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Jill leans her head back and closes her eyes, trying to gather the courage to finish her paperwork.
I could always leave it until tomorrow, but then Wesker would have my head. If I wait though, I can go home and get some proper sleep. Dilemmas.
“Hey, you alright, Jill?” the familiar voice of Chris Redfield asks.
She opens her eyes and he’s right next to her. “Yeah, I’m just tired from our latest mission and I still have paperwork to finish,” Jill answers.
“Why don’t you leave it until tomorrow?”
“Because Wesker will have my head if he asks for it tomorrow and I’m not done with it.”
“Well, maybe try coming in a little early. You know Wesker’s always late.”
“Yeah, I know. I just don’t want this to be the one time that he decided to come in early or on time, you know?”
Chris takes Jill’s hand and pulls her into a standing position. “Come on, you can finish it tomorrow. If Wesker does come in on time, then you can tell him that you had to drive me home.”
“Do I have to drive you home?”
“Technically, I could walk.”
Jill grabs her keys and puts everything away in her desk. “Come on. I’ll take you home and then head on my way.”
They chat as they head out to her car and once they’re both in, Chris turns the radio on. The two jam out to divorced dad music while trying to get through the surprisingly busy streets back to Chris’ place. The drive takes twenty minutes longer than it should have due to the traffic and Jill is pissed.
“Do you just wanna stay with me tonight?” Chris asks. “I don’t think that going back into that traffic is really good for your blood pressure.”
Jill takes a deep breath, so she doesn’t snap at Chris. “Sure.”
They head up to Chris’ apartment and when he opens the door, she sees the wreck that is his living room.
“I would have cleaned if I knew you were coming in,” Chris says.
“That would make the most sense,” Jill replies. “Do you want help doing that?”
“If you don’t mind…”
Jill starts picking things up while Chris starts putting things away. They make quick work of cleaning the living room and settle down on the couch.
“Do you have food, Redfield?”
“Ummm… yes. I can make you something if you didn’t eat at the office.”
“I did not.”
Chris gets up and walks into the kitchen. “What do you want?”
“Do you have chips?”
“Yes, but you cannot just eat chips,” Chris says.
“Well, I guess I’ll go with whatever’s the quickest to make,” Jill replies.
He comes back in with a bowl of pasta.
“Oooo, spoiling me.”
Chris laughs, “Definitely.”
“When are these leftovers from?”
“Day before yesterday?” Chris answers. “Yesterday we were on that mission so yeah, day before.”
“Not bad. I have had the same half of a pizza in my fridge since Friday.”
“You should probably throw that out considering it’s Thursday.”
“Don’t tell me what to do.”
“Okay.”
Jill eats while Chris flips through the TV channels, looking for anything good to watch. He’s still channel surfing once she’s done eating, so she goes and rinses up her dish.
“I could have done that!” Chris calls out.
“Yeah, but you’re still on a quest for the right show,” Jill says as she walks back in.
“Eh, there’s nothing good on.” He turns off the TV. “You can stay in my room. I just washed my bedding, so it’s all set up for you.”
“Are you sure? I can stay here on the couch.”
“Yeah, I’m sure. I’ve slept on this couch plenty of times and it’s comfortable enough.”
“Okay.” She gets up, “Goodnight, Chris.”
“ ‘Night, Jill.”
She goes into the room and it’s spotless, which is strange considering the state of his living room. She climbs into bed and settles down, trying to sleep. Now that she’s not in the office doing work, sleep feels a million miles away. Their last mission, which resulted in the death of several families, comes out of the dark to haunt her thoughts. She’s just about to resign herself to just being tired in the morning when Chris stumbles in.
She sits up, “Are you alright?”
“I… I wanted to make sure you were alright,” Chris answers.
“Why?” Jill asks.
“I uh… In my dream… Nevermind.”
She pats the bed beside her, “Come on, tough guy.”
He climbs onto the bed and sits beside her. She leans her head against his shoulder.
“I’m alright.”
“Mmhmm,” Chris hums.
“Are you alright?” Jill asks.
“Considering everything, I’m as okay as I can be,” Chris answers. “I should probably go though. I’m probably keeping you from sleeping. Sorry.”
She grabs his hand, “You can stay if you’d like. I wasn’t sleeping due to everything that happened yesterday.”
Chris wraps an arm around her, giving her right shoulder a gentle squeeze. “Nothing that happened was your fault, Jill.”
“I know… I just can’t help but think about those families and how I could have saved them. How we could have saved them.”
“I know, those thoughts always run through my head too. The fact is, what’s done is done. We just have to keep ourselves in the present and make sure that we save as many lives as we can in the process.”
Jill nods, feeling her eyes start to droop. She leans further against Chris and closes her eyes.
“You should lay down. I’ll go.”
She opens her eyes, “No.”
Chris blinks, clearly confused.
“You’re staying.”
“You don’t mind that?”
“Nope.”
The two lie down next to each other and stay in silence for about ten seconds.
“Are you sure…?”
Jill snuggles up to Chris, which shuts him right up. He wraps an arm around her and before she knows it, the two are cuddling.
This feels right. Like we should have started doing this a long time ago.
With the warmth and presence of Chris, Jill falls asleep quickly.
Chris wakes up and the first thing that hits him is the smell of Jill’s shampoo. He blinks his eyes open and he smiles upon seeing Jill still snuggled up to him. He puts his face against the top of her head, just breathing her in.
There’s no way we can keep this up, so for today, I’ll enjoy it.
Jill stirs, so Chris pulls his head back. Her eyes are partially open and she has this sleepy smile on her face.
“Good morning,” she mumbles before putting her head against his chest.
Chris laughs, which makes her move her head to glare at him.
“Sorry,” he says. “I just thought you were getting up for a second.”
“What time is it?” Jill asks.
Chris moves his arm so he can look at his watch, “Almost seven a.m.”
“Then I am not getting up. I have until eight to sleep.”
She grabs his arm and puts it back across her waist, then puts her head back down against his chest. He leans his head against hers. He dozes off again and wakes up to his alarm letting him know that it’s eight. He whacks the clock and it falls off the nightstand. Jill picks her head up and looks at the alarm clock on the floor.
“Sorry,” Chris says. “That was my bad.”
She laughs, which makes him smile.
“May I kiss you?” Jill asks.
“What?” Chris replies.
“You heard me. May I kiss you?”
Chris completely forgets the English language, so he just nods. She leans forward and the two kiss. It only takes a couple of seconds before it turns passionate. One of their phones starts ringing, interrupting them. Jill sighs, then rolls over to the bedside table. She picks up her phone and answers it. Chris sits up, totally sure that it’s a work emergency that they need to come in for.
“What do you want, Brad?”
Chris starts laughing. Jill smiles, but she swats at him to stop.
“That is not a good reason to call me,” Jill says.
Chris laughs harder, unable to contain himself. Jill grabs him by the collar and pulls him towards her, then kisses him. They stay like that for almost two minutes, both out of breath when Jill pulls away to answer Brad.
“We’ll be there.” She closes her phone.
“What is it?” Chris asks.
“A mission got called in,” Jill answers. “All hands on deck, but he hasn’t been able to get a hold of Wesker yet. Can we continue where we left off when we get back?”
Chris nods, “You’re not… worried about people finding out?”
“People already think that we’re screwing in the bathroom, I don’t think that they’ll notice a difference unless we make it really obvious. So, rain check?”
“Yeah, rain check,” Chris agrees.
The two kiss for a moment before Jill gets up.
“You get ready quickly so we can swing by my place and get my clothes. I am not wearing your shirt to work.”
“Not like I wanted you to keep it on anyway,” Chris says.
“Woah there. Don’t make us late for work. Wesker will kill us,” Jill replies.
Chris sighs.
“See you in a minute, tough guy.”
Jill walks out of the room and shuts the door, so Chris changes into a uniform. Once he’s done, he walks out of the room. Jill takes his arm and then they head out to his car.