Beer and S.T.A.R.S.

Beer and S.T.A.R.S.

AN- Meh. I feel like crap. So I wrote a nice femmeslash to cheer me up. Hurray. It's pointless. Plotless. And oh so lemony.

Disclaimer- I wish this was canon, but it's not. Pooh. Capcom owns them, I fantasize.

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The third, and so far, annual, meeting of the T-Virus survivors was in full swing. Well, it wasn't so much a meeting as it was everyone coming together, and if they were of age, getting sloshed. It was a good time usually.
Except tonight Claire wasn't much into the festivities. She looked across the Barry's living room casually, and cringed as she witnessed Billy stick his tongue into Rebecca-- /her/ Rebecca!!--'s ear. Granted, Rebecca was never really hers in the first place... but they were so damn close...
When Billy came out of hiding, it was like Rebecca had come alive with joy at the prospect of meeting the ex-con once more. It twisted Claire's heart when Rebecca would confide in her things that happened between them and things she hoped would soon. But Rebecca was Claire's friend. She would listen and she would never complain. As a matter of fact, Rebecca really should be with Billy if it made her this happy. But...
But Claire /loved/ her. She had never felt this way about anyone before. It was like her heart was being riddled with bullets when she saw the two of them engaged in some form of intimate exchange. What was worse? He was sincere, the prick. He actually seemed to care for Rebecca back, and his eyes held the same glow hers did when ever they kissed.
It was sickening. Absolutely sickening.
"Something the matter?" Leon asked, plopping down next to her with a beer in hand. Claire stole it from him and popped the top, taking a long swig from the bottle. She wiped her mouth off on the back of her hand before giving the beer back. "Gee, you're welcome." Leon ssarcsarcastically, batting at Claire's pony-tail.
When Claire's expression remained stony, Leon nudged her in the side. "What?" She asked blankly, giving him a side long glance.
"What's wrong?" Leon placed a hand on her shoulder, letting her know that he knew she was genuinely distressed. She sighed, exasperated.
"You know... how I feel about Becca?"
"Yeah." Leon said grinned goofily. Claire nodded in the direction of the couch Rebecca and Billy were situated in, getting more and more intense by the minute. "Oh..." He quirked an eyebrow and looked around the room. The rest of the survivors were doing their best to ignore them, but they couldn't help sneaking a peek at the spectacle.
"Hey guys." Jill walked up to them smiling, beers in hand. "Claire! You're not getting smashed! What's wrong with you?" Her smile faltered when Claire didn't respond. Leon gave her a sympathetic look. "Tane. ne. You seem like you need it." She held out a beer to Claire, who took it quickly and downed the whole thing just as fast.
"Thanks." Claire said, still breathless from drinking the whole thing so fast.
"Uh... want another one?" Jill asked in amusement, smirking. Claire smiled a little in response.
"I'll get some more. They're in the styrofoam cooler on the counter, right?" Jnoddnodded and Leon stood, offering his seat to her. She took it, inching closer to Claire. When the younger woman only stared at the floor dully, Jill reached out and brushed a piece of hair behind her hair.
"Hey, are you sure you're ok?" Jill asked, continuing to smooth Claire's hair. Claire nodded, but Jill could see that she was near tears. "Want to go talk about this somewhere quieter?" Claire looked up at Jill, wiping her eyes.
"I'm just being stupid, that's all." She sniffed and rubbed her nose.
Jill stood and offered Claire her hand. "C'mon." After a seconds hesitation, Claire took her hand and let her lead her away from the party. They passed through the kitchen and by Leon. He didn't say anything, but offered them both some more beers. Jill took four before grabbing Claire's hand once more.
Much to Claire's surprise, the quieter location Jill had in mind was the bathroom. It was relatively small, and Barry's wife had gone through great pains in deodorizing and decorating it. It was damn near tacky, but in a rather homey sort of way. Jill set the beers on the counter top before shutting the door behind them.
She sat on the edge of the tub and patted the toilet. "Sit down. You get the throne." Claire smiled, taking a fresh beer. She popped it open and took a sip, not knowing what to say really. After a moment Claire sighed loudly.
"I'm sorry... I'm just... I'm just so stupid." Jill smiled in response, stroking Claire's hair once more.
"You are not. Trust me, if you were someone would have told you already." They both giggled a little before turning back to their beers. After a moments hesitation, Claire began.
"I... I had a 'thing' for Rebecca." Claire bit her lip nervously, hoping Jill wouldn't freak at her. The older woman took her bottle from her lips and gave Claire a sympathetic look.
"That must have been horrible, watching her and Billy go at it like that." Jill said before taking another bottle and opening it. Claire shrugged.
"It was, but... you know, if that's what makes her happy... then I guess that's what I got to live with... I don't want her to stop being happy just because I'm jealous..."
"But...?" Jill asked, urging her on.
"But..." Claire choked on a sob, a hand flying to shield her eyes as the tears threatened to flow. "But it still hurts!" Jill reached out and hugged her as she cried, stroking her back as she murmured comforting things.
Claire's out burst didn't last more then a minute or two, but she was still teary and bleary when she disentangled herself from Jill. "Sorry about that." She said sheepishly.
"Don't worry about it." Jill reassured her, patting her knee.
"But... I don't know. It's just so confusing. I'm afraid I'll never feel for anyone like I felt for her. It just... seemed so much like love, you know?" Claire threw her beer back once more, downing it with amazing speed. She reached for another one and started on it.
"Yeah, kind of." Jill sighed, smirking a little. Claire gave her a curious look. She giggled a little in response (and because she was a little tipsy) and ruffled Claire's hair. "Trust me, I know. So I can tell you one thing." She leaned foreword, her lips inches from Claire's ear. "It gets better, eventually."
"What do you mean?" Claire asked, genuinely confused. Jill giggled once more.
"You grow, you learn, you become attached to other people." She took a swig of beer. "Yeah, it'll hurt for a while, and yeah it'll never really go away. 'Specially if you really do in fact love her. But you can't deprive yourself from happiness just because one way to it is blocked." Claire still looked confused and it took Jill a second to realize that Claire was just as drunk as she was. "If you wait for her forever, you're going to miss out on a lot of opportunities. And if she's happy, good for her. Now worry about your own happiness for once."
Claire took another sip of beer. "I think you're drunk." She laughed, her hand flying to cover her mouth.
"Yeah Einstein, and so are you." Jill replied, ruffling Claire's hair once more. Claire shrieked and grabbed the older woman's wrist before reaching out and tickling her. Jill screamed loudly, dropping her beer in the tub.
"Damn. Sorry." Claire said, chewing her bottom lip as she watched the liquid empty down the drain.
"It's no problem." Jill replied, snatching Claire's beer.
"Hey, wait a minute!" Claire yelled, trying to take the bottle back. Jill held it just out of reach and Claire crawled over to her, trying to grab the bottle as it swayed in the air above their heads. Claire's hand snaked up Jill's arm and grabbed her wrist as she tried to drag it down. Trying to get leverage, Claire wrapped her free arm around Jill's waist as she tried to squirm away.
Alcohol saturated both their breath, but neither of them seemed to mind as they wrestled for the bottle.
Claire was shocked when she realized how close her face was to Jill's and was even more shocked to notice how soft her lips looked...
Unthinking, Claire leaned foreword and chastely kissed Jill, briefly pressing her lips to the other woman's. Both their struggles stopped as they looked into each others eyes, both of them hazy with drink.
Jill raised a hand and cupped Claire's face, rubbing her cheek with her thumb. This time it was Jill that kissed Claire. She pressed her lips firmer to Claire's; more assured and less curious then Claire's flirtation had been. When she pulled back, Claire's eyes had drifted closed and her lips were parted slightly. She gave a sigh of contentment before looking at Jill.
"Do you want to go find a room?" Jill asked quietly, setting the bottle down on the floor besides them. After hesitating for a moment, Claire nodded slowly.
They both stood, Jill once more taking Claire's hand. They left the bathroom and went down the hall to one of the guest rooms Barry had set up.
Five people would be sleeping in the living room, Sherry would be in Barry and his wife's room on the floor, and three people were supposed to stay in the guest room. But tonight it looked like it was going to be narrowed down to two.
They slipped in quietly, and locked the door behind them.
Almost immediately Claire found herself backed up against the door, the full length of Jill's body pressing against her. Jill's lips were on hers once more, only this time more aggressively. Claire kissed back feverishly, rubbing suggestively against Jill.
She probably wouldn't be doing it at all if her judgment wasn't so impaired. But that didn't seem important at the moment. What was was the supple woman offering her a chance to forget about Rebecca, at least for awhile.
She bit gently on Jill's lower lip, earning a groan from the other woman. Jill licked Claire's lips before darting her tongue past them, savoring the warmth and sweetness of alcohol. Claire's tongue joined Jill's, sliding over it and around her mouth, tasting everything Jill had to offer.
Jill's hands traveled up Claire's body and under her shirt and bra, blindly groping her breasts. She rubbed and pinched them, turning her nipples into hard, sensitive peaks. Claire moaned into Jill's mouth, and grabbed the other woman's butt to pull her even closer.
"The bed..." Jill whispered quickly. Claire nodded, but Jill didn't seem interested in taking her own advice. Instead she trailed her tongue over Claire's neck before latching on to the creamy surface and sucking. Claire let out a delighted gasp, shifting from foot to foot as she became increasingly aroused.
Jill lightly trailed one hand down Claire's abdomen as the other worked on her breast. Claire's muscles tightened as Jill's fingers trailed feather light over her skin, the mere tickle feeling like a sexual sensation all in its self. Her hand stopped at the top of Claire's pants, resting questioningly on her waist. "Go for it!" Claire whispered, giving Jill's ass a firm squeeze. Jill chuckled, switching sides of Claire's neck before undoing the top button.
The zipper went next, and soon Jill pushed the article as far down as she could. Grabbing the waist band of Claire's panties, she quickly pushed them down as well before thrusting her fingers into Claire's tight pussy. Claire gasped wordlessly, as Jill pumped her fingers in and out, in and out. "Oh!" She let out throatily, leaning her head back against the door as she thrust herself against Jill.
Jill brushed her thumb against Claire's clit every so once in a while, sending the younger woman into spasm's of pleasure, but she found she preferred Claire riding her fingers, pounding down against her fiercely.
Single handedJillJill pushed Claire's shirt and bra over her breasts, her fingers still inside Claire. With her free hand, she squeezed one breast protectively as her mouth captured the other's nipple. She trailed her tongue over it slowly, earning pleasured noises from Claire ins response. Jill smiled against Claire's flesh before taking it into her mouth, sucking as hard as she could.
One of Claire's hands tangled into Jill's hair, encouraging her on. Grinning wickedly, Jill bit down on the sensitive nub. Hard.
"Ah!" Claire cried as her orgasm neared, her body quaking as her walls pulsing around Jill's fingers. The other woman sped up her pace, pumping faster and harder as she nibbled Claire's nipple. "Ah! Harder!" Claire blurted out. Jill slammed her fingers into Claire, earning loud moans of appreciation. In and out, in and out she went, Claire riding her just as furiously.
Jill bit down on Claire's nipple once more, just barely breaking the skin. It was enough to send Claire over the edge.
She shrieked as her muscles clamped down on Jill's fingers as they pumped into her furiously before her thumb pressed down hard on her clit.
When she revived, Claire was laying on the floor, Jill's fingers still moving slowly inside her. When she saw that the other woman was back to normal Jill removed her fingers from Claire and wiped them off on her skirt. "How was it?" Jill asked quietly. Claire sat up, her clothes still in a disarray, and pressed her lips to Jill's in a savage kiss, her tongue claiming her mouth. Jill groaned and pushed Claire away. "More?" Jill asked, smiling. Claire nodded.
They stood and stripped down hurriedly, barely taking their eyes off each other. When she was finished, Jill sat on the edge of the bed and crooked her finger at Claire, silently telling her to join her.
Claire placed her knees on either side of Jill, straddling her. She slowly slid down to a sitting position, her hot and slippery pussy pressing against Jill's thighs. Claire rolled her head, savoring the feeling of their flesh pressed together.
She turned back to Jill who was staring at her in awe and pressed her lips to hers firmly, her tongue once more claiming her lovers mouth in a rare show of aggressiveness. Jill's hands came to rest on the small of Claire's back, as the other woman reached back and let her hair down from her ponytail. She broke the kiss and shook her head, ruffling the loose strands. Jill smirked.
Jill didn't know what to think when Claire moved from her lap and laid down, but her confusion was short lived. Claire grasped her hands and encouraged Jill to crawl over her.
Her thighs on either side of Claire's face, Jill gripped the head board and rose her hips to give Claire better access. She took in a shuddering gasp when Claire kissed her neither lips, her tongue darting out and tasting her. Claire gave an appreciative moan at Jill's taste before nuzzling the thick nest of curls. Jill gasped once more, goose flesh rising all over her body.
Claire buried her mouth in the little piece of heaven between Jill's legs, licking and nipping the flesh softly. Jill thrust against Claire, rising and falling along with her lovers motions. Claire grasped Jill's butt, encouraging the other woman to ride her face.
She took Jill's clit in her mouth and sucked hard, causing Jill to toss her head back. "I'm gonna-- I'm gonna--!" She came quick and long, Claire's tongue still licking her as she came down off the high. Jill laid down next to Claire quietly, wrapping her arms around her. Claire nuzzler fer face into the crook of Jill's neck as she pulled a blanket around them, shielding them from the night air.
"That was... wow..." Claire breathed, pressing her lips to Jill's. Jill smiled, kissing her back.
"How would you feel about doing that every night?" Jill asked, grinning widly. Claire smiled and kissed Jill.
"I think I'd prefer it."