The Devil's Bargain

Six:

Let's Get Ready to Rumble

Raccoon City, 1997

He crawled toward her and she opened her legs for him. Good or bad, she thought, who would say no to that face of his? He collapsed on top of her and put his ear on her chest. She wrapped her legs around him and her hands settled in his hair.

They panted, softly, and deeply. The breeze blew across the bed and tickled their sweat slick skin. She stroked his hair, staring at the ceiling.

He wasn't her type. He wasn't. He wasn't wrong about the pretty boy thing. It was usually her type. Chris was hot, hands down, hot and tall and pretty close to getting ripped out. He was gorgeous and that coppery skin of his looked amazing next to the milk paleness of hers. But he wasn't her usual kettle of fish.

What was it about him?

He licked her breast and she shivered. Well there was THAT. Freight train fucking was a big part of it. But it was just him. He laughed. He was guileless and loving. And real. She was crushing on him pretty hard. But it wasn't anything really concerning.

Until five minutes ago. Now she was crushing on him pretty bad and it was a little concerning. Because she liked him in her life. A lot. And she was pretty sure getting involved as a bad idea.

She looked at him in the mirror. She touched his sweaty spine, she slid her hand over one of those biceps. Not even flexed and they were hard. He was big on lifting, trying to put on muscle. She wondered what he'd look like if he ever did.

He lifted his head and looked at her. "I think my dick fell off."

And she laughed. "Seriously?"

"Oh yeah. You're a goddess. You fuck like a porn star. I'm pretty much hard for you like…" He seemed to consider it, "Like six days a week."

"What's the seventh day?"

"That's the day of rest."

She laughed and he leaned up and kissed her.

Oh.

But he was grinning.

"Food?"

Jill snorted. "Men. Dicks and bellys."

"True story. Pasta?"

"Why not?"

"Cool." He rolled off her and she laid there, staring at the ceiling. She was over thinking it. He wasn't doing anything but being good in bed. He was, hands down, the best she'd ever had. He just got it. He knew what she wanted and where to give it and how hard. That spanking? Jesus. He was so dirty. So few guys wanted to get dirty with her. Too many of them trying to be the man and miss the point of a good sweaty romp in the sheets.

They ate pasta naked in bed. She turned on the tv and they watched reruns of In the Heat of the Night. She set aside her pasta bowl and shifted over. He glanced at her, pulled her arm, and put her in front of him. She wrapped his arms around her and he looped one leg over hers and settled it between her legs.

She said, "This show is stupid. It's all bad acting."

"Seriously. What else is on?"

They ended up watching the news. He wondered if she was aware that she was rubbing his thigh absently. She just liked the springy hair there.

She wondered if he was aware he kept kissing her neck while he talked to her. She was. She liked it. She thought it was probably more like boyfriend shit. But she liked it.

She said, "You believe this shit with the cannibals? Where are they hiding?"

"I have no clue. Seriously. We've looked everywhere."

"You think they're in the mountains?"

"Honestly? No. It's too far out. No way to snatch and grab that far out."

"True."

"Wish those fuckers with the bombs would show up though."

"I hear you. Last time? That shop by the mall? Awful."

"Yeah it was pretty fucking bad."

The phone rang and surprised them both. Chris didn't let go of her but grabbed it from the nightstand. "Yo."

She rolled her face a little against the soft hair that played over his nipples. She nipped one and he gave her those eyes she loved. She could feel him hard and ready against her back now. She gave him wide eyes.

He laughed silently and shook his head. Her hand slid down and wrapped around him behind her back. She stroked him, pleasing them both.

"Yeah. Yeah? You bet. Let me know."

He hung up the phone.

"Everything ok?"

"Yeah. Work stuff. Might be a mission happening."

"Oh yeah? Should we go in?"

"Not yet." He watched her, watched her eyes, while she worked his body. "Cheese and rice, Valentine. Again?" His voice was hoarse and he grinned at her.

"Why not? It's rainy. Nothing else happening. You want to play video games?"

"No. Keep playing with my dick."

"Don't be dirty, Chris Redfield."

"You like dirty."

"True. Shower?"

"Shower."

She laughed as he dragged her up, hooked her under his arm upside down, and carried her like a sack of flour into the bathroom.

They ended up in the bathtub, end to end, covered in bubbles.

He said, "You tell anyone I took a bubble bath, I will whoopie cushion you in front of Wesker."

"Too late. You already did."

Chris laughed, rubbing her little foot in his hand. She used the other to play with his body in the water. The delicious thing, she was trying to kill him.

"What's the mission?"

"Potentially they're saying they might have found the cultists responsible for the bombings."

"Yeah? Really?"

"Apparently. They're coordinating a raid. So we're in if it goes down."

"Fucking sweet. Enough simulations. Let's get out there."

"Right?"

"I hope it goes down like that. Seriously. I took this job to kick asses and fight. We mostly just sit around twiddling our thumbs and playing with ourselves. Wesker is great about keeping us active when he can. But we're wasted there at those desks all day. So many better things we could be doing."

"Yeah? Like fucking?"

Oh. His mouth. It worked every time.

He slipped his hand through the water and put two fingers in her. Just like that. He hooked his thumb up, flicked twice over her body, curled those fingers in her a few times and she came, gasping, twitching.

She was, without a doubt, the most sexual creature he'd ever put his hands on. She was all feeling and touch. She was vocal and in touch with her body and her wants. It was a constant surprise to him. She was a dude with tits and he was mad for her.

He slid his hand back and washed her foot.

Jill shivered in the water. She laughed and shifted, sliding over him in the water. Yeah, he thought, the sexiest thing he'd ever seen. She licked his chest, lapping at the water there. She scent marked him, licking and nipping at his collarbone and his neck. She settled over his lap and rubbed herself all over his dick.

Fuck.

He gripped handfuls of her hair and fucked her mouth with his tongue.

She couldn't even believe how good he was at it. I don't lie, he'd said that first day. He didn't. He was by turns a complete goof and a hero in romance novel. He just knew how to turn her, how to kiss her, how to take her. And it was incredible.

She started to shift and put him inside her and he shook his head.

Oh. Of course. The condom.

He was also an utter gentleman about some things.

She grabbed his face and put it back against the tiles. "You fucking anybody else right now?"

He met her eyes, breathing heavy, "Right now? In this tub? I don't think so but let me check."

"Be serious, you idiot. Are you?"

"No. Just you."

"Me too. Stop being a fucking boy scout."

She slid her hand around him and rubbed him over her. He made some sound in his throat and rubbed his hands over her ass. "Jesus."

Jill laughed a little. She grabbed his face again. "Let's amend the rules here a little."

He licked her mouth. She shivered. "Maybe we don't fuck other people while we're fucking."

"Maybe huh?"

"Yeah. Not dating. Just…fucking."

"You want to exclusively fuck me?"

She gave him bland eyes.

"Maybe I should consult my horoscope. It said not to make any serious sexual commitments while Jupiter is in flux and Mercury is in retrograde. So…"

"Are you ever serious?"

"Yes?"

She slapped his chest a little.

"Tell me what you want, Jill. That was always our deal."

"For right now, we only fuck each other."

"Sounds good. Are we together?"

"No. We're not together. We're friends. We still can date. Just no..fucking."

"Deal."

She looked at his face. "You ok with that?"

"Sure. I like fucking you. No interest in fucking other chics when I'm getting it from you. Keep jumping on my dick, I'll keep it out of other girls. Seems fair."

"Cool." She shifted a little and slid him against her body again.

"Woah there. Friends don't bareback their friends. It's the unspoken rule of the booty call."

She laughed at him. He was such a goof. Was he never without humor in those eyes? She kinda loved him. And she knew she didn't want him fucking other girls. So it was something.

She said, "Shut up, you boyscout. Don't get me pregnant."

"No promises. Redfield men are potent. We get girls pregnant by coming in the wind. True story."

She laughed now. She laughed and gave up trying to mount him. She fell against his chest laughing. He cuddled her, grinning.

"You did that on purpose."

"Maybe. I'm a good guy, Jill. I'd love to throw you down and fuck you bare and raw. No lie."

Holy hell. That worked. She was turned on again.

"But good guys don't go skin to skin with girls. Not without marrying them first."

"What a thing to say." She lifted his head to look at him. "You mean that."

"I do. You want me to be your guy? I'll slip you the sweaty, bare, naked Chris Redfield any time."

"You are my guy. And did you just refer to yourself in the third person?"

"Chris Redfield does that."

"He's a douche."

"He takes offense to that."

Jill chuckled and kissed him. He grabbed her ass and rolled her over his body. That meaty shaft of his brushed all the right places. She shivered and liked it.

She liked him too. The idiot.

He rubbed himself all over her. He rubbed himself against her clit, against her cleft. He was such a dirty man. He tortured her.

She leaned back, "Enough, boyscout. Give it to me." He was laughing as she tried to take his dick and put it in her.

It was the sexiest, strangest struggle he'd ever been a part of. He kissed her furrowed brow. She glanced at him. He kissed her mouth, soft. And she held his eyes.

Oh, she thought, oh. She darted her eyes over his face. Her hand was tentative on his face. She kissed him back, butterfly light.

And he thought: damnit.

And then he did that thing that made her belly roll. He turned the kiss deep somehow. And it was slow and rolling and still soft. It was a boyfriend kiss.

Which was clearly against the rules.

The phone was ringing.

Jill leaned back, panting.

He said, "Go time."

"Go time."

She rolled off him and out of the water to hurry to her room. Chris sank down under the bubbly water and groaned, laughing. He loved her and he was pretty sure that was ENTIRELY against the rules.

They geared up back at the station. Barry was pretty calm. Joseph was more interested in making sure everything was working from the chopper to the communicators. The communicators were attached to boxy little units that clipped on their bulletproof vests. They were basically walkie talkies with a longer range.

Naturally Brad looked like he might pee himself at any moment.

Wesker came in to check on things and give them the run down. "At 1300 hours, the local law enforcement line received a tip on the whereabouts of the potential cult we've been tracking in regards to the series of bombings around the city. The tip seems to be legitimate and indicates they were housing themselves in the warehouse district in downtown Raccoon. From what we've seen previously, the mission is potentially hazardous. The use of detonation devices limits our ability to potentially foresee how much danger we're in. There is, at this time, the option to decline the mission."

Surprised, Chris glanced up from where he was strapping on his vest. "What?"

"The mission is voluntary. The risk involved and the parameters of operating blind requires that I offer you, any of you, the ability to back out."

Jill watched Wesker's face. She was looking for the creepy guy she'd sensed so often when watching him. But it wasn't there. What was there? The Captain who'd earned the reputation as the best in the business. He looked calm, he looked clear, and he looked ready to lead them. Creepy or not, he'd asked for obedience that day in the interview. She'd said yes, she meant it. She'd followed leaders in Delta that she didn't necessarily like. She didn't have to like Wesker to trust him. To do this job and be good at it, came with a great deal of self sacrifice. That deserved respect. The rest? They were about to see if he'd earned it.

"I'm in, Captain Wesker. All in."

He nodded at Jill. She turned back to get her weapon and load the magazine. She felt Chris watching her. She lifted her head and he winked. He said, "There's no other way to go here, sir. Throw down or go down. I'm in."

Barry nodded, "You know me, sir. When have I ever bowed out?"

Joseph shot a thumbs up from the other side of the room where he was messing with the radio in the STARS office to be sure it would receive transmissions. Naturally the only link in the chain that was a potential no?

Brad Vickers.

Chris rolled his eyes and watched Jill put on her jaunty little beret she was always wearing. She settled it over that incredible face of hers and he shook himself a little. That was the thing she'd been talking about, he speculated, she didn't want them mixing the naked stuff with the work stuff. Surely he could do that. Surely.

He grabbed the AR-50 from the floor and looped the sniper rifle over his back. There was always the probability that he'd be sharpshooting from a distance. He didn't like it. But he was trained for it. He was johnny on the spot. Seriously. But Barry got to go in on point often when they needed cover. That was how team work happened, after all. You couldn't be the guy kicking in the door all the time.

Brad was doing the peepee dance. Finally, Chris slapped a hand on his shoulder and grinned. "Come on, you puss, you can do this. Why'd you sign up otherwise?"

Brad took a deep breath and nodded.

Wesker nodded, "Let's move out."

As they tracked through the RPD, Jill moved up beside him. Chris glanced down at her as they walked toward the helipad.

"Wow."

"What?"

"I'm nervous."

"Interesting. Why?"

"You know, I think it's Wesker. I have this…thing."

"You have a thing for Wesker?" He twitched his lips and she glanced up at his face. "Is it serious? Should I ask where you're registered?"

"Shut up, you idiot," She slapped his arm, "I want to impress him. Is that weird?"

"No way. I get it. He's a total weirdo. But he's also, probably, the most stealthy, bad ass dude I've ever met. I simultaneously want to run away from him and have him pat me on the back."

"Right? He sought us out. That means he was watching us."

"He wanted the best. Clearly." Chris flexed his arm where Jill was touching it. She snorted and rolled her eyes, dropping her hand.

"Try being humble, Red. Just once."

"I'm humble. I am. I'd be more humble but somebody left me with blue balls earlier. So I'm just hard up."

Joseph said, from behind them, "Word, brutha. Story of my life."

Chris glanced back at him. "Right? Why can't women just finish what they start? This chic was all over me in the bathtub and she just…" He waved his hands. "Poof. Disappeared."

Joe shook his head. He had his red bandanna on his head and his long hair tied back. "Dude. She sounds like a bitch. You should dump her."

"I'm thinking about it."

Jill rolled her eyes.

"You know Heather from Vice? She puts out and doesn't ask for shit. She's kinda awesome. You want me to hook you up?"

Jill had her tongue in her cheek and wanted to smack the shit out of him at the same time. Little bastard. But she was smiling.

"Nah man. This chic doesn't like for me to fuck around. So I better say no. But Heather already asked me out anyway."

"Yeah? How'd it go?"

"It didn't."

They were close to the door to the helipad on the roof. Joseph slapped him on the arm. "You struck out with Heather? That sucks dude. Seriously. I've never seen anyone strike out with Heather."

Jill started to pass by them and Chris said, "Nah. Didn't strike out. Just wasn't interested."

And she didn't like the warm feeling in her belly about that. But she kinda did. And she kinda liked it too. It was a mess.

One thing she knew? It was going to end badly. Things like this...always did.