So I'm pretty sure writing this put me into a diabetic coma for a while... I suppose I just can't leave Alice and Claire hanging like that because I see so many parallels between myself and them.
I hope you like this ridiculously sappy, albeit incredibly short epilogue, and I really do hope you've enjoyed reading this story.
Until next time, my dear readers...
When Alice opened her eyes, she found herself in completely foreign surroundings, but there was a strange comfort about them. She could feel an impossibly soft bed beneath her, warm sheets around her, and…
The blonde rolled over to find she wasn't alone in bed. She was met by a familiar, beautiful gaze. "I was beginning to think you wouldn't wake up," Claire teased with a grin.
Alice couldn't help the lazy smile that spread across her features. "What happened?" she inquired.
The redhead thought it over for a moment before merely shrugging. "We finished what we set out to do; now we don't have to worry about anything else."
Alice didn't really remember much before waking up in bed with Claire. Where had they been? On the Arcadia… the fight with Umbrella… the fight with Wesker… A hand on her cheek pulled her back from her thoughts. "Don't think about any of that," Claire told her. "That's all over now."
Alice reached up to place a hand over Claire's, just to make sure it stayed where it was. "I thought I had lost you forever," she confessed.
"I'm right here," the redhead pointed out with a warm smile. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to Alice's, just to further prove her point. The kiss lingered for a few moments before she pulled back. "See?"
"I do," Alice confirmed with a nod.
Claire smiled once more before she fully pulled away, getting out of the bed. Apparently Alice had been too distracted to realize that neither of them had clothes on, but she took complete advantage of it as she let her eyes slide over the redhead's toned form. Claire grabbed a robe, pulling it around herself before turning to face the blonde again. "Just going to stay in bed all day?" she questioned, quirking a brow. She didn't wait for a response, taking a few steps away and disappearing out of the room.
Alice pouted at the loss of her companion briefly, but was quick to remedy the situation. She got out of bed, grabbing a shirt and pair of pants to tug on quickly before heading after the redhead. Though she wasn't sure where the redhead had gotten off to, she wandered out of the bedroom. "Claire?"
"You have to find me," the redhead called out teasingly.
Alice smiled once more, heading down the hall of the small house. There wasn't much to it; it was simple, it was small, and it fit them just fine. Light was streaming in through open windows, curtains ruffled by a light breeze. On the air, she could smell salt – like the ocean.
The blonde found her way to the sitting room, the front door to the house open. She stepped out onto the wooden deck and was instantly hit by an overwhelming sense of peace and calm. The only thing it could be compared to was being in Claire's arms.
Speaking of the redhead, she spotted the other woman a few yards in front of the house, standing in the sand of a spotless beach – her hair and robe swaying in the breeze. The sound of waves rolling against the beach only furthered the calm atmosphere. As Alice left the deck and the shade it provided, she felt warmth from the sun in the sky high above them.
Barefoot, Alice crossed the distance between her and her lover, wrapping her arms around Claire from behind. "This is nice," she said. "I could get used to it."
Claire leaned back against the blonde, watching the water before them. "This is how it's going to be from now on, just you and me," she replied. "We're home now."