Claire and Veronica walked into the laundry room where it was small and had two sets of washers and dryers. Thankfully this would make their mission faster and easier. Veronica could not wait to get into the shower herself.

She wanted nothing more than to feel normal again. Her bones ached for hot water. The duo put their clothes in their respective washers and clicked them on, filling the room with a loud humming.

"I don't think I've ever been this excited to do laundry in my life ever," Veronica joked, but was serious at the same time. Claire giggled and nodded while taking a step closer to her.

"Figures it would take a zombie apocalypse to make me look forward to laundry day. Though I doubt I'll be any better when we get back home." Veronica sighed at the thought.

"Home. I hope they're doing ok."

"Speaking of, I saw a payphone down the hall. I say we make a couple calls while we wait for the clothes."

The two jogged over to the phone booth and found it to be working. With some leftover change, Veronica called her parents while Claire called both her grandparents and her roommate. They were teary-eyed conversations all while telling them that they were ok and that they would explain everything when they got home.

Veronica had the unfortunate opportunity to tell them of her friend's death and that the family needed to know in case she couldn't get back in time. Questions were thrown at her, but with payphone limits and the fear of being listened to, she couldn't answer.

Apparently, the news had just reported that Raccoon City was closed off, but they didn't know why. No news helicopter could fly in to see how it was going, and it worried their loved ones a lot. The last thing they said before ending the call was warning them about Umbrella. When they hung up the phone, Veronica felt like she could breathe again.

"I miss them," she whispered as they walked hand in hand back to the laundry room. The clothes had finished washing which led them to being put in the dryers.

"I know. I miss mine too. Though…I miss my brother the most. Even after all that, I still don't know where he is." That reminded Veronica of the letter she had saved. It was still in her back pocket.

"I know it's not much, but I saved his letter. I hope this will help," she said while handing it to the other. Claire was surprised she had kept it, but took it nonetheless. Her heart gave a flutter at the thought of Veronica saving it for her all this time.

"Vee…I…You're the best."

And for that, she shoved it into her pocket then leaned in to cup Veronica's face in her hands and capture her lips by surprise. Veronica didn't let the shock of it last long as she melted right into the kiss. Claire's lips felt so right against hers as they passionately intertwined. The electricity beneath her skin and the flutter in her stomach swooped low.

Then suddenly she was being pinned to the dryer behind her, lips never leaving hers as things began to heat up. Her arms reached up to wrap around Claire's neck to keep her close while the other's fell and were glued to her hips. The touch was gentle despite the desperation in how she squeezed, and she couldn't help but whimper.

Claire seemed to love the response she was getting and let her tongue lightly trace the other's bottom lip. Veronica gasped ever so slightly allowing her lover to lightly lap into her mouth. Her hips arched forward to press into Claire's when-

BEEP!

Both girls parted with startled expressions only to find that the sound was the timer going off for the laundry. The clothes were done…And just when things were getting interesting. Once they realized what was going on, they stared at each other breathlessly.

Veronica couldn't help but let out a giggle with Claire following as they fell into a fit of laughter. The older leaned forward to lay her head on Claire's shoulder and sighed as they died down.

"God, we are too paranoid for this," she whispered. Claire hummed and reached up to pet the other girl's hair.

"It'll definitely take some time for us to not be, but we're gonna be ok."

"I know," Veronica pulled back and pecked Claire on the lips a final time. "Let's get these clothes back to the others. I'm sure they're wondering where we are."

"I guess so. But this is far from over, you hear me?" Claire smirked at the red blossoming on Veronica's cheeks.

"You're too much."

"But you like me."

"Yeah…I do."

With a soft smile shared, the girls parted and went back to doing the laundry. The clean clothes were folded then they returned back to their separate rooms. By the time Veronica had walked in, she could hear Leon brushing his teeth from the bathroom. She walked over and knocked.

"I have your clothes!" she called.

She heard him spit, then the door unlocked and swung open. She couldn't help the warmth in her face at the sight of him with only a towel wrapped around his waist. He sure was a good-looking man, but she strayed her eyes away to keep herself grounded.

What really caught her attention was his eyes, which now were red and puffy. He had been crying again. Not that she could blame him.

"Thank you," he mumbled out while taking the clothes. Veronica nodded then turned to sit on the bed to let him finish.

It took him a few minutes before he came out in better condition. The sleeve of his shirt that sat on the shoulder that had been bandaged was torn roughly making him look unsymmetrical, but she figured with more bandaging coming, it wouldn't be soon enough. At least he smelled better and looked decent.

"Showers free," he motioned to the bathroom.

"Thank you. I'll hand you my clothes in a sec."

And just like she said, she handed the ball of clothes through the crack of the door to Leon.

"I'll be back when they're ready." There was a timid knock on the room door.

"Um, Leon? It's Sherry! Can I come in?" Sherry's muffled voice called.

"I'm coming!" he yelled while heading to the door. She could hear his footsteps walk away. "Ready to wash these clothes?" he asked Sherry.

"Yeah! They stink real bad!" Leon laughed and then the door closed.

Veronica smiled to herself at the exchange, but it faded at the sight of herself in the mirror. To be expected, she looked like how she felt…like a piece of garbage. Yikes!

The amount of dirt and grime on her body was disgusting. She was bruised all over the place from the constant falling and hitting things. The biggest ones were around her body from where she was grabbed by the G monsters or Birkin. Her temple had a visible swollen lump on the side from being knocked around by Irons and the elevator fall. She began to grow anxious about falling asleep, despite how tired she was.

There were minor cuts dotted all over the place with a long one on her cheek from…well she actually didn't know where she got it. She suspected it was from the falling glass where the Licker fell from the ceiling in the art room. That along with her hair was a giant messed up rats nest. She looked god-awful.

"Let's remedy that, shall we?" she muttered to herself.

Jumping into the tub, she had never been so happy to be taking a warm shower. Watching the dirt go down the drain was satisfying and the warmth cascading down her body was a wonderful feeling. She was basically freezing for almost twenty-four hours straight.

It took a couple of washes to get everything out, but she wanted every piece of the night out of her hair, literally. Standing in the water, she watched as some blood from her body slid down the drain. Memories of almost being slashed by Birkin came to mind and it made her chest ache with the pain of a possible bruised rib.

Suddenly, onslaught by the events of the night, she curled up onto the floor and began to cry. It was all so terrifying! They had almost died on multiple occasions, from both human and not human alike. Some of them, she was alone for. If it wasn't for Claire, she didn't know if she would've made it out. If anything, the Licker from the parking structure might have actually killed her. She was so lucky to be alive, but how was she going to live on with all of these memories?

A knocking at the bathroom door interrupted her thoughts.

"Veronica? You ok?" It was Leon. How long had she been in there? She sniffled and cleared her throat.

"Y-Yeah! I'm fine! I'll be out in a minute!"

She turned the water off and wrapped a towel around her. She opened the door to find Leon with a pile of folded clean clothes in his hands. His cheeks were red, though, having now seen her in only a towel as well, but that embarrassment stopped quickly when he noticed her puffy red eyes. Similar to how his was earlier.

"Hey, you ok?"

"Oh, yeah. I'm fine. Just...just peachy," she croaked. He nodded, somewhat in understanding as he held out her clothes to her. "I'll be here when you're ready." She nodded then disappeared back into the bathroom.

Not really bothering with the tights till they left, she slipped on her clean clothes. It was nice to wear something not moist and crusty. Once she was done, she was met with Leon sitting on the bed drinking some water.

"It's nice to feel normal again," she said to fill the silence. He nodded then stood up to face her.

"I uh…" he didn't seem to know what to say at first then sighed. "I don't really know what you went through last night either, but what we went through was fucked up. And it's ok to not be ok, you know?"

Veronica could feel the wall around her falling down. Even though this interaction mirrored earlier, it was nice to be on the other side for once. He understood that she had stayed strong all night long for everyone's sake, but now it was ok. Her bottom lip trembled as her eyes watered. He took a step toward her.

"Can I?" he gestured his arms out.

She nodded and fell into the warm embrace he offered. He may not have been Claire, but she was lucky to have a new friend who understood. His hands were warm and gentle as they held her together from shattering. She really wished Claire was here too.

"I-I'm so t-tired," she hiccupped into his non-injured shoulder.

"I know. But we're safe now. And just like you said, you're not alone. We're all in this together. So, we can talk about everything and try to get through this as a group. You can relax now."

She sniffled and pulled back to wipe her nose. He may still be a stranger, but he was a comforting person to be around. She could tell they were going to be good friends.

"Thank you, Leon."

"It's no problem. Now," he dropped his arms and placed his hands on his hips, "let's get you back to your 'gal pal' so we can get these injuries taken care of."

"Yeah, that would be stellar."

Leon used the phone in their room to call Claire and see if they could come over. She told them they could and to bring any medical supplies they had, so they did. Walking in, they found Sherry watching cartoons on the small T.V. while Claire was brushing out her drying hair. It was longer than what Veronica had expected, but she was super cute when it was down. She greeted the two with a smile then gestured to them to sit on the bed.

"Alright, let's get this party started. Who wants to go first?"

"I say the guy with the gunshot wound," Veronica cut in before Leon could say otherwise. Claire walked over and gestured for Leon to show the wound. Pulling the fabric away, she hummed at the sight of it.

"Luckily for you, I know what to do! Chris taught me in case of an emergency, but as soon as we get to a hospital, we should get it checked." Then she pulled her hair back up into her signature ponytail and grabbed some supplies.

For the next few hours, they all worked on each other's injuries to the best of their abilities all while keeping an eye on the news for any reports on Raccoon City. Nothing looked good.

New bandages, disinfecting cuts, taking pain pills, makeshift stitching they found down in Umbrella's lab. As much as they hated the company, their medicinal stuff worked wonders. It was no wonder why they were trusted so easily.

"I'm surprised we're all still alive, honestly," Claire said as her arm was being rebandaged. It was a superficial cut like she had said, but infection was still on the table.

"Same here. Who knew a bunch of ragtime civilians would be able to get through a zombie apocalypse," Veronica replied while tying the wound off.

"You guys don't think it'll spread, do you?"

"I don't know. All we can do is hope that it doesn't. We know it was spread by the rats, so as long as we don't see one, we should be ok," Leon added with a yawn from where he sat leaning against the bed headboard.

"Well, we should still barricade our doors before we sleep. I don't want some sort of surprise attack to happen."

"Agreed," Veronica said.

When they were done, they looked over at the clock to check the time. It was nine pm and poor little Sherry had fallen asleep on the side chair while watching T.V. Veronica was about to turn to signal to Leon that they should leave only to find him passed out too. His head hung low as he snored softly despite being in an uncomfortable position. The other survivors looked at each other and shrugged.

"Let them sleep," Claire suggested before walking over to Sherry.

She carefully picked her up from the chair and carried her still sleeping form over to the bed. Tucking her in was easy as she curled up to her pillow and breathed deeply. While she did that, Veronica took the notepad on the bedside table to write a small note to Leon, in case he woke up, telling him where they went.

With all of the lights off, except the bathroom as a nightlight, the girls snuck out of the room then walked to Veronica and Leon's room next door. They giggled at the sight of such tired friends, but the girls weren't far off with the same feeling.

Once in the room, they pushed some unused furniture in front of the door and shut the curtains to keep the light from peeking out. There wasn't much they could use to block it, so they had to make do.

Veronica let out a loud yawn while they got ready for bed. Sleeping sounded so good at that moment. Even though they wanted to keep...doing things...they were so tired that they needed a night of sleep.

Considering that they were alive and out of Raccoon City, they had plenty of time to do things together later. They wondered what to wear while sleeping but knowing how far away from the city they were, they decided to just get comfortable. It was just for one night anyways.

Slipping out of her shorts and taking off her bra, Veronica slipped under the sheets of the bed wearing her black tank top and her panties. She was too tired to be embarrassed, all she wanted to be was comfortable. She stretched out and relaxed against the mattress.

She looked over and watched as Claire did the same, leaving them to match as she dove under the covers. While it was very pleasing to see Claire's built form, she couldn't really react much. Her eyelids were getting heavier by the second.

Claire quickly let her hair down and set the elastic onto the nightstand. Veronica wanted nothing more than to run her fingers through the locks. She slightly reached up to touch the ends of it.

"You're hair's so pretty when its down," she whispered.

Claire smiled then leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. Then she turned to shut off the lamp on the nightstand. It spooked them both for a second, but they knew they couldn't sleep with the lights on. So instead, they got comfortable and cuddled close with hesitation. After everything, they had been through, what even were boundaries at this point.

"Don't worry Vee. I'll keep an eye out," she whispered while drawing close. Vee couldn't help but roll onto her side and drape an arm over Claire's waist.

"I think my low-grade concussion isn't going to do anything tonight. But I do appreciate the lookout," she tiredly joked. Claire chuckled and wrapped both of her arms around the other to keep close.

"I'll always lookout for you, gal pal."

"I think we're a little more than that at this point."

"We definitely are. Now go to sleep."

"Mm good night, Claire," she yawned.

"G'night Vee."


It was dark. Veronica was running. Running through the orphanage shouting for Sherry and Claire. She was totally alone and couldn't find anyone as she searched every room. Panic flooded her as she realized that she hadn't checked downstairs. She didn't know why but she was full of dread at the thought of going down there.

She sprinted down the stairs and found a familiar door chopped up into pieces, like an axe had hacked into it. Climbing across the threshold, she shined her flashlight down the blood red hallway, dimly lit with the sconces on the wall. Rain was pelting the windows as lightening flashed across them. She turned the corner and heard a familiar voice grunting in pain in the darkness.

It all felt like slowmotion.

"Claire?" she whimpered out.

Walking closer to the end, Claire's form came hobbiling from around the corner, face scrunched up in pain. She was panting and clutching at her chest and suddenly Veronica felt like her feet were glued to the floor.

"VeEeEe," Claire groaned. But her voice, it sounded all wrong. Like there was two. She was getting closer now.

"Claire, what's wrong!?"

"ToO LaTe."

"What?!"

Why did this seem so familiar?

Claire stumbled over to her and grasped at Veronica's shoulders harshly. Then she reached down and pulled her jacket open. Her fingers dug into her chest almost as if to dig into her skin. Something was moving inside it and suddenly Veronica knew what was coming. Claire gasped and lifted her face into view of the outside light. Her eye was swollen and there were veins sprouting.

"HeLp Me!"

The sickening sound of bone crunching had Veronica trying to back away but only by a step. Her legs felt like lead, she couldn't get away fast enough. She didn't want to see the inevitable! Oh god, Claire's fingers almost looked like they were going to tear her chest open!

"Please don't!"

There was blood starting to drip down Claire's chest. Her eyes rolling back in her sockets. God, she was going to burst!

"CLAIRE STOP!" Veronica cried out, bolting upright in the bed.

"Whoa! Hey, Vee it's ok!" a familiar voice spoke softly beside her.

Gentle hands touched her arm as she slowly came back to reality. Turning her head, she found Claire staring at her worriedly, the light on beside her illuminating the room. She wasn't crazy or in pain, she was normal. Veronica winced at the echo in her brain.

Gasping for breath, she looked around in fear and it took her a moment to realize where she was. She was lying in bed at a dingy motel, hours away from Raccoon City. The horrors of a zombie apocalypse were far behind her.

Claire was sitting right beside her awake and alive. That's right. She's safe. I'm safe.

"I'm safe," the older whispered to herself, her hands reaching up to rub her face for comfort. She could feel the layer of sweat on her skin cool as she moved.

"That's right. You are safe."

She took a couple of deep breaths to ground herself as the dream replayed in her head. What a terrifying nightmare! Considering what she had been through, it was safe to say that this was expected to happen.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, her eyes watering as it all hit her hard.

She still couldn't believe that they had made it. They had not only survived the outbreak, but they had lived through multiple battles with Birkin, the Tyrant, sewer mutants, Lickers, Ivys, and zombie dogs. They had watched people die in the goriest of ways, and the saddest. A part of her was proud of the resilience they showed and the courage they put in to get through it. The other part wished they didn't have to do it at all.

Despite everything, one of the best things to come out of this entire situation was meeting Claire. Not to mention she was able to become friends with Leon and Sherry, as well. But Claire was something else.

They had saved each other countless times, so much so she wasn't sure how she could possibly repay the younger girl. They bonded and shared stories of their lives in their downtime and grew to know each other. They became friends and, in the end, maybe even something more. The thought that they could continue to do so made her feel a little better.

"Don't be," Claire replied, her voice quiet and soothing. "You have nothing to be sorry for."

"Nightmares really do suck," Veronica joked weakly as she rubbed at her eyes. Claire sighed and wrapped an arm around her girl's shoulders to bring her close. Veronica couldn't help but melt into her embrace.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" The thought of reliving it sounded horrible. She shook her head.

"Not right now. It's too fresh. I'm sure your tired anyways."

"Hardly," Claire said as she reached down and took Veronica's hand in hers. She brought it up to her lips to press a gentle kiss to her knuckles. "You can wake me anytime you need me. And besides, you weren't the only one having bad dreams."

Veronica turned her head to see the bags under Claire's eyes. She looked tired, but there was a fear in her eyes that she would have almost missed if she weren't looking so close. Veronica reached up with her other hand to brush some of the other's hair away from her face.

"Did you want to talk about it?"

"I doubt you'd want to hear it after yours."

"Well, I'm also here for you, you know. I don't mind listening and frankly, I need the distraction." Claire hesitated.

"I don't know…You were in it." Veronica laid her head on Claire's shoulder.

"Let me help. Please?" Claire sighed as she gave in, wanting to open up after being stuck in her own head. She had been up for an hour spiraling before Veronica woke.

"Ok, but I should warn you. It was probably the worst nightmare I've ever had." Veronica nodded and squeezed the hand in hers. "We were in the lab and facing off against Birkin after getting the agent. For some reason, there was a Licker there and he had jumped onto you and knocked you down to the ground. There was blood from where it had clawed at you before disappearing and I just remember hearing you scream. Then Birkin started coming towards you and you couldn't get up. I lifted my gun to shoot when I was tackled to the ground." Claire's breath hitched as she recounted.

"I could hear the two voices of the people pinning me down. Irons and Annette. He was making fun of me for not saving you and she was urging me to find Sherry. I couldn't move. I just laid there and watched –" She was stopped by a hand gently reaching up to turn her face so that a pair of lips could meet hers.

She let herself be kissed as she was getting too deep into her nightmare. Actually saying what had happened was worse than she had thought. She didn't expect to start spiraling midway, so the kiss was a welcomed distraction. Veronica pulled away and let her thumb graze Claire's cheek.

"I'm sorry I asked. That was a terrifying dream! I think we both have had enough of that tonight." Claire nodded as her eyes strayed to Veronica's lips, wanting to keep going.

"Agreed."

"At least that's all it was. Just a nightmare."

"Right. Just a dream." Claire breathed out to calm herself. "Maybe we should try and get some sleep. Hopefully with good dreams instead." In reality, she did not want to do that. She would rather be doing something else.

"I don't think I can. I mean, we could just lay back down and talk."

"We could do that. Light on or off?"

"Off. Just in case."

Veronica wasn't ready to fall back into that scary state. Despite seeming nervous at her suggestion Claire nodded. The two settled back into bed then turned the light off, leaving them in darkness. They both laid down onto their sides while facing each other. The only other source of light were only a few cracks of light from the outside lamps peeking through the sides of the curtains on the window next to them, but it wasn't much.

"What did you want to talk about?" Claire asked.

"I'm not sure," Veronica responded. "I guess, once we get back, what are you planning to do?" Claire hummed in thought.

"I haven't thought that far if I'm honest. We're going to get you home first, but eventually I'm gonna start looking for Chris. We might be apart for a while, while I do." That thought made Veronica sad. She reached up to hold Claire's hand between them.

"Oh. I guess I didn't think about that."

"You could come with me. Travel to Europe and find him. Kick his ass like you've been wanting to. Maybe expose Umbrella while we're at it," Claire sort of joked. But it worked as Veronica giggled.

"As fun as that sounds, I don't think I have it in me to go on another serious adventure for a long while."

"I can understand that…I'll miss you though." She said that last part in a whisper.

"I'll miss you too…But hey! I still expect all of those wonderful dates you promised when you back!"

"As if I can ever forget. I never break a promise."

"Good. I expect the full princess treatment with all the kisses I can ask for."

"Deal…but I don't suppose I could start early and give you some if you ask now," Claire said suggestively. Veronica bit her lip as she saw where things were going.

"I suppose I should while we have the time."

"We have all night," Claire whispered as she shimmied a little closer. Veronica's eyes flitted down to the other's lips and felt herself leaning in halfway.

"Please…"

Claire dove in and pressed her lips to Veronica's hungrily, the other meeting her with the same passion. It was everything she could have asked for and more. Despite the hunger, there was tenderness in the kiss. Veronica's hand let go of Claire's to place it on her cheek, which had Claire reach up to keep it in place. The buzzing beneath soft sweaty skin seemed to fade in the background as feelings spilled wordlessly between parted lips and whispered sighs.

Then without stopping, Claire sat up a bit only to roll on top of Veronica, a leg placed between hers for support. Two warm bodies pressed into the mattress, not wanting to separate even just a little. Veronica let one of her hands drift down to Claire's waist to hold while the other threaded through the long locks of hair to keep at the back of her head.

Claire shivered and pulled away but only to give them a moment to breathe before leaning back in. She let her tongue trail along Veronica's bottom lip, gently asking for permission. Veronica parted her lips with a sigh, allowing the other girl to slowly intertwine her tongue with hers. God, Veronica could feel her heart beat in her ears, but she felt like goo in this girl's arms.

The heat was overwhelming in the room as things began to grow racier with each touch. There was a wildness to Claire that Veronica could feel in everything the girl did to her and it felt so right. Claire latched her teeth on Veronica's bottom lip to lightly tug at before kissing it again to soothe the bite. Then she began to leave a trail of kisses down the other girl's jaw to her neck. The older gasped softly at the feel of tongue and teeth on her skin as Claire sucked pretty purple bruises along it.

"Claire~"

"Hm?"

"Please…"

"What do you want?" Claire asked, voice teasing as she dragged a hand down the middle of Veronica's chest. She didn't touch anything important and that had the girl whimper in want.

"God, anything."

"Anything?" Veronica hummed a yes. "While that is very tempting, I don't think 'anything' is a good idea on a first date."

Claire pulled up and sat back on her knees to overlook Veronica's blushing form. Her hair was fanned beneath her on the pillow, lips swollen and wet with spit. Hazy brown eyes gazed up at her with such care, Claire just might explode.

"What then?"

"I mean, we could play a little, but I say we save 'anything' for next time. After we've had a few more dates under our belts, yeah?"

The thought of Claire wanting to save more for when they were more built up in a relationship had Veronica falling deeper into the hole of how much she really liked Claire. God, she was a keeper. Despite feeling impatient with what she currently wanted, she was all for it.

"Yeah, I'd like that a lot," she said with a dreamy air to her voice.

"Good. I do too. But for now," Claire licked at her teeth like a predator ready to eat its prey. Her eyes trailed down over Veronica's body, and it made said girl tremble. Heat was traveling down to her core, making her throb. "We'll take things easy."

For Claire, easy did not mean just a makeout. And Veronica was so not complaining.

Claire slid that same hand from before to the hem of Veronica's tank top, fingers dancing idly just underneath it. The older girl bit her lip and nodded. With it granted, Claire let her hand trail up and stop just at her ribcage. She kept it there for a moment, letting the heat of her palm seep into the skin beneath it. It had Veronica squirming.

The younger liked how desperate her girl was so she gave in and cupped her breast in her hand. She gave it a light squeeze which made Veronica whimper then let her thumb swipe across her nipple. God, she loved how she felt in her hand. It was like a perfect fit.

She couldn't help but dive back down to kiss her wetly as she kneaded the flesh in her hand. Veronica moaned into the kiss and arched into the touch. She wanted to do something, anything to even try to return the favor but could only reach down to squeeze Claire's perky behind.

It was hard to focus when there were suddenly two hands on both of her breasts, squeezing and pinching in a way that had her undoubtedly soaking through her underwear. She bit her own lip and let her hands slide down the other girl's thighs. The skin was so soft there, she wanted to bite it. But that would be another time.

Lips were now kissing down her clothed chest till they were mouthing just above her belly button. Her shirt had ridden up, but it was still in the way. She tugged the fabric up more, before Claire took it upon herself to finish the job. She herself pulled it up till Veronica's breasts were now out in the open and that had Claire's mouth watering. Veronica really was so beautiful like this.

She pressed a trail of kisses up till her mouth latched onto a nipple, sucking on it lightly while a hand was on the other to play with. Veronica gasped in pleasure and let her head hang back as she closed her eyes, reveling in the feeling. Claire was skilled with her mouth just in kissing her and doing this. She could only imagine how good she was in other places.

"Claire~" she moaned. "Please…"

Said girl hummed before switching breasts and despite how good Veronica was already feeling, Claire decided to take it up a notch. The hand she had on her chest had disappeared before reappearing at Veronica's thigh. Her thumb brushed the skin for a moment before anchoring under the girl's knee. Much to Veronica's surprise, she pushed the leg forward till it was bent, leaving Veronica spread out.

She gasped at the sudden pressure of Claire so close to such a sensitive area then watched as Claire pulled away from her chest with a pop. Pulling back, she looked over Veronica and sighed. She pushed some of her hair behind her ear and bit her lip at the sight of her lover looking so debauched.

"What a pretty girl I have~," she purred. Veronica swallowed the spit in her mouth before answering breathlessly.

"More like what I have."

"Then what a pretty pair we are."

"So pretty," Veronica whispered while reaching up to tug at the shirt Claire was still wearing. The younger got the idea and tugged the shirt over her head and tossed it somewhere behind her. That had Veronica doing the same since she still had hers barely on. "So pretty for me."

Her perky breast had Veronica vibrating out of her skin. She wanted to touch too. She slid her hands up Claire's torso, giving her time to back out if she didn't want that, but she didn't. Instead, she let Veronica's hands keep going till they reached her breasts to squeeze. She hummed and leaned into the touch but then got an idea.

Her legs were already in position, so she pressed her hips forward till they were pressed together. It took a few angles, but she got the right one eventually that had them both whimpering at such sensitivity. She dragged her hips back and forth as such pretty petals rubbed against each other. Even with their underwear still on, it still felt so good.

Veronica's hands dropped back down to Claire's waist to hold in place. It was hot and the pressure was so nice against the dull throb they both had within them. Veronica moaned and lifted her hips to meet the other's and felt the string of how tightly she was wound up growing taut. She had been building up all night and it was no brainer how easily she was undone. God, she didn't want this to end.

"C-Claire, I'm so close already," she whispered.

"Oh, baby, that's ok~. You can come."

The biker pressed down a little harder and that seemed to catch on the sensitive bud just right that had Veronica crying out. Claire focused on doing that again and again until finally her lover fell apart beneath her.

Veronica suddenly tightened her grasp around Claire's hips and her head tilted back almost too roughly. Her eyes were shut tight as her orgasm rippled through her body. Her hips stuttered upward, and Claire could feel her pulse beneath her. The wetness of her panties seemed to grow if that were possible.

Pleasure filled Veronica's body even as she came down from her high. She sagged against the mattress beneath her as she tried to catch her breath. Claire had stopped moving for her sake and waited as she came back down to Earth. Blinking her eyes open, she looked up to Claire and smiled.

"Hi," she breathed out, sated in so many ways.

"Hi sweet thing. Feel good baby?"

"Mhm~"

"Good."

"Can I-you?" Veronica tried asking with a tongue full of lead. Claire giggled and nodded.

"Please~"

"How do you want it? I could get my mouth on you, if you wanted." Claire was almost taken aback by how blunt Veronica was, but it made her drip at the thought.

"Let's save that for next time. I could just ride your thigh for now," she said while leaning over to press a kiss to Veronica's lips.

"Mm ok. Could I touch you there with my fingers too?" Claire nodded her head enthusiastically.

"Please~"

She got into a better position then sat herself on Veronica's thigh. The fabric of Claire's panties was soaked through and leaking onto her skin, but she didn't care. If she weren't so exhausted, she would be gearing up to go again at the sight. Feeling like the fabric was a bit too in the way, she reached down to part them till Claire's lower lips were exposed.

Claire was surprised by the sudden role change, but she wasn't particularly complaining. They would have to talk dynamics later, but she was too desperate to come.

With the fabric out of the way, she pressed down and moaned at the feeling of bare skin. She couldn't stop herself from rocking back and forth, her own slick lubing the slide easily. Veronica took this moment to lean up and get her mouth on one of Claire's breasts, tongue swirling around the hard bud.

God, this was the best day of her life!

Claire's breath stuttered at the feeling only to stop entirely as fingers dragged down her belly to where she sitting. Veronica's thumb swiped at her clit enough that had Claire's thighs shaking. She was going to try and press into her, but without warning, Claire tensed and grabbed onto Veronica's head to hold in place against her chest. Smothered by boobs, yeah that's a great way to go.

"Oh, Vee~!"

The guttural moan she let out had Veronica feeling the tingles within her again. She could feel the other girl soak her thigh as she came. Claire rut down hard as she rode out the high. Guess she wasn't too far off either. Body fluids were dripping down their skin, but neither cared as they both tried to find feeling in their bodies.

Claire relaxed her arms from where they had wrapped around her lover's head and fell forward to lay her own in the crook of Veronica's neck. While she was trying to breathe in lungs full of air, Veronica took this moment to pull Claire close by wrapping her arms around the girl's waist. She reached down to fix Claire's panties and used the sheets beneath her to wipe off the slick on her thigh.

"How do you feel?" she asked, lips pressed to Claire's temple in a kiss. Claire hummed in a pleasant purr.

"Like maybe I did die back there, and this is my heaven," she cheesed. Veronica giggled at the bad joke and shook her head.

"In the nicest way possible, never say that to me again." Claire chuckled then leaned up to kiss her cheek.

"My bad."

"But I will say…me too." They both smiled at each other lovingly before falling to lie back down on the bed. "Did you like it?" she asked nervously. Claire reached up to push some of Veronica's hair away from her face.

"I did, very much. Did you?"

"I'll put it this way. I don't know about you, but nightmares aside, I've just had the best moment of my life."

"The best? Well seems like next time, I'll have to work on doing even better."

They both began to giggle as they both rolled into more comfortable positions. They both got back under the sheets and settled back into bed. Veronica was being spooned from behind in her lover's chest with Claire's arms wrapped around her lovingly. Their legs intertwined happily beneath the sheets.

"I really am excited for next time…Whatever it will be."

"I am too. I promise there will be more time and less danger."

"Yeah, those movies better not have one zombie in them."

"Now that I can deliver."

They sighed and relaxed with eyes starting to close as exhaustion began to hit them. Claire kissed her one last time on her temple.

"Here's to hoping for better dreams," Veronica said with a yawn.

"Yeah. Hey, Vee?"

"Hm?"

"Are you glad we're 'gal pals'?"

"Absolutely."

New Game: Scenario A.

I just wanna say thank you so much to everyone who has read it and stayed even when I was down for months. BUt alas here we are and I really appreciate everyone who read it. I hope you liked it. If you want more, this is part of the collection for LEON A/Claire B scenarios. So if you want some Leon action in the same format, check the story Partners out There will also be an Aftermath with Claire coming soon!