Author's notes:
This story takes place after Resident Evil: Death Island. The timeline isn't very specific since the movie isn't out yet and we don't have many details about it, so I might edit/update as we learn more.
This story is based off of the "spoilers" (which may or may not be true) shared by Japanese viewers who got to attend early screening of the movie. How accurately those reviews represent the actual events of the movie and how they play out is unclear, so I've taken the liberty with some of them for the sake of writing this. Whether or not I'll change/update those details after the movie is released is undecided. I might just stick with it for fun.
Although this is going to be primarily a Jill/Leon story, there will be other pairings explored, including: Jill/Chris and Leon/Claire, with potential mentions/references to Ada/Leon.
Content warnings: while the language in my work will always be SFW/non-graphic, there will be mature themes explored including, but not limited to: sexual content and innuendo, alcoholism, cheating/infidelity, potential violence and gore, PTSD…etc.
Please note: I do not condone the actions of these characters outside of a fictional setting. Please never confuse the writer with their writing. This is purely for entertainment purposes, nothing more, nothing less. I do like my writing to be a little "problematic" sometimes, as kids call it these days. It does not reflect my views in real life whatsoever, because ultimately this is fiction, it's not real, and we all need to know to take a step back from time to time.
Last but not least: if you do read and enjoy this, please consider leaving a review at the very least. I'm taking precious time out of my life to write something for what is arguably the rarest pair in the whole fandom. I would love to know if people are interested in seeing more so I have more motivation to write for it.
Thank you so much, and I hope you enjoy!
1
10:45 p.m. In front of the BSAA HQ.
She's coming out of the building when she sees him, jumping on his bike, helmet in hand.
"Hey, pretty boy," Jill calls as she walks up to him, a hot cup of coffee in her hand. Even at this hour—no, especially at this hour, she needs her coffee. It helps her stay awake, because sleep is not something that comes to her in peace.
Leon looks up in her direction, stopping halfway from inserting the key into his bike and starting it up.
Her tone is lighthearted when she speaks. "I see you're the kinda guy who doesn't stay the night."
Leon's snicker echoes about the empty lot of the BSAA HQ. A street lamp bathes him in a warm, orange light, making his hair shinier than usual. He rests his helmet on his thigh as he watches her, a smirk settling about his face. "You know how it is. I got places to be. Bioweapons to fight."
"I'm sure you do, busy government kid," she teases, coming to a stop by his bike, taking a sip of her coffee. She holds her cup to him, a silent offer to share, but he shakes his head.
"You know, I'm only three years younger than you," he says.
"And yet I look a decade younger," she jokes, brows furrowing and lips curling in a playful expression. "Must be my superior genes. Literally."
Leon nods, head tilting slightly to the side, as if for emphasis. "Gotta say, Chris is one lucky guy."
Jill's eyes pop. The comment takes her aback for a moment, but she manages, "Chris and I… we're not…"
"Huh…" Leon says, brows quirking. There's a silent pause while her words sink in. A shift of realization in the way he fixes the helmet on his thigh when it starts to slip off. "Have you seen the way he looks at you?" he says, almost dismissively. Perhaps too dismissively. "Give it a week or two. I'm sure he'll eventually work up the courage to ask you out."
Jill gives him an awkward smile. She takes another sip from her coffee, though this one is more for a distraction than it is to satisfy her craving for caffeine.
Things between her and Chris are… complicated at best. They're friends, always have been, always will be. Partners above anything else. And even if Jill may have suspected some feelings on Chris's part, anything she felt for him dissipated the day she tried to kill him. How can she ever hope to look him in the eyes without remembering the one thing she's been trying to forget this whole time? How can she ever forgive herself for turning on him? Even if it was against her will. She should have been able to fight it. Should have been able to resist it. It was Chris, after all, and not just anybody.
In a desperate attempt to change the subject, bury all those memories deep, deep down, Jill says, "I thought you wanted to go grab dinner?"
Leon blinks. His lips part, but nothing comes out for a good moment. Until he manages to slap on a small smile. "I thought you weren't interested."
Jill merely gives him a shrug of her shoulders, doesn't elaborate, doesn't say anything. It was spontaneous, when he asked her out, and quite ill-timed, too. Just after an intense fight with a pack of hungry lickers that could have torn them to pieces. At that time, Jill assumed he was joking—which, in the end, he might have been. And she didn't think much at all when she turned him down. She didn't exactly give a verbal response, just rolled her eyes and shook her head.
She may or may not have regretted that, eventually. She may or may not have given it a second thought, after. She may or may not have decided having dinner with Leon Kennedy wouldn't be such a bad thing after all.
She may or may not be too late.
"Hey, uh…" Leon says, cutting the silence, a smile stretching about his face. "It was fun, by the way. Being partners. Think we made a pretty good team."
"Yeah." She returns the smile. "Yeah, we did."
Leon nods, his eyes flicking between hers and his helmet.
She's heard enough about Leon from both Claire and Chris before. She's even met him a couple times, but mostly in passing, exchanging quick greetings and whatnot. It was good to have the chance to work with him firsthand, see how he operates on the field. Everything she's heard about him is true. Perhaps that's why she came to trust him so easily, and why their dynamic worked perfectly. In another world, she would have loved working with him at the R.P.D. He may have even made a perfect candidate for S.T.A.R.S.
But the list of other worlds and what-ifs is a never ending one, and Jill stops herself before she gets carried away.
"So…" she says. "I guess we won't be seeing each other until the next time some prick digs up dirt on us again, huh?"
Leon gives a softhearted chuckle and a swift nod of his head. "Guess so."
It's a damn shame. Jill enjoyed Leon's company, while it lasted. There was something… freeing, about it. About him. About being with new company. Someone different and yet so similar. And it's not something she allowed herself to dwell on back then, when they were still in the middle of action.
It was there when they first bumped into each other—or rather, when he swung at her all of a sudden and they wrestled for a short moment before either one recognized the other. The way his grip was firm around her wrist. The way he took her by surprise. The way their bodies were almost glued together.
But now that she's got a chance to catch a breath, take a little break, it's starting to dawn on her. Emphasize itself. That attraction she felt toward him. A magnetic pull drawing her to him. To his irresistible eyes. Handsome face. Perfect hair.
But mostly, his kissable lips.
Her throat works up and down, hand squeezing the plastic cup of her coffee a little too tight.
Leon watches her with that mesmerizing gaze of his, as if he's studying her, as if he might be thinking the same things that she is.
Is he?
In her search for the answer, Jill dips her head in a rush, her lips finding their way to his like they've already been there before. It's quick, light, barely lasts a second before she pulls back an inch, her nose brushing his as their eyes lock.
A heartbeat passes.
Then his hand is on the back of her neck within a blink, pulling her in for another kiss, a longer, rougher, hungrier one. His lips move against hers with intent, and she melts right into it, leaning in until she's pressed against the bike and his body. Hot coffee spills on her hand, but she barely flinches. Her free hand lands on his thigh for support as she bends down. His arm is quick to wrap around her middle, keeping her on him. And they stay connected by the lips until they're almost out of air. Jill is the first one to part away, taking in a breath, heaving out another.
Leon exhales against her face. His arm loosens slightly from around her, but doesn't move away. His head tils back, blue eyes meeting hers. "Forget about dinner," he says in a hot breath, urgent and eager. "You down for a late-night ride?"
Her engine is already up and running, and there's only one answer to that question. "Very."
He responds with a chuckle.
Her cup of coffee is tossed in the trash bin, Leon hands her a second helmet, and she slides onto the bike, claiming the spot behind him, and then they hit the road.
Jill's phone buzzes in her pocket. She holds onto Leon with one hand gripping his shirt, and tugs her phone out from the pocket of her jeans.
Chris is calling.
The phone stays in her hand as she stares at it, ringing and ringing and ringing.
"Who is it?" Leon's voice is muffled in his helmet, head turned straight ahead, focusing on the road before them.
Jill waits until the call stops before she turns off her phone and stuffs it back into her pocket. "Not important right now," she says, wrapping her other arm around him, pressing her front to his back, swallowing a lump.
If she answered Chris's call, he would know, and Jill isn't sure yet that she wants anyone to know. In fact, she'd be happy to have some privacy for once in her life.
They arrive at the hotel Leon's been staying, and they're not even halfway to his room before they're making out again in the elevator, with her pressed up against the wall, his body on her, hands on her hips while her arms snake around his shoulders.
His shirt comes off the moment they stumble into his room. She kicks the door shut behind them, hands busy running up and down his bare abdomen while his own are working on the buttons of her jeans then tugging them down. His own pants are next. Their lips only part for her to take off her tank top and undershirt. Then they toss their shoes aside. The mattress bounces after she pushes him onto the bed and crawls on top of him, finding a perfect spot to sit just below his waist. Soft sighs erupt from them both at the contact. His arm stretches behind her, hand feeling for the clasp of her bra, undoing it with one fast flick of his fingers.
It's a night she won't forget anytime soon. Being naked on top of Leon Kennedy, gazing down at those gorgeous eyes of his, feeling his firm hands grip her hips while they move, riding a wave of pleasure so high it leaves her head spinning when it finally crashes.
She collapses on top of him. Heavy breaths mix with his, sweaty bodies tangled up together. His arm is loose around her. Her leg is sprawled over his, head buried in his neck.
"That's…" Leon says between short breath intakes, "one way to say goodbye."
Jill rolls off of him to lie on her back, brushing sweaty strands of hair from her face. "Already thinking about goodbyes?" She huffs. "I thought we were just getting started."
Leon chuckles. A full, hearty chuckle. "Ever considered not everyone is infected with a virus that gives them super stamina?"
Yes. Yes, she has. It's all she thinks about, sometimes. It's not particularly something she likes to think about when she's in bed with a man, though.
Jill manages a laugh anyway. "Just admit I'm more than you can handle." She sits up, resting on her elbow as she turns to look down at him. "Not quite what you expected, huh?"
"My expectations were met," he says, a warm hand reaching up to stroke her cheek, "and then surpassed. Now I'm out of words."
Her brows arch at the compliment. How many women did he say that to already?
His hand moves behind her neck and he brings her down for a slow, lazy kiss. "I was right before," he whispers into her mouth, presses another kiss, then continues, "we make a good team. Especially in bed."
"Don't have to limit our options," she teases, brushing her lips against his. "Plenty of other places to try."
He smirks. "True." His throat works up and down, the kissing stops and then, with less enthusiasm, he says, "not nearly enough time, though."
That's also not something she wants to think about right now. "Then maybe we shouldn't be wasting the time we do have," she says.
Leon's arm is firm when he holds her, flipping them around so he's lying on top of her this time. His forehead presses to hers, one hand running down her leg. His voice low and husky, he whispers, "Agreed." seconds before he sets her body on fire again.
Author's Note:
Thank you so much for anyone who's read this far! Chapters 2-5 are drafted, and chapter 6 is in progress right now. I'm not sure when I'll post the next update. I want to get a feel first for how much interest this first chapter gets. So if you read this and enjoyed it, please do let me know in the comments!
Thank you so much!