Meanwhile, down at Emmy's Diner...
"Stupid freaky weather," Jill muttered as she took a sip of her tea. "Why couldn't it rain like this down in Exeter? Or Harvardville?"
The S.T.A.R.S. member was seated in her favorite booth inside Emmy's Diner, with Rita seated on the opposite end, the Louisiana-born cop also nursing a cup of warm tea. Outside, the people rushed about to get out of the rain.
Like Barry, Rita was also privy to the fact that despite the rumor mill, Jill was sleeping with Chris. And also like Barry, Rita had promised to keep Jill's secret.
"So...how are things going with you and You-Know-Who?" Rita asked.
"Great," Jill replied, albeit a tad quickly. "Things are just great."
Rita frowned. "Don't try and bullshit me, Valentine," she drawled. "Somethin's eating you. So what is it?"
Jill looked at her tea for a moment before turning back to the short-haired blonde. "Is having a relationship based solely on lust a bad thing?" she asked.
"In most cases, yeah," Rita confirmed. She then put two and two together. "You mean to tell me that all the both of you did nothing but fuck each others' brains out for the past two months?"
Jill sheepishly nodded.
"Hell, it's a wonder that no one hasn't caught on," Rita said. She then leaned forward. "So...how is he in bed?"
"RITA! That's personal!" Jill squealed.
"HA! I knew it!" Rita whooped. "He is a pistol!" After calming down, Rita continued. "Look, I can see that you care for him a lot, but you're scared that you might lose him, right?"
Rita leaned back in her seat. "Well, you at least can worry that he won't cheat on you," she said. "But coming from someone who's been there, a relationship based solely on lust cannot and will not last." After taking a sip of her tea, Rita explained. "It happened to me, you see. I was dating a guy who was also a co-worker down at the police department down in Baton Rouge." She smiled sadly. "Funny how you're young, dumb and full of cum. We used each other for our own mutual benefits, and never cleared the air as to how we felt. By that time, it was already too late. In the end, we broke up, and he left for New Orleans, while I transferred up north."
"Rita...I didn't know..."
"Most people don't," Rita admitted. "But you and Chris have the chance to make something beautiful out of what you two have, regulations be damned. Talk to him, Valentine. Don't make the same mistakes I made."
Jill nodded. She then frowned. "Shit. I rode in with Chris and my car's at his house. He gets off an hour after I do."
"No problem. I can drop you off at Chris' place."
Redfield Home, later on...
Stretched out on the couch in his den, Chris Redfield was stretched out on the couch, fast asleep. The T.V. was currently playing the 10 o'clock news, its top story was the thunderstorm that was still going on strong.
As Chris dozed off in the den, the front door unlocked, then opened, revealing a very soaked Jill Valentine. Since her car was hidden inside Chris' garage and Chris' pickup was in the driveway, Jill had to run up the pathway to Chris's front door. Despite her best efforts, she was still drenched in the torrential downpour. In the months following their relationship, Chris had supplied Jill with a spare housekey, allowing her access whenever needed.
Teeth slightly chattering, Jill tracked Chris down in the den. Looking down at her sleeping partner/lover, she whispered, "Chris....Chris, wake up."
Chris mumbled incoherently before shifting on the couch, getting more comfortable.
Sighing, Jill kicked the couch, which had the desired effect of rousing Chris from his sleep.
Despite being soaked to the bone, Jill had a serious expression on her face. "Chris, we need to...AH-CHOO!"
"Shower first," Chris interjected. "Then we'll talk. I'll make you some tea to warm you up."
Ten minutes later, Chris and Jill were seated on the couch in the den. Rather than dress in a clean pair of clothes she had left here earlier, Jill was wearing one of Chris' old shirts. The dress shirt itself was a light blue color - Jill's favorite. The shirt did a pretty good job of covering her body up, the shirt ending at her thighs. She had buttoned it halfway, revealing an enticing amount of cleavage. The sleeves were rolled up partially, showing off her forearms. Her hair was damp from the shower, neatly combed back. The only item of clothing she wore underneath was a pair of black panties.
"Feel better?" Chris asked with concern.
Jill nodded. "A little." She set the cup of tea on the table. "Chris...we need to talk about us."
Chris nodded. "I know," he replied.
Jill was silent for a moment. "Rita knows about us," she said.
Chris nodded. "So does Barry," he said. Off Jill's surprised expression, Chris explained. "Actually, it was Kathy who found out about us. From what Barry told me, she saw us leaving the Apple Inn and checked out the check-in sheet and saw my name and your alias. She told Barry, who in turn, told me."
"Damn. I forgot that she worked at the Apple Inn," Jill said.
"So did I," Chris replied. "Fortunately, Barry's on our side."
"So is Rita. She approached me the day after we got together. She was working late that night when we first got together," Jill said. "She promised me that she'll keep our secret. Chris...I can't keep doing this. I mean..."
Chris cut her off. "You want to know that this is more than just a roll in the hay, right?"
Jill blinked. Chris had pretty much guessed what was on her mind. "Yeah. Rita took me to the side and gave me some advice. And she was right. We can't last if this relationship is based solely on lust. There has to be more than that. If this relationship is nothing but that..." She let that hang.
"...then it can't last," Chris finished.
Jill nodded. "Yeah.
"I can honestly say that that I was attracted to you, but after what had happened with me and Stacey..."
Jill nodded in understanding. Seeing as how she had met his ex, that was very understandable. "Guess I can't fault you for that. You didn't want to be hurt again." She bit her bottom lip, wondering whether or not she should tell him about 'that incident.' Seeing as she had nothing to lose she decided to come clean.
"You know...you're not the only person that has their personal demons," she began.
Chris could only guess what Jill was hinting. After all, Dick had already told him about her being nearly raped.
"It...it was a couple of years ago, back when I was in the Army," she confessed. "I was dating this guy. He was a college athlete - lacrosse player. One night, he invited me to a party on campus. He tried to rape me...but I fought him off."
Even though he had heard it from her father, it still hurt for Chris to hear this.
"After that incident...I just closed myself off," Jill continued. "I was...just scared to be hurt again. I always hid my emotions under a mask." A sardonic smile crept across her lips. "Then you showed up. Truth be told, I thought you were just some arrogant flyboy. But then, I got to know you better off the clock. You showed a high degree of responsibility in raising Claire on your own. You stood up for me when we were back in Stone Ville, and you defended me during the bank robbery at Raccoon National. You did the one thing most guys - not even Wesker nor Barry could do...you saw through my mask. But most of all...you took me seriously enough for you to train me."
Chris scooted over on the couch, and hugged her close, giving her the support she craved. No, needed.
"You tell anyone about this, I'll kill you," Jill finished, her face buried in Chris' shirt.
Chris looked down at Jill...or rather, the brown mop of hair, as she was still not looking at him. "Thanks for wrecking the moment," he said dryly.
"Sorry," she apologized. "I'm still not used to this...letting my guard down."
"You can do it around me," Chris replied, still holding her. "You think we can start over? I don't want you as just a 'friend with benefits.' I...just want you."
Jill looked at him. "You really mean that? You want just me and only me?"
Chris nodded, giving her that rougish smile that Jill had come to love. "Yeah. I want you...of course, we still can't tell anyone at the office about us," he added, kissing her on the forehead.
"I know," Jill replied, still not letting him go. "Guess this means that we can't sneak around the police station anymore."
Chris chuckled. "We still got my place."
The couple met halfway in a passion-filled kiss. Jill had moved to a more comfortable position on Chris' lap, wrapping her legs around his waist. After a moment, they backed off for some much-needed air.
"Promise me," Jill whispered. "Promise me that you will never love anyone else...just me."
Without hesitating, Chris replied, "I promise," before kissing Jill once again.
Jill returned the kiss with increasing passion, letting out a soft moan as she felt Chris' hands massage and caress her lower back. During the kiss, he pair had fallen back onto the couch, with Chris on the bottom and Jill on top.
"Remember your promise to me," Jill whispered as they broke off the kiss once again. "You are mine. From the top of your head to the bottom of your feet..." She paused to kiss him again. "Not one hair on your head belongs to another woman."
Jill kissed him again. "You break your promise to me...I'll break every bone in your body," she whispered. "No...on second thought...you even talk to another woman, then I'll kick your ass up and down this town."
Chris smiled. "Can't make a promise that I can't keep, Jill," he replied. "There is my sister and Rita, aside from you."
Jill then let out a squeal as Chris reversed their positions, Jill now found herself pinned under Chris' weight.
"I promised that I will stay loyal to you and only you," Chris said. Before Jill could say anything, Chris dropped the hammer. "Jill...don't you trust your partner?"
Jill blinked. That one simple question had caught Jill off guard.
And she realized that she did trust him. Not only as her partner, but as a lover and a friend. Chris hadn't broken his word...at least, not yet.
"Yes...I trust you," she whispered.
Then, as Chris had done to Jill, she had reversed their positions, Chris finding himself on the bottom.
"You promised to stay loyal to me," Jill whispered, "then I will do the same to you." She paused to kiss him softly on his lips.
"From the top of my head..."
"...to the bottom of my feet..."
"...every single part of me, with nothing left out..."
"...I will stay loyal and love only you, Chris," Jill finished.
The brunette exhaled sharply as she felt Chris' hands slide up her rear, stopping at the small of her back. "You're right about one thing," Jill whispered. "I really am gonna miss sneaking around the police station."
"Never knew you were the adventurous type," Chris replied before kissing Jill once again. "Get up."
Jill did as she was asked. She knew where this would lead up. Once Chris was on his feet, Jill let out another squeal as Chris swept her off her feet bridal-style and carried her upstairs.
The rain had intensified once Chris and Jill had entered the master bedroom. Upon closing the door, the lights flickered, then finally shut down, the end result of a tree branch falling onto a power line down the street. Only the battery-powered alarm clock was unaffected.
"Shit," Chris cursed.
That caused Jill to giggle. Walking over to the closet, Chris opened it and after feeling around for several minutes, retrieved an oil lantern, still half-full of oil, and after rummaging around in his nightstand drawer, pulled out his old cigarette lighter. After lighting the lantern and adjusting the light, Chris placed it on the dresser and turned back to Jill, who was sitting on the bed, watching his every move. Even though this was not her first time with Chris, her heart was still racing.
For the past two months, they had simply used each other to satisfy their carnal desires, sucking and screwing the other silly to the point that Chris was considering buying stock in condoms, and that Jill had to make a second visit to the medical clinic for the 'three-month-shot,' as well as getting a fresh prescription for the pill.
Jill stood up reached downward for Chris's shirt. Chris complied, allowing Jill to pull the item of clothing over his head and tossing it to the floor. His pants and underwear soon followed. Slowly, Jill ran her hands along his chest and torso, marveling at the scars - old battlefield injuries from his days in the Air Force.
Chris had explained to her one day, "Scars are like tattoos. They just tell a better story."
Jill paused for a moment to allow Chris to undress her. The shirt she was wearing soon joined the other, her tits bouncing in their bra-less freedom. Jill took the lead as she pushed Chris backwards, causing him to fall onto the bed. Within moments, she was on top of him, straddling him.
In most cases, Chris was the dominant partner when it came to sex. Up until 20 minutes ago, they were nothing more than 'friends with benefits,' and content with fucking each other in such a way that they could have had a career in the adult film industry. But now, things were different. The air between them was now clear. Their relationship was still a secret, but now, they were more than just 'friends with benefits.'
They were officially lovers. Secret lovers, but lovers nonetheless.
'Lovers,' Jill thought as she lowered herself onto Chris' erect member, a wordless moan escaping from her lips as she felt her inner muscles expand as she settled onto Chris. 'That's what we are now.'
Chris, in the meantime, groaned as Jill's warm folds engulfed his cock. He tried to pull himself up, but found himself pinned to the bed, Jill's hands resting firmly on his shoulders. She was pretty strong for a woman, this Chris knew.
He understood what Jill wanted. She wanted to take the lead. She wanted to be in control.
Chris had no problem with that. Why ride when you yourself can be ridden?
Jill began to rock her hips, rising, then falling. Delicate, yet powerful in her movements, a low moan escaping from her lips as she felt her vaginal muscles work around Chris' member. She felt a sensual chill running down her spine as she felt Chris's hands on her hips, steadying her. Then they were moving upward, a throaty moan escaping her lips as she felt his calloused hands on her breasts.
Jill had to admit that Chris knew how to work her body, making her feel pleasure while she responded in kind. She felt one of his hands detach from her chest and was now on her face, caressing it, the thumb brushing up against her bottom lip. Almost by reflex, Jill's lips closed around the digit, sucking on it.
Her un-natural blue eyes locked onto Chris' chestnut orbs, an unspoken challenge between them. Jill continued her pace as Chris removed his thumb from her mouth and interlaced his hands with Jill's own, grunting as he accepted Jill's wordless challenge.
The challenge was to see which person was going to blink first.
It was one of the reasons why their relationship as partners had worked out so well between them. The rivalry, the desire to outdo the other. Of course that also extended into the bedroom as well. Jill hated to lose to Chris, but it drove her to become even better. That was one of the main reasons as to why he had taught her how to fight even better. Even Wesker encouraged the rivalry, as it made them more effective.
The challenge did not last long, as Chris decided to cheat by thrusting his hips upward, meeting Jill halfway. Jill mentally cursed Chris, as she was already close to her orgasm. Chris' movements were rapidly eroding her control.
'Damn him!' was the thought Jill made before squeezing her eyes shut, her pussy muscles clamping down on Chris's cock, her juices coating it in an orgasmic frenzy, a strangled cry erupting from her lips as she came, her body shaking from the intensity of the orgasm.
Chris was there, Jill could feel his arms around her, holding her until her orgasmic high subsided, peppering kisses along her neckline. He grunted as he felt Jill's fingernails rake across his back for the umpteenth time. He trailed a line of kisses until he reached her lips, to which he kissed with great intensity.
âYou...cheated,â breathed Jill.
Chris grinned. âAll's fair in love and war, Valentine.â
âI am so...going to kick your ass for this,â Jill gasped.
Chris said nothing. He instead reversed their positions, Jill letting out a small cry of surprise as she now found herself on her back, and Chris on top of her. Jill let out a gasp, eyes wide, as she felt Chris push his way back into her well-lubricated pussy, Jill throwing her head back, her moan becoming louder. Her arms and legs were now wrapped around his neck and waist, holding on for dear life as Chris settled into a steady pace.
Chris loved the look Jill made when they were in bed together. He loved hearing the moans and whimpers of pleasure which were coming from her mouth, the look on her face as she called out his name like a chant as her body is drenched in sweat. She was intoxicating, a drug that he wanted more of.
Jill's first orgasm had nearly pushed him into his own. But he held on. He wanted to finish this on his own terms, which is why he was working Jill into another frenzy, maintaining his steady, yet powerful and intense pace.
He looked at Jill. Her short hair was splayed all over the pillow, eyes were nearly glazed over. Her pink tongue ran across her lips as she chanted Chris's name.
âChris...Chris...Chris...Chris...Chris...â Jill chanted.
The ex-Air Force pilot felt one of Jill's hands behind his head, pulling him downward. The kiss was increasing in intensity, Jill moaning into Chris's open mouth, tongues fighting for superiority.
Jill's peak was building. Chris was working her up to her second orgasm of the night. And from the look of things, it was going to be a big one. And a good thing too, since he was at his own peak. So he increased the tempo and force of his thrusts, pounding into Jill with no mercy.
âOh God,â Jill gasped. âOh God...oh God...oh God...â
Then, Jill came.
Her pussy muscles clamped down on Chris's cock as she let out a ear-splitting scream, her back arching as she came. Her orgasm then pushed Chris into his own, grunting as liquid fire spraying into Jill;s body, which increased the intensity of her own orgasm.
Chris was certain that Jill had busted out his eardrums from her screaming. Usually whenever she came, he would muffle the scream with whatever was available, as inter-office relationships were frowned upon in the R.P.D.; a glove, his hand, whatever.
After thirty intense seconds, it was finally over. Both were breathing hard, Chris still on top of Jill. For the final time, they reversed their positions, Chris pulling out of Jill as he did so. Now on his back, Jill managed to move closer to Chris, planting small kisses on his jawline, before gently kissing him on the lips.
âYou know,â Jill breathed, âI think this was even better than the first time we did this.â
âI think so too,â replied Chris.
Jill brushed Chris's lips with her fingers. âGot to thank Rita when I see her again,â she said. âShe was right about having a valid relationship based on trust rather than lust.â
âOf course, we still have to keep this as a secret.â
âI know.â Jill kissed him again, both her and Chris basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking. âRight now, I don't mind.â
âMe neither,â replied Chris as his hands caressed his back.
Jill moaned softly as she kissed him again. She could definitely get used to this. âLove me?â she breathed.
âAlways,â Chris replied. âYou're my Valentine.â
Inside the master bedroom of the Redfield home, two newfound lovers were fast asleep, the bedsheet covering their naked bodies in a show of decency. A trail of clothes led to the bed. Chris was on his back, while Jill was on top, her head resting in the crook of Chris's shoulder and neck. One toned leg was wrapped around his torso, while Chris's own arm was slung over her stomach. Outside, the rain had slowed down considerably, but neither person noticed, as they were both asleep.
It was Chris that had woken up first. He looked at the alarm clock. It was a little past eight in the morning. It took him a moment to shake the cobwebs out of his eyes before the memories of last night came back to him. He smiled a small smile as he remembered both Jill and himself clearing the air between themselves, deciding that they wanted a more deeper relationship based on trust...although lust wasn't that bad of a thing.
It was as if their relationship was given a second light. That, and the lovemaking seemed even much better than before.
Ever since that first night, Jill's naked body was forever burned into his mind. From the curves in her hips to her shapely breasts (Chris deduced that they had to be at least a C cup), to even the tattoo of the tribal phoenix on the small of her back. It was as if Jill was a natural beauty, a living Galatea.
'Best...night...ever...,' Chris thought to himself as he shifted, trying to get himself more comfortable, which was slightly impossible, due to Jill being on him.
"Mmmm...don't move," came the soft whisper.
"You're awake?" Chris asked.
"Yeah," Jill replied softly as she looked at Chris. "You make a nice pillow."
Chris smiled at his lover as he reached up and tucked back several strands of her hair behind one ear, before Jill kissed him, long and slow.
'Stacey is a damn fool for giving Chris up,' Jill thought as she continued to kiss her boyfriend.
Jill, on the other hand, was still basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking. Her body was pleasantly sore. A lazy smile spread across her face as she remembered the previous night. She was literally putty in his hands. Chris was a combination of gentle and fierce. He had literally took her to heaven and hell, making her body feel more alive.
Like Chris, Jill's eclectic memory had memorized every inch and part of Chris' body. She had seen him naked from the waist up the day after the robbery. Since then, she had seen the entire package.
"So how are we going to do this? Keeping this a secret from Wesker and the others?" Jill asked.
"That's already taken care of. You noticed the picture of the redhead on my desk?"
"Kinda hard to miss. So who is she?"
"Her name's Melani," Chris explained. "When I was a freshly-minted officer back in the Air Force, I was stationed over in London. She was a lieutenant in the R.A.F., a couple of years older than me. We dated for a while, but it didn't really work out. She had her career, and I had mine at the time. It was a mutual decision to split, but we remained friends. Then I met Stacey and you know how that worked out for me. The picture of Mel serves as a nice little deflector from the rumor mill inside the R.P.D."
"What does the rumors say about me?" Jill asked.
"Barry says that half of the police force thinks you play for the other team, Wesker included," Chris chuckled.
That caused Jill to erupt in laughter. Chris soon joined her.
After they calmed down, Jill asked, "So...we can't sneak around the police station and Kathy works at the Apple Inn...what now?"
"There's still here and your place," Chris pointed out. "At least your apartment manager was nice enough to give you a year's free rent following the robbery attempt. If anyone from the police station drives by and sees your car, we can tell them that you brought it over to my place for a quick fix-up."
Jill smiled. She was still smiling when she dozed off.
It was close to eleven when Jill woke up again. This time, she was alone. Deciding that she had spent more than enough time in bed, she got out of the bed. Naked as the day she was born, she stretched, performing her morning calisthenics. Once she had worked the kinks out of her muscles, Jill had noticed that there was a towel in a chair, along with one of Chris' old shirts.
Jill smiled at the gesture. The shirt was a simple dress shirt. On top of that, the shirt was blue - her favorite color. And a shower didn't sound like a bad idea. She just hoped that Chris saved her some hot water.
Five minutes later, Jill exited the bathroom, fresh from the shower, dressed in the shirt that Chris had left out for her. The shirt did a pretty good job of covering her body up, the shirt ending at her thighs. She had buttoned it halfway, revealing an enticing amount of cleavage. The sleeves were rolled up partially, showing off her forearms. Her hair dry, having ran it through the hairdryer minutes earlier.
'Now...where is Chris?'
Fortunately, Chris Redfield was easy to find. He was in the kitchen, naked from the waist up, having only his pair of pants on from the night before. on the phone, chatting with a friend of his, while he made himself some tea. The phone was on speaker, allowing Jill to hear the conversation from both sides. Deciding not to make her presence known just yet, Jill listened in on the conversation.
"It's best that no one from the police department knows about Jill and I," Chris was saying. "The R.P.D. tends to look down on their employees who are romantically involved, since fraternizing with fellow employees is not allowed."
"Smart move," his friend replied, his Liverpool accent tipping Jill off as to who Chris was talking to.
Jill remembered Chris mentioning a R.A.F. officer by the name of Ed MacPherson. The same person Chris had rescued against orders.
"Then again, that Kelso bitch really hurt you," Ed noted. "I'm surprised that you decided to jump back into the dating game so soon."
"Soon? It's been close to almost a year. And I really don't want to talk about Stacey at the moment. She's somewhere in Raccoon City with her husband."
"Damn, mate. Sucks to be you. So tell me about the woman you hooked up with."
"Her name's Jill. She's pretty cool. Ex-Army. Trained with Delta Force in bomb disposal and marksmanship. Five-foot-eight, short brown hair, blue eyes. Pretty cute. Hot-headed and temperamental at times, but she's a good woman."
Jill's eyebrow cocked upward at that description. Can't blame Chris for that, since she was as Chris described her, so she decided to let that slide.
"Sounds to me like you got a winner. Try not to cock this one up, Redfield."
"I thought you had more faith in me, Ed," Chris shot back. "I did save your ass from bleeding to death."
"Don't remind me. You still got one favor from me for that and one favor only." After a moment, Ed asked, "So...is she wild in the sack?"
Chris nearly choked on his tea, while Jill blushed. "Dammnit, Ed!" Chris cursed at his best friend.
"Ha-ha! She is!" Ed crowed. "I want details, man!"
"That's it, this call is over," Chris declared as he pressed the speaker button, cutting off Ed. "I swear I'm gonna kill that guy one of these days," he muttered.
That was when Jill decided to make her presence known. Sneaking behind the shirtless man, she wrapped her arms around his torso, pressing her body against his bare back. The smell of soap and spice was strong on Chris' bare back.
Jill's presence had brought the evil thoughts of Chris torturing Evil Ed to a screeching halt.
"Thanks for the shirt," Jill said, kissing his back.
"Thought you might like it," Chris replied as he turned around in the embrace, the cup of tea now forgotten. "Looks better on you than it does on me," he added as he wrapped his own arms around Jill's torso, while trying to keep his eyes on her, rather than her chest. Chris could see that she was naked, since the shirt was halfway done.
"You're letting me keep this?" Jill asked.
Chris nodded. "Like I said it looks good on you..."
Jill squealed as she felt Chris grab her rear, spun her around, and sat her down on the counter.
"...but I like the woman who is wearing it even more," Chris finished, moving his hands from her ass to her back.
Jill smiled sexily as she wrapped her legs around his waist. "Maybe I should take this off then," she whispered as she wrapped her arms around his neck inching her head closer.
"Or you can let me do it for you," Chris replied, meeting Jill halfway.
After a small, sweet kiss, Chris grinned. "Does this mean I can call you Jillianne?"
"OW!" Chris yelped as Jill punched him in the arm. It wasn't painful, but it sure as hell stung. "You could have said no. I'm not for 'pain into pleasure,' Valentine."
"Only my dad calls me that, and that's pushing it even for him," Jill replied. "I told you I hate that name."
"Okay, you don't have to try and kill me over it."
"Chris, shut up and kiss me."
"You're real cute when you're aggressive, y'know?"
The kiss was a gentle one, just like the last time. Then it became more urgent as their tongues fought for dominance. When they finally broke free, it wasn't because of lack of oxygen.
It was because Claire Redfield had walked in on the both of them. Having gotten the weekend off from both her life as a university student and her part-time job as a mechanic in Stone Ville, Claire decided to return to Raccoon City for some much-needed rest and relaxation once the rain had finally decided to let up, allowing her to ride into town.
The last thing Claire was expecting to see was her brother and his half-naked lover making out in the kitchen.
"Hey, big brother, I...HOLY SHIT!" Claire exclaimed, dropping her bags onto the floor.
"You got the worst timing ever, Claire," Jill replied, turning her neck to look at the flabbergasted female Redfield, Chris still having his arms around her waist.
Claire's jaw dropped to the ground upon the. "Bwa...Jill? You and...my brother...?"
Jill turned back to Chris. "I think we broke her," she mused.
Chris laughed at that before resuming kissing his girlfriend, ignoring his sister's outbursts.
Ten minutes later, Chris, Jill and Claire were in the den. Chris had finally put a shirt on, while Jill had on a pair of pants. The couple was seated on the love seat while Claire was in the armchair.
"So how long have you two been together?" Claire asked.
"Two months," Jill replied.
"Only three people know about us: Barry, Rita and now, you," Chris explained.
"Why all the secrecy?" Claire asked.
"Because inter-office relationships are against the rules in the R.P.D.," Jill explained. "Were anyone to find out about us being more than friends, then we will be in a lot of trouble. Could also lose our jobs."
"Oh, this is so rich," Claire guffawed. "The high and mighty Chris Redfield sneaking around Raccoon City with his partner for a late-night quickie."
Claire's jaw dropped once again at Jill's reply. "Chris and I did just that, sneaking around the R.P.D. for the occasional late-night tryst."
Chris then cut in. "That was how we did for the past two months. We finally sat down and talked about what we wanted out of this relationship last night, which is a relationship based on trust." His hand interlocked with Jill's own, as he looked at Jill and smiled. "I can honestly say that Jill makes me happy...despite all of the sneaking around we have to do."
Claire took a moment to think about what has been revealed to her. She wasn't a prodigy like her brother, but her mind was still incredibly sharp. The younger Redfield saw that her brother was indeed happy with Jill, and those feelings were returned by the former thief. On top of that, Claire also liked the older woman. And given the sacrifices that her brother had done (most of it regarding her), he deserved a bit of happiness.
"Can't believe that I'm saying this," Claire began, "but I got to admit that the both of you look good together." She turned to Jill. "He's been through a lot, Jill. Treat him well, or else I'll show you more than just my marksmanship skills."
Jill nodded. God only knows what else Chris has been teaching Claire. She could just imagine being chased through the streets of Raccoon City with Claire dressed in combat BDUs, her face done up in camo, wielding an assault rifle, laughing maniacally while taking potshots at the one who had hurt her brother.
It was a miracle in itself that Claire hadn't done that to Stacey.
"You won't have to worry about that, Claire," Jill replied. "I love your brother and he loves me. He promised to stay loyal to me and I did the same."
Claire nodded. "That's one thing you can count on. Nine times out of ten, Chris keeps his word. You don't have to worry about me. I'll keep your secret."
"Thanks, Claire," Jill said, Chris also nodding in gratitude. "Some of the folks down at the R.P.D. already hate the fact that Chris and I stopped that bank robbery, thinking that they should be the ones that should have stopped it. That was sheer dumb luck on our end."
"So far, everyone on the force thinks that Jill's a lesbian, and that I'm dating my ex," Chris reported.
"Which ex?" Claire asked. "Melani or the bitch?"
Claire relaxed. "Okay. So long as it's not Stacey. I can't stand that stuck-up bitch."
"You and me both," Jill agreed. "Just how many exes does your brother have?"
"Only Melani and Stacey," Claire replied. "Given my brother's previous occupation, he really didn't have as much time for dating. Melani was pretty cool, and Stacey..."
"I know," Jill said. "I wanted to punch her in the mouth that day inside the restaurant."
Claire grinned. "Oh, I think we're gonna get along just fine, Valentine. Just fine."
Jill returned the smile.