Meaningful Encounters

Notes: This was written to break up the doldrums of a 'serious' fic I'm currently writing. Just some crazy fun.
Disclaimer: Obviously I don't own anything remotely related to these characters or games, or I wouldn't be writing fanfic about them. Enjoy.

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“Someone cover Jill!” Joseph screamed, pitching his arm back and looking for anyone open to throw the football to. It was another round of S.T.A.R.S. touch football, a game that was far from 'safe' by any stretch of the imagination. It usually resulted in much demolition and medic visits. Usually bung on, but the medics didn't know that.

“I'm on it,” Chris yelled back across the yard, placing his body in front of Jill so she couldn't see past him. “To Forrest!” he continued, trying to shield Jill from his sight. It wasn't too hard, he was bigger and taller than she was. Perhaps not rougher, but that didn't matter.

Chris felt a hard pinch on his backside and let out a surprised gasp. “Jill! Touch football! Geez.”

Jill raised an eyebrow. “I was touching. Outta my way, Redfield.” She dodged around him and ran for Forrest, who was waiting obliviously for the ball to come flying his way. He had that stupid grin on his face, unaware of the woman charging right for him.

“Forrest, look out!” Chris yelled, cringing as Forrest was unceremoniously planted on his ass. Jill grabbed the football out of the air and took off running, Chris on her tail. Forrest screamed profanities at her back as she ran, rubbing his sore backside as he stood up. “Crazy bitch, always turning it into a game of 'beat up Forrest'...”

Chris quickly gained on Jill. She turned her head back briefly and saw the gap between them closing rapidly. She dodged Brad, who really looked like he'd rather be pulling his own teeth out, and continued down the field. She could hear Chris' footsteps just behind her, just before she felt herself face planting into the grass.

She struggled but Chris flipped her over, straddling her waist and pinning her hands to the ground, the football discarded beside them. “Touch football, Chris!” Jill told him pointedly, eyebrow raised again. He smiled that cheeky grin that always pissed her off. “I was touching.”

Jill struggled again but he held firm, as if to prove to her that he really was on top. “Say 'when'.”

Jill brought her knee up forcefully between his legs. Chris' eyes shot open and he fell off her, clutching his most tender parts. Jill grabbed the football and pushed it down on his chest. “When.”

The boys down the other end of the field began laughing at him, adding insult to injury. Jill walked over and placed the ball down over their imaginary line.

“I do believe that's the game, and we win.” She dropped the ball and sauntered back to the R.P.D., leaving Chris in his agony and the other boys laughing at him. “This isn't over!” he yelled out to her, his face contorted in pain.

“I dare say it's not,” she smiled back.

Chris got onto his knees and slowly stood up. Joseph slapped him on the back as he walked by. “You should know better than to fuck with Jill, man.”

Forrest gave him a sympathetic smile. “She's a crazy bitch,” he agreed. Chris dusted himself off. He'd get her yet. Just because these pussies couldn't didn't mean that he would also befall the same fate as them.

He watched Jill walking away, her hips swinging as she did so. No. No way in hell was this over. He jogged to catch up with her.

“Good game,” he offered, holding out a hand as he stepped into line with her. She looked at it before looking back up at his face. She smiled. “We'll have to do it again sometime.”

Chris dusted off his backside, realising Jill wasn't going to shake his hand. Fine. “Yeah, yeah, we will,” he muttered.

Silence filled the air between them. Chris tried frantically to think of something, anything to say, but nothing was coming. Jill was in her own happy world, that place she retreated to when she knew she'd just kicked all their asses. She opened the front doors to the R.P.D. and walked in, not bothering to hold it open for Chris. It slammed in his face.

“Oh come on now Jill, that's just rude!” he yelled out behind her as she strode away to the showers. She held a hand up dismissively. A few of the nearby officers looked up at him as he opened the door and tried to supress their laughter. Chris fumed.

“Shut your faces,” he grunted as he walked by, following Jill to the showers. They broke into fits of giggles as he left the room. He frowned and opened the door to the locker room; Jill was already sitting on one of the benches, taking off her shirt.

“Don't mind me,” Chris grumbled, walking over to his own locker. He opened it up and took out a towel, drying off his sweaty face and neck. He heard Jill's locker close behind him.

“Look, why don't we...” his sentence was muffled by Jill's lips suddenly on his own, kissing him passionately and forcing him backwards. He slammed into his locker, letting out a muffled groan of surprise. What the hell? He sometimes thought Jill had a multiple personality disorder. Either that or she really was crazy.

But why look a gift horse in the mouth?

He grabbed her by the hips and lifted her up, supporting her weight as she wrapped her legs around his waist. The pair continued kissing, bumping into the open lockers and smashing things onto the ground. Jill's hands grabbed onto the side of his face, kissing him with such force it was as though life itself depended on it.

Chris moved over to the nearby wall, slamming both himself and Jill into it. If it had hurt her, she made no indication. She ran her hands through his hair and down over his shoulders. He was still slick with sweat from the game, as was she. She reached down and grabbed the bottom of his shirt, breaking their kiss long enough to yank it off him. She threw it nearby and they resumed where they left off.

Jill pushed herself off from the wall, causing Chris to buckle beneath her. They hit the ground with a thud. “Ah fuck...” Chris muttered, grabbing his head, but soon forgot about the pain as Jill began kissing his neck. He ran his hands over her naked back up to her bra, playing with the straps. They fell down her shoulders. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting the feeling of Jill's lips on his body wash over him.

“Oh fuck me, can I get some of that action?”

Jill quickly rolled off Chris and grabbed his towel to protect her modesty; not that she'd ever particularly cared before. Chris quickly sat up at the intrusion, smacking his head into the bottom of his locker door and falling straight back down. “Fuck! Joseph?!” he screamed, holding onto his forehead. That would be a nice bruise later.

“Hey man, word of advice. If you want to make out, and by all means please do,” Joseph smiled, wiggling his eyebrows at Jill, “don't do it in the unlocked locker room hey?”

Jill edged over and grabbed her shirt, quickly putting it back on. “I'll keep that in mind thanks Frost,” she glared at him as she walked out. She turned to look at Chris as she did. “Besides, I think I still have some paperwork left to do.” She gave Joseph one last glare and closed the door behind her.

Chris sighed and stood up. “Not a word.”

Joseph held his hands up and did the zipping motion with his mouth. His eyes were smiling though. “You might want to get some cream for that cut there,” he motioned to his own forehead where Chris was bleeding. Chris pressed a hand to it and frowned. “Yeah. Right. Thanks.” He picked up his shirt from the floor and left the room as well, giving Joseph a dirty look as he did so.

“Was it something I said?

Chris stalked past the officers in the main foyer, an angry frown on his face. He pressed his forehead again and still came away with blood.

“Hey Jill went that way...” one officer pointed in the direction he was already walking. Chris glared at him with his cold, angry stare. “Shut up.” The officer's eyes widened but he said nothing more.

Chris stalked through the offices, heading towards his own. Stupid bloody Frost. He always had such perfect timing. He ignored the random 'hellos' and people calling his name as he walked by. He eventually reached the S.T.A.R.S. office door, although not before putting the fear of god into a few of his fellow officers along the way.

The door was shut. Jill was probably already inside. He took a deep breath and opened it.

Jill was sitting down at her desk, running a hand through her hair. She looked up at Chris and for a moment he thought he saw embarrassment in her eyes. Or was it something else? No matter. He closed the door behind him and locked it.

He quickly closed the distance between the two of them, grabbing the front of Jill's shirt and forcefully pulling her up, pressing his lips to her own. She complied without resistance. Her shirt was off again within moments, discarded on her desk. His soon joined it.

Chris picked Jill up and moved towards Wesker's desk, clearing it off with a sweep of his hand. Paper and pencils went flying everywhere. Jill let out a laugh. Wesker was going to have someone's head for that. Chris was soon on top of her, and all thoughts of Wesker were gone as he began kissing and licking her neck. His hands spread across her shoulders, caressing down her arms until their fingers entwined.

Chris moved down, kissing above Jill's breasts. That damn bra was in the way and would have to go. He let go of Jill's hands and lifted her up a bit, getting to the clip and unhooking it with little hassle. He smiled. Damn straight. The bra was discarded and the kissing continued.

Jill knocked off more ornaments from the desk as she moved back, trying to get more comfortable. She kicked off her boots and ran her nails down Chris' naked back, which was still slick with sweat from their game. He was quickly kicking off his own and was soon at her belt, roughly ripping it out.

“Whoa, watch it, you could take an eye out with that thing,” Jill smiled, her lips capturing Chris' again. He kissed her deeply, less furious than before but all the more passionate. Her hands went to his cheeks, pulling him in closer. He let himself get briefly lost in the feel of Jill's lips before breaking away again.

Jill looked up at him, his eyes smouldering. He leant down and kissed her collar bone before she felt her pants roughly getting ripped off, almost so fast she hadn't realised that Chris had done anything. He was back on top of her within moments, grinning as she lay prone under him. They shared another quick, rough kiss before Jill flipped him over, straddling his waist and sending more of Wesker's papers flying.

She sat and got to work on his belt, Chris watching her intently as she did so. She noticed and took her time, loosening it ever so slowly. She smiled as she felt his hands grab her own. The look said “hurry it up.”

She leant down and kissed him, removing the belt as she did so. She kissed the side of his mouth, moving down his neck and to his collar bone. She ran her hands ever so lightly down his chest and stomach, following with a trail of kisses. She could feel Chris' quick intakes of breath as she did so. She kissed just above his belt line and then ripped, the button flying off.. She pulled the pants off and discarded them nearby.

Chris suddenly sat up to greet her, wrapping his arms around her back and kissing her deeply. Jill slightly pulled away, teasing him. She bit lightly on his bottom lip. “What would you say if I told you no sex on the first date?” she smiled, an evil look in her eyes. Chris grabbed her hips and threw her down on the desk, pinning her hands above her head. She looked at him with mock surprise.

“I'd say you're a big tease,” he answered, stealing a quick kiss. “But then again, I say that anyway.”

Jill pretended to look offended, but her eyes were smiling. Chris began kissing her again, letting go of her hands. They quickly found their way into his hair, and then down his back. The pair rolled over, Jill on top of him again. They were perilously close to the edge of Wesker's desk, but neither noticed.

Jill straddled him, looking into his eyes. In one swift movement they become one. Chris lifted his hips to meet her, her back arching slightly. She placed her hands on his chest, steadying herself. Chris held onto her hips and they began moving as one, slowly at first, almost tentatively. Jill led the way and Chris let her, letting the sensation wash over him. He soon felt the urge to speed things up however, and before Jill knew it she was on her back, Chris kissing her furiously. She returned the favour, the pair getting more worked up by the moment.

The movements increased, both beginning to pant and sweat even more. It was no longer slow, sweet love, but crazy and rough, impassioned and furious, things from Wesker's desk crashing to the ground around them. It was a moment they'd both waited so long for, a moment they'd teased each other about for months and months but never acted upon. They didn't even notice as Wesker's desk finally cracked beneath the weight of them, tilting them closer towards the ground.

Jill rolled Chris over again, determined to 'finish on top', as it were. Their movements increased, more and more, faster and faster, until Jill finally felt Chris stiffen beneath her, his hands clenching against her hips as his back arched. She shortly followed, the world exploding and time seeming to freeze around her before she finally collapsed on top of his chest. Chris kissed the top of her head, his breathing rough and laboured.

Jill remained there a few moments more, regaining her breath. She finally looked up at Chris, resting her chin on his chest. “Wesker's not going to be pleased.”

Chris smiled and hugged her tighter.

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Wesker flicked the light on as he walked into the office. He dropped a report on the nearby desk and scratched his head, tired from a day dealing with idiots and morons. He sat down at his desk and sighed. Then frowned.

“What the hell happened to my desk?!”