Toto’s Africa is sooo Chris and Jill’s song (post) RE5 song.
It’s gonna take a lot to drag me away from you! (Chris never gave up that she was alive)
There’s nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do! (boy battled through countless enemies to find her)
I bless the rains down in Africa!
(Just think about how it rained the day Jill fell from the window, so
rainy days were probably hard for him, but he finally found her in
Africa)
Gonna take the time to do the things we never haaaaaaddddddd (Ooo!) (Oh! Does that mean they’re finally gonna be a couple? :P)
I would love to flesh this out in the future, but I doubt it.
Chris felt so lucky just to get to hold Jill in his arms.
After everything they had been through, both together and separately. Hell, he had spent months thinking that she was dead. Finding out she had been alive–even with all the baggage that came with– was one of the best things that had ever happened to him.
He pulled her close to him, the both of them snuggled under the covers of their, at least temporarily shared bed, and nuzzled the back of her neck as she lay there half asleep.
He planted soft kisses on her shoulders, and the back of her head. Each one was an affirmation.
It had started as just a goof between them, Chris kissing Jill on top of the head when he saw her at work every morning. He was a good deal taller than her and it just made it easy.
Then one day she beat him to the punch and tilted her face up. Chris’ lips ended up against hers, instead of the top of her head.
Obviously it was a power move, and the only way for Chris to win was not to get flustered like she was expecting.
I’m still trapped in Resident Evil space, so you’re getting a Jill x Chris fic here.
It was the end of the world. Or at least it seemed like it. Chris Redfield had drafted Jill Valentine back into his Houndwolf Squad the instant those pricks in the lab coats decided she wasn’t a threat to national security. Years of pokes and prodding by needles, blood draws, tests…gave way to the comfort of an old friend and a place in his personal squad.
Despite the side-eyes and muttered remarks from some of her ‘comrades’ about the ‘BOW’ on their side , Jill was there to stay. Her and her partner against the world, just like the old days.
Only now as she stood with her rifle balanced on a rocky outcropping, watching black mold tendrils erupt from the earth, and hearing the howl of hundreds of ravenous wolfmen in the wind…
It sure felt like the world was ending.
Ever since Wesker died, it felt like the world was slowly ending, tearing apart at the seams. She suspected Chris felt the same, given his grave expression and the ever growing emotional separation from everyone who wasn’t her…with Ethan being case study #1. ‘don’t get close and you won’t get hurt’.
Too late for that, though. Jill thought as she glanced over at Chris Redfield, who was loading his pistol with a fresh clip, a determined scowl on his face as he prepared to avenge Ethan’s loss.
“Hey, Redfield.” Jill spoke up , pushing away her nightvision goggles, and balaclava. “Sure feels like a hell on earth down there.”
“Jill.” Chris slid the slide back on his weapon, and when satisfed with it’s condition, let it snap closed. “if we don’t stop Miranda here and now, there may not be another tomorrow for any of us.”
He glowered down at the mad village below “Hell’s not down there, it’s up here.”
Jill walked over, her hand making it’s way to his shoulder “and we’re it’s messengers, partner. So let’s give her a memo she won’t forget.”
Sweeping the broad, stoic man around, she planted her lips on his in a desperate kiss. The village was mad, the world could be ending, so who knew if she’d ever get another.
It felt like the end of the world. But as Chris returned her desperate affection…she hoped to hell she was wrong.
Jill was babbling again, it was just something she did when stressed, open her mouth and let whatever inane thing came into her head spill out. Chris guessed she must have been nervous about the mission, because she hadn’t given him a moments peace since they’d stepped onto the chopper. He couldn’t blame her, just another day in a war on bioterror that never ended. But he couldn’t deny it was getting on his nerves.
“And then I said–”
“Jill. JILL.”
“Yeah, Chris?”
He leaned over and pressed his lips to her open ones, shoving his tongue between her teeth, muffling whatever protest she had. She melted against him as he kissed her, roughly, and desperately for a long moment.
When they finally broke apart, he took a breath and exhaustedly pleaded. “Please stop talking.”
