Resident Evil- Coming Back From Hell To Paradise- Confession

Chris woke up with a new courage in his heart. After having a dream of how he and Jill could be if he did confess his feelings to her, he gained courage beyond anything he ever felt in his life. He decided to do it tonight after dinner, which she was cooking herself at her own free will despite Claire's constant protests. Jill and Claire went out shopping for Jill's new wardrobe and Chris used this time to make sure he had everything planned out for the night.

"It has to be now…if I don't do it soon, it's going to eat me alive!" he thought to himself.

Soon, that hour came. He innocently indulged in Jill's godly cooking with Claire in front of him. Jill hadn't sat down yet because she was hard at work making desert, which was Baked Alaska. Her cooking only gave him another reason why he loved her so much and this night was no exception. He restrained himself from eating like a total barbarian only to not seem rude but Claire could tell and chuckled silently to herself. Soon, Jill finished with all of the cooking and she sat beside Chris. He tried desperately not to look at her. She looked at him and turned to him curiously.

"You're enjoying it right?" she asked innocently.

Chris smiled and finished chewing his mouthful.

"Enjoying is one heck of an understatement!" he replied.

Jill blushed brightly and turned away from him before brushing back a strand of hair from her face.

"That's great, I don't cook often so…" she began.
"Well, I don't see why not! You're an excellent cook, I don't think there is a restaurant I've been to that can even come close to what you've made!" he complimented again.

That did nothing but make her blush even brighter and Claire continued to restrain her laughter after noticing the effect the compliments had on Jill. They ate their dinner, talking about various topics that ranged from guns to places of interest. Soon, it was time to clean up. Chris generously let Claire off of the hook, especially since she was very tired from the day. He also saw this as a prime opportunity to reveal his feelings to Jill. She seemed to buy his hollow offer and she went upstairs. When he was sure she was gone, he picked up a towel and began to dry the dishes that Jill washed and handed to him.

"So Chris, how are you?" she asked.

He flinched and raised an eyebrow.

"Why would you ask a question like that?" he questioned.
"Because I never actually found out, I know you're alright in terms of condition, but your life as a whole, how is it?" she asked again.

He nodded mentally.

"Well, it's good I suppose," he replied.
"That's good to hear," she replied.
"How about you?" he asked in return.

She giggled slightly before turning off the pipe as she was done with the dishes.

"Well, it's fine in every aspect except one," she replied.
"And which one is that?" asked Chris.

He thought he already knew the answer.

"Well…there is someone…that I really like a lot and I have no idea if he feels the same for me," she replied.

"Bingo, that's my cue!" he thought to himself.

He finished drying the dishes and packing them before he stiffened up. After looking around for a little, he realized that the kitchen would be a terrible place to reveal his feelings. He then pretended to look tired and Jill fell for it.

"Let's continue this upstairs, I'm tired of standing up," he said as he faked a yawn.

Jill nodded and followed him into his bedroom. He sat on his bed and Jill leaned against the wall with one hand across her stomach gripping the elbow of the other one. He noticed she had a blush on her face.

"Does she really love me? If I make a move now and it's not me that she loves, I'd be wasting my breath," he said to himself.

He patted the space beside him.

"Come on have a seat! This is a serious matter," he said with slight enthusiasm in his voice.

Jill complied and sat beside him. Her eyes shifted to his own and he held back a blush; it was time she knew.

"Jill…I need to tell you something," he began.
"What is it Chris?" she asked innocently.

He grabbed both of her hands in his and held them up in the air as he shifted his head nearer to hers.

"There is one thing in my life that isn't well," he began.
"What's that?" she asked.
"It's this…for a long time…I-" he said.

His voice broke and he found himself hesitating to say what he practiced so much to say. Jill continued her gaze in his eyes, making it even harder for him to say it. He mentally battled himself to force the words out, but neither side could best the other.

"What the hell is wrong with me?! I have her here waiting to hear it and I can't say it! Damn it! Why the hell am I hesitating so much, JUST SAY IT REDFIELD!!! SAY IT!!!!" he screamed in his head.

"Jill…I…uhh," he muttered.

She suddenly put her finger on his lips. He kept silent as she blushed and opened her mouth to speak.

"Chris, there's something I want to tell you as well, I'm sorry for putting myself before you but this has to come out, it's been eating away at me for days now…" she said.
"What is it Jill?" he asked.

Jill smiled and the blush vanished from her face. She freed her hands from his gentle grip and put one on his cheek.

"DAMN IT!! I can't let her say it before me! I need to pull this thing off!!" he screamed at himself again.

"Jill…I LOVE YOU!" he said finally.

With those words, she recoiled back as if she just touched a scorching hot fire and another bright blush enveloped her face.

"Jill, I know that you think I'm a moron when I say this but it's true, I love you more than anything else in this world, when you went down with Wesker that day in Russia, I was in the deepest state of sorrow I had ever been in my life, I was terrified…" he began.

She listened to him intently.

"I thought I lost you…everyday that I believed you were dead, I went to your tombstone every single day to lay flowers there for you and as soon as I heard of the possibility that you may be alive, I jumped at the mission just so I could have my curiosity satisfied…I needed to know if you were still alive because if you were, a light would shine on my life again…" he continued.

Tears filled her eyes and his as well.

"When you attacked me and Sheva, I was terrified that you really turned on me but when that device came off and you were back to your old self again, I was so happy…there hasn't been a day in my life that I felt so happy," he said.

Jill couldn't take it anymore; every word he spoke bombarded her heart with more and more love for him and at the very same time, guilt. She practically dove into his chest, encircling his waist with her arms.

"That's enough Chris…you don't have to say anymore…no more…" she sobbed.

Chris embraced her gently. Jill sobbed quite loudly into his chest.

"I love you too Chris…I love you so much…I'm so sorry that I caused you so much pain and misery…I just wanted to protect you…" she sobbed.
"Jill…" he whispered.

Her grip tightened.

"So sorry…I'm so sorry…I love you too…I-" she sobbed.

Chris lifted her head with a hand and she released her grip around him. He smiled at her.

"It's okay Jill…I know you did it for me and I forgive you…" he whispered.

Jill still did not stop crying but she sobbed softly rather than loudly. Her eyes closed as she continued. He took his hands and wiped the tears from her face.

"Come on, I don't like to see my partner cry…" he said with a smile.

She still had her eyes closed as she tried to stop crying. Chris took the moment and closed his eyes before gently covering her lips with his own. Her eyes flew open at his affection but they soon closed again as she began to sink into the kiss. He wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her closer to him as the kiss deepened. She threw her arms around his neck and melted in his arms.

"Thank you Chris…" she said in her mind.

He broke the kiss after several moments and embraced her warmly. She snuggled in his arms. Chris wanted to continue but he wanted to make sure she was alright with it. She soon got up and turned off the lights and locked the door. From that, he knew she wanted him. She walked back to him and began to kiss him again. He fell onto his back and she continued, sticking her tongue in his mouth.

What a night he was in for!