~WONDERMENT AND FULFILLMENT~

Chris stood up from the couch he was sitting, and so did his sister, Claire Redfield as well as Barry Burton. Jill hadn't seen them for months now, it just made her day to see them again…and yet the happening of the event just a few minutes ago still dawned over her.

"Jill, how long has been since we haven't seen each other already?" Chris asked her, from away from behind the couch and over to hold Jill's hands.

Chris's hands were warm and big and strong, and so was the rest of his body, those finely chiseled muscles covering his body. Chris grew somewhat, either that or she shrank during the past few months. He still had the same boyish face like he always did; it was cute and satisfying to know that they would always remain friends.

'Or a bit more than that,' Jill thought wishfully. She then answered him, "Oh, I think about five to six months by now. Gee, how was Japan? What'd you guys do there anyway?" Jill asked them all.

Claire, Chris's sister walked in front of him and said quite bluntly but all the more cheery, like she was playing around: "We couldn't really do anything here because Lovesick-Boy was missing you too much."

Jill looked over to Chris and saw him blush a bit before smacking his sister on the head, and then she found that she herself too was blushing.

"It was true Jill. Lover boy there was pretty much bleak the whole stay, so all we did was pretty stay in our hotel rooms, eat, maybe go out to the mall for Claire here and we sometimes played this dancing game, uh, I don't remember the name of it though…" Barry said, scratching his beard.

"Dance Dance Revolution Barry and you suck at it." Claire said, with a smirk on her face.

"Chris, were you really that homesick?" Jill asked him.

'Homesick, she calls it.' Chris thought. He then answered her. "Uh, I don't know what these guys are talking about. All those two did was playing that dancing game together most of our stay."

"Oh, well, I have to go get something real quick, can you hold on a sec?" Jill asked him, slowly leaving his sight as she ran towards her room.

"Y'know, Chris, you should really tell her how you really feel before you lose her." Claire said putting a hand on Chris's shoulder.

Jill was in her room when she had decided that she had wanted to see Carlos again, but she didn't know why. She just had this built up urge to rush to her car and down to the mall to see his finely chiseled body again…to have his lips on hers…and eventually become one with Carlos.

'Fore shame!' her conscience was getting to her again. 'Are you seriously thinking about ditching CHRIS just to be with Carlos? Who have you known longer?'

"Chris," she told herself in a soft whisper.

'Then you should stay here with Chris! You can't just leave him! You know he came here to see YOU!'

"Why should he? He doesn't want me as his mate,"

'You've got to be kidding yourself! You know that he knows that he wants you! You are just one dense girl, you really are.'

Jill exited the room.

"Hey Jill," Chris said, looking after Jill who was speeding across the room.

"Hey Chris, listen, you guys, I um haffta go down to the mall 'cause I forgot something, so I'll see you in a bit, alright?" Jill said, opening the door then exiting and slamming it shut.

She rushed down the stairs, and then pulled out her car keys and jammed them into the slot of the keyhole and quickly opening her door and flew into the car. She reversed and turned and sped away down the street to where Carlos would still be…hopefully.

As she was driving down the street she was wondering about Chris, how she had just ditched him and the others for Carlos…she couldn't make up her mind for wanting either Chris or Carlos. Even though her mind was set on Carlos for the time being she still felt unplaced about where her true feelings lie.

When she finally made it to the mall she saw Carlos leaving with Elaine. They were both heading to a car, a deep blue Honda Civic. Elaine got into the driver's side, but Carlos just stood there, as if waiting for Jill to come back to him. Jill stared helplessly at him for a second until he had entered the car, and that's when she took a step.

"Carlos, wait!" she cried out, hoping that he would hear her cry for him. He did. Carlos immediately got out of the door, and when he saw Jill he gave her a wide grin and opened up his arms for her. Jill took the chance and ran towards him with nothing to worry her, not even Chris.

She ran into his arms as he began to hug her with the most of affection that he had for her.

"Oh, Jill, why'd you leave like that?" Carlos asked her in that sexy Latino accent of his, every syllable rolling off his tongue, it always made her tingle on the inside. She looked up at him, even though his eyes were just a few inches higher than hers, and said truthfully, "Because I was shocked that you did that, Carlos."

Carlos looked back at Elaine and said to her, "Go ahead, I'll be there in due time," Elaine nodded back at him and reversed and immediately took off.

"Jill," Carlos said in that soft and sexy voice of his.

"Yes, Carlos," Jill said, still holding on to his tight and hard body. Jill hadn't taken her eyes off of him yet, they were practically glued onto his. Carlos then guided her back towards her car and opened the passenger-side door for her and let her in while he went over to the driver's side and got in and drove away.

"Are we going back to your place?" Jill asked him, giving him a bit of a kinky smirk. He looked at her guiltily and then gave her a wide cheeky grin—it was going to be a day of wonderment then fulfillment!

Carlos had finally made it back to the apartment he was renting out. He drove the car into the driveway and parallel parked it and then got out. "C'mon, Jill, my apartments is on the second floor," Carlos said, leading the sexy Jill towards his apartment.

Jill followed without hesitation, she'd been waiting for this day, and so has he. He was waiting for the perfect time with Jill, alone in one room together, in one bed together as one, lost and blind in love and passion for each other. The thought of him and Jill together roughly got him excited. He was like a little boy in a candy shop waiting to receive his sweet, sweet treat from the one woman he longed for.

They had both reached it to his apartment, room B5 on the second level; pausing for a while, Carlos could still vividly see the rotting flesh walking down the dark corridors on those eerie nights of every Umbrella espionage he's been on. But now wasn't the time to think of that, it was a time to share his passion with another—but then Carlos remembered something. He remembered his little secret that was to be kept with him and away from Jill until the time was needed to tell her.

'Well, why not now before you actually do something with her?' he thought to himself. 'Tell her what you did during those long and cold days when she wasn't near! It'd only show that you have more respect for her!' his self-conscience was absolutely right. He respected Jill, yes, but he wanted her full respect for him as well.

"Jill, I—I have to tell you something first," Carlos said softly, in a not-so-happy tone of voice.

"What is it Carlos?" Jill asked him puzzlingly, staring into his dark brown eyes.

"Well Jill, I, um, I,"

"Oh please don't tell me you're gay. Are you Carlos? Are you…gay?" Jill asked him.

"What?! NO! Of course not, I'm not gay! It's just that well, that…"

'Wait, Carlos, if you tell her now, then she'll leave! So bad plan to tell her now. Why not later? It works…right? Once you get her she'll never want to leave, and even when you tell her, she still won't leave because now she has you…'

"Uh…nevermind, Jill, just c'mon, I want to show you something." Carlos opened the door and let her in to his messy living room.

"Wow, you've been keeping up, haven't you?" Jill asked him, looking around at the grungy place that was his home.

"Oh, don't mind the living room, it's always a mess, my other rooms are cleaner." Carlos said, walking down the hall. "C'mon, I need to show you something,"

Jill walked over a heap of potato chip bags and piles and piles of magazines and whatnot. "Coming," Jill said, and then whispered to herself, "If I could find my way out of this dump," he hormones weren't raging as much anymore, trashy places just turned her off a bit, but then at the site of Carlos taking off his uniform and just in his boxers was enough of a stimulant for them to react upon the edges of his body again.

Jill rushed over the piles of trash and down the hall and into his bedroom and found a shrine. Carlos's body was no longer the matter of fact of her distractions from anything else, but the shrine she saw before her was really sweet and freaky at the same time. It was a shrine of her. Pictures of her hung on the once side of the wall, pictures that she had sent to him while he was still in New York. There were postcards, season's greetings, birthday cards, he has it all.

"Carlos," Jill said, sounding touched at the sight of a wall totally dedicated to her. "I—this is just—I don't think I could do anything in a room with me looking at myself. I just—I just can't." Jill said, still staring at the one wall dedicated to her.

"What? Oh no, this room is just a thing I've been workin' on because—well, I missed you, Jill. It's hard to live without the one person you care for, y'know."

"Oh Carlos," Jill said, walking over to the half-naked man and wrapped her arms around his fine body. "Carlos,"

"Jill,"

Carlos walked Jill into the other room, the guest room where it was free of Jill fandom. He dropped her onto the comfy plush bed and then almost falling on top of her after tripping over a tight wire.

They stayed there, suspended in a mist of passion for one another, staring caringly into the other's eyes. Jill was still the only one fully clothed, and Carlos still in his boxers. "Do you want me to…"Carlos paused, looking at her tube top. Remembering the first moment that they met, and she was wearing the exact same outfit too. Funny that they would be doing this after the many terrors of Umbrella that was brought upon them.

"Oh…no, its okay, I could do it," Jill said, escaping from Carlos and sat up on the edge of the bed. Carlos saw Jill reach for the cuffing of her top and started to pull upward from it, taking it off slowly—he did not know if she did this on purpose to arouse him or just because the top was a bit too tight.

Carlos saw the bit of skin that was that of her breasts. He had never seen this side or this sight of Jill before, but only in his dreams. He was starting to feel himself hardening; it would be a most memorable time for him and her…mostly and hopefully for her. He wouldn't want her thinking that he was bad because this would be his first time in…a month!*

Carlos was now staring at Jill's fully exposed breast. Looking in wonderment, at her round breasts, and it was just the beginning of his dream. As she had her shirt fully stripped off of her, she stared back at him, and then looking down and looked back up.

This entire moment made Jill feel hot and itchy for a minute. She'd never felt this way around a guy before. 'Well maybe because all the guy's you've been with have been fully clothed and nothing was sticking out of his boxers.' Jill thought to herself, and then found herself flushing red in embarrassment.

"Well then, um, I guess we could begin," Jill said, looking away from his boxers. Then she saw Carlos standing up, and then dropping his boxers down to the floor. Jill was quickly becoming aroused by the site of this…his manly, muscular body fully exposed to her, and she was free to do whatever she pleased with him.

Jill then slowly placed herself onto the bed, lying there and waiting for him, but first she took off her mini-skirt and underwear before he could do anything to her. Oh, this would truly be a time for her to remember.

"Carlos,"—"Jill," they both said, but certainly not for the time during the duration of sharing a body. It was fulfillment.

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