GOOD TO YOU

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Disclaimer: Resident Evil CAPCOM | Plot © whitemaigexxvii | Song © 투에니원

Summary: [AU] Jessica Sherawat: the girlfriend. Jill Valentine: the best friend. The lines were set fear what but it was still breached and pain is just around the corner. RATED M. Valenfield / Sherafield

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Author's Note: Hello, babies! HAPPY NEW YEAR! It's been more than a month already? Okay, I did say I'm going to update as soon as I can. This is the soonest opportunity I got. I got a new job and I need to get used to my schedule. The main reason why I got the inspiration to fit this in my busy life was because of my best friend's kind words. I'm so glad she loved the story. Thank you, Neechan! I did a few modifications and you'll see that. Wink, wink. Cheers for me coming back!

P.S.: To avoid confusion, sections written in Italics are flashbacks. That is all. :)

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CHAPTER III

I gave you my heart

Like a fool

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HEAD OVER FEET

"CHRISTOPHER, you idiot, give it back!"

"Maybe if you kick off those high-heels, you'd run a little faster."

She huffed, annoyed and spent. Stopping for a moment to catch her breath, she watched as her playmate toyed with a blue paper he scavenged inside her bag a few minutes ago. With a displeased frown on her face, she shouted back. "I'm not wearing high-heels! Mommy said they're flats!" She shouted back.

"Whatever!"

Blood boiling, she kicked off her shoes, fisted the hem of her pretty white dress and started to run as fast as her short legs would allow; her determination to catch the most annoying boy she thought she was so unfortunate to know in her seven years of existence flaring inside her chest. Her baby blue eyes watched as he waved the paper—given to her by a classmate—tauntingly at her around the vast yard of their home.

"Dear Jill," he started, snickering as he read the sloppily written words on the paper. "You light up my world with your smiles." He continued, the mischievous grin on his face steadily falling into a frown as he continuously dodged her attempts in snatching the paper from his hands. "You look so beautiful in my eyes." A deep frown settled in as he instantly came into a halt, reading the next sentence inside his head. "What the heck is this crap?" He moaned in distaste and crumpled the paper before throwing it as far as it would go.

He heard a gasp and Jill was at his side in a flash with her hands on her waist. He raised an amused eyebrow at her and as if it wasn't enough, he mockingly asked. "What?"

"That was so rude!"

He rolled his eyes at her and shrugged. "Like I care," He spat back, crossing his arms as a sign of his defiance. There was something about her very dismayed expression that unnerved him. It frustrates him that she would react so much just because of a very stupid letter. What's so good about that blasted letter, anyway?

"Besides, I was—

Chris was interrupted when arms wrapped around his waist and before he knew what was happening, he was already rolling on the ground with his seven year old friend—straight into a puddle of mud. Her startled squeal overpowered his annoyed groan. It took him a few seconds to realize that he was covered from head to toe with sticky mud. He bolted upright and searched his surroundings for the scrutinizing gaze of his mother. His mother was never a fan of him making a mess of himself and he'll never hear the end of her rants until she's satisfied. And then the fact that his friend's mother also shared the same insight with his own—only more intense—made dread settle in. Panic-stricken, he looked towards his companion and helped her up. He sighed, given the little relief that she was at least alright.

"This is so gross." She drawled, rubbing the sticky substance out of her face.

The fear of what his mother would do to him was forgotten as he watched his friend's once prim and proper appearance reduced into such a… state. Her waist length hair that was once brushed down without a single strand of hair out of place was now disheveled, some sticking on her face and arms. Her pristine white dress transformed into a sloppy chocolate brown. They locked eyes for a brief second before Jill tended to her very ruined dress.

Chris didn't know but just the look of her worrying so much just because of getting her dress dirty was enough to make him burst out in fits of laughter. Sure they'd get an earful from their parents but he couldn't careless anymore. Just the thought that they were doing things like any normal kid, without their parents holding them back, brought him in a state of elation.

"Mommy's going to be really mad." She nervously whispered, not really paying any attention to the laughing boy in front of her, more concerned about her mother's wrath. Her efforts of cleaning herself up were in vain when the grime continued to damage her dress the more she tried. With an annoyed huff, she gave up and shot a glare at the laughing boy. "This is your entire fault, Chris." When his laughs intensified, Jill grew more annoyed and searched for something to shut his obnoxious mouth up. Then it hit her.

With a sadistic smile, she bent down and scooped a handful of mud. Without a warning, she hurled the mud straight to his face. It was then her time to laugh as he coughed the disgusting substance out of his mouth. Chris threw her a vengeful glare the moment he recovered and instantly stood to his feet, ready to pounce on her but Jill acted faster. With a delighted squeal, she hurriedly ran away to gain distance but Chris was able to catch up to her and tackled her to the ground like what she did to him.

A shrill cry escaped her lips when Chris's fingers assaulted her ticklish sides. "C-Chris, don't!" Jill squeaked; joyous giggles spilling on their own accord, as her small hands eagerly tried its best to pry his attacking hands away from her sides.

"Payback, Jill." He chuckled, feeling unbelievable happiness melting inside of him in the sight of her laughing face. He just stopped when Jill was already red in the face and panting for air. "That'll teach you not to throw mud at people."

Finally catching her breath, Jill grinned. "You deserved it. You were being a jerk." She replied watching the sky turn yellow and orange by the setting sun.

Chris joined her by lying beside her, feeling the cool soil easing the exhaustion out of his body. He turned to Jill with his hazel eyes holding an unexplainable glint to it. "I'm just looking out for you, Sandwich. You're too young to have a boyfriend." He spat the last word with such disgust, it made Jill frown.

"We're both young!" She argued. "Besides, I'm turning eight soon." She stared hopeful at him, all the while beaming. She was hoping he'd get her hidden message, which he fortunately did for he replied with a toothy grin.

"Yeah, I'll make you a sandwich on your birthday."

Nodding, Jill happily stared back at the sky. "You know," She started after a brief pause. "I still like you even if you're a big meanie, Christy."

Chris closed his eyes, a small smile on his face. "Me too," he whispered.

Peaceful silence engulfed the both of them and they wondered to themselves how long it would last. Well, it didn't last that long when shrieks of terror reached their ears with their names being called. They looked at each other and grinned. At least as they face the wrath of their parents, they have each other.

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A MUFFLED thud followed by an annoyed screech broke the seemingly quiet—save for the background noise coming from the open television—surrounding of Jill Valentine's living room. With her shoulder length hair feeling wet and sticky, Jill pushed herself off a very muscular body and glared at the snickering man on her carpeted floor. Seeing her chance, she snatched the phone from his hand and was quick to dispose a very embarrassing picture of her taken when she was about to doze off in the middle of their movie session. Finally achieving her goal, Jill threw the device back to a still chuckling Redfield.

"Ass," She muttered and groaned when she realized the snack they ordered earlier became her new shirt's decoration. She pushed the wet strands of hair out of her face before punching her best friend's leg. She still couldn't believe how their peaceful movie marathon turned into a vigorous tackle session.

Leave it to Chris to be so fucking annoying.

She threw him another annoyed glare and started to rumble on about how much of a childish idiot he was. She didn't know if she'll get mad at him for pulling a cheap prank like that at his age or slap herself for letting it get to her at her age. They actually tackled each other over a phone, on a couch, like they were still kids fighting over a candy. And before Jill could stop herself, they already crashed to the floor, knocking over their orders on them.

"This is a new shirt, too. Your idiocy needs to be quarantined. It's contagious." Jill ranted on, cursing when the offending orange flavored cola seeped through the fabric of her light blue shirt. That would surely stain.

Chris Redfield pushed himself off the floor and chuckled at the look of her dishevelment, the scene reminding him of something back when they were kids. Reaching out, he pulled a piece of shredded lettuce out of her cola dosed hair before tucking the strands behind her ear, his thumb instinctively caressing the side of her face with such gentleness that threw her off guard.

Jill noticeably tensed, her whole body going rigid, the surge of sudden warmth making her nerves crackle. Her mind was screaming at her to pull away, to be rational and think about more consequences that would arise if she were to fall prey to his intoxicating touches again. However, her body remained frozen, unmoving, and Chris seemed to notice for a worried frown marred his face seconds later.

They were only a few meters apart but Chris—like always—didn't care much about personal space for he leaned closer until his face was a few inches from hers, examining her blank expression as if trying to make sense of it. "Jill, are you alright?" He softly asked; worry hanging thickly over his tone.

The sound of his voice drew her out of her petrified state, and as if on cue, she pulled away from his smothering proximity; her breath shallow and cheeks aflame. She opted to give him a quick nod, not trusting her voice to prove a point. She hurriedly pushed herself to her feet and groaned. "I need to shower." She declared, clearing the awkwardness that surrounded the brief silence by offering a quick glance. "You should, too." She added when she caught sight of his state.

With a frown on his face, Chris struggled to remain in control of his already spiking mood. He was already there. He was about to make her feel at ease with his presence but everything went to hell the moment he became too close. In all the years they've been together, he had never seen her react that way with his proximity; as if the air she shares with him is burning her lungs. It confuses and frustrates him how a simple move could make her cower back into a shell she had made around her in his presence. He wanted to understand the situation, to give a good reason behind her odd behavior but the more he thinks about it, the more he's drawn to the conclusion that he was the reason.

Whatever his role in this reason might be, he knows that she will not tell him about it. And her gesture of turning her back from her was enough proof. As deep hurt clenched his heart, he exploded.

Jill was at a loss of words when she was forcefully yanked back, a surprised yelp escaping her lips. He held her shoulders with firm hands as his beautiful hazel eyes pierced her soul. He was looking at her intently; concern, annoyance, and other different kinds of emotions flashing in those eyes that she couldn't place. As she held his intense gaze, she was trapped in a daze and for a moment, she couldn't find it in her to look away.

"Why are you so adamant in dodging me?" He hissed, control slowly slipping, chest constricting with the aching emotions he had yet to place or give meaning to. Her silence wasn't making it easier for him, either. And when he saw fear flash for the briefest moment in those blue eyes, he flattered. He loosened his grip on her shoulder and stepped back. He knew then that he really was the reason.

"Tell me, Jill. Did I do something?" He whispered, trying to mask his desperation. He had received a fatal blow from Jessica and he couldn't afford to lose his best friend, too. It would just be too much, even for a strong man like him.

His question shook her whole world and in an instant, her eyes were on him; the hurt she saw in those eyes gripping her conscience that will surely scar her psyche for life. She wanted to reach out to him, gather him into her arms and comfort him but she couldn't find her strength as she stood there, dumbfounded. She blamed so many things for what led her to that fateful night but it never crossed her mind to blame him for her weakness, for giving in. She never blamed him for things that pushed them to the act. But she realized now that by shying away from him—ignoring him—was sending signals that tell him it was his fault. That she blames him for a thing he knew nothing about. She felt sick as bile rose to her throat.

"You did nothing, okay?" She replied, unsure if she made a point because the consolation she offered was weak and would come out as a lie in his ears.

Well, it did.

She was so prepared for his raised voice but his outburst was what she did not expect from him. With a sneer, he yelled. "Do you really think I'm gullible, Jill? I can take that shit from other people but not from you! I expect more from you. If I did anything, what's wrong in telling? You never have problems telling me that you hate me for doing something before. What the fuck changed?"

She was stunned into silence and couldn't find her words. All she was capable of doing at the moment was watch him blew off some steam and take his words to heart. What changed? Her feelings for him, that's what changed. She knew the answer but wouldn't dare voice it out for fear that she'll face a future without him. But isn't her silence and restrain in doing something the same as pushing him away?

"If I mean anything—anything to you at all, throw me a fucking bone! Here I am, doing things for you and you shun me away. Is that what our friendship means to you now?"

His biting remarks were like a slap to the face and her apprehension warped into anger; his hurtful accusation that she holds little regard over their lifelong bond finally setting her off and hitting her square in the gut. In a matter of seconds, she was already glaring him down, her better judgments clouded with hurt and anger.

"What do you even want me to say? What do you want to hear? I didn't ask for you to do things for me because from the start you rarely ever did so why start now? I couldn't care less about what shit you pull. Just so you know it's not a fucking help!" The words flew off without a moment's thought or hesitation. She was so upset, so disappointed of how low Chris thought about her feelings for him. Their friendship means the whole world to her and if only things were different, she'll even want more to get the gravity of her love across. And she was so confident that he knew how much he means to her only to find out that it still fell short.

Silence.

All remnants of hurt and anger were completely washed away from his face and all that remained was dreadful shock. Jill also fell into shock about the uttered words; their meaning was like trains hitting her over and over. Taunting realization of how her words sting more painfully than his ever did crippled her, making her heart constrict inside her ribcage. It was an unconceivable mistake on her part. Her mind urged her to reach out, take back her words and apologize but the fear seemed to have gripped her on the spot. There was no turning back.

They both know it.

"Well, I'm sorry for being an exacerbating bastard." He huffed and brushed past her without looking her in the eye.

Jill felt her heart plummet to an unknown void before it shattered to tiny pieces. What had she done? She was not supposed to say that. If anything, she should be thankful that at least he was able to sense her distress. That he was trying his very best to cheer her up and take her mind away from what was bothering her. But therein lays the whole problem. Chris was a part of her agony. The more he tried to make her forget, the more she remembers. His smell, his warmth, his body, everything about him screamed of what she truly wants. She craves for him. The blazing need to be near him was making her heart ache. Her memories of that night were still fresh as she struggled to find ways in how to cope. And with Chris being there, so close and yet so far, made it painfully apparent that she couldn't.

And, unfortunately, Chris doesn't know about those things.

How long will she hide? She knows her time is running thin with every distance stretched away from him, with every step he took. Is this the part where she'd lose him? Is this the part where she'll face the same world, only this time completely alone?

Dread settled upon the realization and Jill didn't know where she got her strength to turn, to stop him before he gets out that door. But when things are bound to get worse, it will.

Because before she could draw in a breath, her ears were pierced by the loud bang of her front door. It was a sound of a good-bye and before she knew it, she was already on the floor; repeating the words she said earlier only completely doing the opposite.

"I'll never cry for you."

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Even if your love destroys me

And hurts me

You're the only one for me

My love starts and ends with you

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THERE WERE no birthdays or special holidays to celebrate that day. In fact it was just another ordinary day yet Jill felt like it was as special as the occasions she often spent with her loved ones, peaceful and very relaxing. As fresh air caressed her face and made her short, brown hair sway with the breeze, she made herself as comfortable as she could possibly get with the extra weight on her thigh. A pleasured sigh escaped her lips as she leaned her head against an apple tree, feeling the wind against her skin and letting the sweet melody from birds lull her to sleep.

Jill was more than thankful that her parents chose to spend the vacation out of the city. It was nice to see calm, green fields with lots of flowers and a few trees for shade instead of towering buildings and crowded roads for a change. What's more, she's spending it with the Redfields and Burtons. It was the kind of peace she was looking for after a very hectic life in High School.

Smiling, Jill glanced back at the book she was reading. She was already half-way through a page when she heard footsteps not far from her before arms found their way around her own.

"You know, I'm getting really jealous."

All Jill could do was laugh at the childish statement and turned a page, but not really reading. She just did it on purpose to get a reaction because a part of her was curious and another part simply took pleasure in teasing. Just as she expected, she was playfully shoved.

"How come you get to monopolize my brother and I can't?"

This time, Jill looked and saw a pout, making her give an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry, Claire. I don't really know."

Claire huffed and crossed her arms over her chest, still pouting. "Maybe Chris likes you so much he just can't stay away."

Jill closed her book and regarded the younger Redfield with an amused expression. It had never crossed her mind that the young man napping peacefully, his head comfortably using her thigh as a pillow, would like her that way and vice versa. The way Chris thinks, topped with his behavioral patterns, can be really complicated but he never really let her thinks that he viewed her as anything more than a friend and Jill felt the same. They just like hanging around each other even if they would bicker about the silliest of things. Liking him, romantically, was never in her list of options.

But Claire Redfield seems to have other things running beneath that skull. This was not the first time she insisted that the probability of them liking each other isn't just a baseless claim; that they just might be unaware of it at the moment.

With a sigh, Jill rolled her eyes. "Not this again, Claire. You know we'll never like each other that way." It sounded really silly for Jill. She viewed Chris like an older brother and liking him was like agreeing on the concept of incest. The thought made her shudder, all the while shaking the thought from her mind. Nope, it will never happen.

Never say never, Jill.

"Okay, fine. But if you cry because you like him and realized it too late, I don't want to hear you say I'm right." Claire plainly stated, dropping the subject altogether as she stretched and occupied Jill's other thigh, making herself comfortable.

Jill could only chuckle at the younger Redfield's antics. She smiled, fully realizing that she didn't really care where she was. Having them, as they enjoy the warmth she provided, was enough to sooth her mind and makes her feel at ease. It felt like she was cradling her world on her lap.

"You won't catch me arguing. But if I can't walk for the coming years of my life, you and your lazy excuse of a brother will be held accountable." She replied, patting the younger Redfield on her arms.

Claire only gave a noise she thought was indifference. Jill sighed and opted to look at the beautiful scenery in front of her. The moment of silence made her really reflect on Claire's words. Well, she was wondering whether the probability was completely impossible or not. She had been with Chris all her life and she felt nothing close to what they would call 'Love'. But what is Love, really? Is it a feeling that would leave you up all night thinking about that special someone? Or was it simply a feeling?

Jill scowled and glared at the surprisingly asleep redhead. Claire and her out-of-this-world ideas. Jill didn't know if it was because Claire only wanted to really be her sister or it's just an obvious assumption. Pinching the bridge of her nose, Jill set her book aside and threw a quick glance at the sleeping young man on her lap before vehemently shaking the thought from her head. "No, I'd never like a knucklehead. Over my dead body," She whispered. Not only was the thought stupid for her ears to hear, but also downright repulsive.

"Careful there, Valentine. You might eat your words someday."

Her eyes instantly flew to the owner of the voice. Chris was gazing at her with an unnerving glint in his eyes and a smug smirk to boot, that sent electric bolts up and down her spine. Without a warning, she jerked her thigh; his head hitting the ground. "Yeah, you can tell that to my ass, Chris."

Recovering, he inched closer in an unhurried pace; his arms trapping her in place. Jill could only stare as he moved his face closer to hers, so close she can feel his breath fanning her face. She did not dare to push him away and viewed his advancement as an open challenge. His grin was so wide Jill feared he'd tear his own cheeks. "I like your ass a long time ago."

All colors drained from her face as he stared long and hard at her with that unabashed grin on his face. She stayed in a daze for a few seconds before slapping him upside the head just to hide her embarrassment. Chris hissed and held his head on instincts before throwing her a glare. Jill glared back and shoved him back so she would have enough space to regain her composure.

"Jeez, I was only joking. You take things too seriously, Jill." The unreadable sparkle in his eyes was long gone, replaced by the playfulness she's used to seeing in them. This simple observation brought ease in her mind and she relaxed, a small smile forming on her face.

"If I didn't know any better, I might have fallen for your stupid jokes a long time ago."

The funny look she received from him almost made her crack but she held it in, watching him—poker-faced—as he raised an eyebrow. "Wait, are you saying that there's a chance of you liking me? Is that where you're getting at?"

"Yeah,"

He was silent for a while before an exaggerated gasp escaped his lips. "Why didn't you say so earlier? I would change anything in my life for you to like me."

Jill rolled her eyes and laughed, reaching for her book and opening it to where she left off before Claire interrupted. She knew Chris was only toying with her so she chose not to respond and just get back at her book. She knew Chris enough to know that the boundaries they set between each other will never be crossed. Ever. She's fully contented at what they have at that point and she couldn't see herself asking any more in the future. Period.

She felt weight on her thigh once more, Chris once again claiming his earlier spot, which she really didn't mind. "Sometimes I ask myself why I can't fall in love with you, you know." He quietly asked after a short pause.

Jill peeled her eyes off her book and cast him a confused look. She's having doubts on where this conversation was heading. It felt wrong walking the path, especially when there's another person who'd have a chance on listening in. It's not that she didn't trust Claire, it just felt really weird. Chancing a glance on the younger Redfield, she was silently pleased to know that she's still in peaceful slumber. It seemed like the noise they made earlier wasn't enough to tear her from the comfort of sleep. It really did take too much energy hiking to get to where they were at the moment.

"I mean, we know each other like the back of our hands. We'd make a perfect couple." Chris's serious tone coaxed her eyes to look back at him.

Their eyes locked and time felt suspended for her. She took her time to consider his words and she found that they were true. They'd make a perfect couple. The only drawback was they knew each other too much to know it's impossible. Friendship and love come hand in hand. You love your friend and you treat your lover like a friend.

But love and friendship has one thing separating each other.

Treatment.

Complications may arise and Jill is smart enough not to risk their friendship. Chris is too important for her to lose just because she wanted to answer the question 'what if'. It was not worth it. "It's true we'd make a perfect couple. That's why it's impossible." She replied and he nodded.

"No couple is perfect, after all." He whispered with closed eyes.

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She who is in your eyes right now

Can you feel the excitement

That you have been longing for so long?

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Fiery blue eyes darted back and forth between the analogue clock and his apartment's front door. The whole place was dead silent, save for the impatient tapping of her heels against the floor wood. Shivers ran up and down her spine as she waited for what felt like forever and her tolerance for being alone the whole duration of her stay already wearing thin. Where was he? She was sure to remind him that she was coming over but it seemed that he forgot. Again.

The thought made her frown. Lately he's been so out of it. He's been getting really cold and despondent. Was he really that stressed out with work? Or was he being bothered by some kind of problem that he didn't want to share to her?

Or maybe, he found out?

She shook the thought away, laughing inside her mind in the absurdity of the idea. She's been very careful to conceal everything that would point to her deeds. It's impossible for him to know and if he did know, it's not like she deliberately did what she had done. It was his fault in the first place.

For neglecting her in times when she needed him the most.

For caring so much for that woman instead of her.

Jill Valentine.

Her mood suddenly turned bitter when her mind wandered off to that stupid excuse of a woman. Even the sound of her name was like bombs exploding inside her ears and making her head spin in disgust. She hadn't held such high hatred for the woman upon their first meeting. In fact, they seemed to get along pretty well, as far as her memory served her. The only thing was things started heading south when she fully realized just how much of a threat that woman holds against her relationship with her boyfriend. It was like a poison, so potent and destructive that she must try every chance she gets to remedy the effects it had on her boyfriend. After all, it was never in her vocabulary to share. It didn't sit well with her that Jill would be a part of his worries when he already had her.

Call it jealousy, she didn't give a damn. As long as she still holds possession over him, she'll make it painfully apparent that she's superior to that woman when it comes to him. Open hatred towards Jill Valentine is the only thing she had in mind to get her point across. Jill needs to know just how much she hated her presence and the effects it had on her. It was stifling. She's threatened, maybe? Who wouldn't be? One way or another, that woman always gets dragged into the picture and it made her sick to the stomach. What did that woman have to be so adored by many? The answer to that, she thinks she'll never know and she felt like not knowing.

She was also not about to lower her pride and make friends with her. Well, she tried but she knew it takes more than trying to get the both of them to mix. In short, it was impossible.

Glancing back at the clock, her frown turned into a full-blown scowl. It's already past his shift! Where the hell would he be in the middle of the night?

Maybe he's with her again.

Feeling her blood boil with overwhelming disappointment, she slammed the glass of wine she was holding for the last half hour back on the coffee table. She had had enough of waiting and failing time and time again so she decided to finally ditch the place since the owner obviously has no plans of coming home anytime soon.

It made her wonder just how much she wanted to be with him because the moment she stood up from her position, an invisible force nudged her to fall back and wait just a few more minutes. She can't deny the fact that she needs to see him and be with him overpowered her need to find excitement elsewhere.

Because her Chris Redfield is the complete epitome of excitement.

His warmth, his smell, his dominating presence, his body on hers was enough to set her body aflame with want and need. No one could ever give her the thrill that he could provide with just a simple glance. She tried to remedy the ache she felt inside whenever he's away by being with other men but it's not enough. It was never enough.

She needed him like how her lungs yearned so much for air.

And she wanted to be with him tonight.

But how could she? He won't even answer her calls, won't even send a simple message. And truth be told, it was driving her insane and she was left with two choices: to stay and wait a little longer or find a temporary remedy though it'll only leave her short of being satisfied.

Hating the feeling the impractical circumstances left her, she took her purse and prepared to leave but a looming figure blocked her path and made her heart jump to her throat in utter surprise. It took her a moment to realize that the person she was waiting for finally arrived and it took another moment to calm her erratic heartbeat down. Clutching her chest, she glared at him.

"You scared me, Chris!" She groaned but the irritation she felt suddenly evaporated into nothingness when their eyes met. She was momentarily unable to catch her breath at the sight of him just standing there, eyes predatory, body language suggesting that he was restraining himself from something. Everything about him at that moment screamed dominance and it made her knees weak.

"Jessica," His husky voice sent pleasurable shivers to run up and down her spine and she found herself inching closer, aching to touch him in his wholeness.

As if on autopilot, her arms found themselves around his neck and their breaths mingled with each other. She sighed at the feel of his chest against her. It's been far too long and being away from him made her realized just how much she yearned to be as close to him as possible. A smile found its way to her face when he affectionately inhaled her scent.

"Missed me?" She playfully asked as her fingers played with his unruly brown locks. She reveled in the warmth of his body and she'd do anything just to have him tonight. The ache of not being able to be intimate with him for a while was undeniably killing her. It was not her intention to find comfort in the arms of another but the loneliness of not having him was just too unbearable. The moment made her whole body tremble with guilt and she just wanted to forget it all while melting in his sweet, sweet love.

Large hands possessively roamed all over her back, hinting the answer he would certainly give but her heart still longed to hear it come from his lips.

"Yeah,"

And just like that, his lips devoured hers in a pleasure-filled kiss. She was lost in his enchanting touches and her mind went blank as she gave in to that intoxicating kiss. As expected, it soon became more powerful and before she could object—like she would really object to what she wanted from the start—he was already gripping the hem of her blouse. It was out of the way in a matter of seconds.

The next events came like a blur to her as she found herself screaming in pleasure as he mercilessly pounded inside her with unrelenting passion that consumed everything she came to know. He was fast, forceful, but she loved every moment their bodies touch like it had never been before. She loved being close, feeling her claim over him, feeling his raw passion as he relished his lust for her.

And as she held on to him like he was her anchor to sanity, she finally knew why she loved him from the start. It's not because of the excitement he provides but because she felt like she's the only one existing in his world while they made love. Jill or anybody isn't important as long as she's in his arms. With every breath he drew, her name would spill. It was ecstasy in its finest.

"Chris!" She screamed; exploding lights blinding her as her climax raked her body in tidal waves. In her frenzied haze, she heard him grunt her name as he, too, came with one final thrust.

There was a moment of silence as they tried to catch their breath while basking in the afterglow of their love making. He held her close, their bodies sticky with sweat and their own essence. She was contented just staying there in his arms, feeling protected and loved. The need to sleep was quick to claim her thoughts but his voice, or rather his mind-blowing statement, wrenched the thought of it away from her mind and she was more than wide awake.

"Marry me."

She searched those hazel eyes and found nothing but seriousness in them. The glint it held hypnotizing her that only one word fell from her lips; not thinking about anything else but the gravity of the statement.

"Yes,"

And for once, Jessica Sherawat was happy that she was finally his and his alone.

•xoxoxo•

I try to erase and erase you

But I keep drawing you

•xoxoxo•

Author's Note: How's New Year's celebration, guys? I hope everyone is happy and I also wish 2015 would be civil to everyone! Thanks to all those wonderful people who reviewed! I want to hear the thoughts of everyone who're reading this. And before you kill me for not update soon enough, please give me the chance to say I'm really, really sorry! By the way, the cosplay event was a blast. I just wanted to say that. HAHA. Okay, I feel like the last part was rushed. Sorry about that but I have work tomorrow and I want to be good and update today! Another random thought: why is Chris so frigging edible in Resident Evil 6? I just couldn't resist his smexy character design in that game!

ANYWAY! I'm going to sleep now! See you next chapter guys. I hope it wouldn't take me as long as I did with this one. Please review so I could have the motivation?

KYAAAAH! Resident Evil Remaster HD is coming out really soon! Who's going to grab it? I'm sure that I'll be. XD

TOODLES!

•xoxoxo•

Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil or any of its characters because CAPCOM owns them! I also do not own the lyrics of the song Good to You and Gotta be You, which was featured here. They are owned by YGENTERTAINMENT and 2NE1. [January 1, 2015 | 22:56]