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Chapter 1: A Secret Affair
Chris Redfield and Jill Valentine had been partners in the S.T.A.R.S. Alpha Team for over a year, but their relationship had grown into something far more intimate. Their love was a secret they fiercely guarded—not out of shame, but necessity. The pressures of their work left little room for personal entanglements, and the last person they wanted discovering their affair was their meticulous and calculating commander, Albert Wesker.
Barry Burton had figured them out almost immediately. “I see the way you two look at each other,” he had remarked during a late shift, his tone casual but knowing. Jill had flushed crimson, while Chris laughed it off with a shrug. Barry simply grinned and left it at that, but they both knew the truth wasn’t lost on him.
Forest Speyer had been less subtle. One evening, while everyone else had left for the day, Chris and Jill lingered at the shooting range. Jill’s laughter echoed through the empty hall, carefree and warm. When Forest rounded the corner to check on them, he froze mid-step. Chris had Jill pinned gently against the wall, his hands resting on her hips, their lips locked in a kiss that left no room for interpretation.
“Uh, sorry to interrupt,” Forest said with a smirk. The two sprang apart, red-faced and stammering excuses, but Forest waved them off. “Don’t worry, I didn’t see anything… well, almost nothing.”
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*The Morning After*
The night before had been electric. Jill and Chris had spent hours in each other’s arms, their connection as much about passion as it was about solace. For all the danger and uncertainty their jobs brought, the moments they stole together were grounding. When Jill finally fell asleep, Chris stayed awake a little longer, watching her with a sense of wonder.
By morning, Chris was already at the S.T.A.R.S. office, his usual cocky grin firmly in place. Jill arrived not long after, perfectly composed, though the sight of him sent her pulse racing.
“Morning, Valentine,” Chris said casually as she sat down at her desk. His tone was professional, but the mischievous glint in his eyes betrayed him.
“Morning, Redfield,” she replied, arching an eyebrow.
An hour later, when the room was mostly empty, Chris sauntered over, leaning on her desk. “So, dinner tonight?” he asked, his voice dropping to a teasing whisper.
She glanced up, narrowing her eyes. “What’s your angle, Chris?”
He smirked, leaning closer. “No angle. Just thought I’d have you for dinner… and dessert. Morning wasn’t enough.”
Jill’s cheeks flushed a soft pink. She shot a quick glance around to make sure no one was watching. “Chris, don’t,” she hissed, trying to maintain her composure.
“You blush so easily,” he teased, his voice husky. “It’s cute. Makes me think about how will you sound late when I have you later,”
Before Jill could respond, Wesker’s sharp voice interrupted.
“Redfield,” he barked, stepping into the room. Jill stiffened, and Chris straightened, turning to face their commander.
Wesker’s expression was unreadable, but his piercing gaze lingered a moment too long. “Do you need directions to your desk? You seem to be having trouble finding it.”
“No, sir,” Chris said, his tone cool.
“Good.” Wesker’s eyes flicked briefly to Jill, then back to Chris. “Both of you, my office. Now.”
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*Wesker’s Radar*
The tension in Wesker’s office was palpable. Sitting across from their commander’s desk, Jill kept her expression neutral while Chris remained unfazed, leaning slightly back in his chair.
“I’ve noticed a pattern,” Wesker began, his voice cold. “You two have been late on the same mornings three times this month. Care to explain?”
Chris didn’t flinch. “My truck’s been giving me trouble,” he said smoothly. “Jill lives nearby, so she’s been kind enough to give me a ride.”
Jill nodded in agreement. “It’s no problem, sir. Better than leaving him stranded.”
Wesker studied them both in silence, his sharp gaze making the seconds stretch uncomfortably long. Finally, he leaned back, his expression inscrutable. “Fine. But if it happens again, I’ll expect you both to address it… separately. Understood?”
“Yes, sir,” they replied in unison, relief hidden behind their professional tones.
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Out in the hallway, Jill rounded on Chris, her voice low but scolding. “That was way too close. What if he finds out?”
Chris shrugged, his grin unrepentant. “Then he finds out. It’s worth it.”
Jill groaned, shaking her head. “I’m serious. We need to keep it down.”
But Chris wasn’t listening. Instead, he glanced around to make sure no one was watching and then tugged her toward the locker room. “Chris, no,” she whispered harshly, trying to resist. “What are you doing?”
“Relax,” he said with a wicked grin, pulling her inside and closing the door. “No one’s here.”
“This is too risky,” Jill hissed, her heart pounding.
“That’s what makes it fun.” He backed her against the lockers, kissing her deeply before she could protest further. His hands rested on her hips, his voice dropping to a low murmur against her lips. “You know… we could hit the showers. Just a quick one. I’ll eat you up right there.”
Her breath caught, and her cheeks flushed a deep red. “Chris,” she whispered, trying to sound firm but failing miserably. “No. Someone could walk in.”
“No one’s here,” he said with a smirk, nipping lightly at her ear. “Come on. Just a taste. I can’t wait until tonight.”
Her resolve wavered, her body betraying her as his lips trailed along her neck. But she managed to push him back slightly, her voice shaky. “We can’t. Not here.”
Chris sighed dramatically but didn’t push further, though his grin never faltered. “Fine. But tonight, you’re mine.”
She gave him a playful shove. “You’re impossible.”
“And you love it,” he shot back, stealing one last kiss before letting her go. As they stepped out of the locker room, Jill couldn’t shake the feeling that she was playing with fire. But when Chris flashed her that cocky, boyish grin, she knew she didn’t care. Chris was trouble—but he was her trouble, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.