Lady's Choice (working title).

Author's Notes

Firstly, sorry this took so much longer than the other chapters - real life has a habit of getting in the way of writing, sometimes! But now things are back on track, so here's a new chapter for you all! A nice appetizer of sexual tension before the main course - sex, and plenty of it :D! I hope you enjoy this, it was great fun to write. Thanks for leaving reviews, especially those of you doing so with every chapter. It's nice to know I've got an audience, and it's a motive to keep writing :).



Emperor Norton, I wasn't all that happy with the original write-up, either, so I've edited it to be more in keeping with the rest of the story, while still working in the context of the overall plot. I'm much happier with the rewrite, hope you are too.



Senigata, the leather outfit (well, some leather at least) will put in an appearance next chapter, and as for later developments with the mansion incident...I'm not quite sure yet. I don't think things can stay all happy happy fun fun for them without the plot of the original game failing to make much sense. I suspect I'll probably write in some kind of argument to explain why Jill doesn't go look for Rebecca, why Rebecca never mentions her to Chris, and why Jill's leaning on his shoulder all romantic-like in the end cutscene. Then...well, we'll see ;).



Blade, don't worry, it's not died yet D:! I tried to put in some none-too-subtle hints as to what Wesker is upto in the last chapter. I'm gonna have to write another fic with a straight Becky, so he can get some. He's by far and away my favourite character, and I feel really mean depriving him of any action in this story :P.



Finally (and I swear the story will start soon), I've got another fic up now if anyone's interested, just a basic one-shot between Claire and Leon that I wrote for someone elsewhere on the internet. It's my first attempt at het, so please check it out if you're interested < / pimpage > !



Rebecca was on top of her, her lithe body sliding across Jill like a silk caress. She felt curious hands kneading her breasts, a peach skin thigh pushing against her dripping sex. Moaning as she ran hands over pert buttocks, she pulled the younger woman closer towards her, shivering in pleasure as she heard her gasp...



The scene was shattered by the harsh bleep of an alarm clock, as Jill woke with a jolt, the fantasy falling away from her grasp. It was Monday morning, time for another week of work. At least she would get to see Rebecca again today. The thought drew her attention to certain wetness between her legs, and she smiled with a slightly guilty look, thinking back to their brief bathroom encounter and wondering whether something similar was in store for today. Jill felt a little nervous about it too, though, uncertain as to what to expect from an entirely new sort of relationship.



She dressed quickly, her usual uniform with its casual t-shirt and worn-in combat boots; trousers slung slightly lower on the hips than regulations dictated. She was not about to forsake fashion just for some stuck up rulebook, and besides, no one seemed to object. Jill may have been far from a stereotypical girly girl, but she certainly was not averse to dressing to impress.



The day was clear and chill, perfect for a brisk morning walk. Feeling healthy, Jill walked to work, grabbing a less-than-virtuous muffin and latte combo en route. She arrived at the office eager to see Rebecca again, despite a slight case of nerves. She longed for that cheeky grin, those wide inquisitive eyes she longed to stare into and drown in forever. But...



"Where's Becky?"



Jill asked, glancing around the office. It was quarter past nine, and the medic still was not there. Was she ill?



"Out doing some fieldwork with Enrico, I heard. Just tha usual routine shit - patrolling, checking up on the regular cops...I overheard Wesker telling him about it, said she needed to learn the ropes."



Barry's explanation was a relief; at least it meant Rebecca would only be away for a few hours, probably until after lunch if nothing unusual cropped up. But nonetheless it was pure torture for Jill as the clock hands ticked around to one o'clock. A quick lunch in the canteen later, and there was still no sign of Becky.



Then, the clock fast approaching two o'clock, she was there, hair slightly windswept from the brisk weather. She leant down to talk to Jill in hushed tones, resting a slender hand on her shoulder.



"We still gonna meet up later? And, uh..."train"?"



Rebecca somehow managed to speak inverted commas around the word, imbuing it with a thousand hidden meanings and dark suggestions. Her hushed, breathy whisper and subtle touch were the height of eroticism to Jill, it was all she could do not to kiss the girl passionately, right there in the office.



Instead, quite calmly, she got up and spoke, addressing no one in particular.



"Right, I'm going to the training area to show Becky the guns. We'll be back in a couple of hours."



They snuck away like giggling, secretive schoolgirls, struggling to keep their hands off each other. Jill placed her left on Rebecca's buttocks, a bold gesture for her - she never normally initiated sexual contact with her partners, preferring to follow, not lead. She felt toned muscles work in the firm flesh, the girl's sculptural curves moving with her steps. Neither spoke as they headed downstairs to the women’s' changing rooms.



Safely inside the sparsely decorated room, their passions erupted instantaneously. Mouth found mouth, hands moved like dancing water over willing flesh. Before either knew what was going on, they had stripped off each other’s t-shirts and were stepping out of their trousers. Each stripped to her underwear; they took a moment to look at each other before resuming their pleasures. Jill leaned back against the wall, the shorter girl tilting her head up for a kiss. Soft breasts pressed together, tender nipples pushed close through thin fabric, they moved yet closer together.



Jill wrapped her arms around Rebecca, sliding hands down her soft back, learning every curve of her lover's body. She looked over the girl's shoulder, Becky's mouth moving to her sensitive neck. That perfect arse, quite unashamedly visible in red thong panties...no doubt chosen deliberately, but just as appetizing regardless. Jill slid her hands under the panties, sliding them down as she ran her palms across Becky's bottom, and down her soft, pale thighs. She heard a soft moan as she slid one hand between them, fondling Rebecca's pussy temptingly.



The medic pulled her forwards slightly, bodies in a hot embrace. She fumbled with Jill's bra, undoing the hooks quickly (far faster than any man had managed, Jill noted) and pulling it off, tossing the garment to one side disinterestedly. She leaned in to take a nipple in her pouty pink mouth, but was momentarily distracted. The brunette took that moment as a chance to slide a finger inside her lover, slowly curling it and uncurling it, stroking Becky's inner walls. She gasped out, the unexpected sensation more than welcome, and set to work on Jill's breasts. Her tongue ran slowly over the centre of one breast, stimulating the areola with luxurious, leisurely licks, moving achingly, perilously close to the nipple itself, before finally moving over the erect tip, coaxing the nerves to tingles of pleasure. In response, the movement of Jill's fingers increased in urgency, sliding in and out of Rebecca's slick cunt.



By some unspoken agreement, they moved towards the benches in the centre of the changing room, cold, utilitarian things, not comfy, but suitable enough for their desperate purposes. There would be time enough for drawn out, lazy love sessions in the future, right now they longed for each other, to provide the other with release and experience it herself in exchange.



Removing their final items of underwear, the two women sat down on the bench, facing each other, comfortable in their nakedness. Jill looked slightly wary of the new territory, a timid, innocent-whore look that was potently erotic. Rebecca surveyed her body, drinking in the ripe fruit of her breasts, the downy hair of her coy cunt, the strong form softened by the natural curves of womanhood. She noticed that Jill was eyeing her up, too, and trying to hide it.



"Don't be shy!” Rebecca laughed, leaning forward to lay her hands on the other girl's hips for a moment, before snaking her fingers down to the tender spot between Jill's legs, rubbing her clit in gentle, circular motions. Jill leaned back, the bench cool against her shoulders. Rebecca spread Jill's lips, eyeing her exposed genitals critically, sliding one finger over the soft, dark flesh. Experimentally, she slid one inside her lover, the tight hole clasping her finger eagerly. She looked down at the dreamy-faced Jill as she began to finger her, appreciating the slight blush that had caught in her cheeks. Becky could have watched all day, fingering Jill slowly and watching the pleasure show plainly on her face, her breasts jiggling slightly as she moved eagerly to take more of the slender finger insider her. The medic slid another digit in, impressed with the moan it elicited. Drawing her eyes away from the delightful sight before her at last, she crouched down, burying her face in the moist delight between Jill's thighs.



Her tongue flicked across the brunette's sensitive clit, sliding beneath its hood to create sensations unimaginable. Moving her tongue slowly, gently, Rebecca slicked her fingers in and out at a greater speed, feeling Jill grow moister by the second. The girl moaned beneath her, crying out unintelligible words, as she got rapidly closer to her peak. Becky moved her free hand to her own genitals, massaging her clit with swift, light strokes. Her senses were filled with Jill, her smell, her taste, her beautiful sighs...



Jill looked out from under thick eyelashes, in a state of intense arousal. She watched the woman busy between both her own legs and Jill's, pleasuring them both with her skilled ministrations. The sight was powerfully erotic, so Jill happily watched, hands going to her own breasts to teasingly pluck at the nipples. Rebecca's fingers fucked her harder, slipping into her pussy again and again. She cried out, louder than before, close to climax. Jill writhed on the cold bench, her climax powerful and infinitely satisfying as Becky continued to touch her, now more gently, slowing eventually to almost nothing, drawing the orgasm out to the last possible second.



They both lay there for a moment, Jill sated at last, Becky delighted at the effect she had had on her new partner. She grinned slightly, suddenly laughing a little.



"I bet someone heard you"



"I hope not..."



"Ach, who cares? It'd be..."



She trailed off, Jill's finger pressed to her lips, still tasting faintly of her own juices from earlier. Wordlessly, she moved towards the brunette, settling back between her legs, feeling hard nipples and a dripping sex pressed to her back. Jill traced soft circles around her nipples, and groped at her breasts first gently, then roughly, taking her cue from Becky's slight gasps. Slowly, she slid one hand down the medic's toned belly, rubbing her hand slowly over the whole of her vulva. Jill's fingers found her clit, rubbing it in time with one nipple, and leaning down to nibble at the girl's neck, then licking across her clavicle and back again.



Jill's fingers moved down from the clit, slipping into Becky easily. She moved her hands with a slight uncertainty, repeating routines from her own self-pleasure, hoping Rebecca was similarly sensitive to the dual sensations of being softly fingered while having her clit thumbed rapidly. It seemed she was, the girl was soon gasping out, straining back against Jill and leaning up to kiss her passionately, tongues dancing, invading, conquering, relenting.



Jill felt Rebecca's muscles contract as she came, gripping her fingers as she slid them back and forth, faster and faster. The medic moaned against her, gripping Jill's thighs in her passion, finally relaxing with the last wave of exquisite pleasure.



Rebecca looked up at her lover, satisfied and happy. Then she looked at her watch.



"Shit!"



"Becky? What's up...oh. Oh bugger, we best get going!"



Over an hour had passed and the other officers would soon be heading down to the firing range, if they were not there already. Things would be unpleasantly awkward if they had to walk out of the changing rooms together to face everyone, and face questions as to what on earth they had been up to.



Sorting her clothes from her lover's, Jill broached a question:



"So...when do you want to, well...to do this again?"



Fastening her bright red bra back on, Rebecca thought for a moment.



"Well, we could go out for dinner tomorrow? I could use something a bit more interesting than my own cooking..."



"You mean...a date?"



"Uh...yep. What the hell did you think I meant?” Rebecca questioned her teasingly.



Jill darted across the small space between them, clutching the medic for a quick kiss. They smiled at one another.



"So...shall I meet you outside the station tomorrow evening? Six thirty ok?” asked Becky.



"Fine by me".



They broke their embrace, and slipped out into the training area proper, to spend the rest of the afternoon shooting paper men, and subtle glances.