A/N: I don't own Resident Evil. Sadly.
Love and Other Drugs
Part Five:
Overdose
You meet thousands of people, and none of them really touch you. And then you meet one person, and your life is changed...forever.
― Love and Other Drugs
Dulvey, Louisiana -2005
The ugly truth was gathered in files all over the table. Spread-out tossed around; they taunted with pictures and facts and tainted history on those who should have been on the same side. Jill tossed the picture of Lansdale down on the top of the heap.
Bastard. Liar. Fool.
Was there no one in the world of bio-terror that didn't lie?
She was ass deep in enemies. The ones she thought she knew were the least of her worries. The human ones were the real monsters, after all. At least a hunter didn't lie; you knew it was there to kill you. But it didn't fuck you first.
Jill spun away from the table and crossed the little cabin to rinse her face. The thing was on stilts in the pretty swamp land. The spring was still new and soft enough that it mostly put a lovely sheen on what would later likely be a bug-infested wasteland.
The rain was quiet on the roof. The simple wood creaked happily. In the blue tank top and red checkered men's boxers, Jill was comfortably barefoot as she stood at the window and watched the murky water churn with each peppering drop from the sky. She sipped the coffee in her hands and admired the speckled silver sky that burped smoky-colored clouds across a canvas that might as well have been a painting.
Dulvey was just a stopover on a trip to Colorado for a debriefing and the beginning of days worth of talks on how to rebuild from the mess left behind with the fall of the FBC. A small BSAA hub was set up on the far side of the swamp. It mainly was where new recruits went for initial training.
Crickets chirped into the rain, making you remember that life went on. Even while the world fell apart, life had a way of carving a path back from the destruction. She could spend her life hiding in this cabin, but it wouldn't change what waited beyond it.
She just didn't know if there was anything out there worth believing in anymore.
Her eyes scanned the narrow wooden bridge from the shore to the cabin. It was cast in a yellowish light from the street lamp. The sky grumbled contentedly as thunder echoed somewhere in the distance.
The chirping song of the crickets increased as there was the rumble of a motor approaching. The quickest access was by swamp boat. She saw one throwing rain in the distance from the enormous airplane propeller that made up the whole back of the boat. She had a moment to think - what kind of idiot takes a boat out in this weather?
And the boat broke the eyeline in the distance. Water split and rippled as the driver circled it up to the dock beside the cabin where her boat was tied down. Eyes narrowed, she tried to figure out who would feel the need to come all the way out here when she was clearly hiding and licking her wounds.
The wet weather jacket was black with yellow warning stripes. The hood was tucked around a ball cap with a wide red brim. Sports team? Jill narrowed her eyes to try to make it out in the rain, and the face of the driver turned up.
The coffee cup froze in her hand.
The engine died on the swamp boat.
The silence prevailed behind the heavy sounds of water striking water.
He lowered the hood. Their gazes struck and held each other. Jill remembered to breathe and sucked in a hard breath.
And he moved. He didn't walk; he ran. She dropped the coffee mug to the floor in a clatter and turned to race for the door. She reached for the knob, and he beat her to it. The door was thrown inward.
She jumped around his front as he caught her in his arms and carried her into the cabin. His boot kicked the door as her hands ripped the cap off his head and tossed it. The tumble of his hair was thick around her fingers as she dragged him to her.
No words. But actions spoke louder anyway.
The wet jacket was cold on her skin as he hiked her up and fed off her mouth.
There was no bedroom. Just a pull-out bed in the center of the living room. He dumped her back on it and reached over his head for the back of the jacket. Jill rose to her knees. She tugged off her top and tossed it. She reached for his shirt to help him do the same.
They came together again in a rough brush of damp skin and excitement. His hands went down into her boxers and palmed her bare ass. She was wearing a thong, making life terribly easy for them both.
Her fingers deftly whipped off his belt and jerked on his zipper.
His hands curled around the backs of her thighs to jerk and spill her to her back again. He took her panties and shorts in a single move. His feet shifted, and he kicked his boots away. She slid a hand down her belly to play with herself in preparation, and he laughed hoarsely as he dropped his pants and she opened her legs.
Jill's hands made claws as she grabbed him down to her. She gasped desperately, "Leon.."
And he rewarded her with a tongue-swirling kiss.
She'd never really figure out what it was about him that made her throw everything she knew to the wind. The caution that ringed her life was just void when he was in it. She knew, he knew, they both knew - this didn't end well. Clearly, she wasn't the only woman in his bed, and that usually didn't bother her about a man. She was just there for the sex.
She was just here for that too.
But it couldn't ever stay that way for them.
Jill rose to roll him to his back. He resisted her, and they grappled. It was like dirty fighting foreplay. Her feet hooked behind his butt to throw him off balance; his hands caught hers and pinned them over her head. They rolled. They reversed. She turned her hip into him to roll him over her back and flip him onto his. She climbed atop him and pinned his arms to his chest to kiss him.
As she did, Leon scissored his legs up, hooked them around her shoulders, and yanked her backward. Jill laughed as she went onto her back. She started to rise to fight him for control again, and he just...shoved into her.
Their legs were pretzel-wrapped together. She'd been straddling him. He turned her up, lifted her hips with his, and claimed her. Hilt deep. One thrust. It smacked like lips and turned her laugh to a high-pitched gasp.
His hands pinned hers above her head, his hips forced her thighs open for him, and her legs couldn't do anything but loop over his calves and hold on. He wasn't gentle. She didn't want him to be. The slap of skin sounded obscene against the soft rain. Each thrust was so hard it made her teeth clack together. He didn't even bother to look away as he tried to see if he could collapse her pelvis while he fucked her.
Finally, her mouth opened, and she whined. His hands released. Her pussy started throbbing happily with the assault. And she rolled him to his back. The sheets whispered. Her wet slicked them both as she pinned him and repaid the favor.
She rode up and down on him so hard and fast that she felt the moment he started trembling with it. Her sweat-slick hair fell in her eyes as she watched his face. His face was bloomed with color. His eyes hooded. Like an enemy, she squeezed, slapped, and slid up and down on him until she defeated him. Finally, his arms shaking, he grunted, "...fuck..Jill..."
And she might as well have killed him. It was like winning. Voice hoarse, she demanded, "More?"
And let go of his hands. His torso came up. His hands caught her hair and curled her back. She went to her side and let him swirl her leg to her chest. He straddled the other one and just obliterated her.
Jill clutched her thigh to her chest to hold on to it. She kept making some kind of sound like ohgodohgodohgawd. Without meaning to, her other hand rolled over her hip to slap his chest with each smash of his cock into her. Her body throbbed. Her body opened. Her mouth begged for more.
He fucked her like he'd fill her up and burst her inside with the force of it.
What did they call it? Pounding. He pounded her into the mattress like he'd break her. When her thighs started spasming, he let go of her. She rolled to her belly like she'd crawl away, and his hands grabbed her hips to rip her back toward him. She barely got a cry out as he took her from behind on his knees.
Someone was chanting "fuck fuck fuck" over and over. It didn't matter who.
It was no longer a concern.
Jill shoved back on him so hard to meet each other his thrusts that he was relatively sure he'd chipped a tooth. When she was close, she gasped out a warning. His hands caught her hips; one slid up her belly, and the other grabbed her hair. He yanked her and turned her head over her shoulder to kiss her.
His fingers slid against her clit where she was pulsing with each slide of his dick into her. He slowed down. She stopped shoving down on him. They both gasped and kissed as their merging hips became almost painfully slow. She came on a small cry that he swallowed with his mouth.
Jill fell to her face and let him roll her over. She opened her thighs as he came down atop her. They slid together wetly and almost softly. Their hands were bound above her head. Fingers linking, legs entwining; they joined mouths as they finished. His forehead dropped to the bend of her neck and shoulder. Her throbbing center fisted around him. Her mouth turned to the side to kiss him.
And his body jerked atop hers like he was having a seizure as he came.
It felt hot in her body as Leon murmured her name again and filled her mouth with his tongue as he filled her up.
Shit.
He collapsed atop her. She collapsed beneath him. Their panting was loud and painful. Her arms and legs octopus held him after a moment. His mouth turned in against her neck.
The rain lulled them to sleep stuck together.
She came awake in the darkness with him inside her. Her back bowed. Her mouth opened, but the only sound was the clap of skin. Her hands curled against his hair. His mouth kissed behind her ear.
The rain was still making a cocoon around the little cabin. Her knees were looped over his elbows. Her arms between them and holding on as he rolled into her. She was sore, in a way that said she was well used and happy. But the gentle pace was perfect. Her heightened, swollen, and sucking center accepted him like a hug.
When she moaned, his mouth whispered to her, "You're so tight. Am I hurting you?"
He was. But not the way he thought. She sucked his earlobe between her teeth and answered, "You feel good. Don't stop."
She was so swollen it didn't take long. Her hand shifted to stroke herself as he eased in and out of her. She made a small shivering cry as she clenched around him. His hands gathered her hair to turn her face. He kissed her - just once, just a brush of lips - and she felt his body seize inside her. Soft.
Hard.
Wonderful.
He grunted, "...son of a bitch.." And warmed her belly with his release.
Trembling, she wrapped him close again.
And listened to the sound of his deep breathing while she fell back asleep beneath him.
The muted sunlight had her eyes opening. He was gone. She was alone in the bed. The cold in her vagina made her brow furrow. She glanced under the blankets he'd tucked around her.
He'd settled a frozen package of peas wrapped in a small soft towel against her groin.
Touched, Jill shook her head and stared up at the ceiling. He was the type of man who fucked you so hard you ached and then put an ice pack on your crotch. What a guy.
She could do this. She'd panicked. She'd fled. She'd been jealous and stupid and a girl. But she'd been wrong. She could do this. They could do whatever this was without anyone getting hurt.
She just had to bend her rules for that to happen.
He'd tracked her out into the swamp to touch her.
He was either a stalker or the most romantic man alive. At this point? She didn't care which. She only knew she was ready to find out how good a simple affair could be. She rolled over to head toward the shower.
Her shorts and tank top were nicely folded on the arm of the pull-out. Her panties? She glanced around. She bent down and searched under the bed. Nada. Gone.
Brows arched, she felt the humor tremble in her belly. He was the guy who took your panties like a souvenir after he laid claim to your cunt. Her hand pressed against her mouth. She chuckled into it and shook her head.
Stalker or not, she kind of wanted to keep him.
The little note stuck to the bathroom mirror made her roll her lower lip under -
I didn't stay the night. And it's not breaking the rules to take your panties. I checked; twice. -L
She plucked the note off the glass as she turned the shower on. She wanted to keep smelling like him, but that was stupid and girly and not like her. Instead? She kissed the little note before she dropped it in the trash.
No one saw her do it, so she figured it wasn't breaking the rules either.
Did it really happen if no one saw you covet Leon Kennedy alone in your bathroom?
She'd deny it with her last breath.
She climbed into the shower and missed him a little.
As the boat streaked over the water, his phone started to ring. Annoyed to be stripped of a pretty raunchy daydream about Jill and Ada making him a Leon sandwich, he opened it. "Kennedy."
Hunnigan's voice greeted him, "Leon...there's been an outbreak at an airport in Harvardville. We're going to need you to get there yesterday."
And just like that, his vacation was over.
The story of his life.
Harvardville - 2005
The day was saved. The outbreak was as contained as they could make it. He'd taken enough hits to be pretty sure he'd fractured a rib. But Curtis Miller was gone. Frederic Downing was in custody.
Claire was safe.
And Angela Miller stood in the sunlight looking at him.
She was beautiful. She was Angelina Jolie with bigger tits. She was incredible. She leaned up and kissed him. Claire waggled her brows and made herself laugh.
He'd kissed her in the water too. To see if he could feel it. What was it? That thing in him for Jill. That need in him for her. That kind of addiction was worth dying for.
To test himself, his hands came up and curled around her arms. He tugged her closer. He closed his eyes. She made a sound of happiness. It was a nice kiss. She had soft lips, and her breasts were flush and felt good against his chest.
She cooed, "Leon...let's go diving again sometime."
An invitation. He knew what she wanted. She wanted him to fuck her. He could smell it on her like an animal. He got it. He did. Girls were always batting lashes and hitting on him.
As he let go of her, he released she'd put her card in his hand. She wanted him to call her. He could. He was a man. She was a beautiful woman who wanted him. He could call her.
He said goodbye to Claire and ran for the helicopter.
It lifted him into the sky as he watched Angela's hair whip around her face. He could call her. Why not?
He leaned forward and told the pilot, "I need you to stop in St. Louis. I'll take a car from there."
"Yes, sir."
He glanced at the card in his hand. They'd have a good time. He'd plow her and make her scream. She'd like it. He'd like it. And he'd leave as empty as his balls.
He let the card go. The wind picked it up and took it away in a swirl.
He was done chasing things that left him empty.
St. Louis, Missouri - Savvis Center- 2005
She wasn't sure that Rebecca was ever coming back from the bathroom. That girl had a bladder the size of a pea or something. She was always running out to empty it. Jill glanced over from the game to see if she was heading back yet.
When she looked back at the ice, she realized someone had taken the seat beside her.
She glanced right, felt her heart thump and her breath catch, and stared hard at the ice as he queried, "Who's winning?"
Jill cleared her throat before she spoke, "...Blues."
"Ah. Which one are you rooting for?"
She laughed softly, "You kidding? I bleed blue."
He smirked, watching the hockey players streak around the ice. "Not a Blackhawks fan?"
Jill snorted and sipped her pop that was in the cup holder of her seat. "No self-respecting hockey fan is."
He was leaning forward. His hands were folded between his knees, where his elbows were resting. He was wearing some kind of black leather jacket that smelled so good it was painful. The left side of his face was starting to bruise.
The watch on his wrist had a cracked face. Apparently, he'd been busy before he'd come. Obviously, he'd come right from battle. How had he found her?
"You stalking me?"
The age-old question. His mouth quirked. He arched a brow and glanced at her. "Do I need to?"
Jill rolled her lip under and shrugged. She looked back at the game. They sat in the sounds of screaming fans and zipping skates for a long moment. Finally, she told him, "I kinda like you stalking me."
Leon chuckled. Jill studied his profile and remarked, "You wanna talk about where you've been all day?"
He didn't look at her. He just shook his head, "No talking. That's your rule."
Damn it.
She liked him. It was time to stop fighting it so hard. Her hand shifted over. Their eyes both stayed on the game.
And his hands unlinked to make room for hers. Their fingers twined. His thumb swept up and over her rapid pulse. She wondered if Rebecca coming to the game had been a ruse for him to replace her while she was gone.
Probably. The girl scientist was always playing matchmaker.
Quietly, she told him, "...you can talk to me if you need to. I might be the only person in the world who understands."
He turned his head. She gave him a gentle smile. He brought her hand up that was linked with his and kissed its back. Her pulse sped up. He touched the back of her hand to his cheek and closed his eyes, just a moment, before he brought their hands back down.
Watching the game again, he answered, "I don't need to talk, Jill. I just wanted to be near you."
She shifted with a sigh. She put her head on his leather-clad shoulder. She tucked her arm through his to keep holding his hand. And she murmured, "I'm glad you did. It's good to see you, Leon."
So polite. So simple.
So messy.
His cheek leaned against the top of her head as they watched the game. The Blues were killing it. Apparently, his arrival had lit a fire under them as well. Just like her, they were better when he was around.
After a moment, she mused, "...I get to hate you if this ends badly."
He smiled. He put his nose in her hair to scent her just a little. And he didn't feel empty like he had in Harvardville. Here, at this moment, he felt pretty full.
So he answered, "...agreed."
And they sat in the cold holding hands while the crowd cheered around them.