Fic: North to the Future (Jill/Claire, Resident Evil 2/3)

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Title: North to the Future
Author: Janine
Fandom: Resident Evil (movies)
Pairing: Jill Valentine/Claire Redfield
Rating:  R (sexual activity, language)
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters in the story.
Summary:  When Alice left, Jill headed north in search of her.  She found people that needed her and decided to stay.  Claire follows Alice's advice and heads north.  She finds Jill Valentine. 

Part I 

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PART II

Jill’s head was light and her body relaxed and languid in a way it hadn’t been in a very long time, when she raised herself from the cushions of Claire’s chair to stand on slightly unsteady legs.

She looked over at the lazily lounging redhead, a small smile touching her lips as Claire rolled her head to the side to regard her. The movement seemed to take way too much effort, and Jill’s small smile turned into a large one as Claire blinked up at her sleepily.

She was beautiful in repose.

Jill closed her eyes and breathed in deeply before giving her head a little shake. It had been a long time since she had found herself so captivated by another’s presence, but this wasn’t really the time to be having such thoughts. She’d just met Claire, they were both drunk, and just because her trauma had dissipated enough to be thinking about how the lighting in the room brought out the green of Claire’s eyes, it didn’t mean that the other woman was in a similar head space, or that if she was that Jill would be someone she’d be interested in.

It had been a nice evening, and it had been a very, very long time since she had had a nice evening, so she decided that she would preserve the memory and leave it at that.

“My bed is calling,” Jill sighed, her head turning to the side to look at the door to Claire’s room.

She had a busy day ahead of her and would need what rest she could salvage during what was left of the night if she was going to get it all done. As it was, she was sure she was going to be nursing an impressive hangover, and she certainly didn’t need to add sleep deprivation on top of that.

“Sleep tight,” the brunette continued a moment later, turning her attention back to Claire, who had managed to move into an upright position.

Jill’s eyes wanted to linger on Claire’s figure for a while longer, but she forced herself to look away. Delaying her exit wouldn’t make leaving any easier; it would just make the aching inside of her more acute.

“Tomorrow’s the last opportunity you’ll have to sleep in for a while.”

With that, Jill reluctantly turned her back on the redhead once more and started towards the door.

Claire was still for a moment, contemplatively watching the sway of Jill’s hips as she sauntered towards the door, and then she was on her feet stumbling towards the brunette as quickly as she could while remaining upright.

“Hey,” Claire said, reaching out for Jill, her fingers grazing the brunette’s wrist just before Jill reached the door.

Jill stopped, her gaze dropping to her wrist which Claire’s fingers were gently resting against, and then turned her head so that she was facing the redhead, a dark eyebrow lifting high on her forehead as she did.

“I,” Claire began, her words leaving her as Jill’s clear, blue eyes regarded curiously. “I was,” she started haltingly before faltering again as her brain failed to find words to express what she was thinking and feeling.

Claire sighed deeply.

“Oh, fuck it,” she muttered a moment later, and then she was swaying forward, her fingers tightening around Jill’s wrist as her lips pressed firmly against the other woman’s.

In her life before the world went to shit, she never would have been so forward. But she was drunk, she’d barely been able to keep her eyes from raking over Jill’s body all night, and it had been far too long since her lips had touched anyone else’s. She didn’t care if it made things awkward or made her seem desperate, because she was. She really wanted to touch Jill, and to be touched in return, and the only way that was going to happen was if she made her desires known.

Claire brushed her lips against Jill’s plump bottom one, and moved her hands to the brunette waist. Propriety could kiss her ass. She was going to try her damnedst to get laid.

Jill’s eyes fluttered closed at the press of Claire’s lips. A soft moan escaped her mouth as Claire’s tongue played against her lips, and her free hand lifted to cup the redhead’s jaw, holding her steady as Jill kissed her back. Claire tasted heavenly and she didn’t want to let her go.

Fuck sleep, Jill thought as her lips parted and Claire’s tongue slipped into her mouth. Fuck sensibility. She’d been entertaining fantasies about something along these lines happening since her second drink. After finishing off the bottle she was already going to be messy in the morning, so being a little messier wouldn’t hurt. Besides, Dobson had been telling her she needed to get laid for months, and she figured that at least once in her life she should listen to her doctor. Especially, Jill thought, when following her advice felt so good.

“Are you sure?” Jill asked somewhat breathlessly, when Claire’s lips pulled away from hers.

She was almost scared to hear Claire’s answer, but she had to ask.

“This is the only decision I’ve made in five years that I’m completely sure about,” Claire replied, holding Jill’s eyes.

Claire was shaking slightly, Jill could feel the movement through their joined hands, but she didn’t say anything about it. She understood the other woman’s reaction. The kiss had left her a little unsteady as well. She knew that it was lonely on the road and even lonelier if you were the leader. It had been a long time since she’d met someone she wanted to be with, and even longer since she’d actually considered giving in. She was a little nervous too.

“Oh thank God,” Jill murmured, a small smile touching her lips as her thumb stroked Claire’s cheek lightly.

Claire smiled back, and then Jill leaned forward and brought their lips together once more.

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Claire shivered as Jill’s naked body settled against her. When she’d first lain down, she’d been almost overwhelmed by the heavenly feeling of fresh, sweet smelling linen against her skin, but the silky press of Jill’s body against her was beyond heavenly.

On all of those cold, lonely desert nights, she had forced herself not to think about how nice it would be to feel another person’s body pressed against her. Even when she managed to find a few brief moments alone to herself, and her hand would drift to steamy spot between her legs, she never let herself fantasize – not after the first few times she found release with a sweet image in her mind, only to open her eyes and find herself in a dingy washroom stall with nothing but her own rapidly cooling, sticky fingers for company.

She forced herself not to think about a lot of things that used to comfort and sustain her while they were on the road, because she knew that longing for them would not keep them from being denied her. Cigarettes had been the one indulgence she’d allowed herself on a consistent basis on the road, and she was certain she only allowed that because she needed something, and because they weren’t something she had cared at all about in her previous life.

Slim, work roughened fingers slid up her thigh and Claire gasped, her eyes squeezing shut as Jill’s hand followed a path up her body to her breast. Jill’s lips pressed softly against the column of her throat, kissing a line up it until the brunette’s lips found her own, and Claire mewled softly at the touch.

Pink, swollen lips parted as Claire breathed in roughly, and when Jill’s lips pressed against hers once again, swallowing her breath, Claire tasted salt and knew that she was crying.

Warm fingers covered her breast, massaging it gently, almost reverently as Jill’s thumb brushed against the turgid peak of her nipple.

Claire knew that the other woman could taste her tears, but Jill said nothing and Claire was grateful for it. She wasn’t usually one to cry during sex, but even in her state of excitement she was aware that what they were doing together then wasn’t just sex. Jill’s hands and lips were bringing her pleasure, but they were also breathing new life into her, creating a glorious bounty of feeling that had been absent in her for so long. In Jill’s arms, resting on clean sheets, surround by the brunette’s warmth and sweet scent, Claire felt something that had been become more and more elusive for her as the years wore on. As Alice had given her hope that she had everyone she had come to love might not die starved, starving, or torn to pieces in the desert, Jill now gave her hope that there was more to live than just caring on. Jill now reminded her of the beauty if life. That brought tears to Claire’s eyes, that filled her with a joy and ecstasy that she couldn’t keep contained.

Strong fingers dipped into the wet heat between Claire’s legs as Jill’s teeth scrapped against the soft, sweaty flesh of the redhead’s jaw, a deep groan escaping from Jill’s throat at the feel of Claire’s arousal.

Claire’s hips lifted into her hand, and Jill pressed her thumb to the slick, hard nub between Claire’s legs, drinking in redhead’s pleased cry as a dying man would water.

It felt so good to touch.

Slowly, Jill pressed a single finger inside of Claire. She didn’t have to be so careful, Claire was wet and it wasn’t the redhead’s first time, but Jill wanted to savor the sensation of being inside of the other woman. She wanted to feel Claire’s wetness, wetness that she had inspired. She wanted to feel Claire’s velvety soft walls pulling at her finger, drawing her in. She wanted to build Claire up, slow and sweet before finally allowing her to crash into ecstasy. She wanted Claire to need her as much as she needed the redhead.

Blunted nails dug into the pale flesh of Jill’s upper arm as Claire clutched at her, and Jill began to move inside of the redhead, sawing her finger in and out as her lips trailed over Claire’s neck once more, moving down over her collarbone and the plump swell of her breast until her lips closed around the hard, pink tip of a nipple.

Claire tipped her head back as the moist warmth of Jill’s mouth engulfed her. She strained into the pillow beneath her, heels digging into the mattress under her, and cried out when Jill eased another finger inside of her. One of her hands gripped Jill’s arm tightly, while the other alternately scratched and balled up the spread beneath her. Tears leaked from the corner of her eyes, her stomach muscles clenched and her body twisted, her hips rising as her body burned.

She felt her climax approaching and tried to calm her breathing. It was too soon. She wanted it to last longer. She wasn’t a seventeen year old in a cheap hotel room on Prom Night. She should have been able to last longer. But, with Jill’s mouth at her breast, and her strong fingers moving between her legs, Claire stood no chance of holding back the flood and her pleasure continued to rise.

“Jill.”

Claire didn’t know that she was going to speak, but there was no denying that the softly panted name had fallen from her lips. A moment after she spoke, her nipple fell from between Jill’s lips and seconds later Jill’s beautiful face swam before Claire. Jill gazed down at the redhead, lips swollen and slightly parted, watching Claire raptly as they strained into each other.

Claire reached out for Jill, her lips parting to emit a small choked sound as her eyes widened and her inner-walls clenched.

Jill dipped her head down and captured Claire’s lips. Jill’s thumb found Claire’s clit again as they kissed, and pressed against the slippery button, rubbing it firmly as her fingers curved inside of Claire.

Claire tipped her head back, ripping her lips away from Jill’s and her hips drove up, burying Jill’s fingers deep inside of her as she came with her lips parted in a silent cry of bliss.

To be continued ...

 

Comments

[madndizzee.livejournal.com]

that was lovely. two strong, lonely women coming together and finding strength and comfort in one another. can't wait for the next part.