Fire Within
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Category:
+M through R › Resident Evil
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
6,470
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Resident Evil, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Fire Within
Notes: Dedicated to Donna! Hot sex just for you.
Disclaimers: Yadda yadda yadda, I wish I owned them.
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Jill Valentine looked up into Chris Redfield's eyes. She could almost feel the tension smouldering away between them, a desire burning in his eyes that she couldn't resist... didn't want to resist. His face was stony, expressionless, but his eyes did all the talking for him. His hands were sitting on her hips, their faces mere inches apart. Cool blue eyes locked onto darker blue, neither wavering from their glance.
Jill leaned forward slowly, her gaze never faltering, and softly pressed her lips to his. He continued to watch her, their eyes locked together. He kissed her back almost chastely, his gaze unwavering and unsettling. Such desire boiling just underneath the surface, yet he kissed like a nervous twelve year old boy.
Slightly confused, Jill frowned, moving back a little to examine his face. His hands remained on her hips, hers around his neck. She tilted her head slightly, searching his expressionless face. Raising an eyebrow, she opened her mouth to say something but was suddenly taken aback, Chris' lips roughly covering hers, his movements so swift she was almost knocked off balance. Chris' grip on her hips was iron, and he pulled her forcefully towards him, almost angrily.
Pushing her back roughly into the wall, his hands began exploring up underneath her shirt. Her beret was discarded, her hands running through Chris' hair and over the back of his neck. He kissed her with such passion and force she'd never seen before, a passion that was quickly fuelling her own. She grabbed his vest and pulled, popping the buttons off and pushing it off the back of his shoulders.
Their kiss was broken long enough for Chris to yank Jill's top off and throw it aside before he captured her lips again, hands running up her naked back and over her shoulders, moving down to cup her breasts. Jill took in a quick intake of breath, his fingers spreading out over her flesh before being replaced with his mouth. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, Chris' mouth and tongue covering her breasts with both soft and rough kisses.
His hand trailed down her naked stomach, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. Moving back up to capture Jill's lips once more, his hand slid down past her panties, one finger entering her wetness. She gasped against his mouth, and for the first time she saw him smile. A devious smile as he continued kissing her, working his finger slowly in and out as he watched her intently. Jill tried to hold his gaze but couldn't, her eyes closing involuntarily as his stroking increased.
His other hand fondled her breast, his rough skin setting afire a myriad of sensations in her body. “Oh Jesus, Chris...” she mumbled, her breath catching in her throat as the fire began to build down below.
Just as she felt like she couldn't take anymore, Chris pulled out, causing Jill to open her eyes, slightly confused. Removing his own shirt, Jill figured out what Chris was up to and quickly moved to his pants, undoing the belt herself and pulling them down. He was already hard and waiting, the pressure against his pants becoming far too painful.
Looking up into Chris' eyes, Jill slowly began to descend, placing soft kisses on his chest, his stomach, then on his hip. Slowly stroking his member, she ever so lightly licked the underside before taking the tip in her mouth, working up an infuriatingly slow rhythm. She couldn't help but smile as Chris let out a long, deep groan above her.
Licking and kissing around the tip, Jill used her hands to keep stroking along the length, building up slowly to the inevitable conclusion. Swirling her tounge around the edge as she moved up and down, Jill looked up to see Chris intently looking down at her. He pulled her up and roughly kissed her once more, before grabbing the side of her pants and pulling them down, allowing her to step out of them.
“Enough,” he almost growled, his hands moving to her backside and roughly grabbing it. She looked him in the eyes once more before he quickly entered her, causing her to let out a gasp of both surprise and pleasure.
Working up a rhythm, slowly at first, then faster, Jill moved her hips to match Chris', her face buried in his shoulder as he practically held her up. She ran her nails down his naked back, failing to notice the small amount of blood she'd drawn.
A deep moan escaped from Jill's lips, the fire in her stomach quickly building to a crescendo. Their sweaty bodies slid against each other, taut muscles against taut muscles, bare skin to bare skin. Her head against his shoulder, Jill could feel Chris' breath quickening, and the groan that was building in his throat.
Matching his movements harder and faster, the fire building within her reached boiling point before the world finally exploded before her eyes, a myriad of colours and sensations as her orgasm engulfed her. His pace only strengthening as Jill orgasmed against him, Chris continued pumping until he finally climaxed as well, collapsing the pair against the wall as both struggled to regain a grasp on the world. They stood there for a few moments, breathing heavily and panting against each other.
Her head still on his shoulder, Jill slowly looked up, her eyes catching Chris'. His face was sweaty, locks of hair stuck to the sides of his face. His eyes had returned to normal, the carnal desire that had been deeply rooted in them before dissipated, a more human look returning to his face. Breathing heavily, Jill smiled.
“Where did that come from?” she asked.
Chris let out a small laugh, still struggling to breath himself, his chest heaving. He tenderly brushed a lock of Jill's hair behind her ear, taking a few more moments to regain his breath.
“Come on, let's get out of here.”
Pulling his pants up, he walked over to gather Jill's shirt, handing it to her before grabbing his own. Dressing as they exited the room, Jill gave him another smile. “You didn't answer my question.”
Half smiling, Chris just raised an eyebrow and led the way out.
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Watching from his monitors in the office nearby, Wesker smiled. Chris he could forgive for not noticing, but Jill had been locked in that jail cell all night. She'd seen the camera mounted in the corner, the camera that had been watching her for hours. Maybe there was just a little more exhibitionist in that girl than she liked to publicly admit.
Next time they met, things would be most interesting indeed.
Disclaimers: Yadda yadda yadda, I wish I owned them.
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Jill Valentine looked up into Chris Redfield's eyes. She could almost feel the tension smouldering away between them, a desire burning in his eyes that she couldn't resist... didn't want to resist. His face was stony, expressionless, but his eyes did all the talking for him. His hands were sitting on her hips, their faces mere inches apart. Cool blue eyes locked onto darker blue, neither wavering from their glance.
Jill leaned forward slowly, her gaze never faltering, and softly pressed her lips to his. He continued to watch her, their eyes locked together. He kissed her back almost chastely, his gaze unwavering and unsettling. Such desire boiling just underneath the surface, yet he kissed like a nervous twelve year old boy.
Slightly confused, Jill frowned, moving back a little to examine his face. His hands remained on her hips, hers around his neck. She tilted her head slightly, searching his expressionless face. Raising an eyebrow, she opened her mouth to say something but was suddenly taken aback, Chris' lips roughly covering hers, his movements so swift she was almost knocked off balance. Chris' grip on her hips was iron, and he pulled her forcefully towards him, almost angrily.
Pushing her back roughly into the wall, his hands began exploring up underneath her shirt. Her beret was discarded, her hands running through Chris' hair and over the back of his neck. He kissed her with such passion and force she'd never seen before, a passion that was quickly fuelling her own. She grabbed his vest and pulled, popping the buttons off and pushing it off the back of his shoulders.
Their kiss was broken long enough for Chris to yank Jill's top off and throw it aside before he captured her lips again, hands running up her naked back and over her shoulders, moving down to cup her breasts. Jill took in a quick intake of breath, his fingers spreading out over her flesh before being replaced with his mouth. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, Chris' mouth and tongue covering her breasts with both soft and rough kisses.
His hand trailed down her naked stomach, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. Moving back up to capture Jill's lips once more, his hand slid down past her panties, one finger entering her wetness. She gasped against his mouth, and for the first time she saw him smile. A devious smile as he continued kissing her, working his finger slowly in and out as he watched her intently. Jill tried to hold his gaze but couldn't, her eyes closing involuntarily as his stroking increased.
His other hand fondled her breast, his rough skin setting afire a myriad of sensations in her body. “Oh Jesus, Chris...” she mumbled, her breath catching in her throat as the fire began to build down below.
Just as she felt like she couldn't take anymore, Chris pulled out, causing Jill to open her eyes, slightly confused. Removing his own shirt, Jill figured out what Chris was up to and quickly moved to his pants, undoing the belt herself and pulling them down. He was already hard and waiting, the pressure against his pants becoming far too painful.
Looking up into Chris' eyes, Jill slowly began to descend, placing soft kisses on his chest, his stomach, then on his hip. Slowly stroking his member, she ever so lightly licked the underside before taking the tip in her mouth, working up an infuriatingly slow rhythm. She couldn't help but smile as Chris let out a long, deep groan above her.
Licking and kissing around the tip, Jill used her hands to keep stroking along the length, building up slowly to the inevitable conclusion. Swirling her tounge around the edge as she moved up and down, Jill looked up to see Chris intently looking down at her. He pulled her up and roughly kissed her once more, before grabbing the side of her pants and pulling them down, allowing her to step out of them.
“Enough,” he almost growled, his hands moving to her backside and roughly grabbing it. She looked him in the eyes once more before he quickly entered her, causing her to let out a gasp of both surprise and pleasure.
Working up a rhythm, slowly at first, then faster, Jill moved her hips to match Chris', her face buried in his shoulder as he practically held her up. She ran her nails down his naked back, failing to notice the small amount of blood she'd drawn.
A deep moan escaped from Jill's lips, the fire in her stomach quickly building to a crescendo. Their sweaty bodies slid against each other, taut muscles against taut muscles, bare skin to bare skin. Her head against his shoulder, Jill could feel Chris' breath quickening, and the groan that was building in his throat.
Matching his movements harder and faster, the fire building within her reached boiling point before the world finally exploded before her eyes, a myriad of colours and sensations as her orgasm engulfed her. His pace only strengthening as Jill orgasmed against him, Chris continued pumping until he finally climaxed as well, collapsing the pair against the wall as both struggled to regain a grasp on the world. They stood there for a few moments, breathing heavily and panting against each other.
Her head still on his shoulder, Jill slowly looked up, her eyes catching Chris'. His face was sweaty, locks of hair stuck to the sides of his face. His eyes had returned to normal, the carnal desire that had been deeply rooted in them before dissipated, a more human look returning to his face. Breathing heavily, Jill smiled.
“Where did that come from?” she asked.
Chris let out a small laugh, still struggling to breath himself, his chest heaving. He tenderly brushed a lock of Jill's hair behind her ear, taking a few more moments to regain his breath.
“Come on, let's get out of here.”
Pulling his pants up, he walked over to gather Jill's shirt, handing it to her before grabbing his own. Dressing as they exited the room, Jill gave him another smile. “You didn't answer my question.”
Half smiling, Chris just raised an eyebrow and led the way out.
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Watching from his monitors in the office nearby, Wesker smiled. Chris he could forgive for not noticing, but Jill had been locked in that jail cell all night. She'd seen the camera mounted in the corner, the camera that had been watching her for hours. Maybe there was just a little more exhibitionist in that girl than she liked to publicly admit.
Next time they met, things would be most interesting indeed.