Resident Evil Series Fan Fiction ❯ Penda Gota ❯ The Mood ( Chapter 3 )

A/N: This last chap was of course done by Mel, but she was unable to submit it herself at the time so she allowed me, Lord of Ki, the Co-author of this little fic to submit it for her. Please enjoy this spectacular, sexy chapter written by her! XD

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Chapter 3

A low hiss escaped him as his eyes quickly shut and his hands clawed at the pavement.
“You didn't waste any time, did you?” he breathed.
Sheva smirked triumphantly. “Nope.”
Her slow and fluid movements rubbed against him with deliciously perfect precision.

The woman was skilled.

A throaty moan slipped past his lips as he turned his head to one side and pressed his swelling hardness against her.

For a moment, Sheva felt her body tense and her hands balled into fists against his slick chest.
Her emotions continued to build heavily inside of her as she increased the pressure of their friction.
Everything they've done had led upto this moment. Their tempestuous mission, their reluctant separation afterwards, the months of silence, and now this.

This was their reward. This was their release.

“Chris...” she called in a hushed tone; her bottled emotions slowly surfacing in her voice. Anxiously, she spread her fingers across his chest and curled them; lightly raking invisible lines atop his solid skin.

She didn't just need this. She needed him. And not just for a moment's time.
Always.

“Sheva...” Chris breathed huskily and slowly turned his head to gaze at her. Foggy blue glistened under hooded lids as they beheld the beautiful woman before them.
Wispy rays of the descending sun fanned around her, surrounding her caramel-hued skin with a warm golden aurora.

Slowly, Chris lifted an arm and reached out towards her face. If he didn't touch her, if he didn't hold her, he was afraid that this moment would slip by him as an illusion. An illusion in which the sun would take back its goddess.
His hand hesitated at first, then lightly caressed her cheek.

She was slightly surprised by the gentle gesture, but eagerly nuzzled into his touch.

This was real.

Smiling lightly, Sheva traced her fingers down his abs, tickling the brown curls that dwelled there.
Traveling lower still, her hands smoothed over the firm outline of the fervent erection through his tented pants.
A streak of warmth bloomed across Chris' face at her fondling as she pressed her hips into him again.

His hand dropped to his side and his head lolled back in fascination and pleasurable impatience.
She had made him so ready, so fervidly rigid with her teasing, the suppression of his desire had become painful.

Deliciously painful.

But Sheva was already a step ahead of him and had already released the zippers and had begun to slide his thick garment downward.

Until his had reached out and clasped over hers, stopping her.

She gasped lightly and gave him a confused look. Then an apologetic one.
Had she gone too fast? “Chris, I...”
“I don't want an apology, Sheva.” he spoke lowly, his voice cracking from the haze their lust left on him.
She eyed him curiously, her hazel eyes glistening with inquiry. “Then ...what do you want?”
Instead of words, his eyes narrowed and the grip on her hand tightened protectively.
What he wanted was obvious.
Her.
And he did not want to let go.

Silently, Sheva deciphered this message. He was giving her the chance to make up her mind. She was either giving him 100% or nothing at all.
All of her devotion or nothing from her, nor between them.

"Sheva, you don't have to do this. You can still back out..."

A bold smile laced her lips and she gave his hand a squeeze.
"You've asked me that before, and the answer's still the same..."

He smirked; a wavering glimmer of acceptance in his eyes. Sitting up, he leaned in close and kissed her gingerly.
“Good...” he whispered and they slightly pulled away, remaining at a nose' length.
Endearing hazel brimmed with hope as they dove willingly into dusky pools of smoky allure.

Partners.
They were partners, and lovers, to the end.

And within the rapid beat of a second later, the two of them assaulted the other in feverish tepid kisses while their hands groped and squeezed whatever flesh lay in their path.

Sheva felt her whole body vibrate with ecstasy as Chris opened his mouth and eagerly battled with her tongue while he began to press her backwards.
His frantic hands smoothed upto her hair and grasped at it in tufts, kissing her fiercely.
Gaining momentum of her own, Sheva pushed him back with quick, powerful and deep flavorful kisses as she tugged at his pants.

She wanted him now.

The distant murmur of her name fell from his lips in-between kisses from the touch of her hand against his growing hardness as she rubbed its length through his pants.

As much as he wanted feel her feathery strokes along his bare endowment, it would have to wait.

“Not now....” he managed to whisper, taking hold of her hands and bringing them to his chest. “We don't have to rush.”
“I know, but I'd prefer to.” Sheva answered back softly, kissing him strongly and clawing at his toned chest. Her hands spread over the rows of curls and tugged at them, making him moan. “I've waited too long for this, Chris...”
“You're not the only one...” he added, lifting his hands to her face and bringing her into fierce kiss.
The taste of his mouth tantalized her senses and sent a warming shock throughout her body. She could feel herself start to plummet willingly into his passionate embraces as the rest of the world crumbled away beneath her.
Slowly, she could feel the weight of him press towards her while her body leaned backwards.
The comforting strength of his arms held her tightly, protectively, and she succumbed to their invigorating opulence.

He held her so carefully, she had no idea she had been laying on the pavement on her back until her eyes fluttered open to behold the broad male above her.

Glistening beads of sweat decorated his forehead and rippled over his sharply defined body. He gazed to her through yearning eyes; the obsidian orbs lingering on a particular spot on her chest as it rapidly rose and fell.
Only then did she realize how hard she was breathing in anticipation for not only him, but what he was going to do.
Saying nothing, Chris gave her a knowing look that she acknowledged with a smile and taut sigh.

Patience.

Panting lightly, his dusky blue eyes trailed over her caramel curves.
A light moistened sheen dappled her body like fresh morning dew with each breath she took.
Her supple breasts lay captive behind the tight top that she wore, almost begging him to free them.
Gazing lower, Chris' eyes whispered over her toned abdomen.
As did his lips.

Sheva shivered and let loose a muffled cry from his touch and looked down at him.
His mouth eagerly dotted her smooth skin with invisible signatures of his name while the unshaven bristles on his chin brushed against her and made her squirm in titillated pleasure.

She laughed lazily, closing her eyes, enjoying the feel of his lips, and tongue, over her skin.

Testing her, Chris flicked his tongue rapidly over her stomach and suckled on her navel.
A flurry of incoherent words, and giggles, tumbled from her lips as she shut her eyes and rolled her head from side to side.

Chris observed her keenly.

Carefully, he led his hands down her voluptuous curves and rested them on her full hips.
Squeezing them, he continued to tease her and distract her as he steadily pulled down her pants.

“Chris...” Sheva called breathlessly, continuing to speak in her native tongue. Instinctively, her hands trailed down to toy in his hair.

Without realizing, she was pushing him closer to her frothy womanhood.
Her undergarment aside, the very scent of her made Chris' mouth water.
Softly, his fingers caressed her moistened folds while he brought his lips back to her stomach. Every so often, he'd glance up at her while lacing her skin with his kisses as they lingered lower and lower.

Her breath quickened.
Brisk pants floated into the crisp air as her glossed eyes opened.
Pure excitement coursed through her as she curiously propped herself up on her elbows to watch her partner. And her mouth hung in a gape as she beheld his tongue slowly inching towards her velvety petals and devouring their extract in one long sweep.

“Chris!” she cried, gripping at his disheveled locks.

Chris looked up at her, then smirked faintly as he continued to devour her distinctive taste.

“I thought I told you to be patient...” he mused, his taunting lips caressing her in ways that made her shiver. “...And you're done already?”
“Bastard...” she laughed, catching her breath. “You just caught me by surprise!”
“I'll take that as a compliment.” he chuckled, giving her moistness one more series of rapid licks before pulling away from her.

Gasping for air, Sheva peered down at him as he pulled her pants back into their original place atop her hips and stood to his feet.

Smiling to himself, he boldly licked his lips in front of her and wiped them with the edge of his thumb.
“Are you alright?”

Dumbfounded, Sheva blinked at him and narrowed her eyes. “What do you think you're doing, Chris?!” she demanded; her mind still a disoriented haze of ecstasy.
He chuckled. “Leaving.”
Her eyes shot open widely and she forced herself to her feet. “Wh-what?!” she challenged and glared sternly at him as he turned his back to her.

She knew he was toying with her, but this was becoming to be a bit much!

“Wherever you're going, I'm going with you!”
“Sure you don't need some time to rest?”

Sheva's face danced with fire at this comment. She opened her mouth to retaliate, but gained a better idea.
Instead, she quietly undid her pants and slipped them down over her legs. “Why would I need to rest? You were the one who stopped, Chris.”

Amused, he scoffed.

“Don't blame me. You were the one who---” he trailed off, turning around. He only had a split second to realize Sheva was charging for him, half naked.

Stunned, he could do nothing but watch the woman leap into the air and mount herself atop his shoulders.
Again.
“Now who's stopping, Chris?” Sheva teased, running her hands through his hair, nudging him forward. “You're not going anywhere!”

“Mpbhh!!” was his muffled reply as he staggered back a bit in surprise.
This woman was crazy, jumping on him like that!
But he loved it.
Enticingly, Chris cupped her behind and gave it a squeeze before trailing his strong hands up her back and sliding them back down to her waist.
“Don't fall.” he murmured against her heat; his whiskers tickling her flesh. She shuddered and gripped at his hair. “Ah... Chris...”
He cringed slightly from how tightly she pulled on his hair, but focused more of his attention on indulging in the feast before him. Holding her closely, he began to walk towards one of the abandoned buildings.
“What are you upto now...?” Sheva questioned with half-closed eyes.
“Just relax” Chris informed huskily, suckling gently.
Enthralled, Sheva threw her head back and cried out.
Her head swam with a haze of pleasure as her body shivered and shook with each lick, nibble and slurp Chris gave her.
Deeply submerged in his embraces, she felt herself start to sway before she leaned back.
Feeling this, Chris loosened his grip on her and allowed her body to inch backwards.
The second Sheva felt the solid warm brick rub across her back, her legs tightened and she threw her hands against wall.
Having additional leverage, Chris moved his hands from around her and slipped his hands under her curvaceous behind and placed two fingers from each hand on either side of her petals.

And there he consumed her taste; deeply, teasingly, sloppily, noisily. Satisfying his raw thirst for her one savory slurp at a time.
Parting her folds, he sent his probing tongue hungrily inside her dripping walls and eased in a finger.

Frantically, she began to ramble in another language, more then likely Swahili, and coo his name as if it were a chant while she clawed desperately against the wall.
Chris inwardly chuckled to himself as he savored yet another release from her.

Yep, he still had it.

Curious, he glanced up at her and gave her quivering warmth a soft kiss before pulling away.
Catching her breath, Sheva's chest heaved rapidly.
Her glossed hazel eyes wavered about the setting sun in the horizon beyond as they were revealed beneath hooded lids.
Aimlessly, they lazily fell on Chris, who was licking his lips and wiping the side of his face with a hand and panting slightly.

His face was drenched with her essence.

Embarrassed, Sheva removed her legs from around his shoulders and started to slide down from him when his firm hands grasped her waist and helped her down to her feet.

“Um...s...sorry about that...” she stammered, blushing wildly. “Here.” she pulled her shirt over her head and handed it to him. “You might want to use this instead.”

“Thanks.” Chris smiled, taking the thin garment from her and wiped his face with it.
Sheva watched him peculiarly, an odd little smile on her face. Her wandering eyes lingered on his lips as his tongue gave them another quick taste. The thought crossed her mind that he would want to kiss her with those same lips, dappled with her significance, and she bashfully adverted her gaze from him.
The idea didn't seem too appealing to her, but because it was him, and out of curiosity, she wanted to experience what it was like.

“Is something wrong?”
“No.” she responded promptly, her body language suggesting otherwise. But she coolly masked it by her hands positioned boldly on her haunches. “Do I look like something is wrong?”
Chris' eyes studied her for a moment and he took a step towards her. “No.” he answered softly, fibbing slightly. Yet, he decided to take her word for it.
Tossing her shirt to the side, Chris placed a finger under her chin and lifted her face to his.
Glittering hazel fleeted between twin orbs of blue.
“Ready?” he whispered in a heavy tone. The pure seduction it held made her shiver.
Without realizing, a broad smile spread across Sheva's lips and she curled her fingertips against the fuzz on his chest. “Always.”

Chuckling lightly, Chris leaned in and captured her luscious lips with full and searing kisses.
The enticed whisper of his name slipped from Sheva's mouth as his hands cupped her breasts through the silky bra she wore. Lightly, he tugged on it twice, silently signaling to her to remove it.
Smiling, she did so while grinding her hips against his swollen manhood.
“Sheva...” he mumbled against her lips. Once her succulent curves were freed, he immediately grasped them and flicked his fingers over the nipples.

Sheva gasped and moaned into his mouth while her hands busily worked to unraveling his fly.

A flurry of moans and airy pants engulfed them as they indulged in deep frictional foreplay.
Impatiently, her hands gripped the rim of his pants and started to pull them down when his met her halfway.
Kissing her collarbone sweetly, Chris pulled off his remaining garments and tossed them in same pile as her shirt.
Curious, Sheva leaned forward and peered downward to steal a peek at his size when he met her gaze and hid his endowment as he made his way back upto her.
“No peeking.” he smirked, actually a bit nervous towards his own 'equipment', and trailed his lips over her smooth neck.
Leaning back against the wall, Sheva brought her hands upto his backside and gave him a smack and a squeeze. “You have nothing to hide from me, Chris.” she grinned, bringing his hips into hers.
He bit his lip, lost in the contact for a moment, then looked to her dubiously. “I'm shy.”
“You're a liar.” she chirped in a sing-song tone. Then chuckled. “But fine, you don't have to show me...” she trailed off.
She may not have needed to see his length, but she certainly wanted to feel it. And she certainly wanted a strong performance.

“Sure, no pressure.” he mumbled sarcastically in a raspy breath and quickly nuzzled against her neck.
“Mm, what did you say, Chris?” Sheva questioned, her tone wavering from the feel of his hardness rubbing directly against her begging folds.
“Shh” he teased, pressing the tip of his length against her damp opening.
Her body tensed and she gasped, but Chris lightly grazed his teeth over one spot on her neck that drove her wild.
“Oh my god... Chris...” she moaned, her tone a mix of a whisper and a whine.
And almost immediately, her body relaxed and Chris eased his pulsing thickness into her.
The world around them started to spin and they both cried out in hungry wails of pleasure. Sheva threw her arms around his waist and clutched him tightly while he groaned against her neck, inching himself in deeper within her tight walls.
And just as deliciously, he pulled out of her halfway before allowing his slick size to be swallowed by her nether lips yet again.

She was extremely tight, partly because of her anxious need for him.
Chris took this to heart, but kissed her sweetly on the mouth and lifted her legs off the ground.

Their gasps of air and heavy moans assimilated together in a cloud of passion as they both became accustomed to the other's feel; familiarizing themselves with each touch and squeeze.
Chris' pace quickened, as did Sheva's. She eagerly met his rhythm in every thrust, every grind and clung to him strongly.
Chris grunted hoarsely as he delved rapidly into her. But a familiar bubbling sensation resonating within him caused him to suddenly slow his pace to a near crawl.
He didn't want to stop.
Not now.
Not yet.
Temporarily stopping was the next best option he had.

Slightly disappointed and wanting, needing, more, Sheva whimpered lightly and gazed up at him; her silver earrings glistening in the sunlight. “I told you so...” she smirked sleepily.
Breathing deeply, Chris looked at her and attempted a faint smile. “Let me guess, the energy drink again, right?”
She nodded. “That's right!”
He scoffed, starting to inch his fullness inside her slowly. “I don't think so.”
“Yeah? Prove me wrong, then, Mr. Redfield.”
“ 'Mr.' ?!”
“You heard me.” she grinned, leaning close to nip at his bottom lip. He closed his eyes instantly and hugged her close. “Mm...Sheva....”
“Yes, Mr. Redfield.?” she teased, rubbing her moistness against him, making him thrust briskly once.
He groaned and made a face. “Ms. Alomar...You're such a tease.”
“Am I?”
“Yes.”
“Good. I wouldn't have gotten your attention if I wasn't, now would I?” she asked, cutely tilting her head to the side.
Chris said nothing at first, and only stared at this woman in a gape.
She had caught him off guard with that statement. But thinking back, she definitely had a point.
A good one.
Had she planned this all along?
Sheva could clearly read his expression.
“No.” she confessed, laughing, “No, Chris, I did not plan this. Did you?”
“What do you think?”
She chuckled and slipped her arms around his neck. “Does it really still matter? I want you...”
He stared at her seriously for a moment, focusing intently on her eyes.
He had never heard such endearing words before. And somehow, coming from between those ripened lips made the sound of it even more gratifying to hear.
“Do you mean that?” he asked, his question seeming slightly out of place.
And Sheva gave him an expression that told him that, but it soon dissolved into a caring smile. Lightly she caressed his face and ran her thumb over his cheekbone. Her eyes lingered unwaveringly in his and she nodded. “Of course I do, Chris. I... I'm in love with you. Why wouldn't I mean that?”
Yes, why wouldn't she mean that?
Chris was taken aback by her sincerity as much as her words themselves.
Closing his eyes, he exhaled heavily and hugged her to his chest.
Bringing her away from the wall, he kneeled in front of their pile of clothes and laid her back-first on top of them.
“Chris...?” Sheva wondered; her eyes fleeting curiously between his closed lids.
Instead of answering her right away, Chris took one of her hands in his and brought it to his lips.
Kissing the back of it gingerly, he dipped and placed his lips against her palm.
Then he led her hand to his chest, right over his heart.
“Sheva...” he began, bending down and slipping an arm under her and kissing her on the forehead.
“Yes?” she inquired, rolling her palm over his chest; counting his rapid heartbeats.
A beat of silence set in and their eyes entwined gazes.
Sheva's hazel eyes clung deeply to his. Stray flecks of sunlight settled in his dusky irises, giving them a glossed appearance.
Or was that really an illusion of the sun?

“Chris?” she called softly, but gasped when she felt him pulsing inside of her.

The older man's eyes narrowed as he beheld the beautiful woman below him shut her eyes in pleasure as he pressed his thickness within her walls.

Leaning down, he placed his mouth just above hers.
“I'm in love with you too, Sheva Alomar...” he breathed gingerly; his heartfelt words brushing against her lips.
The huskiness in his voice made her moan. And her sounds of carnal pleasure only intensified with he regained a steady pace inside of her desire.

“My god, my god, Chris! Deeper! Don't let me go!” she cried, aimless words dribbling from her mouth while she became even more submerged in their passion.

“I won't.” Chris agreed and slid a hand under her bottom to lift her one of her legs and nudged her to the right.

Glancing up at him through her drunken haze, Sheva took his motions as a signal to turn onto her side and did so.
Chris laid directly behind her, grasping her hips with both hands as he drove into her from behind.

Crying out, Sheva moved backwards into him, fully enjoying the satisfying fullness of his thrusts and the comfort his broad chest offered.
Her body sang as another climax approached her and she continued to pump her hips wildly and slam her bottom against him.

A low raspy sound thrived in Chris' throat as his hands glided down to her rear; squeezing and rubbing it as he pleased.

“So good...” he uttered hoarsely, resting his head against hers.
Panting, Sheva glanced over her shoulder at him, then inched her hips forward slightly until the tip of him nestled within her entrance. Then, slowly, she pressed backwards, engulfing his hardness before withdrawing again.

A throaty hiss escaped him as his fingers dug into her lusciously soft skin while she did this, driving him crazy.

He followed along with her painfully slow pace as long as he could stand.
And the next thing the both of them realized, he was on his knees behind her while she was on her stomach.

Chris slid his hands under her waist and tugged her upto her knees while steadily delving perfectly within her.

“Chris!” she shouted, reaching behind her and clutching his behind and meeting his eager rhythm.
“Sheva!” he called back, snaking a hand up her abdomen and grasping a plump breast and kneading it gently.

Their bodies glistened with sweat in the fading gleam of the setting sun, creating a frantic temperature that would rival the fiery celestial body itself.

Reaching another ultimate, Sheva arched against Chris's solid body and squeezed her eyes shut panting heavily.

Chris groaned from the intense grip her walls had around him and shuddered from the abundance of milky cream that seeped out down his length.

Inwardly, Chris grinned to himself at the ego boost he was receiving from making love to Sheva and being constantly immersed by her multiple climaxes.

“We're not done, yet...” he mused with the hint of a chuckle.
“We're not?” Sheva breathed, looking back to him in wonder.
A devious smirk lingered on his lips and before she could question it, he laid on his back and lifted his hips, making her rise.

She blushed lightly at the notion, and even more so from his stamina.
“Remind me to never tease you about your stamina or energy drinks effecting you negatively ever again!” she quipped, placing her hands on his thighs and lifting her succulent curves before bringing them back down along his slick size.

Chris moaned hotly and encircled his hands around her hips, guiding her movements.

Eagerly, Sheva bounced atop him, lolling her head back and shouting his name.

Closing his eyes, Chris deepened his thrusts. Once he felt she was in control, he let his hands drop to his sides and curl into fists.

Speeding up her pace, Sheva glanced over at him. His face was serenely composed, dashed with hints of lust and speckles of dewy sweat.

He almost appeared innocent. Unsuspecting.

Mischievously, a small smile laced her lips and she paused in her motions to carefully turn around.

Noticing the change, Chris' eyes shot open and a brush of crimson dusted his cheeks from the sight of Sheva grinning alluringly at him while rolling her hips against him.

And from this, Chris refused to hold back any longer.

He sat up and draped his arms around her back, bringing her close as he lifted her and brought her down atop his thickness.
But Sheva could do it herself. And the both of them ended up matching the other's pace and rhythm and challenging them.

They both panted strongly, raggedly,desperately; their voices blending together melodiously in a lascivious harmony.

Before long, Chris could feel his climax creeping up on him again, as Sheva already expelled hers.

While she paused to catch her dizzied breath, Chris placed one hand on the ground while he lowered her onto her back yet again.

Instantly, her legs wrapped around his waist and she slammed her hips against him, meeting his tempestuous thrusts and cried out.
Her breath had become raspy, her throat was dry and her legs felt like foam bars, but she continued to cling to him.

“Sheva, I'm coming....!” he warned, going a little faster, but allowing a small window of option from her.
“I don't care where, just come with me!” she urged.
Chris bit his lip and dove into her as quickly as he could. The second he felt a searing pulse throbbing through his length, he pulled out of her, her enveloping warmth, and released his ivory essence in long multiple spurts along her bronzed stomach.

Once her dazed senses returned to her, Sheva looked down at him panting lightly and was surprised by the minuscule feeling of disappointment from her depths not receiving Chris's powerful climax.
Exhaling, she laid her head back on the concrete and softly pursed her lips.
She had so desperately wanted him to climax within her; together with her.

But maybe for now, this was best.

Catching his breath, Chris shook his head and laughed triumphantly to himself. He had no idea he still had it in him to last so long.

But his success instantly turned cold when he sought the distant expression on Sheva's face.

Reaching down, he picked up his pants and wiped her stomach clean.
Then laid down beside her, touching her shoulder. “Hey. What's wrong? Are you alright?”
“Yeah...” she responded flatly, then faced him with bright eyes. “Of course, I am! Don't worry, you didn't hurt me.” she mused, changing the subject and lightening the mood. “You certainly proved me wrong!”
Amused, he puffed out his chest and laughed. “Oh yeah?” Then his expression calmed as his thoughts leveled.

“ I meant what I said. I'm not letting you go, Sheva.” he smiled gently, gliding a finger across her cheek and smoothing a lock of hair behind her ear.

“That's sweet of you, Chris.” she began, holding his hand and rubbing lightly against it with her cheek. “But I'm afraid you will.”
He blinked. “What?!”
She tried to smile playfully at him to let him know it wasn't that serious. “I had decided to leave for Africa and stay for about a week or so.”
“And when did you decide this??”
“ About ....15 minutes before you finally decided to show up today.”

He stared at her with a half-frown. “And you're just telling me this now?”
“It certainly seems that way.” she shrugged. “I guess it slipped my mind.”
He moved his hand away and sat up. “How can you forget something like that?”
Sighing, she followed suit. “Because a certain BSAAA agent, who will remain nameless, made me forget! Being with you....I just forgot!”
“Until now...”
She nodded. “Until now. But don't worry, Chris, I'll be back in a week or so. Certainly you can wait until then?” she smiled, standing to her feet and reaching for her top.

Chris watched her with studious eyes; his mouth slightly in a gape. The look on his face was almost that of a scowling child.
Turning to look at him, she winked. “I forgot for a very good reason, Chris. And anyway, I'm only leaving in order to help with the recovery from the Majini activity.”

He blinked again and stood to his feet. “Oh. That's ok then...”
She chuckled and turned to him. “ 'That's ok' ? I didn't know I needed your permission to leave, Mr. Redfield.”
He playfully scoffed and stepped closer to her and wrapped his arms around her waist. “...It's fine because I would like a more... 'enjoyable' time in Africa, than the first time, anyway. If that's alright with you...”
“What?” Sheva questioned, spinning around to face him. “You're coming with me??” she wondered, her eyes wide and teeming with the hint of an emotion Chris had grown fond of seeing within her.
Hope.
“I plan to.” he stated “Or did you forget what I told you already?”
“No, it isn't that, it's just...”
“Just what?” he teased.
Sheva opened her mouth to retaliate, then shut it and smiled at him. Her eyes brimmed brightly with what he deemed as anticipation.
Eagerness. Satisfaction.

Passion.

Laughing, she gave him a small push and tapped him on the arm. “Hurry up and get dressed. The flight leaves in a couple of hours… I'll be waiting for you…”

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A/N: Awesome wasn't it!!? XD lol Next chap will be by me. Hope you all enjoyed this!