~VALENTINE'S DAY WITH REDFIELD~

Jill. Jill, wake up.

She heard someone call. Jill squint her eyes to see who it was; first she looked over to her clock and saw that it was two in the morning. "Who's there?" she asked tiredly, looking on into the darkness.

"Jill," the voice said again. "It's me, Chris,"

'Chris? What is he doing here?' she thought. 'It still must be a dream.'

"Chris? What are you doing here?" she asked him, still tired.

"You were screaming, Jill, so I came in to check on you." Chris said with that intent look on his face.

"How sweet," she said, thinking that she was thinking it.

"Thanks," he said, smiling at her even more.

"You heard me?" Jill said, suddenly feeling embarrassed. And then she thought about what she might've been screaming. 'Carlos…'

"Uh, did you hear what I said?" she asked him, suddenly sitting up.

"No, you were just screaming, you didn't say anything. It must've been a nightmare," he said, walking over to her bed and sitting down next to her.

"Must've," she replied.

"So Jill, where'd you go yesterday? You said you were just gonna go get something at the mall but you never came back. So what were you doing throughout that time, really?"

She knew that he would ask her this some time during his stay. She looked away from him; she didn't want to answer him.

"Jill," Chris said again, getting closer to her. "Jill," he said again, putting his hand on her shoulder and moving up through her hair.

"Chris," she said, turning her head towards him, looking into his eyes as they shown through the darkness of the night.

"Jill, please tell me the truth,"

"Chris, I—I well," she was thinking hard again, trying to think up a lie even though she didn't want to lie to Chris. "I was taken in to the security guard's office because they suspected me of shoplifting. And well I left my wallet there, so I went back and it seemed that he wanted me for further questioning, that's all,"

"So you weren't window shopping. Why are you so ashamed of just being caught of shoplifting?" Chris said, believing her of her lie.

'He believed me.'

"Yeah, well because of being a S.T.A.R.S. I just couldn't be blamed for such a pity crime."

"Jill, it's alright, we're your friends, you could always tell us everything, especially me, Jilly," Chris said, stroking her hair with his soft hands. Now, for some reason she didn't mind him calling her Jilly because they were such close friends. She wanted times to be like the old, when she didn't really have to worry about two guys.

She wanted the times after Umbrella but with just one guy, but that one guy she didn't know who it should be.

'Just stop it, you have to choose sometime. You can't play them like this.'

"Jill, is something bothering you?" Chris asked her.

"Chris," she said, still looking at him. "Chris, will you sleep in here tonight? I mean, just to keep me company."

"Sure, Jilly, I mean, Jill, anytime," he responded with a smile, laying her back down on her bed and tucking her in then after he walked over to the chair in one corner and pulled a blanket over himself.

She looked back at him; she wondered why he did decide to stay with her in her room. He was really sweet, he was a best friend to her, but she still had such strong feelings for him and she knew that he must feel the same way. "Chris," she whispered under her breath. "You're my friend and I can't hurt you anymore, nor can I hurt myself with such deceit. Please forgive me when I tell you the truth of yesterday." Jill got up and walked over to the already sleeping Chris and kissed him on the cheek, and then resting on the floor next to him, and suddenly she fell asleep.

"Oh my gosh!" Rebecca exclaimed when she entered the room.

Jill suddenly awoke but before she could explain anything Claire and Barry had entered the room as well just to see what was going on.

"Jill! Did you and Chris—" Rebecca said, with a slight smile on her face.

And then Chris woke up to the excitement of the room. And as he did so Billy walked up behind Rebecca in his boxers. "Hey, so you guys finally hit it off, eh?"

"NO! No, no, nothing like that happened at all," Jill said, looking over to Chris as he looked back down at her.

"Oh c'mon you guys, it's alright, you don't have to lie to us. We know what you were doing last night. We heard you scream Jill, you were pretty loud too." Billy said with a wide grin across his face.

"No, she was just having a nightmare that's all," Chris said, looking back over to the others. "I just came in here to check on her and well she had asked me if I would stay and I did."

"So what'd she do to you? Blow you?" Billy asked them.

Jill got up from the floor and said particularly to Billy, "You know what you guys, stop thinking that because Chris and I are good friends! And I don't want to ruin that relationship by just having sex with him! So just leave us the hell alone!" Jill looked back down at Chris and saw an incredulous look in his eyes and then she turned back to the others and said, "Can you guys leave us alone for a sec? Thanks,"

"Jill, are we just friends?" Chris asked her. She knew that he was auspicious of their future together but she didn't see a future of herself with another man. It was just too hard to bear.

"Chris, we're the best of friends and maybe better than just friends. Just don't change who you are, I love you for that, Chris." Then she took him by the hand and helped him up to hug him the most affectionate hug she could find in her to give to him. The burden of the night before still lingered in her mind but was slowly fading away the longer she held on to Chris.

"Never let go," she whispered in his ears.

"I won't Jill, I won't, best friend."

Even though it hurt her to hear him say that they were friends; but she knew it was only right for him to say that. Now she was confused again. Her heart split into two with Carlos on one side and Chris on the other, and Jill was nowhere to be found in that little place.

"I'm sorry Chris," Jill said as tears formed in her eyes.

"Sorry for what? You have nothing to be sorry for, Jill," he said, holding on to her more tightly. His hard body felt good against her breasts and her soft body. She couldn't hold it all in anymore, the tears that had formed in her eyes were pouring out now, spilling over like a river and onto his white T-shirt.

"Jill, why are you crying?" he asked her, letting go of her for just a moment.

"You're too good to me, Chris," she said. "And I haven't been all that great to you."

"Jill, you deserve the best because you're the best that there is. Don't cry anymore, Jilly, please," he said, he put his arms around her again and hugged her more affectionately, closer to his chest.

After their long period of hugging each other they had both let go they decided to go into the living room. Jill had managed to slip into her morning clothes, she didn't mind if Chris was there or not (Chris turned away like the gent he is). And when Jill had opened the door a puddle of eavesdroppers fell through to her feet.

"Well," Rebecca said innocently. "Billy, why'd you have to push us against the door like that?"

"Funny, ha-ha," Jill said, walking over the pile of eavesdroppers. Jill walked down into the living room where she placed herself on the leather couch. It seemed that Claire and Barry had slept out here; she even saw the spot where Chris would've slept in.

She then got up and walked into the kitchen because she suddenly felt hungry. She scrounged around the refrigerator but found nothing that would suffice her hunger. "Becca, is there anything to eat at all?" Jill exclaimed, Rebecca shouted back: "No, we didn't eat anything yet either!"

"Because you were all busy eavesdropping," Jill said to herself. Then she yelled back to Rebecca, "Well I'm gonna go out to buy some food alright!"

"Do you need money?" Rebecca called out. "If you do, check the cookie jar on the kitchen counter!"

"We have a cookie jar?" Jill walked over to the kitchen counter and found a small spotted cow sitting in the far back corner of the counter. "A cow," she said. She took the jar and opened up from the top and found rolls of ones and fives. "That little brat's been hiding out on me."

"Rebe—oh Chris!" Jill exclaimed when she turned around and bumped into Chris.

"Hey, I just thought that I should go shopping with you if you were going…and if you'll let me go." Chris said.

"Chris…" she paused for a moment and then said, "Let's go,"

They walked down to the driveway together; Chris offered to drive so Jill let him. When they hit the road Jill said to him, "Chris, how long are you guys gonna stay with us?"

"Just till tonight, then we have to get back to our hotel."

"Why don't you guys just stay with Rebecca and me, then you guys don't have to pay for your rooms." Jill offered.

"Really? You don't mind that I—erm, I mean we stay with you?"

"Make a left here—no, I—we don't mind your stay. I think I'd enjoy it if you did stay a bit longer."

Once they had made it to the grocery store and had bought what they needed for breakfast they had both decided to go back home (where else would they go?). After having their little breakfast together, as a family again, Jill decided to go back to her room where she could rest some more. The thought of Carlos had never occurred in her mind that morning; her day was actually going her way for once, she was happy for once. A day of grocery shopping with Chris was relaxing, she didn't have to worry about much because she felt that she could almost tell him everything—except for the truth about her and Carlos.

But she didn't want that bothering her right now, she had her day going well, nothing else could really spoil it for her. She fell right asleep thinking of what a joyous day it would be with nothing to worry about.

Chris was sitting in the living room, Rebecca and Billy had left for dinner together, while Barry and Claire went hunting for the nearest arcade to play DDR which had oddly become their newest favorite game; he was sitting alone, the only source of light was the luminous glow of the TV set. It was about six p.m. by now. Jill was still sleeping soundly in her room, for some strange reason he wanted to hear her scream badly so that he could rush into her room and have a reason for it.

'Chris, you sly dog, playing the mystery man isn't gonna help your chances with Jill. She likes guys who are upright to her, you should know that by now,' he told himself. Even though he respected Jill for who she was he was just getting impatient now. He's been keeping it in ever since he left for Japan, and now they were here, in her apartment, and alone with no one to bother them. What else can two people do together alone in one house?

He smiled, almost giggling at the thought. He could picture Jill right now, sitting at the edge of the bed waiting for him, calling his name—no, wailing his name out as the night went on. He couldn't help but smile a wide grin now; he was getting excited for some odd reason.

Then he couldn't hold it all in anymore, his feelings for Jill were about to burst out of his chest, ripping him apart as it tried to make a grab for Jill's heart. Chris got up out of the couch and walked silently down the hall, feeling his way through the darkness of the apartment. Then he heard it. Jill began screaming—but it wasn't just a normal scream like a "fear-scream", it was a scream of that of a passionate scream, an orgasm. But what shocked him even more was who she was screaming. He could feel the blood pulsating throughout his body, he couldn't help it anymore.

"CHRIS!" she wailed. Was he just hearing things or was she really calling out his name? "CHRIS!" she screamed again, this time louder.

He walked closer towards the door, he cracked the door open ajar and peeked inside and found that she was still sleeping, sort of, her blanket was displayed on the floor next to hers, her body was sprawled on her bed, her smooth legs shining in the glow of the moon, in fact her entire skin was glowing under the luminous moon.

'Well, she wasn't doing anything to herself,' he thought as he pushed that factor out of his mind. 'Then why was she screaming my name?' he asked himself.

He walked closer towards Jill, she began to twitch in her sleep, her mouth was trembling, it was almost like she was having a nightmare.

'God, even in her dreams I'm not good enough for her,' he thought.

"CHRIS! CHRIS! CHRIS!" she screamed, this time not just once but thrice in a row. It made him jump with ecstasy inside. He could feel himself engorge with blood.

Jill squirmed in her bed; her body moved with such rhythm it began to make him feel hot on the inside. He could now feel himself fully erect, but he didn't know what to use it for. Jill was just there, screaming out his name and squirming while doing so, and he was there fully erect and had nothing to do with it. He didn't want to fuck her while she was sleeping, because that'd practically be like raping her, and he didn't want to rape her.

His body was now scorching hot, he began to perspire, it was maddening to have such a sensation but have no one to share it with, and that's when…

Jill woke up almost immediately for some unknown reason; she woke up screaming and then saw a figure standing in the dark. She got the closes thing she had near her, her S.T.A.R.S. standard 9 mm Beretta and was ready to fire when the shadowed figure quickly said: "Jill, wait! It's just me, Chris."

"Chris?" she said once, then suddenly feeling totally embarrassed,

'God, how long had he been there?' she asked herself because asking him.

"I—I just heard you screaming—so I thought—I…"

"You'd come to the rescue again." She reached over to her nightstand and was about to turn on the lights when Chris said, "Jill, no, don't turn on the lights just yet."

"Why not? Are you—are you…"

"No, I'm not horny, is that what you're thinking 'cause I'm not! Nope, not at all, not be, no way no how…" Chris slurred his speech as bad as his lie.

"I wasn't gonna say that. I was gonna ask you if you were wearing Claire's underwear again." She said, almost laughing. "And did you say you were horny?"

"That was only one time when I wore her underwear! No, nope—I told you I'm not," Chris said.

Jill reached over to the nightstand again, Chris had asked her to stop but she couldn't help herself but turn on the light. She wanted to see exactly what he was trying to hide. Be it his dick or not, she was still going to do it.

With a simple click of the switch the light was blinding her. But then when her vision was impaired, she saw exactly what he was trying to hide and lie to her about. There it was a hump in his jeans.

Jill couldn't help herself but feel herself turning on into high gears. "Chris," she said; she got up from her bed and walked up to him. "Chris," she said softly, bringing her hands up to his youthful face. "Chris," she said again, bringing her head and lips closer to his. "Chris," she said one last time before actually kissing him. She could feel him moving his arms around her, pulling her closer to him as they kissed on.

'I love you Chris,' she told herself while in the heat of this passion.  She could then feel his hands moving down her waist, onto her buttocks, and going lower—she was still in her pajamas, but hell, that wasn't stopping her from sex.

She pulled away from his luscious lips and began to pull down her pants, slowly as she let him watch her do so. She could see the little hump in his jeans enlarge a bit more. She had never really stripped from anyone, but she has been stripped plenty times before. Jill wasn't really a kinky person; she was your average non-kinky girl who hardly ever had sex. She was too wrapped up in work to think about it.

While she was stripping off her night shirt now, she could remember her first experience. It was back in high school when had just becoming a junior. It was on her birthday when her friends threw her a surprise party. Everyone was there, all her closes friends and her high school lover boy, Kenneth Johnson. He was probably the hottest guy on the football team.

She was back from the past and into the present as she found herself in just her bra and underwear. She then walked over to Chris and began unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his muscular chest. Everything was almost perfect about him, except for the fact that he wasn't naked yet. She pulled off his shirt, next his pants.

She reached for his hardened area and began pulling at the zipper, yanking it down, and then unbuttoning his pants, letting them drop to his knees. She then let him do the rest by himself as she watched. Jill was perspiring herself now, every bead of sweat rolled down her sleek body. Her body was scorching with love and passion.

Chris walked over to her, unclothed and hard, Jill still had on her bra so she reached for the clip behind her but he stopped her saying that he wanted to do it for her. She let him of course, in this moment of ardour.

Her breasts fell free; Chris then made a jump down to her underwear, slipping it off of her, slowly revealing what she had kept from him for such a long time. He pushed her back towards where it was most comfortable.

They were now both naked; Chris reached over to the lamp on the nightstand, not wanting wandering eyes and ears from the neighbours across from them; but like anything would quiet them from such a wondrous night.

Jill relaxed a bit as Chris slid his member into her. First starting out slow because she figured she wasn't ready yet (yeah right, after the night before with Carlos!). Then after minutes of impatience with herself she told him to speed it up, every movement filling her up with ecstasy—happiness.

Happiness was a rare feeling she had because of the life she was leading now. But now, now this, a night with the one man who had loved her from the beginning of their meeting, the one man she betrayed and was most likely using like she did to Carlos. Happiness was gone but replaced with pure orgasm and ecstasy.

Jill soon found her self rocking her body in unison with Chris, he was all too powerful. She kept herself from screaming because she was afraid she would call out Carlos's name on accident. Just thinking of that night made her hotter than ever. Right now she felt like she could take both men no matter the circumstances.

"Chri—" she screamed, but was stopped by herself because she thought she was about to yell out Carlos's name on accident. But then she couldn't help it anymore, she had to scream something to relieve her of such a great feeling. She was biting on her lip, still not wanting to scream, but something, anything, had to come out.

"CHRIS!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, letting everything out all at once.

She could feel Chris giving it his all, pushing in and out with everything he could offer her. She was filling up with joy and nothing but it. She closed her eyes for a bit and then opened them again and saw…

"CARLOS!" she wailed.

Everything stopped in time…she could feel everything draining away, all the love and passion and heat, everything was gone.

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Author's Note: Should I boost up the rating peoples? Or should it still be considered a PG13?