Resident Evil Series Fan Fiction ❯ Penda Gota ❯ Round 2 ( Chapter 2 )
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By: Mel Meiko Mei Ling 
Things get a little steamy
Non Anime: Resident Evil Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 03.22.2009 | Updated On: 03.22.2009 | Pages: 7 | Words: 5.2K | Visits: 308 | Status: Work In Progress
Things get a little steamy
Non Anime: Resident Evil Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 03.22.2009 | Updated On: 03.22.2009 | Pages: 7 | Words: 5.2K | Visits: 308 | Status: Work In Progress
A/N: This chapter incredibly done by Lord of Ki/Darside360!
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Chapter 2
After procuring drinks from a nearby grocery store, Chris and Sheva preceded back to the parking lot, side by side, the awkwardness of the situation that had happened just minutes previous now being slowly replaced by the old amity that had saw them through many a dangerous situation.
Chris took a long swig of the canned energy drink he’d gotten from the store; the zesty, cherry flavored fluid perfectly doing its job, filling him with a sudden rejuvenating burst.
“You shouldn’t drink too many of those you know.” Sheva commented, taking small sips from the bottled water she’d purchased, choosing a more natural method for reinvigorating her body, “They’re good for a pretty decent burst, but the crashes aren’t really worth it.”
Chris shrugged and gulped down more of his drink. “Haven’t had any bad experiences so far. But really, what’s the worst that could happen?”
“Well I’ve heard drinking too much can make certain things…weaker over time…”
This gave Chris a slight pause.
Certain things?
He looked at Sheva with a curious expression.
“What are ‘certain things’?” he asked hesitantly, taking another sip.
Sheva smiled inwardly, catching on to what Chris may have been most concerned about, and gave him a grave look.
“Things you may find important…” she said, momentarily glancing downward at his pants.
She got the hilarious end result she had wanted from her words when Chris suddenly let out a sputtering cough, choking on the fluid he’d already had in his mouth and spit it out onto the pavement.
Sheva couldn’t remember the last time she’d laughed so hard; doubled over and having to hold her knees to keep herself up.
Men! They always showed such panic when they thought something might be making their ‘equipment’ a little faulty.
When she and Chris had both managed to recover from their completely opposite involuntary outbursts, the older man was now giving her a none too pleased expression.
“Very funny…” he muttered, “Now if only if you could punch as hard as you joke.”
Sheva ignored the barb, and chuckled. “I’m sorry Chris. Just looking out for you like always.”
Chris smiled. “Yeah, thanks. But I think you were better at it when monsters were trying to rip my throat out.”
Chuckling, Sheva landed a playful slap on his hardened abs; her hand lingered there for a moment, stealing a quick grope just to see how rock solid his body really was, and she rather quickly found herself very… impressed by just how firm he turned out to be.
She quickly withdrew her hand, hoping that he couldn’t see the fire that burned in her cheeks, and her mouth curved into a playful smirk.
“Which I have yet to get real ‘thank you’ for by the way.” she said, jokily chiding him.
Chris shook his head, knowing she was only teasing him, but that didn’t change the fact she was sort of right.
After they’d done in Wesker, they had only managed to stay together for an incredibly short debriefing for HQ before they both had to return to their respective branches of BSAA for yet another debriefing.
He thought back on their parting…
“I’ll see you soon.” was what he had said, they were just getting ready to head their separate ways; their horrific mission finally over.
And he remembered the look she’d given him then. Remembered the obvious sadness because their time together was at an end, but more then anything, he remembered the hope glimmering in her eyes.
She had offered him her hand. “You promise?”
Chris had smiled at her then, grasped her hand, put it down and gently pulled her into a hug.
He remembered her soft gasp of surprise and the feathery feeling of her tight, small frame plastered against his body. He remembered her hesitate, but then, slowly, she returned the hug, wrapping her arms around his waist.
There was no need for formal protocol anymore.
They were partners.
They were friends.
“I promise.”
Chris was suddenly snapped out of his idyllic reminiscing when Sheva tapped his shoulder. “Did you hear me?” she asked, giving him a questioning stare.
Chris shook his head with an embarrassed smile, “Sorry, I spaced out for a minute there. What?”
Sheva chuckled as she said, “I asked you, ‘How is Jill’?”
The question slightly surprised Chris, he didn’t know why, but for some reason it had caught him off guard, and he fumbled with his answer.
“S-She’s fine. A little shaken up from everything still, but she’s coping. Why’d you ask?”
Sheva shrugged. “I was just wondering if she was okay. I can’t imagine how awful she must still feel about what that bastard Wesker made her do…”
“Wesker…”
The very mention of that son of a bitch’s name made Chris clinch his teeth. Whatever Hell really was, he hoped by the grace of God Wesker was experiencing every agonizing bit of it.
“Don’t worry about it.” he said simply, “Trust me when I say she’s a strong woman.”
Sheva suddenly became quiet as they continued the rest of their walk to the secluded parking lot, and again Chris wondered if he’d maybe said just a bit too much or not enough.
They entered the parking lot and Chris placed his drink down on the ground. He again pulled off his shirt, once more allowing the sun’s shimmering rays to flow over his body. And again he felt a pair of light brown eyes intently observe him from behind, but he couldn’t say he minded much at all. Particularly because it wasn’t at all like he hadn’t taken the liberty to stare at her nice ass every now and again when he got the chance, so he could hardly find fault with her returning the favor with her ogling of his own body.
Well at least you’ve still got it Mr. Redfield. The gals apparently don’t quite think you’re an old man just yet.
He smiled at the thought, though he also cringed slightly.
Christ, it felt so odd being thirty-five.
It would be an understatement to say that he was surprised he’d lasted this long. His and Sheva’s was a very dangerous field, and their little African safari proved just how insanely hazardous the situations they faced could become.
Tossing his memories of Kijuju aside, Chris refocused on the here and now.
Confidently, he flexed his muscles and began to slowly approach Sheva, who now stood a few yards away from him, her mouth curved into a confident smirk; looking not the least bit intimidated and he definitely didn’t expect nor want her to be.
She’d said it from the beginning, she wasn’t as big as him, but she could indeed hold her own. And Sheva had most definitely backed that up, even more then he could’ve possibly imagined.
“Alright then,” he said, his pace becoming more brisk as he drew closer and closer to his smaller companion, and he continuously pumped his fist into his hands, “Ready for round two partner?”
She smiled at him, and dipped into a ready stance; knees slightly bent, hands and arms up and ready for defense.
“Are you?”
Chris chuckled; her brimming self-confidence always had been one of her best attributes. “You tell me. ” he replied.
His walk suddenly exploded into a full on charge, closing the distance between them in seconds as he raised his fist for a strike to her nimble body.
Sheva moved immediately. Gracefully, she flipped her body end over end in a no-handed cartwheel that saw her easily avoid Chris’s blow.
Quickly Chris turned to face his swift opponent, only to catch a stiff kick to his face that sent him stumbling backwards. Taking advantage of the opening she’d caused, Sheva ran up to him and for one guilty moment Chris thought, and hoped, she was going to pull that same maneuver from before and give him another visit in between her silky thighs.
Instead however, all he got was yet another taste of her knee-high boots when Sheva somersaulted backwards, flinging her left foot directly into his chin as she flipped and knocked Chris right on to his ass.
Well that’s what you get for wishing…
Ignoring the aching embarrassment for allowing his less chivalrous thoughts to get the better of him, Chris quickly rose back to his feet.
He looked to Sheva and she shook her head, “I told you those energy drinks aren’t good for you.” she gently chided with a knowing chuckle.
Chris scoffed, “You make it sound like were finished already.”
Sheva shrugged. “I-don’t-know,” she said in a sing-song tone, “If you keep moving like this, we might be soon.”
It was Chris’s turn to smirk. “Well then I guess I’ll just have to step it up now won’t I?”
He charged again, and Sheva instantly got back into her stance.
Chris knew he wouldn’t win by charging her like a mad ox fresh from having its balls removed. Sheva was simply too quick and smart an opponent for such thoughtless tactics.
But if he could corner her, maybe back her into one of the walls of the surrounding buildings.
Yeah.
He just might be able to do it.
Sheva dodged Chris’ next incoming punch with about as much ease as the first. But before she could immediately counter like before, quite suddenly there was another punch, then another, and another, and before Sheva knew it, she was caught in a flurry of thunderous strikes. She really, really, had to work herself hard in order to not be struck by her friend’s hammering. And more then once he would manage to tag her arm, or shoulder as he forced her back with his onslaught. Still she endured however, expertly dodging the attacks with every ounce of speed and agility she could muster.
Sheva couldn’t help but smile.
Guess I was wrong about the energy drink.
She ducked under a powerful hook, but immediately had to back-roll away from a vicious knee Chris shot her way that would have surely knocked the wind out of her.
It was time to change tactics.
Rising back to her feet Sheva began rocking her body from side to side, both feet approximately shoulder-width apart, moving one foot backwards and then back to the base, slowly finding a silent, invisible rhythm within herself.
Chris raised an eyebrow at this peculiar change of pace.
“What in the world?” he said.
Sheva smiled, momentarily pausing in her seemingly meaningless dancing.
“Come and find out.” she beckoned confidently, and resumed her dance-like movements.
Chris smirked and advanced toward her.
He would quickly regret that.
For Sheva reacted instantly.
She leapt sideways into the air, twisting her body round and around before planting a sharp kick against Chris’s chest, sending him stumbling back a few feet.
Like a cat she gracefully landed back on her feet, her body right away going back into her swaying movements while Chris gave her a very funny “What the hell!?” look.
Sheva smiled, “What’s the matter Chris? Unfamiliar with Capoeira?”
Scoffing, Chris charged for her again.
Sheva turned her body sideways as she leapt, completely dodging Chris’s next blow and returning the favor with a quick elbow to the man’s pulsing pectorals, all before her feet had even landed back on the ground.
This continued on for several more minutes, with Sheva fully unleashing her impressive agility with well timed flips and cartwheels, continuously evading Chris’ strikes, while landing precise kicks to his body and shins, slowly trying to wear him down.
Unfortunately for her however, Capoeira has one major weakness that can be exploited if one is large and quick enough.
In the middle of one of her acrobatic flips, turning her body end over end, Chris suddenly charged forward. And caught her.
Well this certainly wasn’t part of the plan!
Squirming in Chris powerful grip, Sheva tried to get free, but Chris simply hauled her onto his shoulder as though she weighed less than nothing.
Whether by accident or otherwise one of Chris’s hands managed to slide over her rear and she shivered, her struggles briefly pausing.
Apparently not realizing his action, Chris chuckled. “Don’t tell me you’ve given up already!?”
Before Sheva could make a quick retort, she had to speedily right herself in mid-air once again when Chris simply flung her like a rag-doll and she just barely managed to land on her knees.
When she rose back up, Chris was still coming, but he was no longer charging.
A confident smirk had for some reason made its way onto his face.
“Why are you smiling?” she inquired, “That was quite an impressive showing, but you still haven’t managed really hit me yet.”
Chris’s smirk grew bigger. “I think you’ll find yet was the key word in that sentence.”
“Oh really?” Sheva said, backing up as she prepared for another attack.
But the sudden roughness of warm brick against her back sent a sharp wave of confusion and shock up Sheva’s spine.
What?
She looked behind her.
The façade of the abandoned building was an as welcoming sight as the slaughtered antelope she and Chris had seen when first exploring Kijuju.
She looked back to Chris who was a mere few feet away. Instantly she realized what his intentions were with that maddened barrage of fists and she cursed herself for allowing him to back her into a corner.
Chris spread his arms out, slightly bending his knees as he stalked toward her and Sheva vaguely recalled the Ndipaya villagers they’d both encountered, who would similarly slowly advance upon them as though they were unwary victims; eyes maddened with bloodlust and rage.
A shiver went up her spine just from thinking of the horror Irving had created for the people who had lived near the Ndipaya village.
Quickly snapping out of it, Sheva desperately thought on her next move.
With Chris so close, there was very little she could do except wait for Chris’s own move and pray he provided her an opening.
Chris suddenly charged.
Oh well, it doesn’t hurt to hope.
She managed to just barely dodge the fist punch, a huge straight that would’ve knocked her silly, or out, whichever came first. She tried to counter with a knee to Chris’s stomach which would hopefully provide enough time for her to slip past him while he was winded. But with no room to properly lift her leg, she was sure he barely even felt her meek attempt at retaliation.
There was only one option left.
Sheva lifted her hand and swung.
Her fist collided with Chris’s face.
Her fellow BSAA agent took the blow without even so much as a grunt, and she instantly knew that she might have had better luck trying to hit a concrete wall.
At least it wouldn’t hit back.
She readied herself for a big retaliatory blow, but the only injury that came, was to her ego.
Chris seemed to look at her seriously for a moment, but then she noticed he was biting his bottom lip, trying greatly to hold back a laugh.
Her cheeks flushed, and she tried not to meet his eyes. “What’s so funny?”
Chris stepped back away from her, chuckling.
“Please Sheva, tell me that was not seriously the best you could do. Please.”
She could feel her flush deepen and she knew he must’ve seen it because he chuckled again.
“Y-You had me cornered,” Sheva quickly explained, “I had to do something!”
“I understand that.” he replied considerately, “I’m talking about the punch itself.”
“Oh…”
“Yeah, ‘oh’.” he jokingly mimicked, “Come here.”
He signaled for her to follow him and they both returned to the center of the parking lot.
Chris turned to her. “Get into stance.”
Sheva gave him a quizzical look. “What for? I thought this would be another break.”
He chuckled, “Aww what’s wrong Sheva? Starting to get a little tired?”
“For your information, I’ve been a little tired!” she laughed.
“Well don’t worry, this should be pretty easy, I finally got a chance to read your file, so I know you’re a fast learner.” Chris said.
Sighing, but her curiosity having been gained, Sheva did as he asked and got into fighting stance.
Chris nodded, “Alright then, time for Boxing 101.” he proclaimed proudly.
“Boxing!?” Sheva exclaimed, “Why on earth would I need to learn how to box?”
“Well for one,” Chris began, “it would be good to know not only how to kick someone’s head off, which you do quite well by the way, but to be able to knock it off as well when they get in close with a good old fashioned straight.” he answered, demonstrating with a hard punch to the air.
Sheva nodded, seeing his point. She would admit she did rely only on her kicks far too often, however the preference had been engraved into her more so due to cultural values then it had been a personal decision.. It was a strong West African belief that the hands, in their purest form, were meant for creation. The feet alternatively, were judged to almost always be used for destruction; the basis of this ideal being the fact that the simple act of walking in a long stretch of grass killed untold amounts of organisms.
However, she was sure her ancestors would forgive her just this once. Her continued existence was probably a much higher priority then the means at which she did so.
“Alright Chris,” she said, “What do you have to teach me?”
“Not much,” he replied, shrugging, “it’s really simple actually.”
He puffed his chest out all of a sudden, and Sheva tried not to stare at his body yet again, but God was it difficult. She found herself constantly amazed that a man in his mid-thirties could be in such excellent physical condition.
And he’s certainly not bad to look at either…
“Give me your best shot.” he instructed, breaking her train of thought as he tapped his steely abs.
Sheva gave him a disbelieving expression.
“You’ve got to be kidding. I’d actually rather keep my hand in working condition thank you very much.”
Chris smiled, “Guess I’ll take that as a compliment. But seriously, come on, lay one on me.”
Ignoring the other possible way she could have taken his words, Sheva nodded.
She took a few deep breaths, trying to determine how much force she would have to put in her strike so Chris would at least feel it, before she suddenly darted forward.
Throwing her arm back and crying out with effort, she roughly jerked her fist forward into Chris abdomen.
She was surprised that her blow slightly fazed him, actually forcing Chris to take a few steps back, but Sheva couldn’t truly feel victorious for her accomplishment because of the sudden stinging pain that shot through her shoulder as she threw her punch.
Wincing, she stepped back from Chris, rubbing her shoulder and gave him a perturbed look.
“How was that? Or would you prefer it if I ripped my whole arm off next time instead?”
Grinning cheekily, Chris shook his head. “Come on you know I don’t want that, besides I can see what the problem is already. You aren’t turning your hip into the punch.”
She tilted her head. “What? Not turning my hip?”
Chris nodded. “Let me show you.”
He approached her, and came to stand behind her and before she could say a thing, he placed his hands smoothly onto her hips.
A maddening wave of heat spread across her face, she opened her mouth but found her throat suddenly dry; too surprised to form any words.
“Pull your left foot back some, and bring you right foot forward.” Chris said, not noticing her embarrassment.
Sheva could only nod at first though she was quick to reprimand herself for becoming so enthralled.
Come on get yourself together! He’s only helping you!
“O-Okay…” she complied, pulling her left foot back, while bringing her other foot forward.
“Alright now, put up your hands.”
Sheva nodded, and brought her hands up, balling them into fists.
“Now, bring back your strong hand.”
“Okay.” She said, and as she did so, Chris slowly pulled her hips back in the same direction as her fist.
“Now punch.”
She punched, and almost yelped when Chris suddenly turned her hips forward with her strike.
She looked back at him. “Just what the–”
“That, would be the proper way to throw a punch Ms. Alomar.” Chris interrupted her, chuckling, “Couldn’t you tell the difference?”
She could actually. The blow had been more powerful then anything she usually threw, and seemed much easier on her shoulders then her usually stiff punches.
He pulled her hips back again.
“Punch.”
She did, and he once again turned her hips into the attack.
This continued for several minutes, and Sheva was becoming more and more used to the routine.
However, she began to notice that with each punch, Chris was slowly beginning to loosen his grip on her hips, allowing her to on her own turn her body into the attacks.
She couldn’t explain it, but she just didn’t want him to let her go.
Something about the two of them here, like this, helping each other once again, learning from one another, it touched something deep within, something she didn’t want to lose so soon.
She subtly moved backwards into Chris’ hands each time she felt him beginning to let go.
He didn’t seem to notice and they simply continued on.
Quite suddenly, however, Chris let her hips go altogether and when she attempted to move back, she did so too far, walking back directly into his solid body.
She gasped lightly, and she heard him make a sound of surprise as well.
Sheva was suddenly lost in that moment; the slick wetness of his bare body mixing with her own, and the feel of such pure firmness against her.
She found herself leaning into him, feeling comforted by the strength that the man behind her just naturally seemed to exhume, not just from his muscles, but the strong heart held within him.
“Uh… S-Sheva…” Chris murmured, breaking her out of her trance, “Are you okay?”
Sheva nodded, “Yes, I guess I was just a little more tired then I thought…”
He chuckled, though it sounded a bit forced. “Okay, guess we’ll have that break now.”
“Yeah,” Sheva agreed, turning around to face him, “I guess so.”
They stared at each for a moment, light brown meeting foggy blue, a message trying to be sent from both, but neither being able to decipher it at that time.
Chris then smiled at her, nodded, and went back over to where he had left his drink.
Leaving Sheva to contemplate a powerful feeling inside her.
One which she didn’t quite know how to handle.
The afternoon sun hung high in the sky, and the creeping ocher edge of dusk was slowly beginning to let its presence be known.
Taking the last few sips from his energy drink, Chris crushed the can and tossed it into a nearby dumpster.
He sighed as he rolled his neck, waiting for that satisfying pop of bone which he soon got. Sighing again, Chris stood up from the ground and looked over to Sheva who was sitting a few yards away, still taking sips from her water bottle which was halfway empty.
Though he was sure she was trying her best not to, she looked quite thoughtful, as though she were deeply considering something.
He twice tried to open his mouth to say… something, anything, as long as it relieved the unease that had been built between them, but the words refused to come out.
Christ, just what the hell was happening between the two of them?
He would admit there had always been… something… but it had never been anything quite like this.
“Chris.” Sheva called.
He looked at her, glad someone finally had something to say. “Yeah?”
She seemed ready to reconsider for a moment, looking as though she didn’t want ask him what she wanted to ask when she knew she truly did.
“I know this may not be my place to ask, but if I do, do you promise to answer me truthfully?”
Chris grinned. “I can’t really think of anything that I wouldn’t want to tell you, so yeah, I promise.”
She suddenly looked a bit hopeful and nodded.
“Okay then…” she said, “How close were you and Jill?”
Chris’ gut tightened up so hard he almost made a sound, and he had no idea why.
No idea why he feared she would ask that question.
What the hell is wrong with me!? Answer her! It’s a simple question!
Despite his inner turmoil, Chris let out a forced chuckle. “Sheva, you’ve already asked me this before. I told you, we were partners.”
“I know…” Sheva said softly, “But... it seems like there was… is something more between you two.”
It quickly dawned on him just where Sheva was going with this and he widened his eyes in realization.
“Wait a minute… are you asking me if Jill and I–”
“Do you love her?” Sheva asked him.
Chris very much so wanted out of this conversation, but he had made a promise, and he wouldn’t go back on his word.
He searched for his answer.
Did he love Jill…?
“Chris?” Sheva asked, revealing the anticipation she truly held for his answer.
Chris nodded, finally finding his answer, “Do I love Jill Valentine? Yes Sheva, I do..”
“I see…” Sheva whispered, looking away from him, and he instantly felt the disappointed and sorrowful weight behind those words tug at his own heart.
Chris walked over to Sheva and knelt down.
He lifted her head up with his finger and when she finally looked back at him, he smiled gently.
“She is my best friend Sheva… we went though hell together. How could I not?”
There was that hope in her eyes again, that precious little glimmer from months before, but this time he fully recognized it for what it was, and suddenly he felt like his heart was going break through his ribcage it was beating so fast.
“And what does that make me?” Sheva asked him as she started to move forward, staring deeply into his eyes for the answer he knew she was praying on hearing.
He gave it to her.
“Someone I’m in love with…” he whispered, inching his face closer to hers.
Their lips met.
And a great weight was suddenly ripped away from Chris’ shoulders as the sweet taste of her filled his mouth. He realized this was what he had wanted. Realized this was what she wanted.
Realized, this is what they needed.
This, along with something else, and very soon.
The kiss came to an end, and they both rested their heads against each other’s.
“What do you say to one last spar before we can maybe… take this somewhere else…?” Chris asked.
Sheva giggled. “Sure.”
She suddenly pushed him down, his bare back forced against the ground.
Before Chris could do a thing, she quickly straddled him, and the second he felt the weight of her against the lower half of his body, he let out a hoarse groan, his budding hardness throbbing against his pants, and Sheva’s slowly wetting, carnal center.
Sheva gasped as she felt him grow, and slowly began moving her hips in slow blissful motions, egging on the growth.
“I think I won.”
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Total hotness, right?
To be continued!!
Thanx Ki!
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Chapter 2
After procuring drinks from a nearby grocery store, Chris and Sheva preceded back to the parking lot, side by side, the awkwardness of the situation that had happened just minutes previous now being slowly replaced by the old amity that had saw them through many a dangerous situation.
Chris took a long swig of the canned energy drink he’d gotten from the store; the zesty, cherry flavored fluid perfectly doing its job, filling him with a sudden rejuvenating burst.
“You shouldn’t drink too many of those you know.” Sheva commented, taking small sips from the bottled water she’d purchased, choosing a more natural method for reinvigorating her body, “They’re good for a pretty decent burst, but the crashes aren’t really worth it.”
Chris shrugged and gulped down more of his drink. “Haven’t had any bad experiences so far. But really, what’s the worst that could happen?”
“Well I’ve heard drinking too much can make certain things…weaker over time…”
This gave Chris a slight pause.
Certain things?
He looked at Sheva with a curious expression.
“What are ‘certain things’?” he asked hesitantly, taking another sip.
Sheva smiled inwardly, catching on to what Chris may have been most concerned about, and gave him a grave look.
“Things you may find important…” she said, momentarily glancing downward at his pants.
She got the hilarious end result she had wanted from her words when Chris suddenly let out a sputtering cough, choking on the fluid he’d already had in his mouth and spit it out onto the pavement.
Sheva couldn’t remember the last time she’d laughed so hard; doubled over and having to hold her knees to keep herself up.
Men! They always showed such panic when they thought something might be making their ‘equipment’ a little faulty.
When she and Chris had both managed to recover from their completely opposite involuntary outbursts, the older man was now giving her a none too pleased expression.
“Very funny…” he muttered, “Now if only if you could punch as hard as you joke.”
Sheva ignored the barb, and chuckled. “I’m sorry Chris. Just looking out for you like always.”
Chris smiled. “Yeah, thanks. But I think you were better at it when monsters were trying to rip my throat out.”
Chuckling, Sheva landed a playful slap on his hardened abs; her hand lingered there for a moment, stealing a quick grope just to see how rock solid his body really was, and she rather quickly found herself very… impressed by just how firm he turned out to be.
She quickly withdrew her hand, hoping that he couldn’t see the fire that burned in her cheeks, and her mouth curved into a playful smirk.
“Which I have yet to get real ‘thank you’ for by the way.” she said, jokily chiding him.
Chris shook his head, knowing she was only teasing him, but that didn’t change the fact she was sort of right.
After they’d done in Wesker, they had only managed to stay together for an incredibly short debriefing for HQ before they both had to return to their respective branches of BSAA for yet another debriefing.
He thought back on their parting…
“I’ll see you soon.” was what he had said, they were just getting ready to head their separate ways; their horrific mission finally over.
And he remembered the look she’d given him then. Remembered the obvious sadness because their time together was at an end, but more then anything, he remembered the hope glimmering in her eyes.
She had offered him her hand. “You promise?”
Chris had smiled at her then, grasped her hand, put it down and gently pulled her into a hug.
He remembered her soft gasp of surprise and the feathery feeling of her tight, small frame plastered against his body. He remembered her hesitate, but then, slowly, she returned the hug, wrapping her arms around his waist.
There was no need for formal protocol anymore.
They were partners.
They were friends.
“I promise.”
Chris was suddenly snapped out of his idyllic reminiscing when Sheva tapped his shoulder. “Did you hear me?” she asked, giving him a questioning stare.
Chris shook his head with an embarrassed smile, “Sorry, I spaced out for a minute there. What?”
Sheva chuckled as she said, “I asked you, ‘How is Jill’?”
The question slightly surprised Chris, he didn’t know why, but for some reason it had caught him off guard, and he fumbled with his answer.
“S-She’s fine. A little shaken up from everything still, but she’s coping. Why’d you ask?”
Sheva shrugged. “I was just wondering if she was okay. I can’t imagine how awful she must still feel about what that bastard Wesker made her do…”
“Wesker…”
The very mention of that son of a bitch’s name made Chris clinch his teeth. Whatever Hell really was, he hoped by the grace of God Wesker was experiencing every agonizing bit of it.
“Don’t worry about it.” he said simply, “Trust me when I say she’s a strong woman.”
Sheva suddenly became quiet as they continued the rest of their walk to the secluded parking lot, and again Chris wondered if he’d maybe said just a bit too much or not enough.
They entered the parking lot and Chris placed his drink down on the ground. He again pulled off his shirt, once more allowing the sun’s shimmering rays to flow over his body. And again he felt a pair of light brown eyes intently observe him from behind, but he couldn’t say he minded much at all. Particularly because it wasn’t at all like he hadn’t taken the liberty to stare at her nice ass every now and again when he got the chance, so he could hardly find fault with her returning the favor with her ogling of his own body.
Well at least you’ve still got it Mr. Redfield. The gals apparently don’t quite think you’re an old man just yet.
He smiled at the thought, though he also cringed slightly.
Christ, it felt so odd being thirty-five.
It would be an understatement to say that he was surprised he’d lasted this long. His and Sheva’s was a very dangerous field, and their little African safari proved just how insanely hazardous the situations they faced could become.
Tossing his memories of Kijuju aside, Chris refocused on the here and now.
Confidently, he flexed his muscles and began to slowly approach Sheva, who now stood a few yards away from him, her mouth curved into a confident smirk; looking not the least bit intimidated and he definitely didn’t expect nor want her to be.
She’d said it from the beginning, she wasn’t as big as him, but she could indeed hold her own. And Sheva had most definitely backed that up, even more then he could’ve possibly imagined.
“Alright then,” he said, his pace becoming more brisk as he drew closer and closer to his smaller companion, and he continuously pumped his fist into his hands, “Ready for round two partner?”
She smiled at him, and dipped into a ready stance; knees slightly bent, hands and arms up and ready for defense.
“Are you?”
Chris chuckled; her brimming self-confidence always had been one of her best attributes. “You tell me. ” he replied.
His walk suddenly exploded into a full on charge, closing the distance between them in seconds as he raised his fist for a strike to her nimble body.
Sheva moved immediately. Gracefully, she flipped her body end over end in a no-handed cartwheel that saw her easily avoid Chris’s blow.
Quickly Chris turned to face his swift opponent, only to catch a stiff kick to his face that sent him stumbling backwards. Taking advantage of the opening she’d caused, Sheva ran up to him and for one guilty moment Chris thought, and hoped, she was going to pull that same maneuver from before and give him another visit in between her silky thighs.
Instead however, all he got was yet another taste of her knee-high boots when Sheva somersaulted backwards, flinging her left foot directly into his chin as she flipped and knocked Chris right on to his ass.
Well that’s what you get for wishing…
Ignoring the aching embarrassment for allowing his less chivalrous thoughts to get the better of him, Chris quickly rose back to his feet.
He looked to Sheva and she shook her head, “I told you those energy drinks aren’t good for you.” she gently chided with a knowing chuckle.
Chris scoffed, “You make it sound like were finished already.”
Sheva shrugged. “I-don’t-know,” she said in a sing-song tone, “If you keep moving like this, we might be soon.”
It was Chris’s turn to smirk. “Well then I guess I’ll just have to step it up now won’t I?”
He charged again, and Sheva instantly got back into her stance.
Chris knew he wouldn’t win by charging her like a mad ox fresh from having its balls removed. Sheva was simply too quick and smart an opponent for such thoughtless tactics.
But if he could corner her, maybe back her into one of the walls of the surrounding buildings.
Yeah.
He just might be able to do it.
Sheva dodged Chris’ next incoming punch with about as much ease as the first. But before she could immediately counter like before, quite suddenly there was another punch, then another, and another, and before Sheva knew it, she was caught in a flurry of thunderous strikes. She really, really, had to work herself hard in order to not be struck by her friend’s hammering. And more then once he would manage to tag her arm, or shoulder as he forced her back with his onslaught. Still she endured however, expertly dodging the attacks with every ounce of speed and agility she could muster.
Sheva couldn’t help but smile.
Guess I was wrong about the energy drink.
She ducked under a powerful hook, but immediately had to back-roll away from a vicious knee Chris shot her way that would have surely knocked the wind out of her.
It was time to change tactics.
Rising back to her feet Sheva began rocking her body from side to side, both feet approximately shoulder-width apart, moving one foot backwards and then back to the base, slowly finding a silent, invisible rhythm within herself.
Chris raised an eyebrow at this peculiar change of pace.
“What in the world?” he said.
Sheva smiled, momentarily pausing in her seemingly meaningless dancing.
“Come and find out.” she beckoned confidently, and resumed her dance-like movements.
Chris smirked and advanced toward her.
He would quickly regret that.
For Sheva reacted instantly.
She leapt sideways into the air, twisting her body round and around before planting a sharp kick against Chris’s chest, sending him stumbling back a few feet.
Like a cat she gracefully landed back on her feet, her body right away going back into her swaying movements while Chris gave her a very funny “What the hell!?” look.
Sheva smiled, “What’s the matter Chris? Unfamiliar with Capoeira?”
Scoffing, Chris charged for her again.
Sheva turned her body sideways as she leapt, completely dodging Chris’s next blow and returning the favor with a quick elbow to the man’s pulsing pectorals, all before her feet had even landed back on the ground.
This continued on for several more minutes, with Sheva fully unleashing her impressive agility with well timed flips and cartwheels, continuously evading Chris’ strikes, while landing precise kicks to his body and shins, slowly trying to wear him down.
Unfortunately for her however, Capoeira has one major weakness that can be exploited if one is large and quick enough.
In the middle of one of her acrobatic flips, turning her body end over end, Chris suddenly charged forward. And caught her.
Well this certainly wasn’t part of the plan!
Squirming in Chris powerful grip, Sheva tried to get free, but Chris simply hauled her onto his shoulder as though she weighed less than nothing.
Whether by accident or otherwise one of Chris’s hands managed to slide over her rear and she shivered, her struggles briefly pausing.
Apparently not realizing his action, Chris chuckled. “Don’t tell me you’ve given up already!?”
Before Sheva could make a quick retort, she had to speedily right herself in mid-air once again when Chris simply flung her like a rag-doll and she just barely managed to land on her knees.
When she rose back up, Chris was still coming, but he was no longer charging.
A confident smirk had for some reason made its way onto his face.
“Why are you smiling?” she inquired, “That was quite an impressive showing, but you still haven’t managed really hit me yet.”
Chris’s smirk grew bigger. “I think you’ll find yet was the key word in that sentence.”
“Oh really?” Sheva said, backing up as she prepared for another attack.
But the sudden roughness of warm brick against her back sent a sharp wave of confusion and shock up Sheva’s spine.
What?
She looked behind her.
The façade of the abandoned building was an as welcoming sight as the slaughtered antelope she and Chris had seen when first exploring Kijuju.
She looked back to Chris who was a mere few feet away. Instantly she realized what his intentions were with that maddened barrage of fists and she cursed herself for allowing him to back her into a corner.
Chris spread his arms out, slightly bending his knees as he stalked toward her and Sheva vaguely recalled the Ndipaya villagers they’d both encountered, who would similarly slowly advance upon them as though they were unwary victims; eyes maddened with bloodlust and rage.
A shiver went up her spine just from thinking of the horror Irving had created for the people who had lived near the Ndipaya village.
Quickly snapping out of it, Sheva desperately thought on her next move.
With Chris so close, there was very little she could do except wait for Chris’s own move and pray he provided her an opening.
Chris suddenly charged.
Oh well, it doesn’t hurt to hope.
She managed to just barely dodge the fist punch, a huge straight that would’ve knocked her silly, or out, whichever came first. She tried to counter with a knee to Chris’s stomach which would hopefully provide enough time for her to slip past him while he was winded. But with no room to properly lift her leg, she was sure he barely even felt her meek attempt at retaliation.
There was only one option left.
Sheva lifted her hand and swung.
Her fist collided with Chris’s face.
Her fellow BSAA agent took the blow without even so much as a grunt, and she instantly knew that she might have had better luck trying to hit a concrete wall.
At least it wouldn’t hit back.
She readied herself for a big retaliatory blow, but the only injury that came, was to her ego.
Chris seemed to look at her seriously for a moment, but then she noticed he was biting his bottom lip, trying greatly to hold back a laugh.
Her cheeks flushed, and she tried not to meet his eyes. “What’s so funny?”
Chris stepped back away from her, chuckling.
“Please Sheva, tell me that was not seriously the best you could do. Please.”
She could feel her flush deepen and she knew he must’ve seen it because he chuckled again.
“Y-You had me cornered,” Sheva quickly explained, “I had to do something!”
“I understand that.” he replied considerately, “I’m talking about the punch itself.”
“Oh…”
“Yeah, ‘oh’.” he jokingly mimicked, “Come here.”
He signaled for her to follow him and they both returned to the center of the parking lot.
Chris turned to her. “Get into stance.”
Sheva gave him a quizzical look. “What for? I thought this would be another break.”
He chuckled, “Aww what’s wrong Sheva? Starting to get a little tired?”
“For your information, I’ve been a little tired!” she laughed.
“Well don’t worry, this should be pretty easy, I finally got a chance to read your file, so I know you’re a fast learner.” Chris said.
Sighing, but her curiosity having been gained, Sheva did as he asked and got into fighting stance.
Chris nodded, “Alright then, time for Boxing 101.” he proclaimed proudly.
“Boxing!?” Sheva exclaimed, “Why on earth would I need to learn how to box?”
“Well for one,” Chris began, “it would be good to know not only how to kick someone’s head off, which you do quite well by the way, but to be able to knock it off as well when they get in close with a good old fashioned straight.” he answered, demonstrating with a hard punch to the air.
Sheva nodded, seeing his point. She would admit she did rely only on her kicks far too often, however the preference had been engraved into her more so due to cultural values then it had been a personal decision.. It was a strong West African belief that the hands, in their purest form, were meant for creation. The feet alternatively, were judged to almost always be used for destruction; the basis of this ideal being the fact that the simple act of walking in a long stretch of grass killed untold amounts of organisms.
However, she was sure her ancestors would forgive her just this once. Her continued existence was probably a much higher priority then the means at which she did so.
“Alright Chris,” she said, “What do you have to teach me?”
“Not much,” he replied, shrugging, “it’s really simple actually.”
He puffed his chest out all of a sudden, and Sheva tried not to stare at his body yet again, but God was it difficult. She found herself constantly amazed that a man in his mid-thirties could be in such excellent physical condition.
And he’s certainly not bad to look at either…
“Give me your best shot.” he instructed, breaking her train of thought as he tapped his steely abs.
Sheva gave him a disbelieving expression.
“You’ve got to be kidding. I’d actually rather keep my hand in working condition thank you very much.”
Chris smiled, “Guess I’ll take that as a compliment. But seriously, come on, lay one on me.”
Ignoring the other possible way she could have taken his words, Sheva nodded.
She took a few deep breaths, trying to determine how much force she would have to put in her strike so Chris would at least feel it, before she suddenly darted forward.
Throwing her arm back and crying out with effort, she roughly jerked her fist forward into Chris abdomen.
She was surprised that her blow slightly fazed him, actually forcing Chris to take a few steps back, but Sheva couldn’t truly feel victorious for her accomplishment because of the sudden stinging pain that shot through her shoulder as she threw her punch.
Wincing, she stepped back from Chris, rubbing her shoulder and gave him a perturbed look.
“How was that? Or would you prefer it if I ripped my whole arm off next time instead?”
Grinning cheekily, Chris shook his head. “Come on you know I don’t want that, besides I can see what the problem is already. You aren’t turning your hip into the punch.”
She tilted her head. “What? Not turning my hip?”
Chris nodded. “Let me show you.”
He approached her, and came to stand behind her and before she could say a thing, he placed his hands smoothly onto her hips.
A maddening wave of heat spread across her face, she opened her mouth but found her throat suddenly dry; too surprised to form any words.
“Pull your left foot back some, and bring you right foot forward.” Chris said, not noticing her embarrassment.
Sheva could only nod at first though she was quick to reprimand herself for becoming so enthralled.
Come on get yourself together! He’s only helping you!
“O-Okay…” she complied, pulling her left foot back, while bringing her other foot forward.
“Alright now, put up your hands.”
Sheva nodded, and brought her hands up, balling them into fists.
“Now, bring back your strong hand.”
“Okay.” She said, and as she did so, Chris slowly pulled her hips back in the same direction as her fist.
“Now punch.”
She punched, and almost yelped when Chris suddenly turned her hips forward with her strike.
She looked back at him. “Just what the–”
“That, would be the proper way to throw a punch Ms. Alomar.” Chris interrupted her, chuckling, “Couldn’t you tell the difference?”
She could actually. The blow had been more powerful then anything she usually threw, and seemed much easier on her shoulders then her usually stiff punches.
He pulled her hips back again.
“Punch.”
She did, and he once again turned her hips into the attack.
This continued for several minutes, and Sheva was becoming more and more used to the routine.
However, she began to notice that with each punch, Chris was slowly beginning to loosen his grip on her hips, allowing her to on her own turn her body into the attacks.
She couldn’t explain it, but she just didn’t want him to let her go.
Something about the two of them here, like this, helping each other once again, learning from one another, it touched something deep within, something she didn’t want to lose so soon.
She subtly moved backwards into Chris’ hands each time she felt him beginning to let go.
He didn’t seem to notice and they simply continued on.
Quite suddenly, however, Chris let her hips go altogether and when she attempted to move back, she did so too far, walking back directly into his solid body.
She gasped lightly, and she heard him make a sound of surprise as well.
Sheva was suddenly lost in that moment; the slick wetness of his bare body mixing with her own, and the feel of such pure firmness against her.
She found herself leaning into him, feeling comforted by the strength that the man behind her just naturally seemed to exhume, not just from his muscles, but the strong heart held within him.
“Uh… S-Sheva…” Chris murmured, breaking her out of her trance, “Are you okay?”
Sheva nodded, “Yes, I guess I was just a little more tired then I thought…”
He chuckled, though it sounded a bit forced. “Okay, guess we’ll have that break now.”
“Yeah,” Sheva agreed, turning around to face him, “I guess so.”
They stared at each for a moment, light brown meeting foggy blue, a message trying to be sent from both, but neither being able to decipher it at that time.
Chris then smiled at her, nodded, and went back over to where he had left his drink.
Leaving Sheva to contemplate a powerful feeling inside her.
One which she didn’t quite know how to handle.
The afternoon sun hung high in the sky, and the creeping ocher edge of dusk was slowly beginning to let its presence be known.
Taking the last few sips from his energy drink, Chris crushed the can and tossed it into a nearby dumpster.
He sighed as he rolled his neck, waiting for that satisfying pop of bone which he soon got. Sighing again, Chris stood up from the ground and looked over to Sheva who was sitting a few yards away, still taking sips from her water bottle which was halfway empty.
Though he was sure she was trying her best not to, she looked quite thoughtful, as though she were deeply considering something.
He twice tried to open his mouth to say… something, anything, as long as it relieved the unease that had been built between them, but the words refused to come out.
Christ, just what the hell was happening between the two of them?
He would admit there had always been… something… but it had never been anything quite like this.
“Chris.” Sheva called.
He looked at her, glad someone finally had something to say. “Yeah?”
She seemed ready to reconsider for a moment, looking as though she didn’t want ask him what she wanted to ask when she knew she truly did.
“I know this may not be my place to ask, but if I do, do you promise to answer me truthfully?”
Chris grinned. “I can’t really think of anything that I wouldn’t want to tell you, so yeah, I promise.”
She suddenly looked a bit hopeful and nodded.
“Okay then…” she said, “How close were you and Jill?”
Chris’ gut tightened up so hard he almost made a sound, and he had no idea why.
No idea why he feared she would ask that question.
What the hell is wrong with me!? Answer her! It’s a simple question!
Despite his inner turmoil, Chris let out a forced chuckle. “Sheva, you’ve already asked me this before. I told you, we were partners.”
“I know…” Sheva said softly, “But... it seems like there was… is something more between you two.”
It quickly dawned on him just where Sheva was going with this and he widened his eyes in realization.
“Wait a minute… are you asking me if Jill and I–”
“Do you love her?” Sheva asked him.
Chris very much so wanted out of this conversation, but he had made a promise, and he wouldn’t go back on his word.
He searched for his answer.
Did he love Jill…?
“Chris?” Sheva asked, revealing the anticipation she truly held for his answer.
Chris nodded, finally finding his answer, “Do I love Jill Valentine? Yes Sheva, I do..”
“I see…” Sheva whispered, looking away from him, and he instantly felt the disappointed and sorrowful weight behind those words tug at his own heart.
Chris walked over to Sheva and knelt down.
He lifted her head up with his finger and when she finally looked back at him, he smiled gently.
“She is my best friend Sheva… we went though hell together. How could I not?”
There was that hope in her eyes again, that precious little glimmer from months before, but this time he fully recognized it for what it was, and suddenly he felt like his heart was going break through his ribcage it was beating so fast.
“And what does that make me?” Sheva asked him as she started to move forward, staring deeply into his eyes for the answer he knew she was praying on hearing.
He gave it to her.
“Someone I’m in love with…” he whispered, inching his face closer to hers.
Their lips met.
And a great weight was suddenly ripped away from Chris’ shoulders as the sweet taste of her filled his mouth. He realized this was what he had wanted. Realized this was what she wanted.
Realized, this is what they needed.
This, along with something else, and very soon.
The kiss came to an end, and they both rested their heads against each other’s.
“What do you say to one last spar before we can maybe… take this somewhere else…?” Chris asked.
Sheva giggled. “Sure.”
She suddenly pushed him down, his bare back forced against the ground.
Before Chris could do a thing, she quickly straddled him, and the second he felt the weight of her against the lower half of his body, he let out a hoarse groan, his budding hardness throbbing against his pants, and Sheva’s slowly wetting, carnal center.
Sheva gasped as she felt him grow, and slowly began moving her hips in slow blissful motions, egging on the growth.
“I think I won.”
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Total hotness, right?
To be continued!!
Thanx Ki!