A/N : This is the final chapter and it will be a bit steamy. Happy VALENTINES Day.

"The nightmare still continues." Chris took one last huff of his cigarette stick before disposing it in the ashtray on the coffee table. Jill sighed deeply while tugging on the sleeves of her hoodie.

Chris was supposed to be on leave for a vacation. Frankly speaking, all four of them deserve at least an entire week of leave after what happened to them during the mansion incident at Arklay Mountains. Jill has had a long and tiring day at the police station. She was furious at RPD's Chief Irons for imposing Umbrella's cover up story to everyone and blindly believing all the lies. Chris wasn't patient and well behaved either, but unlike her, he has lesser control when it comes to his actions. Just recently, he punched one of their colleagues for accidentally slipping coffee on him. Jill had to hold Chris back before the situation became too violent and bloody. Thankfully, Chris calmed down and walked away.

"It's not over yet." He said as he poured a small amount of whiskey in his glass and quickly gulped it down while she looked at all the papers containing evidence about Umbrella's other illegal bio-organic weapons in Europe. She put down the papers on the coffee table and leaned back on the couch. She wanted to curse, shout or throw things because all of it is too overwhelming. All she wanted was to check on Chris and see how he is doing, if he is ok, if he needs someone to talk to. Turns out he has been preoccupied with other things and didn't even bother to tell her until this last minute. Not that she doesn't want to expose and destroy that heinous company, she badly wants that to happen but she would want to keep her and her friends' sanity during the process. Unfortunately, it's not that easy to take down a giant Pharmaceutical company like Umbrella, especially if the Chief of police seems to always favor Umbrella's side. So here she is trying to conclude what would be the next step for them inside Chris Redfield's apartment past midnight.

She saw him fill his glass with whiskey again and she grabbed it from him. After she consumed the contents, she stood up and handed the glass back to him. "We'll think of something. We won't let them win." She rubbed her fingers on her forehead while he lit another stick of cigarette. "But we can't be reckless, remember that, Chris. We may know what we are up against for now but who is to say that they are not gonna release a BOW that's specifically brainwashed to kill us."

He only gave a nod with a frown. He filled the glass again but put it down on the table.

Sadness enveloped her as she stared at him. She knows he wasn't like this before, he wouldn't be like this if they weren't stuck in a hellish mansion a month ago. His eyes that were once full of joy and mischief are now filled with anger and vengeance. "Chris."

"They murdered our team!" He slammed his fist on the coffee table and stood up which resulted in Jill flinching for a bit but not taking a step back.

"I know. We'll make them pay. We'll burn them all down." She told him with almost the same spiteful tone. Let there be war for all she cares but for now she needs Chris to be alright and in the proper state of mind too. She is damn worried that he might go and dive head first to then end up in trouble or worse, killed.

"Yeah, I believe we can do that together." Chris huffed his cigarette once more before putting it out. She stepped closer to him as he drank up the glass of whiskey, placing a hand on her shoulder and gently taking the empty glass away from his grasp.

"And I believe that's enough drinking for tonight." She replied but she wasn't able to put the glass on the table because he immediately wrapped his arm around his waist while his other hand cupped her face. Closing the distance between their faces, he pressed a hard and deep kiss on her lips.

It only took a second for her to grasp what was happening. She gasped out of surprise which only gave him the opportunity to explore her mouth with his. Before she knew it, her hand that was initially placed on his shoulder quickly went up to the back of his neck like a reflex. She kissed him back with the same intensity, letting go of the glass to wrap her arm around him as well, hugging and holding him closer to her. Luckily, the glass didn't break as it landed on the coffee table.

The sound it emitted made Chris pull away and look at her as if he was just snapped back to reality. However, she didn't want to go back to reality yet. Reaching for the neckline of his white t-shirt, she pulls his shirt off of him before wrapping her arms around his neck and resumes kissing his lips again. Tasting the nicotine mixed with whiskey from his mouth, like an addicting drug for her. He got the message and willfully returned the favor.

Soon, he removed her hoodie before carrying her to the bed that's just a few steps away. Pressing the switch of the light to 'off' then slowly placing her on the bed without breaking their lips apart. His hands slowly caressing her chest while his mouth is sliding down towards her neck. He unhooked her bra and took off the undergarment then looked down at her again.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked.

"I'm really sure we both need this." She replied, making him want her even more. She rolls over on top of him and he allows her to do so. "Do you want to?"

He wants to laugh at her for thinking she needed to ask. He was practically yearning for this to happen. Rather than to verbally answer her, he just hugged her tightly while kissing her lips. Her hands studied every inch of his chest and abdomen while she savored the way he kisses her lips. He wouldn't guide her during their target practice in training for nothing. Wouldn't jump in between a zombie dog and her if she wasn't more important than his life. They don't get to meet such a wonderful lady like Jill often and he doesn't want to let his chance slide but he also doesn't know how to ask her out either because they both dislike issues in their workplace. But they ain't in their workplace now so he pulls down her shorts and panties at the same time.

Time slipped away and by the time they are done, both are out of breath

Chris moved to the side to take his weight off her, lying down on his stomach, keeping an arm wrapped around Jill's waist. The stress, fury and loneliness he felt earlier faded away. He closed his eyes, barely remembering the last time he felt relieved and relaxed. Jill on the other hand is trying to catch her breath, absentmindedly petting the arm on her stomach. She glanced at him, his eyes already closed and breathing softly. She looked at the ceiling and understood just what just happened between them. She tried to sit up and get off the bed but his arm locked around her waist, preventing her from leaving him for the night. She closed her eyes as well and soon dozed off, sleeping beside him.

Jill raised the bottle and checked the remaining contents inside. Chewing on her bottom lip as she contemplates whether she should keep the bottle away or just finish the last few shots of vodka. Claire was right. She remembered what happened that night. For a long time, she and Chris never spoke of it until it felt like it really never happened at all. She filled the glass with vodka and drank it down.

In her defense, it can be said that they were young and naïve back then. She eventually accepted that what happened that night wasn't important to him considering the fact that Chris never reached out to her. Not after she implied that they only did it just because they were stressed and traumatized after the recent events and they both needed an outlet and release. Soon realized that her choice of words must have not been good but she never brought up what happened that night. Neither does Chris.

The guy took her words to his soul because there are times she even wonders if it really did happen by how he acts and behaves. Nothing has changed and there were no awkward interactions between them as they reunited as partners at work. There weren't any other romantic and sexual escapes after that night. Unless you count time times she occasionally, or rather habitually sleeps on his shoulders. That might count as romantic gestures for others, though she would always reason out that she is just extremely exhausted after a mission. There are times she would give him a kiss on his forehead before going separate ways once their mission is over but she always did it without malice and considers it as their personal handshake.

They both remained professional, especially after co-founding BSAA. However, there are unavoidable times they end up in a familiar intimate circumstance. Like the time he got high fever after their encounter with Il Veltro. Chris is not the one to get sick easily but the freezing temperature in European mountains, harsh cold waves of Mediterranean Sea, burning flames and suffocating smoke inside the cruise ship took a toll on him. The doctors told him it wasn't a serious infection and it was just a common cold that can be treated with a long rest, plenty of water and the right dosage of medicine. But since Chris rarely gets sick, he gets really annoyed and has a migraine so she decided to go to his apartment and take care of him. Regardless of how many times he would tell her to stay far away because he is contagious, she would always check on his temperature, remind him to take his medicine and even cook meals for him. He eventually gave in and there came to a point where she ended up falling asleep next to him due to tiredness. They sometimes sleep next to each other especially during their out of town missions but never cuddled with each other. She was glad he got better the next morning but she was a bit shocked as she could feel his face buried between her breasts, arms wrapped around her waist but nonetheless, she was glad his fever was gone. She pretended to still be asleep when he woke up and slowly peeled himself away from her before she got off his bed and stayed oblivious about what he unconsciously did.

She decided to carry the bottle of vodka and glass to their bedroom. Gently opening the door but the bedroom is almost pitch black and the light entering the room somehow woke him up. "Is that you, Jill?" He said in a hoarse voice as he slowly tried to sit up from the bed.

"I thought you're gonna sleep until tomorrow." She closed the door and opened the lampshade on the nightstand. She sat down at the side of the bed and was about to put the glass and bottle on the nightstand but he slowly wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer until she ended up sitting on his lap then placed a soft kiss on her cheek. "Hey, you're gonna make a mess."

"You know I don't like it when you are not next to me when I sleep." Actually they both don't. They are both aware that there is a lesser probability for a bad nightmare when they sleep next to each other. "You went drinking without me." He playfully scolded her while nuzzling her neck then took the glass of vodka from her.

"I was in the kitchen with your sister. She's the one who snatched this." Referring to the bottle of leftover vodka. She leans on her side, resting her right shoulder on his chest while she holds the bottle closely to her chest. After gulping his drinks, he scrunches his face. "I guess Claire was right. You prefer whiskey."

"You should know too. You know what whiskey does to me." He hands the glass back to her so that he could use both arms to hug her waist. Pretending to not hear or understand what he just implied, she fills the glass once again. Seeing her lack of reaction, he added. "You don't remember anymore, do you?"

"Goodness, Chris. Of course I remember." She quickly rebutted as she looked at him. "It's just that we . . . " she could only shrug as she was lost for words. Or it can be out of time. It's been too long since their heated moment in Raccoon City. "We kinda had an unofficial deal that we'll act like it never happened."

"You started it." He grinned at how young and stupid they were back then. He softly and slowly kissed her cheek multiple times.

"You're the one who never reached out to talk about it." She badly wants to smash her elbow on his gut but she doesn't want to spill any drink on the bed and just allows him to kiss her.

"You're the one who said It's fine, it's nothing, forget about it."

"You shouldn't have made it awkward that morning." She replied with a slightly louder voice.

"You shouldn't have to be in a hurry and leave. Damn, I have to admit that I was admiring my morning view of you at that time." A loud scoff escaped from her lips then she took a drink of vodka. "At least we were still able to be excellent partners from then until now." His lips now make contact with her neck and lightly sucking it.

She rolled her eyes at this man's dirty tactics. She has to admit she agrees with him though. There was no regret in their gradual and slow pace from being partners in a mission to what they are now. He felt her lean away as she filled the glass again.

"Ok, Jill. We should also agree that there will be no more of those mixed signals and confusing actions. We are going to talk about things we want and don't want. What we need and don't need, like your extensive amount of skin care products. You seriously need all that?"

"I told you it's not that much and I'll let you use some if you want." She let out a giggle, clearly a bit buzzed from the drinks. "Well, apart from that. . . what else do you want me to do?"

"Hmmm. Everything we will talk about tonight should start by tomorrow." He took the glass from her and looked up at the ceiling. "Never wear that black mini skirt with that blue tube top at work ever again." He emptied the glass and handed it back to her.

"Hey! In my defense, I was off duty that day." The back of her fist hit his chest before she took the glass from him. Chris let out a small laughter.

"Barry was surprised when he saw you get in the helicopter. He told me he questioned reality and wondered how you managed to escape the city wearing that." He continued as he tried to stop laughing. "Seriously, none of those."

"I don't even think it fits me now. Anything else, sir?" Chris took the time to just stare at her while she looked at him. His eyes moved her face down to her body until his sight reached the end of her feet near the nightstand.

"None at all. I love everything about you." He honestly believes he couldn't ask for anything else from her. It might have taken a while before he took a risk but he couldn't be any more grateful now, just by simply having her with him day by day.

Head down as she filled the glass again, she bit her lower lip like a love sick teen. "Cheers for that then." She said before taking a drink.

"What about me? What do you want?"

"I don't know. Starting tomorrow. . . . " She hummed for a moment then soon glanced at his hair. "Have you ever tried to grow your hair again and wax it up like before?" She let out another giggle while pouring the alcohol in the glass.

Closing his eyes and speaking through his gritted teeth. "But you told me I should cut it short last time. Now you want me to start growing it longer by tomorrow?" Sometimes he wonders if she wants to cut or style his hair herself.

"It's because it's always messy and untidy. Not like before~" Her voice is starting to have a sing-song tune. "So try it sometimes. Smile more often around your team too."

"Fine, fine." He took the glass from her and drank it up.

"Wait, I remember another one." He grunted and accusingly glanced at her, feeling like she did it on purpose for him to end up drinking another glass. She only gave the most innocent smile she could and shifted her body to straddle him. Taking the glass from his hand and filling it up. He placed soft kisses on her cheeks to the back of her ear as he waited for her to finish filling up the glass and to say her next request. "No more smoking."

She holds his jaw and redirects his lips to hers after she hands the glass to him. He kissed her back then swallowed. Not because he couldn't stop smoking but he didn't expect her to add more pressure on his erection. The nerve of this woman, teasing him like this. That means he can assume the alcohol is getting to her head. Same as him. "I stopped when we found you in Africa." He replied as he kissed her back and wrapped his arms tighter around her.

"I'm just reminding you." He is not convinced. It's a trick request just to make them finish the bottle. She knows he is in the process of quitting; decreasing the consumption as weeks pass by and has not touched another cigarette for a month. She also knows he already quit when they co-founded BSAA but went off the rail when she went missing. "And you are actually doing great now." She let go of the almost empty bottle on the side of the bed so she could place her other hand on his nape as she kissed him deeper.

"That's all?" he asked as his other hand moved from her back to the side of her waist and slowly inching up its way to her chest.

"No more steroids." She quickly laughed and leaned away right after saying it. Chris could only squint his eyes and curse internally.

"I told you I used it for two or three weeks only. I have never touched one since the Terragrigia incident." He cups one of her breasts in his hand and makes her yelp.

"Hey!" She chuckled as he almost spilled the drink due to surprise. "I know, I just want to piss you off with an old joke. That's what I feel about your Jill sandwich jokes." She nuzzled his nose and took the glass from him and raised the glass to his lips.

He let her hold and tip the glass while he drinks, gladly groping both of her breasts. She ended up tipping the glass a bit too much and some liquid spilled from his mouth, trickling down along his chin and neck.

"Oops. My bad. Let me clean it up for you." She placed the glass to the nightstand then held his face as she kissed his lips. He savored the open-mouth kiss, the feeling of her tongue licking the sides of his lips. So that's how she plans to 'clean it up'. He smiled widely while her lips and tongue traveled along his chin and jaw. "Mmmm, this really tickles." She commented as her fingers traced his beard. "Ever plan on exploring a different style for it?"

"What? No?" He asked, partly losing focus on what the topic is about. "I guess I haven't" He buried his face in her neck once again sucking on her skin.

Her heartbeat started to accelerate and breathing became ragged but still she is entertained by how he still tries to keep up with their conversation. She combed her fingers on his hair and closed her eyes. "Like, have you ever tried leaving just a mustache or a goatee? Change your 5 o'clock shadow look. Try that sometimes."

"Yeah, sure. Fine." He noticed that she was wearing his t-shirt, looking dashing. He dives his head down her cleavage and continues nibbling the skin on her chest.

"Oh, it's like I'm your personal stylist now. I should buy you some more green or black clothes too." She started to unbutton his gray dress shirt. Shifting her hips just enough for her to brush against his bulge. "Can I borrow your card tomorrow? Claire said we'll buy hair dye and nail polish tomorrow."

"Yeah, it's fine." He groaned a quick reply.

Jill moaned and licked her lips as she opened his shirt, started roaming her hands on his bare shoulders and chest, still grinding against him. "She's gonna change my hair color then I'll be doing her nails. You don't mind, right?"

"Yeah. Ok, ok." He nodded despite barely remembering what he agreed to do.

"Jill?" He said as he wrapped his arms around her.

"Hmmm?" She murmured and hoped he is not gonna ask for another round.

"Should we really do those mutual agreements earlier?" She softly laughed at his question

"Yes, It's a deal." He clicked his tongue and groaned as he processed what he just agreed to do. "I really think you'd look better if you will try a goatee."

She snuggled closer to him as he pulled up the blanket over both of them.

"Jill?"

"Yeah?"

"I think I don't say it often." He kisses the top of her head. "I love you."

She placed her lips in the middle of his chest as well, giving a kiss where his heart is. "I love you too."

A/N : It's my first time writing a smut fic so feedbacks would very much appreciated. Its what drives to write another short stories or oneshot. I think I have 2 more pending Jill and Chris oneshot so kindly wait for it if you like my outputs so far. I want to thank those who complimented this story through reviews and even those silent readers. If you have any suggestions or request, feel free to tell me.

A/N Update : I revised the chapter but the explicit content is still saved in my personal collection