A Moment

[Didnt write this, dont own the characters]


There were too many of them. She had underestimated the number of them a fou found now found herself in over her head.

Thanks to her quick thinking and ingenuity, Claire Redfield had been able to
disable all but a handful of Umbrella's undead T-virus victims. Normally,
this wouldn't be a problem for her, but in the fray she'd lost count of how
many bullets she had fired from her handgun. 13? 14? 15? She was down to
her last clip. She was running out of options, and time, as the zombies
shambled towards her. Using her only lifeline, Claire took aim and pulled the
trigger. A shot rang out and ripped a hole in one of the zombie's heads. One
down, two to go. Claire took aim again and pulled the trigger twice in rapid
succession.

Click, click. Damn, out of bullets.

Reholstering the weapon, Claire took out her knife, despite her doubts to its
effectiveness. She quickly pushed these thoughts out her head. Those will
only get you killed, just take them one at a time.

As the walking cadavers edged closer, Claire pooled her adrenaline, leaped
for the closest zombie and swiped with her knife. She scored a clean, deep
hit across the zombie's chest, making it stagger back. As she landed on the
ground, Claire whipped her head around, her ponytail hitting her in the face
as she tried to find the other zombie. She couldn't see it to her left or
her right. Where did it go?

Where else, but behind her. She made this realization too late, as the
zombie swiped at her as she turned around. Claire tried to inch away at the
last second, but the attack still did its damage. While her shirt and jacket
took most of the blow, there were three shallow but long cuts on the upper
part of her abdomen. She was in great danger from infection.

That's forgetting the fact that the zombies, now smelling blood, were more
determined than ever to get her. Bleeding, tired, and dangerously low on
attack options, Claire winced as the two zombies greedily closed in on their
newfound prey.

BLAM! BLAM!

Two shots from a .45 Magnum rang out. Both zombies, with parts of their
heads missing, fell lifeless to the ground. Claire dared open one eye
towards her savior. A woman, about 25, thin but firmly built, stood a few
feet away with a smoking gun. She walked up and extended a hand to her.

"Th-Thank you," Claire was able to stammer. "Who are you?"

"I'm Jill, Jill Valentine. And you?"

"Claire Redfield." Jill took notice of the last name. "Chris's sister?"

Claire nodded. "What are you doing out here all alone? You could get hurt,
or worse."

"I was looking for him, he's gone missing." Motioning to her stomach, she
added "And I did get hurt. I don't know how to take care of this."

Jill reacted seemingly out of instinct. "We've got to get that cleaned up
and fixed before the infection starts spreading. Hurry, I have a place not
too far from here!"

With that, the two women raced for Jill's makeshift stronghold.

Upon reaching the safety of indoors, Jill instinctively ripped off Claire's
outer jacket and was trying to roll up her black T-shirt when Claire slapped
her hand away. "What are you doing??" She asked in a panicked voice.

"The remedy I have needs to be applied to bare skin! And quickly!" She
responded as if that was common knowledge. Slowly, she realized that this
younger woman had no idea what she was doing. Blushing a bit, she calmly
said, "I'm sorry, please lift up your shirt so I can apply the medication."

Claire hesitantly complied, moving slower as the shirt moved farther up. The
zombie's cut had gone all the way up to her ribcage. The scars went all the
way to just under her black bra. As Jill knelt down to begin applying the
medication, she found herself staring at Claire's stomach. Despite the cuts
and blood, her stomach was well toned and sexy. Jill's wandering eye moved
upwards, until she reached the outlines of Claire's curves. Embarrassed that
Claire might have seen her gaze, Jill focused on healing Claire's wounds. Her
face was as red as Claire's jacket.

After a few minutes of hesitant massaging, Jill was finished. She took a few
small steps away from Claire, still embarrassed by her wandering mind. She
was thankful that she didn't allow her hands to follow suit. "You're going
to have to leave that on for a few minutes, then wash it off with a shower.
Then one more rubdown and you'll be fine." Jill smiled to try to quell her
unease.

Jill's words took Claire out of her slight daze. "Um, sure, no problem,
thanks," was all she was able to force out through the daze. It had been so
long since she'd been caressed there. Her stomach had always been a sensitive
area, a few soft kisses could quickly turn her on. She quickly realized where
she was (and who she was with) and tried to regain her senses. She turned a
bit red, with her tone becoming more full when she realized Jill was also
blushing. "Um, should I leave it open to the air or can I put my shirt down
now?" Both women's faces became redder than ever.

"Why don't I get you a bathrobe or something, that shirt won't really do much
good right now." Jill half-hurried to the bedroom to fetch the extra
bathrobe.

When she returned, Claire had taken off her shirt, but was holding it against
her to cover herself. She reached out with one hand to take the robe. She
managed an embarrassed smile. "Thanks, I appreciate all that you are doing
for me."

Jill smiled back. "Not at all, I'm glad to help."

Brewing a fresh pot of coffee, Jill pulled up a couple of chairs to a table
and motioned to Claire to sit down. Luckily for her, Claire had pulled the
robe closed somewhat tightly, so there would be no distractions. The women
talked about the events that had happened in their respective lives since the
T-virus outbreak. Places they'd been, foes they'd fought, friends they'd
saved, and those they couldn't. They lent each other mutual emotional
support, reminding each other that they were still alive, as long as there
was life there was hope.

After a few minutes, Jill glanced at the clock and the now empty pot of
coffee. "We're fresh out of coffee, why don't you get a shower while I make
some more? We need to put that second application on soon anyway."

Claire nodded. "Sounds good to me, I haven't had a nice, hot shower in what
feels like years." Jill felt a small smile crawl onto her face. She knew
that feeling all too well.

After directing Claire to the bathroom, Jill started making the second pot of
coffee. While it brewed, Jill went into her room and flopped on the bed,
trying to mentally prepare herself for what was to come. She heard the water
splashing in the bathroom and tried not to think of the water running down
Claire's naked body. Shaking her head in a futile attempt to force images
out of her head, she decided to make her rounds. Her house was strategically
placed, rather isolated. This allowed room for traps. She had laid them to
give herself extra preparation in case zombies showed up. She routinely
checked the traps for disturbances, and did so to distract herself now.

When nothing out of the ordinary was found, Jill returned to the bedroom and
lay down on the bed. She closed her eyes, trying to let sleep find her even
for just a few minutes. She couldn't afford to sleep for too long, even at
night, so she slept when she could. The sun had set, night was beginning to
descend on the ravaged town. Now was when she would have to be extra careful.
She had to rest now so she could be prepared later.

She was barely conscious when she heard the bedroom door squeak open. Claire
walked in, not aware of Jill's presence. She removed tossed the robe onto
the bed, which startled Jill. She sleepily opened her eyes to see Claire
just finish putting on her white panties as she reached for her shorts. Her
medium sized, firm-looking breasts were just visible in the dim light of the
evening. Jill must have gasped, as Claire looked at Jill with shock and
screamed a bit as she grabbed the robe and clutched it to herself.

"I, I'm sorry, I didn't know you were in here!" Claire nearly shrieked as
she grabbed what clothes she could find and tried to run to the bathroom.

"No, its my fault, I'm sorry." Jill cried out. "Don't go, the medicine is in
here anyway. Just keep the robe closed, it'll be alright." Jill couldn't
believe those words left her mouth. There's no way that she'll take that,
she'll hightail it to the bathroom and think I'm some kind of creep. To her
surprise, Claire had stopped at the door, seemingly considering the offer.
Keeping her back to the slightly older woman, Claire slid the robe over her
shoulders and put her shorts on. She turned around, keeping the robe closed
with her hand. Jill turned on a light and dug out the medicine as Claire
sat down on the bed.

Jill carefully parted the folds of the robe so she could get at Claire's
wounds. Jill began to rub the gel onto Claire's toned stomach. Almost
instantly Claire's eyes closed and her head rolled back on her neck. The
smallest of sighs escaped Claire's lips. Claire slowly lay herself on her
back. While doing this, the robe moved apart slightly, but Claire didn't
seem to notice. She was too happy with her second tummy massage of the day.
But Jill noticed. She only had a small amount of chest of which to see, but
she was nearly mesmerized by what she could see. Not too big, but certainly
not too small, her breasts seemed perfect, they looked like they yearned to
have a hand around them, caressing them. Claire was clearly turned on, and
seeing this only ignited the fires that lay within Jill.

Claire's bliss prompted Jill's hands to stray away from her wounds. Nothing
too daring, just moving across the entire stomach instead of just that one
patch. Claire's soft moans of pleasure increased in volume. Jill's hands
tingled with sensation as she moved her soft hands over Claire's muscular
stomach. With each more daring probe of her fingers, Claire's barely
restrained ecstasy seemed to get more and more intense. With the premise of
applying medicine long forgotten, Jill decided to throw a curveball to the
young brown-haired woman.

Without any sign or indication, Jill kept one hand on Claire's stomach while
she moved the other to Claire's leg. A short gasp from the younger Redfield
sibling betrayed her surprise. She loved the feeling of two hands on her
stomach, but this new setup didn't bother her at all. She forced herself to
sit up, supporting herself on her hands placed behind her. She slowly opened
her eyes and gave Jill the best come-hither look she could muster. When Jill
met her gaze, Claire took Jill by the shoulders and brought her face to her
own. The two beautiful women stared at each other for just a brief second,
until Claire planted a tender, soft kiss on the STARS officer's mouth. Jill
kissed back, just as tenderly, caught up in the emotion of love that Claire
was radiating. After a few brief seconds, the kiss ended. The two stared at
each other once again, energy bouncing playfully in their eyes. This time,
Jill instigated the kiss, which was slightly more firm than the first one.
Breathing got heavier, soft moans escaped the throats of both women. When
the more daring kiss broke, both Jill and Claire gasped slightly for breath.
The energy of life that played in their eyes was gone, replaced by the fires
of pure lust. Both women grabbed each other at the same time, lips locking
with lips with unadulterated passion. Claire took Jill and dragged her onto
the bed without breaking the liplock.

Jill felt as though her mind was exploding. Locked in a kiss that could very
easily make the bed burst into flames, she was vaguely aware of something
tugging at her shirt. She lifted her arms up, and the shirt was quickly
tossed aside, exposing the light blue bra. As tongues twisted together, Jill
returned the favor by nearly ripping her robe off of Claire's shoulders. The
force of her actions surprised her, but Claire's moan of approval at Jill's
dominance drove away any notions of being too rough on the 20 year old.

With nothing impeding her progress, Jill broke the animalistic kiss and
started to work on Claire's neck, gradually coming out of her lust-induced
frenzy and becoming more focused on stimulating Claire's sensations. Slowly,
Jill worked from Claire's neck to her chest, focusing somewhat on the area
right between her breasts. Claire's heavy breathing told Jill that she was
loving it, but was nearly screaming for something more. Letting her idle
hands become active again, Jill gently dragged her hands across Claire's
stomach, avoiding her scars, while teasing her breasts. Claire's breathing
became even more labored, Jill thought she was going to scream out loud.
Slowly, Jill brought up her hand to one breast while she went to work on her
other one with her mouth. Claire thought that she was going to explode right
then and there. As Jill lightly twisted and pulled on one nipple while
tonguing and sucking the other, Claire tried to unhook Jill's bra. She
fumbled a bit, as the pleasure was overwhelming her senses. After a few
tries Claire was successful, and Jill's bra was thrown aside. Jill worked
her way back up Claire's body until the two were kissing once more. Both
women's breasts grinded up against each other, sending waves of pleasure
through the both of them. Groans and sighs melted together. The grave fears
and sorrows that haunted them through the days and weeks were gone,
completely forgotten in the wake of pure pleasure that surrounded them
now.

Claire decided it was her turn to go on the offensive. With Jill still onop oop of her, Claire began to kiss Jill's neck and occasionally nibble on an
ear. Jill offered no resistance, leaning into Claire's kisses to allow her
more access, and to feel her lips more fully on her body. Through the torrent
of kisses, Jill noticed that Claire was scooting downwards on the bed to give
herself access to more of Jill's body. Again, Jill voiced no opposition,
especially when Claire took one of Jill's nipples into her mouth and started
sucking. The unexpected sensation rippled through Jill's thin but muscular
frame like an earthquake. She gasped and let out tight-lipped moans to
express her inexplicable pleasure. Jill had no idea how she was holding
herself above Claire and not crushing her.

Her elbows nearly buckled when Claire upped the ante. Still tonguing one
nipple, Claire massaged Jill's other nipple with her left hand while letting
her right hand explore Jill's stomach and hips. Jill's moans of pleasure
became louder and longer as Claire dragged her fingers in circles just above
her warm place. Unable to keep herself upright, Jill forced herself away
from Claire's mouth and hands and collapsed on her back next to Claire. She
wasted no time in resuming her actions, instantly attaching her mouth to one
of Jill's breasts and her hand on the other. Once again, though, Claire's
hand began exploring, coming to a head when she firmly pressed four fingers
against Jill's crotch. Jill's long, low moan motioned to Claire that it was
time to move on.

She slid down and began to undo Jill's pants. Eagerly, Jill assisted her and
slid off both her shorts and her navy blue panties. Resisting the urge to go
straight for the prize, Claire tenderly yet hungrily kissed at Jill's pelvic
region. She played close attention to the shaved areas that surrounded
Jill's small tuft of hair. Jill tried to use her hands to guide Claire's
tongue to her wet spot, but Claire decided to tease Jill just a bit more. She
kissed just above Jill's clitoris and licked around her lips with seemingly
expert precision. Jill wanted to scream, she was so close but yet so far.
Through her spasms of heaven, Jill managed to gasp out a barely audible,
"Please?"

It did not take long for Claire to comply. Her mouth engulfed Jill's
clitoris, and Jill's eyes shot open with the pleasurable shock of this new
ecstasy. Once Claire's tongue started working, Jill's eyes began to roll
into the back of her head. Seemingly on t own own, one of Jill's hands went
to her breast while the other attached itself to the back of Claire's head,
guiding her closer and deeper. Claire's tongue worked feverishly on Jill's
warmth, becoming more excited as she tasted Jill become wetter and wetter.
Jill was in paradise, she never wanted this to end. She thought she would
explode with pleasure right then and there when Claire began to probe her
tongue into deeper inside of her. Jill's screams were becoming louder and
louder. They became longer and even louder when Claire once again took
Jill's clitoris into her mouth and inserted two fingers into her wet pussy.
Jill nearly instantaneously lost control. She let loose her loudest scream
yet, which became more and more frequent as Claire continued her work.
Claire soon began to feel Jill's muscles tighten against her fingers. As
she neared the edge, Jill's loud screams became deep gasps, which became
shorter, faster, and higher in pitch. Jill arched her back with sheer
pleasure. Claire pushed her fingers in and out of Jill faster and faster,
and worked harder than ever with her tongue to push Jill past the point of
no return. In between gasps for air, Jill managed to say, "I'm. I'm going
to, to, to.." She never finished her sentence. Instead of words came
screams of pure ecstasy, abbreviated only for gasps for air. As the wave of
explosions subsided, Jill's breathing returned to normal.

Claire finally came out from inside of Jill, licking her fingers clean. She
came up and slid herself right next to Jill's still recovering body, which
was now covered in sweat. The two shared several kisses and some tongue
before Jill regained her strength. She gently rolled Claire onto her back as
she began to repay the favor. She started with a line of kisses that started
at Claire's neck and went all the way down to the top of her shorts, with
special attention paid to her stomach. Jill seemed to feed off of the moans
that came from Claire as she planted kiss after kiss on the brown-haired
woman's stomach. Jill let up slightly as she continued her downward
journey. When Claire's shorts stopped her descent, Claire wiggled to work
them off. Jill instead moved to right above Claire's knee and in one quick
motion licked up from there to the upper reaches of Claire's inner thigh.
This forced Claire's hands to attach themselves firmly to her nipples and
pinch them in pleasure. Then Jill removed Claire's shorts and white panties
and went to work.

Jill kissed and licked the bare, shaved top of Claire's crotch. When it was
sufficiently wet, Jill pulled back slightly and blew on the wetness, sending
goosebumps up and down Claire's body as she gasped in surprise. Jill
continued to build Claire up, from kissing her outer reaches to tickling the
very top of Claire's clitoris by moving the tip of her tongue back and forth
across the tip of it. Already Claire was arching her back with satisfaction.
She had never experiences such pure bliss before. Her short, heavy gasps
told Jill she was doing her job. After some more light teasing, Jill suddenly
took all of Claire into her mouth and began to furiously tongue her. This
shockwave of delight surprised Claire, as a high-pitched gasp of air escaped
her lungs. Deep moans of pleasure soon followed. Jill's tongue moved up and
down Claire's vagina, and Claire's moans of delight was all the encouragement
she needed. Claire was getting quite wet at this point, so Jill slowly
inserted a pair of fingers into Claire. Claire emitted no sound; her face
was frozen in a silent scream as her hands rushed from her own breasts to
Jill's head to keep her as close to her as she could. Punctuated gasps were
the only sounds that came from Claire. Jill moved her fingers in and out,
slowly at first but slowly building in speed. Claire's moans soon evolved
into screams. Jill tilted her head so she could kiss and lick around
Claire's lips, but used her thumb to continue the stimulation of her
clitoris, all while still moving two fingers inside her, searching for here
G-spot. At this point Claire's hips were bucking against Jill's fingers so
she could feel them deeper inside her. She was nearly convulsing with sheer
ecstasy. Claire's hips started to move faster against Jill, so she pushed
farther and faster into Jill's inner wetness. She also took Claire's
clitoris into her mouth again and tickled it with her tongue. It didn't take
very long for Claire to lose it. Her screams of bliss were even louder than
Jill's and lasted for a long time. She convulsed for several seconds once
she was sent over the edge. When the storm was finally quelled inside of
Claire, she collapsed seemingly lifeless against the bed. Jill licked her
fingers clean and then joined her on the bed.

Claire was so weak from her explosion she could barely talk. "That... was
nothing... short of... amazing." She gasped a few more times as Jill
smiled. "I guess I should... thank you or something."

Jill smiled brightened as she stroked Claire's now-messy hair. "After what
you did for me, it was the least I could do." She kissed the top of the now
recovering girl's head. Claire's words were becoming more and more coherent.

"I don't want to stop, but I don't think I could move after that. I don't
want to stop..." Jill's smile was so bright it could outshine a flare.

"I was hoping you'd say that. Scoot down a bit." Claire exerted was seemed
like all the effort she could muster to slide herself a few inches away from
the head of the bed. When Claire was in position, Jill swung her knees over
Jill's head so her gender was just in front of her face. She then dropped to
her hands and knees so Claire's gender was right in front her. Slowly, making
sure she wasn't making things uncomfortable for her, Jill slid down so that
her weight was supported by Claire. "This okay for you, Claire?"

Claire couldn't do more than nod since she already had a face full of Jill.
Moaning slightly, Jill wasted no time in catching up.

Tongues twisted around hot spots in apparent unison. It was impossible to
discern who was moaning or screaming when. Claire was being driven completely
insane, since she had just been driven over the edge, and wasn't giving
herself much time to recuperate. She used the sensation to fuel her pleasing
of Jill, who returned the favor. Claire could begin to feel the sea of
wetness begin to build up inside of her once more. She wasn't going to last
much longer. She finally broke her tongue's embrace with Jill and spoke in
gasps. "I can't hold out much longer... come with me please... I am so
close."

Jill nodded as best she could in acknowledgement of Claire's words through
her haze of desire. Claire resumed her tongue massage but quickened its
pace, knowing that time was short. Claire's moaning only pushed Jill closer
to the edge. She began to echo Claire's moans of ecstasy. The two started
moaning in rapid succession, and louder, until both exploded in each other's
faces, with bodies rocking back in forth in response to the force of with
both women came.

It was now completely dark outside, save for a few streetlights that still
operated. Jill climbed off of Claire, turned around, and flopped onto her
back in her daze of delight. Claire somehow managed to roll over and tenderly
place her head on Jill's sher. er.

"Thank you... for everything." Claire managed to say. Jill's only response
came in the form of draping her arm around Claire. After laboring to turn
out the light, the two survivors fell asleep in each others arms.

It was rather early in the morning when the shot went off. Jill shot awake,
disturbing Claire's deep sleep. She waited, shushing Claire's sleepy
inquiries with a finger over her mouth.

BANG! It sounded like a grenade exploding in the distance. Jill sprang out
of bed, reaching for clothes. She uttered two words that woke Claire right
up: "They're coming." Claire bounced out of bed and threw her clothes on.
Jill provided Claire's empty handgun with some extra clips plus a sawed-off
shotgun for good measure. When both women were adequately armed, Jill turned
to Claire, winked, and said boldly, "Let's kick some ass."