One More Time
Title: One More Time
Rating: R for a lemon and mild swearing.
Summary: Chris Redfield returned from Rockford Island weeks ago. He's faced the undead, the death of friends, and betrayal to boot. So why is it so hard to just make a simple phone call?
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story.
Chris Redfield eyed the silver phone beside him, his deep blue eyes
focused intensely on the silent machine. He couldn't understand what
was so hard about picking up the phone, dialing a simple number and
having a conversation with her, why couldn't he do it? He had faced
difficult missions in the air force, Wesker, and even the undead
without feeling the least bit nervous. But when it came to her, it was
completely different
Jill Valentine was like no woman he had ever encountered before.
Whenever she was near him, he couldn't help but stare at her and
completely forget everything else that he was doing at that time. He
began to imagine the way she would smile and gently tuck her chestnut
hair behind her ear, how she was so brave even in the most dangerous
situations, and how she always stuck with her friends and comrades, no
matter what, and he couldn't help but smile. That was Jill Valentine.
They were just beginning to get close, her and Chris. And then he abruptly left when Leon informed him of Claire's distress call to him.
She hadn't heard from him since. The thought of giving him a call
hadn't left Jill's mind for the past few weeks, but she couldn't bring
herself to pick up the phone for him. There was no way she was going
to be the weak one and go running to him just because she hadn't heard
from him in two weeks. But…what if something happened to him while he
was getting Claire? What if that's why he hadn't called yet?
Jill bit her lip and crossed her arms over her chest, looking at the
phone. That's it; she was going to call him. She just had to think of
it as a friend concerned for her friend's safety, and not someone
being clingy.
She let out a sigh and walked over to her phone as it sat on a small
table beside her couch. As she bent down to pick it up, it started
ringing and nearly gave her a heart attack. Other than the rain
pounding against her windows and the brief thunder from the sky, her
apartment had been completely silent for the past few hours. Picking
up the phone, she took a seat on the couch and put it to her ear.
"Hello?"
"Jill?"
She couldn't believe it. It was Chris. What perfect timing.
"Chris, hi. How are you? Is Claire okay?"
"She's fine. She's just spending a few days with Leon; she was pretty
upset. And as for me, I'm okay. A bit bored though, since there isn't
much to do outside because of all the rain."
"I'm sorry; would you rather have the sun out with its best friend heat?"
She heard a chuckle come from the other end of the phone and found
herself smiling. How she missed the sound of his laugh. The past two
weeks seemed like years, probably mostly because she had no clue as to
whether Chris was even alive or not.
"I guess you've got a point there." He said before silence came
between the two friends.
Both of them sat, waiting for the other to break the silence that had
suddenly reared its ugly face. Jill played with her phones cord, and
waited to hear Chris voice in her ear. Unfortunately, Chris was doing
the same.
"So what are you-" Chris said at the exact same time Jill said "What have you-"
Both of them shared an uncomfortable laugh in unison after hearing
them both say something at the same time. "You go first." She told
him.
"Okay. Um…actually I just wanted to know what you were doing today."
Jill felt her heart skip a beat at his question. So there was no
guarantee that Chris wanted to hang out with her or anything, but at
least it gave her some hope. "Nothing, why?"
"You want to come over and maybe watch a movie, or just hang out?"
He tried to make it sound as casual and easy to say as he could, but
he had a feeling Jill could tell that he practically had to force the
question out.
She smiled before answering. "Sure. What time do you
want me to come over?"
"Whenever you can is fine with me."
"Alright. I'll be there in a few hours, okay?"
"Sounds good. I'll see you in a bit Jill."
Saying goodbye, she hung up the phone and found herself sitting in the
silence that was her apartment again. Maybe today wasn't going to be
such a bad day after all.
~*~*~*~*~*~
"Jill!" Chris let out, jumping up from the nastiness that was a bed in
the cell Wesker had thrown him in.
"Sorry about the wait." She said smiling.
"So everything's taken care of?"
"Well almost. Now lets get the hell out of here."
Knocking at his front door awoke Chris from his thoughts, and he
found himself gazing out the window to look at the drenched streets of
New York City. Turning away from the glass, Chris made his way towards
the door. He couldn't help but smile at the sight of her standing
before him. Her hair was damp and clung to the side of her face
tightly, and seemed to bring out her sapphire eyes.
"Hey. Come on in."
Making her way into his apartment, she looked around to see it was
just as messy as it had always been. Heaps of clothes covered random
spots of his apartment floor, along with shoes and the occasional
video game box. She smiled to herself as she took her jacket off and
hung it up next to Chris'.
"I can see where Claire gets her neatness from." She thought to
herself sarcastically.
"I started cleaning, but then I kind of got lost while looking
outside my window. And well, here we are now."
"I can see that." She laughed slightly, taking a seat on his couch,
soon followed by Chris as he sat next to her. "You know, I could never
quite understand how you Redfields got to be so damn messy. I mean,
Claire's place looks exactly like yours."
"Hey now, I'm a guy, I'm allowed to be messy. Claire is just lazy."
"I'm pretty sure Claire would kick your ass if she ever heard you
call her lazy."
"Probably." There was a pause and shifty eyes before Chris spoke
again. "Don't tell her."
"Why? It's been a while since I saw some good old Redfield sibling fights."
"It's also been a while since I participated in a good old
Valentine/Redfield fight." Chris growled, jumping at his friend.
Jill let out a squeal as Chris tackled her, pushing her down on the
couch as he tried to tickle her. That was one thing about Jill that
Chris loved, she hated to be tickled. "No, Chris stop!" She let out
between laughs as she tried to catch his hands before they made
contact with her sides.
In an attempt to stop her from interfering with his tickling, Chris
managed to grab a hold of her hands. Once he did, he held them in
place above her head and found himself looking down at her as both
their smiles slowly began to disappear from their faces. In all the
excitement, Chris didn't realize that he was sitting over Jill's small
frame. In fact, he was so caught up in the deep staring that they had
going on that he didn't notice that for a while.
Jill felt his strong hands hold her wrists down without causing any
pain. But even if he had been, she probably wouldn't have noticed.
Everything around them, and ever problem in the world that she had on
her shoulder since she walked through that door was gone, and the only
thing that remained was her and Chris. The feeling of his knees
against her the outside of her waist just felt so right. The longer
she stared at him, the more she wanted to be with him.
Lifting her head up as much as she could, she waited as Chris brought
his head down to her level, still maintaining his grip on her small
wrists, only stopping when he felt Jill's soft lips over his. He froze
there for a few short seconds, unsure if Jill wanted to end the lip
lock or not.
Apparently, she didn't.
Running her tongue along his lips imploringly, she felt Chris smile
against her lips as he accepted her request. The taste of Jill was
nothing like he had expected, it was so much better than he ever could
have thought it would be. Chris found his grip around Jill's wrists
diminishing as their tongues continued to explore one another's
mouths, barely taking the time to breathe. He felt Jill's gently hands
rest on his cheeks as his hands rested on the couch on either side of
her head to support him. Jill couldn't help but smile as she felt his
rough beard on his face, a simple feeling that she seemed to crave for
so long. Finally, Chris needed to take a breath. Pulling away from
Jill's face, they both panted as they stared into each other's calm
blue eyes.
"Chris, I-I have to go." She said suddenly, pushing him off her in
the gentlest way she could.
"What? What's wrong?" He asked, getting up and watching her as she
took her jacket and made her way to his door.
"Nothing. I just--I have to go." She said again, fighting back the
tears that were beginning to swell up in her eyes.
Closing the door behind her, Chris let himself fall back onto the
couch and found himself staring at the black TV screen. Why would she
leave?
~*~*~*~*~*~
Jill didn't sleep well that night. She kept tossing and turning,
thinking of the short kiss that she shared with Chris. For so long she
imagined what it would be like to kiss him. And when it finally
happens, she runs away. Why?
She couldn't even answer that simple question as it ran through her
head for hours. It was getting late, and she knew that sleep would be
a good thing to do, but she just couldn't calm herself down enough to
get some shut eye. But of course, she would have no such luck, at
least not tonight.
The sudden burst of the phone's ringing startled Jill and made her
reach out for it instantly, not wanting to hear its loud noise anymore
than she had to. "Hello?"
"Jill?!" Claire screeched on the other end.
"Claire? Are you alright?"
"I should ask you that!"
"What are you talking about?"
"Chris kissed you and you left? I thought you liked him!"
"…I do."
"Then why'd you run away?"
Jill didn't say anything. She opened her mouth to respond, but found
nothing but air came out. She couldn't answer that, she didn't know
how. She wished there was an answer for that, but there really wasn't.
At least, not now. And, when Claire heard nothing from the other
woman, she pressed on, "Jill, I know he liked you, just give him a
chance."
~*~*~*~*~*~
After returning with his little sister from Rockford Island, Chris
had looked at it as a sign from God that he had better let his
feelings for Jill be known. He must have survived two zombie
adventures for a reason.
"Yeah, to take care of Claire." His mind told him.
That was obvious, but there had to be something else, someone else.
That someone was Jill. She also survived zombies twice, when pretty
much 90% of the S.T.A.R.S. team had died. How could she and Chris have
survived?
"Don't forget Barry and Wesker."
He felt his eyebrows squeeze together at the thought of Wesker. That
jag off had better be dead for what he did to his fallen comrades and
Claire.
Chris found it hard to look away from the darkness of the night that
was outside his window. His thoughts seemed to be so far away as he
sat in his trance. So when there was sudden pounding on the door, he
snapped out of his thoughts and looked towards the exit of his
bedroom. Pushing himself off the side of his bed, he made his way
towards the front door, all the while wondering who it could be so
late. When he opened the door, the person standing in front of him
gave him both a shock and surprise.
"Jill?"
Walking up to him, Jill pulled him down to her height and brought his
lips to hers, wrapping her arms around his neck. Pushing her way into
his apartment, she slammed the door shut with her foot, not removing
her lips from Chris' for a second. She felt his hands wrap themselves
around her waist as her tongue played with his, taking in the taste of
Chris Redfield once again. Pulling away from her face only a few
inches, Chris whispered to her before he let her continue. "Why don't
we…go to my room and finish this up?" He asked breathlessly, a sly
smile appearing on his face.
Jill smiled and walked closely behind him as she followed him to his
bedroom. As soon as they got there, he turned around to face her
again, where he was met by her hands as they pushed him back onto his
bed. Propping himself up on his elbows, he watched Jill as she
straddles his waist, pretty much the same position he was in several
hours ago.
Resting her hands on his shoulders, Jill's mouth found Chris' again
and continued their lip lock. She felt his warm, large hands slowly
make their way up her creamy bare leg, inching towards the hem of her
skirt slowly. She let out a soft moan in Chris' mouth when he reached
her most sensitive spot. A shiver ran through her body as Chris'
steady finger began to stoke her. His gentle rhythm began to speed up
as she grew more excited on top of him. She had never been this worked
up before, and judging from the budge that was gradually swelling up
in his pants, he was getting pretty hot and heavy too.
Before Jill could reach her climax, Chris removed his damp finger
from over her panties and slowly let his hands wrap themselves around
her t-shirt. Another shiver coursed through her when she felt his hot
hands reach up her shirt, lifting it up over their head and allowing
their lips to part until the material was off. Tossing it aside and
onto the floor, Chris hungrily attacked Jill's lips, his hands now
working at her bra.
Unfortunately, the bra was definitely not one of Chris' field of
expertise. His fingers fumbled with the fleecy fabric as he struggled
with it. Jill couldn't help but let out a laugh in his mouth when she
realized that he was having problems. What was it with men and bras?
It wasn't as if it was rocket science! After a few more moments, she
reached around to relieve him from his war with the hooks. Once she
unhooked it, Chris' hands slipped the straps off her shoulders and
threw the garment aside as well. He took a hold of her perfect chest
and listened to her moans as they continued, letting out small gasps
of his own when she began grinding over his crotch, her tongue still
stuck in his mouth.
Reaching down to his belt, Jill tore it off and let it fall beside him
on the bed as she hurried to get his pants off. Pushing them down to
his ankles and then kicking them off, Chris lifted up his arms and let
Jill take off his shirt, revealing his perfect chest. Running her
fingertips along his washboard abs, she felt the heat rise around her.
Or was it just her?
Chris' hands unzipped her skirt, and she stood on her knees as he
pulled it down, along with her silk panties. She managed to drop her
skirt and panties on the floor together before moving to work on
Chris' boxers.
Having Jill on top all this time was fun and all, but Chris wanted to
at least struggle for dominance. Grabbing a hold of her shoulders, he
pushed her over so she was under him. She struggled slightly to be on
top, but he just smiled evilly. "Damn you." She whispered.
"Aw, I was hoping you'd say 'fuck you' and then I'd say 'go right ahead'."
Jill laughed, her calm eyes stuck on his. The smile slowly disappeared
from Chris' face when he felt her smooth legs wrap themselves around
his. Putting his hands in position by her side, Chris thrust himself
into Jill's moist opening. Feeling herself opening for his swollen
member made a jolt run through Jill; it was a feeling that,
unfortunately, she hadn't felt in a while. He pushed himself in and
out, going deeper and faster as seconds past.
Grabbing onto a bed post, Jill tilted her hips upward, allowing Chris
to push farther into her. The heat was getting more intense, almost
unbearable as Jill let out moans of approval. Hearing Jill make those
noises, and feeling her enveloping him so tightly made it near
impossible for Chris to hold on. After a few short moments, he felt
himself give into the feeling that was taking over his body, and let
go of everything he was holding in.
Arching her back, Jill cried out in bliss as the warm feeling of
Chris' release ran into her small body, while Chris threw his head
back and allowed himself to reach his well deserved climax.
After a few seconds, he withdrew himself from Jill and laid down next
to her, wrapping his arms around her "I'm sorry we didn't do this
earlier." Chris chuckled, tucking a loose strand of damp hair behind
Jill's ear.
"So am I."
There was a silence as he hugged Jill, resting his head on top of hers.
"Oh by the way, Claire says hi."