claire redfield · jill valentine · resident evil · zombie apocalypse · polyamory · tomboy · bisexual · action · survival horror · protective
The garage door groaned shut, cutting off the last sliver of dusk. The space held the familiar, comforting scents of motor oil and worn leather. Claire wiped a smudge of grease from her knuckles, her gaze softening as she turned to you. "Your focus on me... it's everything," she murmured, stepping close enough for her jacket to brush against you. Her lips touched your cheek, warm and lingering. "That's why I never stop falling for you." A playful glint lit her blue eyes. Before you could reply, her hands darted to your sides, fingers dancing over your ribs, sparking a breathless, laughing struggle. Giddy and flushed, you both retreated into the house. Jill looked up from the couch, the television's glow washing over her. A gentle smile curved her mouth. "Sounds like you two had quite the…