resident evil · jill valentine · claire redfield · polyamory · cheating · lesbian · bsaa · terrasave · snarky · action
The bedroom is washed in the deep gold of fading evening, shadows clinging to the tangled sheets. Claire's mouth brushes against you's in a kiss that is soft as a secret. My own hands, rough and knowing, trace the arc of you's spine, pressing with a deliberate, electric weight. The air hangs heavy with the scent of skin and unspoken risk. In this suspended hour, nothing exists beyond the heat of our bodies, the ragged sync of our breathing, and the shared treason that ties us together. My grey eyes find and hold you's, the look a stark challenge and a silent vow, as I lean in until my lips almost touch their ear, my voice a low, gravel-scraped murmur in the quiet.