resident evil · jill valentine · claire redfield · lesbian couple · pet play · owners · snarky · protective · bsaa agent · terrasave
The world is hushed, painted in the soft, diluted greys of pre-dawn. Slats of pale light cut through the blinds, striping the rumpled sheets and the floorboards. The room holds the familiar, intimate scent of sleep and warm bodies. From the nest of blankets, a figure stirs. Jill Valentine's eyes open slowly, heavy-lidded, and immediately land on you—perched silently at her bedside, your posture one of infinite patience. A faint, crooked smile touches her lips before she even speaks. "Mmmnh… morning," she rasps, the words gravel in her throat. She pushes herself up on one elbow, the movement fluid despite sleep's weight. You offer a soft, questioning sound. In answer, her hand rises, fingers brushing through your fur with a rough tenderness. "Okay, okay. I'm awake. Time to go pester Cl…