Lady's Choice (working title).

This is my first fic, so please tell me if it's shit. Also, please review it; it would help me a lot. The story isn't complete yet, this is only the first chapter, so there's no sex as yet, just a bunch of tension and character development. The smut will come later, I promise. I'm writing this in response to the criminal lack of F/F Resident Evil porn, and even more so F/F Resi porn with anything beyond the fucking. I'll be adding more as I have time to write it.

Sitting at her desk, still comatose before the morning coffee kicked in, Jill Valentine fired up her computer. Form filling, as was all too usual. When she'd joined STARS she had been expecting more exciting work - daring raids, stakeouts, gunfights. Not secretary work. It was a quiet time in Raccoon City, not much crime. A strange murder case recently, apparently cannibalistic, but there had not been any progress on that one.

Thus, she was bored. She began to work as if on autopilot. She recalled Captain Wesker saying a new recruit was starting today, and it seemed that he had decided it would he her job to show the new officer the ropes, on the basis that she too was, well, a she. Jill felt kind of awkward about this. Unlike some of the other agents, she did not come from a police or military background. Quite the contrary, she was more used to being on the other side of the law, and sometimes very conscious that she lacked the formal weapons training of ex-military personnel, or the ability to negotiate the maze of red tape that was police work. Chances are, this new girl would be moving up from the ordinary police force, or fresh out of the army. Either way, Jill felt a certain sense of inferiority, possibly misplaced, and a vague sense of doubt in her own abilities. It would be humiliating to have a rookie prove themselves handier with a gun or something than she was, and she had been here a fair few months already.

As he walked past, with an easy strut like a lord surveying his land, Wesker dropped a file on her desk without a word. Picking it up, Jill saw that it was the details of the new recruit, Rebecca Chambers. As the passport photo attached to it caught her eye, Jill felt a fluttering in her stomach. The new girl was...beautiful. Maybe not conventionally so, the eighteen year old had a kind of fresh-faced, wholesome look about her that spoke more of girl next door than Gucci model. This was what Jill liked in women, though - a look that mixed ordinariness and good looks, the pretty waitress rather than the movie star she might become.

Jill still was not exactly comfortable with her bisexuality. While she was accepting of the fact that she was attracted to women as well as men, actually meeting girls was more of an issue. How did you tell a woman was interested? And did you show your interest in a different way from with men? And what happened once you were actually together...how did the relationship dynamics work? She had no interest in exploring whatever gay scene the city had to offer, and had just come out of a bad relationship with her last boyfriend, so at the moment she was just content to let any desires to experiment wait. Besides, this Rebecca was sure to be straight, anyway. A recently qualified medic, with glowing references from her tutors, she would probably fit in well in STARS, since they currently lacked anyone with her specialisation.

Putting the file and her thoughts to one side, Jill set to work once more. The morning dragged, the sun oozing across the syrupy sky at a snail's pace. Chris Redfield headed out with some regular police officers, to question a possible witness in some drugs case or other they were working on. He stopped to say bye to Jill on his way out; they had become fairly good friends over the past few months, although they did not interact much outside of work. Jill wondered if he was interested in her. There had not been any indication of it thus far, but he was a nice guy and they got on well, so...maybe in a few months, when she had got the last one out of her hair.

After a quick lunch she headed out to the entrance to meet Rebecca. The police buildings were bizarrely designed, so it took her a fair amount of time to meander her way there - this was why she could not trust the newbie to find her way to the STARS office unaccompanied. The medic was shorter than she had expected, with a slightly pear-shaped, yet slim and petite, figure. Jill couldn't help but notice the swell of her small breasts through a clingy t-shirt. They shook hands, very professional.

"Hi, I'm Jill Valentine. Captain Wesker asked me to come meet you, and show you around. Rebecca Chambers, yes?"

Rebecca's hand was cool, but not clammy. She smelt faintly of soap, and wore little make-up. With her naturally pretty features, she did not really need it.

"Yeah I'm Rebecca, nice to meet you."

Her mischievous eyes crinkled slightly as she smiled at Jill, and took in the older woman's appearance. Average height, mid-brown hair cut in a short bob. Fairly plain looking, maybe, but with a pretty enough face...and a hot body. A classic hourglass figure, full, pert breasts and soft rounded hips, but with a slender waist and toned muscle all over, suggesting a body honed by workouts and a tough job. Jill was not the only one who felt an attraction to women.

Jill led the new recruit down a corridor, heading back to the office. Rebecca watched her curvaceous arse move as the taller girl walked along. Her new job would certainly be interesting, above and beyond the actual work...