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It’d taken months to set up. As an asset of the project herself, Jill had to jump through more hoops than your standard operative to get the authorization necessary to get all the pieces in place.

For months, Jill saw Wesker only in large groups. Only in passing as he was moved from test or mission to mission under the careful watch of human researchers and operatives. Never long enough to really talk. Never long enough to even share more than a cursory conversation.

Which is how it came to this. A training exercise out in the mountains surrounding the facility. Her special status (and quite a bit of begging with Redfield) had given her clearance to take Albert Wesker out of the facility and supervise him during a survival training mission within the Project grounds.

TIme enough alone to finally speak to the man who’d changed her life.

As she waited in the lobby, arms folded behind her back, she thought back to the last time she’d seen him before all this. The licking flames around his maddened, snarling face. It sent a shudder up her spine and a frown arching across her face.

The man who walked into the room still looked like a ghost to her. Far from the half-mad, deteriorating beast he’d been when she watched him die, Albert Wesker looked now much more like he had when they had known one another long ago, in the STARS unit.

He was adjusting his gloves as he walked in, a single security operative following rather boredly behind him. Albert’s face was sharp, and lean, his pale hair slicked back as always, and his trademark shades hiding his full expression.

Jill nodded once to him as he entered. Her own pale hair was brushed back, now cut in a short bob like it used to be…save for the paler hue…and she had a pair of sunglasses of her own. Aviators balanced delicately on her nose, meant to shut out the light that had become all the more intense to her sensitive eyes.

She smiled slightly, and gave the security operative a little wave “Thank you. You can go.”

The security agent hesitated for a moment, but then nodded, and gave a salute.

Jill and Wesker were left alone together.

Wesker crossed his arms, a posture Jill knew well that he took when he was feeling guarded, or worried.

“Wesker. Been a while.” Jill said, before crackling her knuckles and gesturing with her head towards the door. “You’re gonna be with me today, just a little field training exercise to brush you up on battlefield survival training.”

“Lead the way, Jill,” he said. “Or should I call you Agent Valentine?”

“I’m an asset of the project, just like you.” Jill chuckled softly, before hitting the button by the door, sending an alarm rattling off to the control room.

While she waited for the Ok to unlock the door, she put a hand on her hips. “For old times sake let’s stick with Jill.”

“For old time’s sake, then,” he agreed, looming as he walked close to her. It was almost impossible to know what he was thinking.

The ok came, and the light flashed green as the doors began to grind open wide. “You’ve got that face on again, Wesker.”

“To my regret, it’s the only one I have, Jill.” There was a very slight pull at his mouth like a smirk. “Or did you mean something else?”

“Ha ha ha” She mimed his old laugh, a smirk on her face as she took her first step into the chilly air. In her combat shirt, and with her usually over-warm body it hardly bothered her as she stepped out into the fenced off courtyard.

“Same, Albert. But I meant that face you make when you’ve got something on your mind that you aren’t planning on sharing with the room.”

“An interesting observation. Did this training exercise require you to pry into my thoughts?”

“If I told you , wouldn’t that defeat the purpose?” She asked , tilting her sunglasses enough to wink at him with one of her inhuman eyes, before pushing them back up. “Come on, Wesker. I’ve got authorization to transport us to the mountains.”

Wesker paused, and met her gaze for a moment, then nodded, and followed her. “I’m surprised that you did get authorization. I would have thought they wouldn’t trust me with you. Or perhaps the reverse.”

Jill glanced off to the side with a slight frown. The truth of the matter was…they didn’t. After all, she had a long history with Captain Albert Wesker, from their time in STARS to her time serving him in Tricell as his deadly right hand…where he’d saved her from the brink of death and rebuilt her to be like him.

She flexed her gloved fingers ,a special pair that left her trigger fingers open the the air, and forced a smile.

The truth was she’d pretty much forced the issue with Chris, who’s history with them both went just as far back. Days of begging, of pressing the issue. Favors from her beloved old partner who’s word carried massive weight in the project. The others were dubious, but in the end his word won out.

So now here she was. “I made a good case.” she said to Wesker. “and I can handle myself just fine, no matter what happens.”

“Heh. Well, far be it from me to underestimate you,” he purred. He stood close enough to her that her arms brushed, and Jill suspected he was watching to see how she’d react.

She stilled her reaction to a hint of a smile, her arm brushing back against his as she turned and pushed the gate open for him with a wink. “You’d better not, Albert. You know exactly what I’m capable of.”

Her grin turned a little feral as she gestured for him to pass through, her skin still prickling from the contact. “After you.”

“Exactly what you’re capable of? My, my, Jill, don’t tell me you haven’t improved at all since we last saw one another.” He smirked at her, as he stepped in first and looked around.

She flushed a bit, making a soft ‘tch’ sound against her teeth as she followed, letting the gate slam shut behind her.

“Oh, trust me Captain Wesker” she purred. “I’ve gotten a hell of a lot better since we parted.”

She gestured with her thumb to a helicopter pad to the left of them, down a path lined with fence and sniper towers “We’ll be air dropping down from one of the organization choppers to the mountain outdoor training facility.”

He walked with her toward the pad, giving a careful look at the sniper towers. “I see. Sounds…. Out of the way.”

There were guards there…likely from the mercenary squad trained by the Grim Reaper himself, watching them both carefully as Jill walked them nonchalantly towards the helipad.

“It’s one of our quieter facilities.” She said “It’s meant to be a little remote to simulate the survival experience.”

“Is there really a difference between reality and simulation?” he asked, raising his chin.

“Little bit.” Jill cracked her knuckles. “The sims are fun and all , but I’ve always been a more physical type. There’s just a little somethin’ that the sims can’t manage, even with all the tech involved.”

It wasn’t a facility that was often used, though…the sims were intensive, and for human trainees…perfectly realistic. But her enhanced senses weren’t 100% fooled by the stimuli for full immersion…

And you couldn’t do what she wanted to do in a monitored sim.

“I see. Reality it is, then.” He waited for her beside the helicopter.

Flinging open the door, she hopped inside, offering her hand down to him to help him up. “Just you and me, Wesker. And our pilot, for now.”

He hesitated for a moment, and then took her hand in his glove, letting her help him up, though he clearly didn’t need the assistance. “For now.”

She gripped his hand tight, her smile hiding the sudden hit of memories that flashed through her mind.

An open helicopter door over roaring flames, a hand and tentacles twisting in the air. The final blast of an RPG.

Her gloved fingers dug into his for a brief moment before she hefted him into the helicopter, away from danger that wasn’t really there.

“Alright, big guy. We’re off.”

She turned and gave the pilot a thumbs up as she slammed the door shut. “drop us at site 4, Nighthawk”

“Roger, Valentine.” the pilot returned the thumbs up with a nod, as the rotors began to spin.

Albert leaned against the wall of the helicopter, perhaps waiting for Jill to sit down first. He had his arms crossed again, eyes invisible behind his shades.

“This is all too familiar, hm?” he said.

Jill settled down on one of the benches, peering at him through her own dark sunglasses. “Yeah, it really brings back memories, ‘Captain’…”

The whir of the chopper’s blade reached a crescendo, and the helicopter began to take off towards the mountains behind the facility.

Wesker sat down across from her, and the edge of his lip tugged slightly. A smile? “Some of them aren’t even awful memories, perhaps.”

Jill leaned on her hand with a wry smirk. “I got a few decent memories of helicopters and us scattered among the ups and downs.”

She pointed towards him “Remember that time Vickers jumped so high when the engine backfired that he hit his head on the roof? Poor guy made a dent.”

Wesker snorted softly, sounding amused. “Didn’t the idiot end up with a concussion as well?”

Jill nodded her head, leaning back on the cool metal of the helicopter “Yep. Wound up in the hospital and everything”

He shook his head, a little smirk at the edge of his lips. “What a pity.”

“Yeah.” She was quiet a moment before she said “I put in a petition to see if we could bring him back too, actually. Least I could do given he helped me escape Raccoon City. Poor bastard.”

Her smile faltered , but she shook her head after a moment and flashed a grin back at Wesker. “So…it’s been a while since you were in the field proper, right?”

“Indeed. They’ve had me under laboratory conditions only since…. I’ve been back.” he too seemed almost grateful for the change of subject.

“Stuck with the eggheads all day, every day. I know your pain, you know.” She laughed as the mountainside flew by below them. “When I was first brought back it was nothing but needles and tests and ‘monitoring’ for ages.”

She tilted down her glasses again to meet his eyes “but now it’s time to stretch our legs. Think you can keep up, Wesker?”

“I’m eager to answer that question as well, Jill,” he purred, looking her over. She could see his eyes a bit, behind his sunglasses, probing her.

She kept her stare focused on his, a silent bit of communication that reminded her too strongly of their days together with Tricell.

“I think you’ll be surprised.” she said cheerfully. “I’ve had a lotta training once I got them to stop using me as a pincushion. I was even there when that village turned into a fungal hell on earth.”

“I’ve only heard a little about that incident, admittedly. I suspect elements are being kept from me.”

“It’s real hush hush cloak and dagger shit.” Jill leaned on her hand “There’s some stuff that went down that Chris and co are waiting for the right time to disclose.”

The helicopter dropped into a hover above a lonely helipad, half overgrown with mountain flowers and weeds. “I only know a bit about it ‘cause Chris wanted me in his Houndwolf Squad. Sent me to do recon around town to see what I could glean about the Lords and their Mother Miranda.”

She pointed “You probably met her. Tall. Tired looking goth scientist, sometimes a little goopy?”

“Hm. It does ring a bell, yes.” He nodded, and looked down over the spot the helicopter was hovering over.

It was a simple concrete helipad. It wasn’t exactly kept up, it seemed, given the flowers growing through cracks here and there, but it was functional enough to do its job as Nighthawk eased the copter down to a foot over the stone.

“You’re clear to go, Valentine.” He called back, as Jill nodded and grabbed two small packs from the cargo shelf .

“Alright, let’s get this show on the road!”

She hopped out onto the stone with an easy grace, and stepped away from the copter to give Wesker space to disembark.

Wesker hopped right after her, barely seeming to move as he did so, and lingering near her, waiting to follow.

She tossed him one of the bags with a thin smile, before waving to the copter.

Nighthawk nodded and moments later the helicopter was pulling away.

Once it was a spec in the sky, Jill turned back to Wesker “…alright. We’re all alone here, Wesker. There’s not much in the way of cameras, not anymore, and it’s just you and me and the elements.”

“Not much in the way of cameras, or no cameras?”

Jill ran her hand through her hair, before putting it on her hip. “no cameras when there’s not an active training exercise going on. I took some steps to ensure they weren’t installed before we got here.”

“I wanted a little privacy.”

“Jill, I am going to ask you a direct question,” he warned her.

Jill Valentine crossed her arms, staring him down through her sunglasses “And I’ll give you a direct answer.”

“Did you bring me out here to kill me?”

Jill stared at him for a moment, and her lips formed a hard line “…of course not.”

She turned, and started walking down a path and towards the rocky, sparse forest beyond. “Chris and I already killed you once. I’m not doing that again.”

Wesker followed after her so silently that for a moment she wasn’t sure he was following her, until his shadow loomed over her.

Caught up in his shadow, she continued on into the trees, balancing herself on a rock and turning to face him again. “I’m not letting you go like that. Not again.”

Her fingers gripped the tree, her inhuman strength splintering the branch in her grip. “…i don’t want to lose…I don’t want any of us to lose you like that again.”

Suddenly, for the first time since that tentative shoulder brush, Wesker touched her. His gloved had was suddenly on her shoulder. “Jill…”

Jill met his eyes, letting the broken branch drop to the ground behind her. Her shoulder trembled just the slightest under his touch. “So no.” She said in a low and serious voice. “I’m not here to kill you.”

He squeezed her shoulder. “I’m sorry.”

Jill moved quickly, but what came next wasn’t a strike or other attack, but a firm and almost pouncing hug as she embraced him to her chest “I know. I know you are. Me too.” she murmured “…I needed to talk to you, Albert. Away from the scientists and their cameras. There’s shit I gotta say.”

Albert wrapped his arms tightly around her in a strong, tight hug, his chin on top of her head. “I could not bring myself to hope.”

She laughed softly against his chest, pressing her cheek to him enough to listen to his heart “I bet.” she murmured. “a lotta shit happened, both before you were gone and after.”

He squeezed her tightly, and she felt his cheek warm against her hair. “I suppose I missed a lot.”

She nodded against him, squeezing a little tighter “…it never ends, Captain. You’ll have to get caught up…soon.”

“If they’ll let me,” he said, sounding a little more flat. “I feel like I’m being kept on a very short leash– up til now anyway.”

“Me too.” She admitted “…Chris trusts me, but a lotta the others don’t. Because of my involvement with…everything.”

She finally looked up at him “but how about this…if we can talk , I’ll tell you everything I know where they can’t hear.”

His stoic expression curled slightly into a smile as he looked at her, and he nodded. “I’d be very pleased, Jill.”

Jill nodded, reaching up to brush her fingers over his chin and cheek “It’s probably why they wanted to keep us apart.” She said wryly. “..but I’m happy to.”

“I’m surprised they don’t have snipers trained on us,” he drawled. He leaned into her fingers and straightened up, scanning the skyline.

“Chris knows if I even caught wind of one of the project’s snipers anywhere near us, I’d be furious.” she murmured, glancing along the skyline as well. “…he trusts me even if nobody else does, and people listen to him when he gives an order. We should be good.”

“Its good– and surprising– to hear that he still trusts you. Even after…”

“After tricell?” Jill said. “Yeah…trust me, I’m shocked he trusts me every day since then. But…” she leaned on a tree “…even though he knows I wasn’t really brainwashed…he still trusts me. We’re partners, since the old days. And he knows I had my reasons.”

“That’s… encouraging,” he said, leaning in close to her. “I haven’t been alone in a room with him yet. We… haven’t spoken.”

JIll sighed “yeah, well…he’s been a bit in his own head lately. Ever since Ethan and the mutamycete.”

Her fingers curled and she lightly punched the tree trunk. “he’d been shutting down. He’s getting better now that the project’s up, but..” she hesitated “…i’m not surprised.”

“Hmm. I’m not pleased to hear that,” he sighed. He put a hand on her shoulder. “But the two of us can talk here, it seems. Well played.”

Jill spread her arms “I’m not as dumb as people take me for.” She smirked “even after all this time…I did start life as a thief, and I used that skill to steal us a little time alone. Time to work shit out, get some things off our chests and work off a little steam…boss.”

Albert’s troubled expression smoothed, and a slight smirk formed on his lips. “How funny to hear that from you again after all this time. What do you have in mind?”

“Isn’t it?” Jill smirked “or should I have you call me boss now?” she joked. “As for what I had in mind.”

She cracked her fingers and stretched “we’ve both been denied the chance to really stretch our legs and see what we could do, haven’t we?”

“I’ll say,” he agreed, watching her. “So we’re going to get in a little exercise, hmm?”

“What better way to work out everything out than with a little physical exertion.” She said , meeting his eyes through her shades. “Like the old days.”

She shifted, hand on her hips “I’m still how you remade me, you know. Only far more honed.”

“Let me see what you’ve learned, Jill,” he said, beckoning her with a hand.

Jill moved like a flash of dark lightning, springing up and off the tree with superhuman speed. She made a grab for his glasses as she passed, a wide grin on her face.

“You asked for it, boss”

Her fingers almost touched the ear of his glasses before he sidestepped her, quicker than the strike of a snake. I It wasn’t clear yet if she was faster than him now, or if he’d been waiting.

Jill turned, dipping down into a sweeping kick. “I’ve practiced, you know. Found ways to get faster, and hit harder. Might just be on your level now, Captain Wesker.”

Wesker dropped at the same time, grabbing her ankle, and catching her as she kicked, redirecting her momentum to slam her against the ground. “You’re faster, Jill. I’ll give you that.”

Jill wheezed out a gasp of breath, hitting the dirt hard enough to knock the wind out of her…but it didn’t stop her from flinging her elbow up and into Wesker’s chin.

“Wouldn’t wanna let you down, boss.” She growled “not again. Not like Tricell. So I got better.”

Jill felt her elbow connect with Wesker’s chin, just barely, before he moved, quick paces away from her. “Jill… Hm.” He smiled. “Good.”

JIll’s eyes narrowed behind her glasses, a smile on her face despite the pang in her heart. “Been a while since I got a compliment from you.” She pushed her glasses up as she braced herself in the dirt.

“Still love it.’

He chuckled, a low noise in his throat. “My my.” He move at her suddenly and swiftly, and she didn’t quite have time to react before he grabbed her shoulders, and slammed her back into a nearby tree.

Jill’s back hit the wood, splintering it at the impact site. He was still fast, it seemed…just as fast as he was way back then. She squinted at him through her sunglasses, taking a deep and shuddering breath.

“Looks like you haven’t lost your touch. Even without Uroboros” She tensed herself against the tree, her heart pounding in her chest.

“Uroborus was not the upgrade I had hoped it would be,” he said, pinning her tightly under him for a moment, waiting to see if she’d be able to break loose. “As I’m certain you surmised.”

“Sorry I didn’t warn you in time.” She murmured, for a moment her genuine regret leaking into her tone. “I fucked up.”

And with that, she used one leg to kick off the tree, and the other to knee the man in the gut.

The kick had enough power to knock him backward, though he evaded the knee. She watched him adjust his glasses as he started to pace around her.

“You can’t be blamed. It was already too late for me. The mind had begun to be affected.”

Jill dropped into a crouch, almost animalistic in her posture as she waited for him to move, eyes tracking him behind her glasses.

“I still wasn’t fast enough to help you. I let Excella put that shit in your veins, when I should have just snapped her neck.”

“Regrettably, the first treatments occurred before you were awake,” he told her, watching her carefully as she crouched. There was almost a blur as he lept toward her.

Jill leapt, far too high for a human, catching a branch and swinging around it before propelling herself up into the tree, leaning on the branch and watching for where Wesker was to end up.

As he passed where she was, she dropped directly in his line of movement with a foot aimed for his throat.

“I shoulda waked up faster then.” She growled. “Or…or done more in Arklay. Or not flung my stupid ass out a window with you after you offed Spencer!”

The foot connected, and he reeled for a moment, before coming at her again, leaping like an animal at her and knocking her to the ground underneath him.

“And done WHAT ms. Valentine?” he demanded, his nose close to hers, an his sunglasses falling down to show blazing eyes.

“Stopped you from eating yourself alive like a fucking oroboros” Jill growled. “reminded you that your team. That WE were there for you, if we only knew what was happening!”

Her sunglasses had fallen halfway down her face as she lay, pinned nose to nose against him. Her own eyes blazed the same as his as she grit her teeth.

“I would have made sure you didn’t leave us, and that we didn’t leave YOU, Captain”

He slammed her against the ground by her shoulders, his body heavy on top of her. “We can wish all we like, Jill. I can wish I would have listened to you. But one thing we cannot change is the past. Do not tempt me to try to find a way.”

Jill grunted as her body slammed into the ground again, her arms reaching up to grab the man by the shirt, nails digging into the fabric. “Don’t think the lab boys would like that, Wesker.” She breathed “I can’t change the past, but I sure as hell can feel shitty about it. About all the hurt and the loss and the pain.”

She yanked his shirt. “And it ain’t even the kinda pain I like.”

“That makes two of us, Jill. Perhaps we can subsume the psychological with the physical, for now.” he slammed her down again, and moved like a snake to grab her by the neck.

JIll flushed, her whole body hot. It was always hot, a quirk of her altered anatomy. But when the captain’s fingers closed on her throat, the heat ratcheted up within her.

“Gah.” She hissed between her teeth “Maybe we should, Cap. I bet you’re real pent up.”

Her knee pressed against him, her legs scraping along the ground as she writhed under him. “I still heal up just as well as before. That never stopped.”

“Is that so?” he drawled, his gloved fingers tightening around her neck. She heard him breathing a little heavier. “It sounds like you want me to hurt you, Jill.”

Jill’s own breath hitched as his fingers tightened, and her nails reached up to claw into his sides in response. “Just like old times, Albert Wesker.” she hissed through a grimaced grin.

He made a slow rasp in response, and his elbow slammed into her side. “Do you think of it fondly, then?” he growled. “I’d been wondering if I should apologize.”

Her breath came out in a ragged gasp, and she dug her claw-like nails into him as she caught her breath. “Let’s just say it’s a fond memory…I don’t get the opportunity to get as physical as I used to. People just don’t get how resilient my body can be.”

“Then I’ll be more than happy to oblige you.” He grunted as her nails dug past the padding of his clothes, and into his body. He forced her tightly to the ground between his knees, his grip tightening around her throat. “I’ve always loved watching you gasp for breath.”

“You’re sadistic like that.” She wheezed as her throat constricted. But all too soon her words died, leaving her gasping, struggling for the next breath. It wouldn’t kill her, no…in a fashion she was far beyond death by such simple means. But the sensation of pulling too little air into her oxygen starved lungs, and his grip on her throat…

It excited her.

Her eyes narrowed, cat-like slits tightening as she writhed under him, dragging her nails down his side. “B-boss..” she murmured.

His expression turned hungry, and he leaned in and pressed his lips to her open ones, kissing her hard.

Jill Valentine’s lips met his, kissing back with all she had. Her whole body prickled with excitement as her tongue brushed against his teeth. She could fight back, push him away. But she’d missed the sensation of his hand on her throat and his lips on hers.

His grip on her didn’t lessen, her head swimming a little as he pushed his tongue into her mouth, and nipped at her lips. After a long, breathless moment, he finally released her, grabbing her shoulders and slamming her down again.

She only had time to take in one sharp breath before her back slammed down on the ground below. Something snapped, and a hot rush of pain rolled through her body, bringing a feral grin to her lips. “Oh Captain.” She coughed, “you shouldn’t have.”

“Eager as ever, aren’t you, Jill?” he smirked, pulling her chin toward him and kissing her again. It was a familiar dance– when she had been with him at Tricell, the captain had been quite rough with her…

Her fingers tangled with his shirt, yanking the fabric as her chin arched up into his grip, forcing their lips to meet again. This time, there was the tangy taste of blood from whatever rib had decided to snap, and begin the process of knitting back together.

It was an old dance, one she hadn’t been able to dip into since those very days. Everyone knew how fast she could heal. Everyone knew how hard it was to hurt her…but nobody was willing to give her the aggression she craved. Too afraid of hurting her…or just too afraid of her.

She’d always enjoyed, in those days, the Captain’s roughness. The feeling of being put in her place after a bit of aggressive back and forth…her tongue pressed against his, as she writhed below his powerful body.

He held her down now, kissing her deeply, kissing her with the kind of hunger she hadn’t felt since their last days together. To think that they were together again now. She had watched him die.

Maybe the captain was thinking the same thing, with how tight he was holding on to her.

Her fingers clawed at his shirt, catching the chest underneath as she kissed him with a kind of blind desperation. She’d helped kill him. Told how to poison him. Gave Chris the rocket launcher. She’d all but pulled the trigger on his last moments in flame.

But now he was back, no longer on the brink of madness…and she could touch, feel, and hold him as much as she wanted, even if the lab wanted to keep them apart. Her lips pressed breathlessly to his, not wanting to let go.

Breaking the breathless kiss, he rubbed his cheek against hers as he kept her pinned down, and he licked the side of face. It looked like there was plenty he wanted to say, but for now, the communication between them was physical. He roughly groped down her body, tearing at her clothes.

As the buttons popped on her military-esque uniform, her shirt peeled away to reveal the special surprise she’d put on just for the occasion.

Instead of lingerie, Jill wore the half-open battle suit from her Tricell days, kept safe and sound in her quarters for years now, taken from organization to organization. A sturdy, handsome number of deep blue that clung to her figure and accentuated her curves.

She shivered, arching to nip playfully at his ear. “Surprise , boss.”

Unflappable Albert Wesker made a noise. His fingers stroked over the body of the suit, over Jill’s hips and stomach. “You still have it.”

“Been holding onto it for years.” She murmured , arching her body under his. “Helps that it’s a good combat suit…but it’s mostly the sentimental value.”

She yanked at his shirt, popping a few of the buttons herself. “I wanted to give you a surprise if we managed to get this far.”

“I have to admit I very much liked the way it looked on you,” he said, tearing strips of her outer clothing off to expose more of the suit. His enormous strength made short work of the fabric.

The project’s standard uniform fell away in tatters, revealing the tight combat suit that covered all the way down her legs, and up her shoulders. It was open, however, revealing her scarred chest (a large and oval shaped scar from the regulator he’d had installed while the viruses altered her systems), and the upper curve of her breasts.

WIth a huff…she tore his shirt open as well, looking up at him through askew sunglasses.

Jill tore away cloth to reveal nothing but her former captain’s flesh; his pale, muscular torso warm against her fingers.

He put a hand on her chest, not roughly for the moment, but tenderly.

Jill’s fingers rested delicately on the man’s warm chest, the two of them feeling their mutual heartbeats in the quiet moment. Her own skin radiated an intense heat.

She remembered the moment the regulator came out, just as she remembered the moment it was put in, to preserve her then-fragile life. And that scar was the permanent memory of that.

She traced her fingers over his skin with a small smile.

He leaned in, and kissed her lips more gently this time. “I certainly left my mark on you.:”

Jill sucked softly at his lower lip. “In so many ways.” She said with a quiet purr to her voice. “I ain’t exactly the same woman who walked into the STARS office anymore.”

“None of us are quite the same as then,” he agreed, leaning into her. “Not even Chris, despite the front he seems to be trying to project.” He stroked her cheek with the back of his hand.

She leaned into the touch with a soft coo of a sound. “He’s changed more than most. As much as me, at least. Barry, even Becca’s still more or less the same. Smarter and more skittish but..Redfield. My partner’s changed a lot.”

She met his eyes “It’s not all bad. We’re what’s needed now, right?”

His thumb brushed over her jaw, “I suppose that we are.”

Jill leaned into his touch, her fingers resting on his chest. “We’re all different. We’ve all changed…but the world has too.”

“Not for the better, from what I’ve been able to glean.” His jaw tensed for a moment, and then he kissed her again, hard and suddenly.

JIll’s reply was cut off by his lips, but it didn’t take much to let her melt into his sudden rough kiss.

She gripped him tight, kissing him deeply and passionately in the cold mountain dirt.

He held her tightly against him, and words were out of the way again.His fingers went for the zippers of her old suit.

She shifted, arching her back to press her leather-clad breasts against his chest, a brief impairment to his fingers on the zippers, before nipping his lips and dropping back down.

Just like old times , she let him undress her…strip her from her battle suit and see the other side of JIll Valentine. The side that wasn’t out there on the battlefield, fighting for her life every day.

His leather gloves stroked over her now exposed flesh for a moment, before he pulled them off, and tossed them tucked them into one of his pockets. He reached his hands back up to her breasts, tracing his fingers over the center of her chest beforehand.

Jill shivered, his bare fingers against her bare chest, the touch along her ultra-sensitive skin raising goosebumps and a reverberation of mild pleasure. “Boss,.” she murmured. “It’s been a long time.”

“Too long. And longer for you than me,” he bit at her mouth, his warm hands squeezing her breasts, as he ground his hips against her, the both of them tangled on the forest floor.

JIll’s fingers hooked into his shirt, moving to pull it away, fingers reaching for the bare flesh she’d marked up earlier during their tussle around the trees. “Yeah…I remember the last time…and years and years without you.” she sucked at his lips, biting back at them in short little nips as she raised her hips to grind back against him.

“We’re here now. Let’s not waste the moment.” The shreds of shirt fell away from his chest, and he moved his hands down to undo his pants.

JIll nodded, reaching down to brush his hands, before undoing the button on his pants for him. “We ain’t gonna waste a single second.” she whispered in his ear “I’ve got you here and now, and I’ve missed you too badly to let that slip away, sir.”

The two of them fell into one another’s arms, the cold ground not an impediment to either of them, despite their heightened sensitivity. Years of locked away intensity spilled out between them in their passion.

Jill held him, loved him, and refused to let go. It was a release. A release from years of grief and desperate longing, and a release from guilt, as well as one of passion and need. No matter what, JIll knew the captain wouldn’t be far..and she wouldn’t leave him ever again.

It was a long time before the two were finished, and finally laid spawled together, spent more than once. Jill lay on top of Wesker’s large form and he looked up at her, his sunglasses discarded in the intense entanglement before.

Jill’s own sunglasses were somewhere in the bushes, a problem for later. She rested her arms on his chest, propping herself up enough to meet his eyes…her own much like his. “Captain Wesker.” she whispered. “It’s good to have you back.”

He cupped her fingers under his chin, and favored her with a rare, soft smile. “It’s good to be back, Jill.”

There were problems, still, many problems to face. The state of the world, the project’s restrictions on their freedom, Chris…. But for now… for now they could relax, together.

And for Jill , that was enough. Right now, it was just them and the cold mountain air.

The world could wait.