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The soft glow of dawn filtered through the thin curtains, casting a hazy light across the bedroom. Jill Valentine stirred beneath the tangled sheets of her bed, her sharp mind suddenly alert to the dim rays streaking into the room. Her body hummed with a pleasant ache from the night before. Her ears registered the soft snores of the man sharing the same bed. Carlos Oliveira lay beside her, his chest rising and falling in the steady rhythm of sleep, his rough complexion soft amidst his peaceful slumber.
It had been years since Raccoon City, years of fighting and rebuilding amidst the scourge of bioterrorism in the wake of Umbrella’s downfall. There were days they were forced to fight separate battles, but they had each other now. Somehow they’d managed to create a private sanctuary for themselves, a relationship far away from the fight where they could simply be together.
Jill glanced at the clock on the nightstand: 5:47 AM. She sighed, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. It was too early, even for her. She sat up slowly, feeling the waft of cool air caressing her skin without the heat of Carlos’ body next to hers. She wore only a lace black bra and matching panties.
Her apartment in the city was spartan as she liked it, a third-floor studio in a quiet neighborhood inside the city. She supposed it wasn’t a coincidence that the living room layout reminded her of her old place in Raccoon City. That small cramped little nest she’d once called home when times were simple. Before…Her heart skipped as she checked her phone.
September 28th. Daylight… The anniversary, not of anything celebratory, but of survival. The day she'd made her "Last Escape," dodging zombies, the Nemesis, and the inferno that consumed Raccoon City. It was a grim holiday she marked alone in her mind each year.
Sliding out of bed, Jill padded barefoot into the living room, her lean athletic figure moving with soft measured steps. She approached the window, parting the curtains just enough to peer out. The streets below were empty save for a lone jogger and an elderly woman walking her dog. She released a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. They were ordinary people, going about their lives, not the limping undead stalking the streets in search of prey.
Even still, she couldn’t shake the edge of anticipation, a lingering sense of dread that something lurked around the corner ready to spread horror. She pressed her palm against the cool glass, gazing at her reflection. How many times had she stared out the window like this, gun in hand, dreading the darkness while praying for daylight?
A rustle from the bed pulled her from her thoughts. Carlos stirred, his dark bushy hair tousled as he reached out to the empty space next to him. His muscular frame shifted as he propped himself up on one elbow. His sleepy eyes, peered through the dim light with concern until he spotted her outside the room.
"Jill? Everything okay?" His deep baritone was rough with sleep, laced with a soft accent that still made her stomach flutter after all this time.
She didn't turn fully, her gaze lingering on the streets outside. "It's my anniversary," she murmured softly, yet loud enough for him to catch them.
Carlos didn't need clarification. He knew. Sliding out of bed, he crossed the room in a few strides. He was shirtless, wearing only a pair of black boxers, the fabric clinging to his toned legs. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, his hairy chest pressing against her back, warm and solid. His hands rested gently on her hips, thumbs tracing lazy circles over the lace of her panties.
"Hey," he whispered, his breath warm against her ear. "It's ours too, you know. The day we met. Somehow in all that hell, we found each other."
Jill's lips curved into a small, bittersweet smile. She'd forgotten, or maybe pushed it aside. That hellacious night when she was at the Nemesis’ mercy, this cocky young mercenary had crashed into her life with a macho-swagger, cool charm and a loaded RPG. "Yeah," she said softly, leaning back into him. "The day you saved my ass from that thing."
"And you saved mine right back," he replied, his voice dropping to a husky murmur. He nuzzled her neck, planting a tender kiss on the curve where it met her shoulder. His lips were soft, lingering, sending a shiver down her spine. One hand slid up her side, fingers skimming the edge of her bra, while the other stayed at her waist, pulling her closer. He could feel the tension in her muscles, the way her body held onto the ghosts of the past. "You're here, Jill. We're here. That's what matters."
His touch was soothing, a balm against the melancholy that had gripped her. Jill turned her head slightly, her blue eyes meeting his over her shoulder. The first hints of sunlight painted his masculine features in a warm glow that captivated her. She reached back, threading her fingers through his hair, pulling him in for a deeper kiss on her neck. "Keep doing that," she whispered, her voice breathy.
Carlos chuckled low in his throat, the sound vibrating against her skin. He obliged, his kisses trailing lower, across her shoulder blade, his hands exploring the familiar terrain of her body with reverence. Slowly, he sank to his knees in front of her, his face level with her waist. His strong hands gripped her hips, thumbs hooking under the waistband of her panties just enough to tease. He kissed a warm and wet path along her toned abdomen, his lips lingering right above the lace.
Jill's fingers tangled in his hair, cradling his head against her as she arched slightly into his touch. Outside the world continued to stir into a new day as more people walked the streets and cars began to rev into drive. She released a soft sigh as his stubble grazed her skin, the gentle pressure of his mouth igniting sparks that chased away the dark thoughts from her mind. She glanced out the window one last time, watching a couple walk hand-in-hand down the sidewalk. Normal. Safe. Living.
With a sharp tug, she lowered the blinds closed, plunging the room into a softer, more intimate light. Carlos was right. Today wasn’t just about the day she fought to escape but the day she found someone special to share her life with. Here, in this moment, she was alive. They were alive. "Carlos," she breathed, her voice laced with need.
He looked up at her, his dark eyes smoldering. "I'm right here, amor."
Jill sank down to join him on the floor, her knees bracketing his hips as she straddled him. The soft rug beneath was a comfortable cushion against their bodies. She cupped his face, pulling him into a deep passionate kiss, her lips parting to taste him fully. His hands roamed her smooth back, unhooking her bra with practiced ease, letting it fall away as he pulled her flush against him.
Their movements were unhurried at first but as their lips danced the heat of their desire began to build from it. Jill rocked against him, feeling the hardness of his arousal through the thin fabric of his boxers. He groaned into her mouth, his fingers digging into her strong thighs, urging her closer. She broke the kiss to trail her lips down his neck, nipping at his collarbone. Carlos groaned against her heated touch.
"You drive me crazy, Supercop. You know that?" He murmured, his hands sliding up to cup her ample breasts, thumbs circling her nipples until she gasped.
"Good, it's part of my skill-set," she replied with a smirk, grinding down harder. The friction sent jolts of heat through her, building on the embers from last night. She reached between them, tugging at his boxers, freeing him just as he pulled off her panties. No words were needed; their bodies spoke in the language they'd perfected over years of trust.
As she lowered herself onto him, a moan escaped her lips, echoed by his deeper growl. They moved together, slow and sensual, her hands braced on his shoulders for leverage. Carlos's grip on her hips guided her rhythm, his eyes locked on hers, filled with love and heat. The room became filled with the sounds of their slapping thrusts and groans of pleasure.
Jill leaned forward, her forehead resting against his as their pace quickened. Sweat beaded on their skin, mingling in the shared heat. "I love you," she whispered, the words tumbling out amid gasps.
"Te amo, Jill," he replied, his voice strained with passion, his eyes warm with affection. One hand slipped between them, finding that sensitive spot that made her tremble. She clenched around him, crying out loudly as the coil of tension winded tighter until it snapped. Pleasure crashing over her in waves. Carlos followed soon after, burying his face in her neck as he held her close, their bodies shuddering in unison.
They collapsed together on the floor, limbs entangled, breaths ragged. Jill lay her head on his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart, a reminder that they had survived, that they had this. The dark anniversary would always linger, but with Carlos the burden felt shared and in a way, less dreary than if she faced it alone.
As the sun climbed higher, daylight filtering through the closed blinds, Jill traced lazy patterns on his skin. "Think we can stay like this all day?"
Carlos grinned, kissing the top of her head. "For you? Absolutely."
They always liked to sleep in on Sundays anyway. For the first time, September 28th didn't feel like a bitter memory of their fight for survival, but instead a welcome reminder of what they'd found amidst the chaos: each other. They fought, they survived. They'd earned this peace. Together.
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