Twisted Panties

Notes: Well, this was just some random craziness written just for the hell of it. Not much more to say than that really ;)
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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Nighttime. The R.P.D. Home of some of the most incompetent and drunk police officers this side of Hillbilly County. One might call them canon fodder. They preferred the term 'intellectually impaired'. Although any who tried to throw that label on a certain Chris Redfield usually found themselves precariously hanging from a third floor window by their ankles. They'd quickly stopped trying.

Chris stuck his head in the darkened S.T.A.R.S. office, quickly scanning for bodies. No one was there. He frowned and closed the door. Where the hell was she? He'd spent the better part of the last fifteen minutes searching for her yet she still eluded his grasp. She was cunning, that one. But he would find her, she could never hide for long. He knew his way around this place like the back of his hand.

He walked over to the nearby window and glanced out into the darkened yard. The sun had gone down a while ago, and most of the drunken idiots had gone home for the night. Presumably to get even drunker.

The yard was empty. A cold breeze blew, making the silent night seem somehow eerily beautiful. Chris lit up a cigarette and stopped to think for a moment. He'd already searched the library; she wasn't in there. Nor the evidence room or even the dark room, which was his personal favourite. The main foyer was mostly empty except for the secretary (probably the only non-drunk in the place), and she wasn't in the Chief's Office either.

Right. Well she was around here somewhere, of that he was sure. She would be found.

Chris pulled his jacket in tighter from the breeze and slightly jogged away, one thing on his mind. He was not to be deterred. He ran downstairs and entered the evidence room again, startled at the sight of the person in front of him.

"What are you doing Ryman?"

Officer Kevin Ryman quickly looked up and dropped the bunch of files he had been holding. "Nothing! Nothing illegal, that's for sure!" he smiled that grin that often sent women weak at the knees. Sadly for him, Chris wasn't quite as charmed by it. "Anyway, what are you doing?" Ryman asked, throwing the question back at him with a narrowing of his eyes.

Chris walked over and grabbed him by the scuff of the shirt, slamming him into the evidence lockers. "Don't fuck with me Ryman, I'm not in the mood."

"Okay, okay, geez!" Ryman held his hands up in the defensive gesture, pressing his shirt down as Chris let go of him. "Don't get your panties all in a knot, fuck man."

But Chris was already walking out the door, the situation forgotten as he continued his search. "I don't know what the hell she sees in you man! Anger issues! Deal with them!" Ryman yelled out after him, disappearing from sight as Chris turned around to glare at him.

The main foyer was now empty, the secretary apparently gone home for the night. She'd probably gotten sick of listening to Ryman's crap. He couldn't blame her. The nearby fountain continued to trickle, filling the empty hall with noise. How disconcerting.

And then he spied it.

The locker room.

Chris strode over and flung the door open, the handle smashing into the wall and leaving a nice indentation. He looked up and down but couldn't see anything for the rows and rows of lockers. He closed the door behind him and quietly locked it. No interruptions by that drunk outside.

He began walking down the rows, checking each for her. She had to be here, he could feel it in his bones. She never eluded him for long. He stopped. There was noise down the end. Lockers banging.

He smiled. Bingo.

Chris stalked down the rest of the rows silently, finally hitting upon his jackpot after far too long searching. Jill Valentine. Currently sitting with her back towards him, unlacing a shoe. How beautiful she looked, just sitting there in her own world. Looking so innocent... But he knew better. If someone tried to put the wrong move on her, they wouldn't be breathing for very long. Damn, that turned him on.

He quickly jumped over the bench and grabbed Jill by the hips, spinning her around and claiming her lips before she even realised he was there. Her protest was instantly muffled as she was slammed into her own locker, her eyes opening wide. Her hand went to the back of her head, where she was sure there'd be a nice bruise later.

"Chris!" she chastised, breaking off the kiss and slapping him across the shoulder. He just smiled at her, that boyish grin that made him look far more innocent than he really was. His hands worked down her hips to her backside and he squeezed, quickly stealing another kiss.

"Stop your bitching," he mumbled, kissing his way across Jill's jaw and down her neck. He wasn't much in the mood for talking tonight, not after how long Jill had managed to evade him for. He'd always been able to find her after work with little effort, tonight's chase had just worked him up even more.

Jill however was soon kissing him back, running her hands through his hair and over the back of his neck. He ran his hands up under her top, roughly caressing her breasts as his tongue went to work on her collar bone. Within moments his jacket and shirt were ripped off and casually thrown aside, Jill's hands roaming freely over his well toned back.

Chris madly fumbled at Jill's belt, quickly unhooking it and ripping her pants open. He went back to her lips, kissing her deeply, passionately, furiously. She grabbed the sides of his face, pulling him closer, feeling his stubble brush against her skin. She softly moaned, Chris' hands running back up her sides and to her breasts before moving up to her neck.

"What took you so long?" Jill whispered, smiling against his lips. He slowly opened his eyes, desire burning away in them. He slowly, slowly ran his hands down Jill's back and to her hips, not breaking contact with her eyes the entire time. She continued smiling at him, amused, their faces only centimetres apart.

Chris ran his hands along the hem of Jill's pants for a moment, briefly caressing her hips, pulling her close. He maintained the eye contact, almost daring Jill to look away. She didn't. Instead, she leant forward slightly and kissed him, slowly, smiling again when he didn't respond. His hands continued caressing above her hipbone.

"What took you so long?" he finally replied, grabbing the hem of Jill's pants and yanking them down in one graceful move. His lips captured hers again and the passion quickly intesified, Jill grabbing at his pants and roughly pulling them down as well.

Chris' ran a hand up under her shirt, gliding over her stomach as he pushed Jill back into the lockers again, just as roughly as before. He kissed her hungrily, hands swooping back to her hips to lift her up. Supporting her weight he roughly entered her, eliciting a gasp as she slowly settled on him, wrapping her legs around his backside. She laced her fingers around his neck as he took control, slamming them both loudly into the lockers as he kissed her again.

Their bodies rose and fell, rapidly meeting with furious speed and desire as the rest of the world melted away behind them. Chris held onto Jill's backside, guiding her, supporting her as they rocked against the lockers, oblivious of the racket they were causing. It didn't matter, nothing else did of course. Nothing but that growing sensation, the rapidly rising climax as they continued grinding into each other, rising and falling, parting and meeting.

Jill's breathing began to hitch, catching in her throat. She grabbed around Chris' neck tighter, clenching her eyes shut as he continued thrusting against her. He soon closed his eyes, that familiar sensation growing as he realised he was beginning to near climax. He increased their speed, briefly kissing Jill's shoulder as the feeling began to grow, slowly, steadily, just waiting at the edge. It was maddening.

The feeling continued to spread, blanking out everything else, everything but the feeling of their bodies pressed against each other, sweat gliding over their skin. Chris wasn't sure he'd hold out much longer; he wasn't after slow and sweet after all, far from it.

He felt Jill clench around him and was gone, letting the waves wash over him as sweat slowly dripped down his brow. The pair remained locked together, pressed against the lockers, sweaty and breathing roughly. Chris slowly dragged his cheek back against Jill's own, softly kissing her on the lips. Her breathing continued to shudder, rising and falling roughly as she rested her forehead against his. He smiled, eventually stepping back and letting Jill back on her own two feet.

"Same time next week then?" she breathlessly smiled, reaching down for her pants. Chris gave a small laugh. "See you tomorrow."

"Oh get a room you two!"

Jill turned to the door and smiled at the muffled voice that came through. She raised an eyebrow at Chris. He held a finger up and leant down to pull up his pants before striding towards the door.

"I'm gonna kill that fucking drunk!"