1 The water boiled, the bubbles rising quickly. Noira turned down the heat slightly, set a digital timer for nine minutes, and poured macaroni noodles into the steaming water. She was wearing a black skirt, a silver blouse, a silver necklace with a heart charm, high heeled black shoes, and a golden ring with a heart shaped diamond. Her hair was up in a sloppy temporary bun that had many pieces falling apart, and wore a pink frilly apron over her nice clothes.
She took a swig of liquid of some kind from a glass bottle, and then stirred the pot with a long wooden spoon. She jumped slightly as a man with brown hair and blue eyes began to kiss her neck. He wore black pants and a white undershirt tank top. His massive muscles were exposed, and his arms curved around Noira's body.
"I didn't hear you come home..." she mumbled as she turned to face her future husband. He pulled her into his strong embrace, the wooden spoon falling to the floor with a clatter. They kissed, her lips lingering on his. They abandoned the macaroni and retreated to a nearby couch, their lips never parting.
Noira's back was pressed against the rough fabric of the couch, Matt, her fiancé, leaning over her, supported by strong arms placed on both sides of her head. Her long black hair had been freed of it's ties, and cascaded over the arm of the sofa, and draped over her own arm which hung loosely over the edge of the cushion. Matt kissed her again, his arms now wrapped around her delicate frame.
God, she loved him.
Matt buried his head under her chin, kissing the soft skin on her neck and on the curve of her shoulder. She ran her fingers through his spiked hair, giggling slightly as his lips wandered below the top of her shirt, soft fingers slowly undoing the top button of her blouse.
"Ring... Ring..." the timer alerted the couple that the noodles were done cooking. Matt's head went limp on her chest, and he sighed.
"Shit." Noira cursed, and her lover got up, offering a hand to help her off the couch.
After they had finished Noira's 'make shift long day at work KRAFT tm macaroni and cheese', and she had finished up some paperwork, the couple collapsed into their queen sized bed. The silk sheets were cool against Matt's skin, but the chill receded immediately when his fiance's soft warm skin, and the lace of her lingerie was pressed gently on his chest.
She turned, placing her raven head on his chest, his muscles expanding slowly as he breathed. Matt could smell the soft scent of her perfume wash over him as she moved closer. Their hands were brought together, fingers intertwined, and he could feel her long lashes brush against his skin as she closed her eyes.
Noira released her lovers hand and ran careful, wandering fingers up his arm, running them slowly down the grooves of his muscles. Matt's well defined muscles twitched as they tingled at her touch. He moaned quietly when she replaced her fingers with her lips.
He brought her head up, with his other hand moving her chin, from his arm reluctantly, but he wanted to return the favor. He began to kiss her, but this time more passionate then before. His tongue danced in her mouth, sending electric shivers through their bodies. They held the kiss for a while, Noira caressing his chest. When he finally released her they were both panting slightly, and her eyes were shimmering with lust.
Matt began to move his hands to her chest, massaging the soft skin there. Noira breathed in sharply, and sighed in pleasure. He brought her closer and tenderly caressed the sides of her face and neck, her head was now bent upward, eyes closed, soft hair flowing down her back. He brushed the raven strands away and began to toy with the clasp to her bra.
Matt woke up the next morning, brushed his teeth, and spiked his hear. He checked the digital clock on the bedside stand that read 6:03.
"Time to get up, Sleeping Beauty." he whispered, and walked over to Noira's side of the bed and stood over her. Black hair radiated from her head in different directions, spread across the pillow and crowning her face. He ran a hand down the curves of her body and then down the side of her soft face. Her smooth skin and the look of innocence on her face made his spine tingle. He moved her face up gently by the chin and kissed her.
He did not release the kiss until he knew that she was awake, because her hand wrapped around his neck loosely.
"Morning." he said breathlessly. She smiled but moaned lightly.
"Are you sure? It's too early." she sighed.
Matt left the bedroom just as Noira began to apply black mascara onto her already brown thick, long lashes. He was still dressed in only his boxers when he prepared a gourmet breakfast for his fiancé and himself- two bowls of Fruit Loops tm. He had a low income job and even though Noira worked at a top secret research facility they didn't exactly rake in millions. What they did earn they usually put in a savings account.
"We don't need money, just love for each other." Noira always told him. Matt smiled at the memory.
A few minutes later he returned to their bedroom to summon Noira, and put on some clothes. He ended up standing, transfixed, in the doorframe. Noira was pulling a light blue shirt on over her lacy black bra, otherwise only clothed in matching lace underwear. She stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the shirt to make her breasts look bigger. Matt moaned quietly and she turned to him at the sound.
"You had better stop that," he told her, "You're making me horny and I need to put on some pants." She laughed and picked up a pair of black pants and a matching belt.
"Then I had better help you." She threaded the belt through the pants and helped him slide them on, buttoning them slowly.
"And a shirt." he motioned to a nearby white tank top undershirt and a light blue nice shirt. She retrieved both, and helped him into the undershirt first, running her fingers along his muscular chest as she pulled it down. She felt the large muscles on his arm before continuing, her chest pressed against his. She pulled each arm through a sleeve of the blue shirt, and buttoned the front up sadly, for it covered his strong chest and arms.
"Better?"
"Yeah..." he mumbled in response, adding a smile. Noira pulled on a skirt for herself and added a long white lab coat. Next she pinned an ID tag to the right upper pocket of the uniform coat and frowned at the picture of herself on it.
"What?" Matt asked her, "I think that it's a beautiful picture. Although..." he smiled mischievously, "It doesn't quite capture the emerald green of your eyes, or the depths of your raven hair, or the fullness of your soft, large lips, or the..." Noira put a manicured finger to his lips and replaced it with her own, which were light pink and shining from lipstick. She lightly bit his lower lip affectionately and he pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her skinny waist.
They had just begun another more passionate kiss when the phone rang.
"Always something." Matt murmured angrily.
"Well," Noira smiled, "I had just dressed you."
Matt received the call, which took almost five minutes, and then returned to her just as she had picked up a black briefcase. His look of concern and excitement told he that something was up.
"Something happened. I think it's the big one." she looked at him questioningly and he continued,
"That was Lisa on the phone, something happened in the hive. They have a fire alarm going off and there's a lock down happening. She doesn't know exactly what happened, but it could be related to one of the experiments. I'm going to find Alice before Umbrella does if the Red Queen had upped her defenses. She might help me find out what happened."
"But you're not going to... going to..." Noira stammered, clearly scared, "go down there?"
"Not if I can help it." he told her, trying to be reassuring.
"Oh Matt..." she whispered, burying her face in his shirt. She did this when she was scared or nervous.
"Nothing's going to happen, OK? Everything will be fine..." he wrapped his arms around her, hoping to be of some comfort. She soon released her head from his chest as a new thought struck her.
"But Matt! What if it's worse than just an escaped experiment!?! What if a virus leaked out? T, or even G!" she adopted another painfully helpless look and he couldn't resist the urge to hold her.
"There could be hundreds of infected people, you can't go down there, even if it could ruin Umbrella, there's no way you could survive... rather, survive unmutated."