Lady's Choice (working title).

Once again, no sexing going on. Sorry about that. But it's getting there, and so are they, I promise :P. I'm thinking of incorporating a bit of Wesker/Rebecca unrequited lust stuff for shits and giggles and sweet sweet drama potential. Also because I'm a Wesker fangirl and can't resist trying to shoehorn in a bit of Mr. Raybans.

Thanks a lot for the reviews, guys, and I'm glad no one thinks it’s too terrible. I've come up with a hilariously cheesy working title but better suggestions are very much welcome. As before, please keep reading and reviewing, I want to do a decent job of this!

Encountering her crush the next morning was indeed awkward for Jill - Rebecca was bright and friendly and more than a little tactile, oblivious to the fact that the friendly pat on the back, the casual hand on arm, made her comrade feel dizzy with pleasure and feel her panties grow damp with arousal. Of course, Jill was equally unaware that Rebecca was gaining similar amounts of guilty pleasure from their brief moments of physical contact.

After morning coffee and random small talk both the women set to work, on the usual tedious form filling. In Rebecca's case this meant entering old, unsolved cases into the new computer system - although it had been in place for near on a year by this point, there was still a large backlog that needed transferring. The perfect job for the rookie - hard to muck up and a sure-fire way of getting acquainted with the administrative side of her job. Boring as fuck, though. She stopped for a brief chat with Jill on her way back from the archives, arms full of faintly musty police files.

"How's it going, Jill?"

"Same as earlier, bit tired but fine otherwise. Yourself?"

"Wondering why I'm being made to do secretary work despite apparently being some sort of elite special policewoman or whatever...anyway...um...wanna come out for lunch? It'd be nice to get away from the computer screen for an hour."

Jill smiled secretly at Rebecca's palpable annoyance. A slight blush had appeared across her heart-shaped face and her nose wrinkled in frustration. She had a point, too. It was frustrating having to kill time doing grunt work all day, even if it did mean nothing too bad was going on in the city - at least that they knew about, at any rate. She almost wanted something bad to happen, just so she could get out of the office. There were a couple of cases ongoing, but none she had been assigned to, so...here she was, stuck at a desk. Drawing back from her reverie, she continued the conversation:

"Well, there's nothing much going on at the moment, I guess. Besides you're needing to learn about this part of the job, so just think of it as practice, I guess? Even if it takes about five minutes to actually learn!"

"He he...yeah I guess. So that, um...you don't wanna come out for lunch then I guess?"

"What? Oh, I didn't hear that bit, I'm sorry! Sure, I...I'd love to."

Jill's heart quickened its pace at the thought of spending an hour with the auburn-haired beauty. How could she have ignored that part of the girl's earlier speech? She hoped her slowness did not imply that she was not keen, only going to be polite. Or that she was dumb. Or that...no, she was over-analyzing now. Over-analyzing issues was pointless, it certainly had not helped her last relationship. Jill tried to ignore the part of her brain that dealt in paranoia and self-doubt, and went back to work.

The hours dragged past all too slowly, until at last it was their lunch break. The two women walked out into the late summer sunshine, heading for a cute cafe that Jill had recommended - healthy lunches and tasty home baking, with an unfortunate middle-class hippy vibe to it. Jill was fairly indifferent as to whether the lettuce she was eating had been grown by a particular farmer and fed on virgin's tears by the light of the full moon, or whatever the latest bullshit was, but hey, it tasted good, so she would put up with the $300 organic hemp handbag brigade that frequented the place. She and Rebecca sat opposite each other, superficially appearing intent on their food, but stealing glances all the while. Sexual tension hung heavy in the air, but both diners dismissed it as wishful thinking. They chatted pleasantly enough - about work, about life in Raccoon City, about food - but there was so much that went unsaid that it felt somewhat dissatisfying. Still, the time spent in each other’s company was every bit as delectable as the food, and both wandered back to the police station feeling content at their growing friendship...but craving so much more.

Surprisingly, it was still slightly early: the other agents were not back yet. Wesker was in his office though (the man was so forceful his presence seemed palpable a room away), no doubt working while eating his packed lunch. Jill found something oddly amusing about the authoritarian captain making himself some cheese sandwiches of a morning, cutting the bread diagonally and wrapping them in clingfilm...it was a bizarrely homely image, altogether incongruous with her impressions of Wesker.

Jill flopped down in her swivel chair; Rebecca perched on the edge of the desk, giving the brunette a great look at the curve of her thighs. There was an unspoken assumption between the two that her sitting on the desk was all right, the shared meal having brought about a certain level of friendly understanding.

Rebecca seemed preoccupied, eyeing the items on Jill's desk curiously. Her attention seemed to be particularly focused on a framed photograph - a photograph of a young and not unattractive man. Knowing that she had to ask what she already expected, in order to stop one more unrequited love, she posed the obvious question:

"Your boyfriend?"

"Nah...I'm single at the moment, and the last one was a complete douche anyway. That's my step brother, Patrick...he was killed in a car crash back when I was still a teenager."

"Oh...um...sorry, I...I didn't know."

But secretly, perversely, Rebecca was delighted at the identity of the mysterious man. Maybe there was hope yet. Her guilty inner victory was interrupted by Jill, however, her voice heavy with feigned nonchalance:

"So...you got a boyfriend then?"

"Me? Nah, I'm gay...but my last girlfriend was a bit of an idiot. Seemed to treat being a lesbian as some kind of political statement, if she even liked girls at all. And she smoked too much and dressed kinda badly."

Rebecca's response was very calm and matter-of-fact. She had known about and accepted her own homosexuality from a young age, and was quite open and at ease with her liking for women. Thus, unlike Jill, who felt awkward and uncertain about her less than simple sexual feelings, and strove to conceal her nature out of some vague sense of unspecified and irrational shame; she happily treated her sexuality as the most natural thing in the world.

The other woman was somewhat thrown by this open and comfortable attitude to lesbianism, but more so by the fact that Rebecca was a lesbian at all. Somehow, she'd pictured the medic as having a nice, homely boyfriend back home. The sort she would not sleep with until marriage and would write long, ponderous letters to every week, ignoring the modern wonders of phone and internet because they were not romantic. But to find out Rebecca was happily and openly gay surprised her...and thrilled her, somewhat. At least now, maybe, she was in with a chance of being able to fulfill her secret desires...