to sleep beside him, but her stomach discouraged her.
Making as little noise as possible, she sweeped her legs over the side of the bed, so she sat on it's edge. Realising she wore nothing whatsoever underneath the blanket, she looked for her clothes...
...until she found Chris' dark blue Cowboys jersey on the floor next to her, the name 'Redfield' and '21' on it's back. Smiling to herself, she stood up and grabbed it, then put it on.
Jill took a look into the full length mirror next to the bed. It looked pretty nice on her, she noted, and it was long, only barely covering her half her thighs and leaving the rest of her legs bare. That didn't matter, she realised, since everyone would be asleep. She had seen her teammates sleep before; Leon, Carlos, and Claire would wake up at lunchtime, Beccy probably a couple of hours earlier. And the way Leon and Carlos slept, nothing short of a freight train running straight into Elena's beautiful mansion could wake them.
Confident, she slipped on the pair of panties she wore the night before. She bent over the bed to where Chris lay peacefully asleep, and brushed some stray spikes out of the way before kissing him lightly on the forehead. She regarded his handsome, peaceful face for several more seconds, before finally leaving the bedroom where her life had so changed, to take the steps downstairs into the kitchen.
She smiled to herself when she heard the heavy, loud snoring of Carlos' emanating from his room next to Leon's, and Beccy's softer, more subdued snoring in the room after Carlos'. In the living room, Claire and Leon were still asleep on the living room couch, a tangled mass of arms, legs, and snores. It looked as if some crazy farmer had decided to break into Elena's mansion and drop two scarecrows he didn't need anymore on the couch. Jill's smile widened a bit at the site of the young, cute couple, as finally reached the kitchen.
* * *
All across the nation, nay, the world, men and women of all races, backgrounds, and beliefs wake up to the welcoming, warm smell of breakfast cooking. Whether it be eggs, sausage, or any other cultural food, breakfast signals a beginning of a day full or promise and possibilities, where anything is possible and limited only by the human imagination. Bacon is one of those staple foods.
Bacon was something Chris Redfield loved, plain and simple. His mother routinely cooked it for him and his sister as children, and when Claire had moved in with him her bacon, albeit of the highly spiced variety, reminded Chris of home, of his childhood, of days running around in the backyard, or fishing in the nearby pond or playing tag with Claire and his friends. Days before he had to worry about the late order of ammunition arriving from Kendo gun shop, days before he had to worry and fret about Charlie team's timing being off by three seconds. Simpler days. Happier days.
Yes, Chris Redfield loved bacon, and his nostrils loved it's smell. So when he picked up even the smallest traces of the fryed meat emanating from downstairs, he woke up, almost instantly. Kind of an edible alarm clock, he realised.
He rubbed his eyes and reached over to where he expected his angel to be lying..
..to find that she wasn't there.
He smiled to himself. After Claire, Jill knew best about his affection for bacon. He knew it was Jill who was downstairs, busying herself in the kitchen, hoping to surprise him with a breakfast in bed or something of that nature. His mind began to picture her doing the deed.
' Hmm, busying herself, wearing just her underwear, no, forget that, naked. Umm...and she spills a lil bit of it on the floor, and has to bend over to pick it up....umm, bacon...' Chris dreamed. He could feel the drool beginning to gather in the corners of his mouth.
' Umm...bacon...'
Oh yeah, and Jill was there, too.
He almost giggled at the thought, putting bacon before Jill Valentine. The woman who had dominated not only his life but his thoughts, his body, his very soul. He would die for her, he knew, he would sacrifice everything he had to take away even to take away just a hint of sadness. Chris Redfield was truly in love.
He promptly hit himself in the forehead.
" Truly in love? Goddammit, Chris, stop being so melodramatic.You're getting soft, Redfield, too soft. "
He smiled to himself, afterwards, however, knowing that if he would allow anyone to make him "soft" it would be Jill. Soon, as it had on numerous occasions in his lifetime, his stomach got the better of him and he decided to go down to grab some of that delicious bacon.
And oh yeah, Jill was there too.
* * *
" Stupid bacon. " Jill hissed, as she slowly turned around the meat in the pan. She sighed at the irony; she could bake blueberry pies that would make any person's sweet tooth cry for more and she could stir fry and sautee and grill with the best of them, and yet, when it came to bacon, Jill was somewhat of a klutz. It was either too raw or too well done...
" Stupid bacon... "
...she didn't want to stop the bacon and start on something else, however, because she knew Chris had a thing for bacon. And if it made Chris happy, she would die trying to get it just right.
" Stupid bacon..."
* * *
Chris was in fact right. Jill was busying herself in the kitchen, and for several minutes he leaned in on the doorway, watching her move about, not bothering her or announcing his presence. He watched every movement, every graceful, heavenly movement. It seemed like she floated on clouds, as he regarded every small detail of her body, her soft legs and her tight, rounded, full brea-
' Ummm, bacon...' his stomach told him.
He smiled as he slowly approached her from behind, planning to embrace her from behind, surprise with a kiss or two along her neck, while at the same time moving his hands to her-
" How long have you been staring at my ass, Redfield? " Jill suddenly announced. She knew he was there all along. Nonetheless, Chris moved to her and hugged her from behind, his arms encircling her waist.
" How'd you know it was me?" he asked, before giving her a good morning kiss on an ear.
" Never leave yourself in a position where your shadow reaveals your position to the enemy, Redfield. You'd think the great Captain of the almighty Special Tactics And Rescue Squad himself would know that. Sloppy, Redfield, sloppy indeed."
" You know what else is sloppy, Valentine? Your bacon cooking skills."
" Shaddup, Redfield, it's food. Soldiers don't need four star meals on the battlefield."
" Oh yeah? What do they need? "
" Good lovers. Something which you fail at, obviously, Redfield."
" Hmm? That's funny, I recall you telling me, no, sorry, moaning to me that I was quite the opposite, Valentine, and I recall your hips-"
He was rewarded with a swift poke in the ribs.
" Oww, " Chris said softly, clutching his ribs in mock pain, " that hurt."
He smiled when he saw that patented smile appear on Jill's perfect lips, signaling that she was in love with him again and that he had won their little verbal war. Like a kissable white surrender flag.
" You know I love you, Chris. "
" And I love you, Jill."
The two embraced, and shared a loving kiss as Jill wrapped her arms, spatula and all, around Chris' neck. Chris returned the kiss, moving his hands to the edge of his jersey and under it to caress her bare back, softly and tenderly.
* * *
" Shit. "
...was the first word Rebecca Chambers muttered as her eyelids slowly blinked awake. A soft hand rubbed those same eyelids, as slowly and surely the young woman rose to a sitting position. She folded her legs underneath her, so she was sitting down on the bed, staring at the door in front of her. Chocolate hair lay messed up on top of a petite head, and the long Hello Kitty nightshirt she wore to bed had fallen somewhat, revealing the soft skin of her shoulder.
If a mirror had been present in front of the young woman, she would have sworn that a zombie was there, in place of her reflection.
The heavy, rumbling sound of snoring told her Carlos was still asleep in the next room, and she assumed the rest of the team was still asleep, save for probably Chris, who had woken her up, probably to go downstairs to get something to eat and then return to sleep. That was probably the S.T.A.R.S. Captain's only weakness; his stomach.
She swore again softly under her breath; she had been having the most...pleasureable..dream when she had awoken to the sounds of some heavy person, most likely Chris, stomping down the stairs that were just feet from her room. It was a happy dream, where she had fallen in love with a man and made love to him, and here some clumsy teammate had to unknowingly burst her bubble. Love, it seemed, constantly evaded her grasp.
Everyone she knew was in love. She, no, everybody knew about Claire and Leon, and their, rather more...erotic adventures. Barry had a loving wife and his daughters to comfort him when he felt down. And more recently, Chris Redfield, the man she admired more than any other and harbored a secret crush towards, had confessed his love towards Jill, perhaps her best friend. It was meant to be, she reminded herself. The two very well and truly loved each other, and it was just a matter of time before they fell in the inevitable love of their lives.
Jill was a knockout; she belonged in some beauty magazine in a swimsuit or some other suitably revealing piece of clothing. She could have any man she wanted, what with a body like the one she had, and it was only fitting that she choose Chris, who belonged, Beccy believed, in some action movie, blasting apart bad guys and saving the world, getting the girl at the same time. Which wasn't to far from the truth, she noted.
So how could she compare to Jill? Jill was tall, lithe, lean, more...endowed. She was short, scrawny, more like an awkward fourteen year old than the woman in her early twenties that she actually was. And so Rebecca lost Chris. Hell, she didn't have much of a chance with him anyway, so she didn't actually lose him. She never had him.
Once again, the romantic adventures of Rebecca Chambers were put to an abrupt end. Weren't they always? she asked herself. Even in college she was dismissed as being the "nerd" or the "geek" of the school. Perhaps it was true, she realised; she was very involved in her studies. It was school above and instead of anything and everything she was supposed to be doing at her age. Love was a very, very distant second.
She sighed, and fell back into her warm bed, hoping to fall asleep once more.
She muttered softly, before she drifted off: "Why can't I just-"
* * *
" -find love? " Jill asked Chris, who was busy digging into the breakfast Jill had so lovingly prepared for him. Jill herself sat on Chris' lap as he ate, which he found rather distracting, but one look or glance at the long, bared legs his jersey failed to cover dismissed all negative thoughts towards his lover.
" I mean, " Jill continued, " if we can find it, and Claire and Leon can, well, take it, what's stopping those two from finding it?"
" I dunno, " Chris answered, after gulping down a bite of the bacon he treasured so much, " maybe it's just that they haven't spent that much time together, that's all. Isn't that what this trip is for? So that we can spend more time which each other? "
Jill gave an earnest look to the man in her arms and said, " Yeah, I guess you're right. We didn't just find it right away did we? "
" Nope. It took us time. If we give those two time, I'm sure they'll find it too. Just a matter of time. "
Jill nodded, then a sly smile appeared on those lips, as if coming up with a plan...
" We can push them together, give them a nudge, can't we? "
" What do you mean? "
Several minutes later, after Jill had completely explained her plan to Chris, both of them were giddy with excitement.
" I love the way you think, love. "
" Hmm. Me too. I love you, too. "
Jill swooped in on Chris and gave him a swift kiss on the lips. Chris took it a bit further, as he extended his tougue into her waiting lips, which she returned. Again Chris moved his hands underneath his jersey to caress her back, as he moved his kisses lower, down to the inviting skin of her neck. Jill tilted her head back to allow Chris better access, and a soft, wordless sound of desire escaped her throat...
" Take me back to bed, Chris. "
Not one to refuse such an order, Chris swooped the young woman in his arms and started back to Leon's room, taking care not to wake up the sleeping couple in the living room. They likely had an hour or so before the other sleeping occupants of the mansion awoke, and it would be an hour that both Chris and Jill would make the best of.
When it finished, the two lovers lay half-awake in bed once more, their bodies intertangled. Chris was idly stroking Jill's hair, and Jill was using Chris' shoulder as a pillow, which she had been doing much of as of late.
" You think they'll see it coming? " Chris asked the angel half-asleep in his arms.
" I dunno...but they'll definately love it. " Jill answered, a sly smile escaping her lips. The two shared a giggle, and kissed each other passionately, lost in the pleasure of each other's company once more.
When they woke up, Rebecca Chambers and Carlos Oliviera would be in for the most eventful day of their lives.
Author's note:
double quotes indicates what a character says, single quotes indicates what a character thinks.
Well, there it is! I'm awfully sorry for making everyone wait so long for this particular Chapter, but some things got in the way and I was wondering if I even wanted to continue it at all...but thanks to some fans I decided to go on with it. Thanks to Chris'n'Jill, Darkness, Mayumi, and everyone else who's supported me and given me ideas relating to the story, as well as everyone who's reviewed it as well.
Thanks and much love to one and all.
Expect the next chapter in a week or so!
Quote of the day:
He who knows when he can fight and when he cannot will be victorious.
-Sun Tzu, the Art of War