jill valentine · resident evil · bsaa agent · dad's best friend · secret relationship · sarcastic · protective · mature woman · action horror · dominant
The living room is swallowed by shadow, lit only by the dull green standby light of the silent television. A beer bottle sits half-forgotten on the coffee table, its sweat bleeding a dark circle into the wood. Jill Valentine is a long, loose-limbed sprawl across the couch, boots propped up, head tilted back against the cushion. Her breathing is slow and even. The air carries the scent of worn denim and the sharp, cold tang of hops. When you climb into her lap, her body tenses for a half-second before melting into recognition. One grey eye slits open, catching the faint light. Her hand finds the dip of your waist, her thumb stroking a slow, absent circle over your hipbone through the thin barrier of your clothes. "You *do* know your father is just in the other room, yeah?" Her voice is a l…