Lady's Choice (working title).

Hey guys, sorry this took a while, I've been drowning in history essays recently. Thanks a lot for all the reviews, it's heartening that people are not only reading this but also enjoying it. Please keep reviewing, especially if you either love or hate this. The first gives me a nice ego boost, the second helps me improve ;). Seriously though, I'd really appreciate a bit of constructive criticism :).

Samuel, I am indeed going for something more story driven. There's little enough Jill/Rebecca (in fact there's very little girl/girl Resi fic in general), but what little there is seems to be PWP, so I thought I'd go for a more substantial story, since I prefer those myself, and suspect I'm not the only one who'd like to read something like that. Still going for Wesker/Rebecca though, although nothing's really going to get very far and Rebecca's certainly not going to be interested!

Your question is answered in this chapter,Blade, so please read on...and that goes for all of you ;).

Jill sensed that she was being watched. Her somewhat wild youth had honed her senses to perfection in this respect, but in this case she savoured the sensation. She knew who was staring at her as she kept her eyes on the screen, her face blank. Rebecca, with a curiously hungry look in her eyes. Since that conversation a few days ago she had become increasingly suspicious as to the younger girl's feelings for her - or more accurately had begun to accept the possibility of what had been there the whole time.

Things were certainly heating up down at the STARS office, but certainly more in terms of pleasure than business. Jill had not told Rebecca about her own sexuality yet, at least not directly. She had simply made things as clear as possible - commenting on the attractiveness of some actress in the newspaper; bitching about how she was fed up with men. She certainly wasn't flirting with the medic yet, though - far from it. This was all too new to her, too nerve-wracking, for her to make more than the subtlest move on her colleague.

Rebecca, in turn, seemed to understand the situation perfectly, and was turning up the charm offensive to full. A meaningful glance here, a loaded comment there...and Jill really was starting to suspect that her lustful feelings were mutual. They had only met a few short days before, but Jill had always been one for whirlwind romances, for rushing into relationships. She had been burnt a few times as a result, yes, but the good times outnumbered the bad. And more frequently than ever she was thinking about the prospect of some very good times with a certain diminutive STARS agent, slipping off to the ladies' room during work to rub herself to fevered moments of rushed pleasure, trying to keep her gasps down incase their cause walked in. But not too quiet...secretly, she wanted to be caught, to move things up a notch and break the oppressive tension.

This was one of these times. Friday afternoon already, and she would not see the object of her affections for a full two days soon. Watching the woman's auburn head bent studiously over a dusty file, imagining her head-down in an altogether more compromising position, the sensation of that pointy pink tongue teasing her now aching clit.

Slipping quietly out of the room, Jill headed for the bathroom. This was one advantage of working in such a male-dominated work place: no one else ever used this bathroom, so when she wanted what she euphemistically termed "some time alone", it was just a case of sneaking in here. It was not like she was some kind of nymphomaniac, nothing like that, she assured herself. It was more like...if you could, why not?

Locking herself in the farthest away of the three cubicles, Jill leaned against the wall and unfastened her trousers. Slightly out of breath from anticipation, she slid the clothing down around her softly toned thighs, and dipped a hand to her moist sex. Savouring the moment, she rubbed the hand lightly across her mound, feeling the soft curls of lightly trimmed pubic hair under her slender fingers. The gentle sensation was frustrating, yet deliciously so. She wanted nothing more than to fuck herself mercilessly with the dildo that was currently back home in her nightstand, gasping for release as she thought of Rebecca. But she only had her hands, and she was short of time. Imagining the slight resistance as she slid her finger into that tight cunt, she performed a similar action on herself, rubbing firmly on the interior of her slick vagina, working herself into a fevered passion. Massaging her G-spot faster and faster, Jill leaned against the corner of the stall for support, her forehead beaded with sweat from the exertion. Nearing her climax, she moaned softly under her breath, very conscious of the need to keep quiet.

"Uh...Rebecca? Maybe you should go check on Jill, she's been gone a while. I know there's a stomach 'flu going around at the moment".

Chris hoped he had gotten the new girl's name right; he was never very good at remembering them until he knew people. Rebecca had been all but ignoring the rest of the STARS team when it was not necessary to talk to them, but it had not struck him as unfriendly. She seemed besotted with Jill. Idolised her, he supposed. Older, been here longer - prettier too. Someone to look up to. Rebecca was friendly enough, replying in the affirmative and grinning slightly, as she headed off to find Ms Valentine.

The subject of Chris' concern was currently breathing heavily, her breaths punctuated by low moans - caused of course by pleasure, not by pain. Rebecca wondered whether it was the latter as she walked in, silent on soft shoes. She was about to call out, but she stopped herself, realising with a jolt what was going on. Feeling a tingling between her own thighs, she approached the end cubicle, straining her ears the better to hear the alluring noises.

Jill was oblivious to the happenings on the other side of the thin chipboard door, lost in her private bliss. Imagining the sensation of those soft hands caressing her breasts, of Rebecca's tongue moving over her clit with the same frantic pace as her finger, she knew she could not keep silent. But who would hear her? No one. In the throes of orgasm, she gasped out the medic's name, the syllables moist with the passion in her hushed voice.

Rebecca, standing outside, did a double take. Had she just...? Had she heard...? No, surely not. But yes, again, she heard the woman of her fantasies whisper her name, like a dirty secret. It was enough, enough to make her abandon caution and silence the part of her brain that told her she would regret it. She knocked smartly on the door, just as another moan escaped the cubicle.

"Jill?"

The brunette froze, caught in the act; her cheeks now blushed red from shame as much as arousal. Rebecca? Oh god, not Rebecca...how much had she heard? Probably everything. She knew this would be the most difficult thing she had done in a long time.

Swiftly fastening her trousers, she wiped her incriminating fingers and flushed the toilet; a charade of innocence she knew would be next to useless. She slid back the lock as if it weighed a ton, opening the door with a face like a woman condemned.

"Rebecca, I, uh, well...you see, uh..."

Jill's explanation trailed off. She looked at her boots, unsure what to say, knowing there was nothing, really, that she could say. And then she felt a hand on her arm.

"Call me Becky", the shorter girl whispered, as she leaned up and caught Jill's lips for a kiss.

Shocked at first, Jill's surprise soon gave way to enjoyment. Relaxing into the pleasure of the kiss, she parted stunned lips and felt Rebecca's - no, Becky's - tongue dart inside, sharp and inquisitive. She caught the girl's lower lip gently in her teeth, and wrapped her arms tightly round slender shoulders, drawing her closer, feeling their breasts touch.

The redhead ran her fingers through Jill's hair, then moved her hands down the girl's back, as if trying to learn every millimeter of her body, as their mouths pressed hungrily together and she felt the agent's hands slide down her back, cupping soft buttocks and squeezing just a little, so she cried out in unexpected pleasure. A hand sliding further down, between her legs, rubbing her through regulation green combat trousers. Rebecca moved eagerly against it, rubbing herself luxuriously on Jill's questing hand. She could feel herself growing wet, and was sure the same was happening to her partner. She moved her own hands around and up the other girl's top, finding full breasts held firm in a somewhat unsexy sports bra. Surprise surprise. What was she expecting, a whisper of black lace?

Ignoring her thoughts for the moment, Rebecca groped at Jill's breasts, her fingers finding erect nipples and causing their owner to gasp out, softly, like a kiss on silk. Jill began fumbling with the zipper of Becky's trousers, sliding her fingers in to push aside sopping wet panties. This was what she longed to do...feeling the other girl's warmth, her own genitals aching to be touched, she began to finger Rebecca, relishing the feel of her hot cunt, dripping arousal down her knuckle...

"Jill? Rebec-wah?!"

The women leapt apart as if from an electric shock, looking more than a litter flustered, their disheveled appearances telling just as much as their blushes. A few seconds later (during which time Rebecca had had the sense to at least re-zip her trousers), Barry Burton walked in, looking quite embarrassed himself.

"I uh...um...Chris said you might be sick, and, uh, Rebecca? Captain wants to see you."

Jill spoke up, swallowing her shame and setting a determined look on her face.

"Cheers Barry. I was kinda having a problem. I, uh, I had something in my eye, and Rebecca was helping me get it out. Fuckin' sore, though."

Barry seemed satisfied with this explanation, or, at least, able to persuade himself he had not seen what, in those few moments, he suspected he had seen. Rebecca was an unknown quantity, but Jill? Jill had a boyfriend, didn't she?

A sense of awkwardness still hung thick in the air as the trio trouped back into the office. Chris made a derisory noise and winked at Jill, implying activities that were, at least in one case, not so far from the truth.

Jill sat down at her desk, pulling in her chair and trying to process what had happened. Had she really kissed Rebecca? No, Becky had kissed her...and it had gone quite some distance beyond kissing before Barry had interrupted. How would this change things? Rebecca would probably be away all weekend, hadn't she mentioned something like that? So this meant two whole days of brooding. This meant Becky was interested, right...so how the fuck to broach the subject?

She didn't need to. As Rebecca walked past her desk towards Wesker's office, she whispered something out of the corner of her mouth:

"Monday night after training."