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grace ashcroft

❤︎ Something New - After a work trip you had, Grace is overcome with desire for you, leading to the two of you having sex together for the first time.

✿ A Helping Hand - You find Grace in an old care center after she got kidnapped by Victor Gideon. In the midst of a panic attack, you quickly rush to her side to comfort her and tend to one of her wounds.

❤︎ Drunk Dances - Your plans backfire as you drag Grace to a party, have one too many drinks, convince her to dance with you, and end up fucking her in the bathroom.

ada wong

✿ Wrong Place, Right Person - While in rural Spain on a government mission, you get injected by the Las Plagas. Ada finds you while the virus is taking over your body and saves you.

claire redfield

۶۟ৎ Late Night Relief - Stressed and exhausted from studying for finals, Claire comes to visit you and help provide some relief... by eating you out.

✦ A Not So Happy Ending - You stumble into the Raccoon City Police Department with a bad bullet wound on your thigh, where Claire finds you. She tries her hardest to save you, but it's already too late.

jill valentine

۶۟ৎ Misfortunate Encounter - On your own mission as a mercenary, you didn't expect to bump into a BSAA agent, but certainly never expected to fall for her either...

bela dimitrescu

✿ Unexpected Visitor (1/2) - In an attempt to flee, you unknowingly find yourself in the Castle of Dimitrescu, where you are hunted by its residents. One resident, however, has the urge to protect you and keep you safe while also dealing with her strange attraction towards you.

❤︎⁠ Secret Love Affair (2/2) - After escaping the Dimitrescu Castle, you couldn't stay away, even after your relationship with Bela had become a little... uncertain. Overcome by your need for Bela, you end up sneaking back inside.

What you were doing was ever so reckless, even putting your own life at risk, and getting killed in ways you couldn’t grasp your mind around by Lady Dimitrescu if she ever caught you alone or with Bela. 

But you didn’t care. 

After that day at the castle, when you were found by one of Bela’s sisters and had to sneak out, you followed Bela's instructions and eventually found yourself in that exact wheat field, hiding out in one of the small cabins uphill. It wasn’t like you had anywhere else to go in the town without the risk of bumping into one of those mutant things again. 

It was the middle of the night when you heard a quiet knock at the door. You could hear the slight tapping of rain against the windows as the sky was engulfed by fog. When you peered outside, you saw Bela standing at the door, covering herself with her cloak. 

You quickly ran to the door, unlocked it, and swung it open, pulling Bela inside with you. The short contact of you holding onto Bela allowed you to feel the slight shivering of her body from the cold, night air. 

“Are you alright?” Was the first thing Bela asked, holding your face in her hands. She felt cold to the touch.

“I’m fine… are you?” You narrow your eyes at her, but she ignores your question. 

“I was able to convince Mother that you escaped. I assured her I knew nothing about you being at the castle and told her I saw you climb out a window before I could get you.” You nodded your head at her. You were safe… for now. 

“You’re freezing,” you noted. The cabin itself had no ventilation, and the strong outdoor breeze didn’t help. Bela was still shaking, and she seemed pale. 

“I’m… sensitive to the cold,” Bela admitted quietly. You grabbed her hand and led her to a small bed, sat her down on it, then grabbed a spare blanket and draped it around her shoulders. It was the least you could do to help her after she spoiled you for days at the castle.

“I know a few days ago, you mentioned something about a parasite. I’m assuming you’re not… human, given the fact your sisters can transform into flies?” You stood in front of Bela, trying to come up with an appropriate way to voice your questions. “Are you a vampire?” You accidentally blurted without a second thought. 

Instead of Bela giving you a dirty look or getting mad, she let out a soft chuckle. “No… not a vampire, at least not how you humans define it. My sisters and I were injected with a parasite that causes our bodies to be held together by flies and also prevents us from being hurt. Though our weakness is cold temperatures.” Bela pauses for a moment. “That being said… we also rely on human blood as a way to feed our hunger.” 

Bela looked at you, weary, as if that fact would have scared you away, but you continued to stand in front of her, motionless as you tried to tie everything she told you together in your head in a coherent manner. 

“Well… I’m a human. Nothing too interesting about that,” you attempted to joke, though Bela didn’t laugh this time. She seemed to be preoccupied with fighting off the cold as she hugged the blanket closer to her body. 

You felt conflicted about your feelings. You wanted to kiss Bela again. You missed her–even though it had been less than a day–but you hadn’t considered that Bela wasn't human and how that would change things. And the fact that anywhere you would go with Bela, one of you wouldn’t be safe, whether that be the castle or somewhere in this cold, winter village. 

Even the mood in the air felt… off. Nothing romantic about it. 

“You should go back to the castle. I don’t want you to get hurt out here just so you could stay with me.” Bela looked up at you. She wanted to put up a fight, but if she did stay here much longer, her body might start shutting down. 

“Perhaps we can meet again under better circumstances. Such as during the day when the air is not as bitter,” Bela replied, standing up from the bed and letting the blanket fall from her shoulders. 

You nodded, biting the inside of your cheek. You were confused about how everything suddenly turned so awkward. Should you kiss her before she left? Or even hug her, just to provide some warmth? 

Bela had already left before you could finish contemplating, leaving you alone in the dark cabin. You wish you had proposed a better plan. Only agreeing to loosely meet another day would be difficult, as you had no form of contact with her. God knows if you were ever to see her again… 

…

The next day brought more warmth to the air. 

You found yourself walking around the familiar parts of the village. The parts that were far from where you saw any of the mutants. Your body craved food as your stomach constantly growled. You prayed that one of these buildings would have anything for you to snack on. 

Fortunately, after walking into a small house, you stumbled upon a small pot containing some type of soup. Scooping some into a bowl, you lifted it to your lips and drank some. It was cold and, frankly, a little stale, but it was enough to settle your stomach.

There wasn’t much to do in the village with the mutants crawling around, and you suddenly took Bela’s chambers for granted, where you were blessed with books and even fancy, fresh food. 

Who would blame you for occupying your time in… other ways? 

You weren’t sure how you started, but as you were leaning against the headboard of the small bed back in the cabin, your eyes caught the blanket Bela had on the night before. You leaned over to grab it, then brought it to your face, where you could catch her familiar floral scent. 

The next moment, the blanket was tossed aside, and your hand had slipped into the waistband of your shorts–shorts you had taken from Bela’s dresser. Maybe it was all the built-up tension from the past few nights with Bela. When the two of you had begun kissing but before it could go any further, the moment got interrupted and never continued. You just wanted to relieve that tension… 

Imagining Bela’s touch. When her hands delicately washed all the dirt off your body in the bath, or when she gently held your hand while tending to your wounds. The way that same scent on the blanket kept overwhelming your senses when she leaned close to you. How she paid attention to the small details, such as remembering your favorite candies and bringing them to you. The feeling of her lips on yours, her hands rubbing against your waist, and her lips sucking against the sensitive skin of your neck. 

Your hand rubbed against your clit, trying to feel anything. Whining pathetically in the empty, stale air. Completely lonesome beside the occasional gawk of crows. If the intention wasn’t erotic, the scene would have been depressing. 

With a groan, you pull your hand out of your shorts and let your head fall back against the headboard. This wasn’t working, and it only left you feeling worse than before. You needed to do something before you purposely walked back out to the village and right into the hands of one of the mutants. 

…

It was pure idiocy. This was the reckless behavior that may cost your life if you mess it up. 

Standing in front of the entrance of the Dimitrescu Castle once again. A castle you would have never thought you’d ever say you were familiar with–if not for the tours Bela had given you of it. 

Pushing open the doors, you scan the surroundings. You didn’t hear anything. The castle was quiet, and the lights were dim. It was what you were hoping for by coming late at night. You just needed to get past the main hall and up the stairs to Bela’s chambers. 

It had only just occurred to you what Bela would think of you sneaking into her home. Enraged? You were trespassing, but this time, it was intentional. And you knew she wouldn’t want you coming with her sisters still trying to hunt you. 

It was too late now to turn back as you slowly climbed up the stairs. Somehow, the stairs that never made any noise suddenly creaked with each careful step and echoed through the open room. You hoped you were making the right choice…

Once you made it to Bela’s room in one piece, you stood idle at the door. Should you knock? Or just walk in? But would she freak out if someone barged into her room unexpectedly?

“What in Miranda are you doing here!?” Bela hissed, snapping you out of your daze. You stared at her, lost for words. 

Bela grabbed onto your arm and yanked you into her room, shutting the door behind her. Oh, how you missed her warm touch…

“I– well–” You had no idea how to explain yourself. You were a wretched mess and attempted to touch yourself for relief, but it didn’t work, so you snuck back into her home–where you almost died last time you were there–in hopes she could do something about it? 

“You are mad…” Bela murmured to herself, walking back over to her bed where she plopped down onto it. You must have woken her, as she was wearing her nightgown and the blankets on her bed were tossed to the side. 

“I’m sorry. I–I was going mad without you…” You sheepishly admitted. It was the only thing you could say without embarrassing yourself with your arousal. 

Bela lets out a sigh before gesturing with her fingers for you to come towards her. You comply, and as you approach her, you notice her legs are open, leading you to step in between them. When her hand brushes against your hip, you try to fight back a groan. 

“I leave you alone for a few hours, and you miss me this bad?” Bela whispers, edging into a teasing tone. Leaning your face down towards Bela’s, your nose bumps into hers. 

“Bela…” You whine before pulling her into a kiss. Your hands slip into Bela’s hair, and you lean in closer to her. The emptiness and coldness that you once felt on your skin now vanish as Bela’s hands drift up and down your sides. 

When Bela moved her body back on the bed, she wrapped her arms around your waist and pulled you into her lap, where you were straddling her. 

You felt drunk. Drinking in Bela’s kisses like they were alcohol. The initial sweetness of it then causing you to feel ever so lightweight and euphoric. 

“Darling…” Bela murmured hazily multiple times, trying to get your attention. You peel open your eyes and lean back slightly from her lips. You mumble a hum. “Darling… can I taste you?” Your body heats up, your mind momentarily spiraling. 

“Huh–Taste me? Like–” You stutter out but pause under the realization that she had meant your blood and not… never mind that. “Oh! I–Yeah, yep–” Why should you bother even opening your mouth anymore if you weren’t able to speak a coherent word… 

The approval was all Bela needed as her fingers drifted to the bottom of your shirt and lifted it over your head, tossing it to the side somewhere. You were left in your bra, but Bela didn’t even glance at it as her lips went straight to your neck. The moment she let her fangs pierce through the skin of your neck, you let out a pained groan, along with hissing a string of curses. Bela held you upright with her hands as you felt your vision partially blur. 

“Your blood is so intoxicating. The scent of it taunted me for days. You’re divine…” Bela whispered against your skin. She had begun to suck against your neck, drinking your blood. The sounds were completely and utterly filthy, but it nonetheless turned you on even more…

Once Bela was satisfied, she ran her tongue back and forth against the indentations, as if to soothe the skin, before pressing soft kisses against it. Her lips were painted in your blood as she looked up at you. 

“I hope you won’t wake my sisters with all the lovely noises you’re making…” Bela rubbed the back of her hand against her lips, wiping the blood off with a smirk. You stared at her in shock, unsure of how to respond. “I’m not done with you yet.” 

“Huh? Oh–” You started, but before you could continue, Bela pressed her lips against yours. All the while, she slowly turned your body around until your back was pressing against the mattress. She had begun to mess with the clasp at the back of your bra, blindly, until it popped off. You found it unfair that while Bela was stripping you, she remained fully clothed, leading you to attempt pulling her nightgown off. 

"So desperate…” Bela murmurs, helping you take off the nightgown as she sees your struggle. It felt captivating. Seeing the gown drop down on the mattress, revealing her soft curves, pale skin, perfect breasts… Your eyes caught onto each tiny mole along her torso. 

You couldn’t wait any longer. You needed Bela. To relieve all the strain you felt the past few days, along with the tightness and heat between your thighs… 

You grabbed onto Bela’s hand and slowly brought it down your front until it reached above your shorts. Bela locked eyes with yours for a moment before smirking and slowly pushing your shorts down. She kept making everything worse as her fingers lazily rubbed against your entrance through the fabric of your underwear. 

“So wet already, my darling?” The small pet name she had adapted for you made your knees go weak every time she said it. 

“Please–” Was all you could get out. Her teasing was overwhelming. 

“Since you ask so nicely~” Bela rubbed her free hand along your cheek before shoving your underwear to the side and pushing one of her fingers inside of you. Moaning loudly, your head fell back against the mattress, but Bela was quick to cover your mouth with her hand. “Shh… you must be quiet.” 

Quiet she had insisted, but it was hard to be quiet after she abruptly pushed a second finger inside of you. You bit the back of her hand to muffle your moan as your hips involuntarily buck against her hand. 

“There we go…” Bela whispers, beginning to pump her fingers inside of you. Whimpering, you grip onto Bela’s hips until your head began to feel fuzzy and your stomach started to feel tingly and funny. When you feel yourself come to an orgasm, a wave of warmth spreads through your body, followed by immense relief. 

As Bela slipped her fingers out of you, you closed your eyes for a few moments, trying to steady your shallow breathing. Bela looked at you with an expression you couldn’t quite read. Perhaps satisfaction with a mix of tiredness…?

“My darling… You did so well for me,” she murmured, running her hand down your face gently. “Come lay with me for a bit,” she added, shifting off of you and moving towards the head of the bed where she lay against the pillows and leaned over to pull your body with her. 

You dropped your head to Bela’s chest while she grabbed a blanket to drape over the two of you. Bela whispered quiet praises to you as you fought to stay awake, but your eyelids felt like bricks. Sleep won the battle quickly as you were soon passed out from exhaustion. 

…

If you wanted to, you could certainly find a way out of this village and back home, but you never tried. You couldn’t get yourself to leave Bela.

The next few weeks or so were spent sneaking around with Bela. Whether you would sneak through the castle and right to her room, where you would… pleasure yourselves, or when Bela would sneak out of the castle on warmer days and show you her favorite secret spots around the village. 

“Where are we going?” You asked Bela one day. She was walking with you past the main parts of the village, which caught you off guard, as you had never wandered this far with her. At one point, one of the mutant people jumped out at you, and Bela was quick to shove you behind her as she killed it with her hook. 

“If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise now, would it, darling?” Bela responded, causing you to fall silent. 

Eventually, after trekking up a large hill, you found yourself at a cliff overlooking the whole village with the castle looming in the distance. The thick fog covered some parts of the castle and village. The view was surprisingly breathtaking…

“Wow… out of all the spots you have taken me so far, this may be the best,” you say with a small laugh. You move towards the edge and sit down on the lightly dusted, snow-covered ground. After being in this village for quite some time, you had become more accustomed to the cold winter. 

“You look very pretty today…” Bela whispered, almost to herself, as she walked over to you and sat down. 

“Huh? What was that?” You teased with a slight smirk. Bela was not the type who would commonly express affection like that. You could hear the quiet huff of breath Bela let out, causing your grin to spread. 

“I said you looked pretty…” She admitted after a minute, avoiding your direct gaze. You crawled towards Bela and slowly pushed her to the ground, with your body hovering over hers. She stared up at you with her yellow eyes. “You are insufferable–” Bela began, but before she could finish speaking, you pulled her into a kiss.

Your first mistake was having too many drinks.

This ultimately led you to start forgetting simple details like where exactly you were. At the moment, you were dancing by yourself in the middle of the floor, surrounded by dozens of people. Cheap lights strobed around the room alongside a scratchy speaker blasting music. Although you didn’t like making a spectacle of yourself dancing in front of people, you were too drunk to care and–

Grace!

You dragged your friend–who would much rather be anywhere than at a party–here. You froze in place, eyes darting around the room in an attempt to find her. 

In a dark corner by the food table was Grace. She was leaning against a wall, staring at you, and as you turned towards her, the two of you locked eyes, and you immediately began to walk towards her. 

“Babe, you need to loosen up a little!” You joked, though the nickname caused Grace to blush as she averted her face from you. 

“I’m okay–” She started to speak, but you shook your head. You leaned behind her and grabbed a wine glass from the table before lifting her chin gently with your one hand and bringing the glass to her lips with the other. Grace hesitated but tried to down a few gulps. 

Grace tried to believe you were right, and the wine would make her less anxious and fidgety. Of course, she blamed the crazy atmosphere, but she knew deep inside that seeing you dressed in… more revealing clothing… was what really made her nervous.

When she finished swallowing the wine, you took it from her lips and brought it to yours, gulping down the rest of the drink. You should have stopped drinking three drinks ago, but you liked the feeling of being more carefree when you were drunk. 

“Come dance with me! It’ll be fun!” You exclaimed, placing the empty wine glass back on the table. Before Grace could resist, you grabbed onto her hand and began pulling her into the midst of all the other people dancing. 

“You–You know I can’t dance…” Grace murmured, rubbing the back of her neck with her other hand. You ignored her as you stopped in the middle of the floor. All around you, people were making out and touching each other like it would be the last time they could. 

“You don’t need to know how to dance; you just need to go with the flow,” You replied, demonstrating a lazy attempt at swaying your body with the beats of the song. Grace still stood awkwardly, not knowing what to do. 

Letting out a sigh, you grabbed both of Grace’s hands and placed them on your hips. Grace froze in place, but you felt her hands slowly press into your hips and tighten her grip, maybe out of a nervous habit. You paid no mind as you wrapped your arms around her neck and tried to sway both of you to the music. 

“See? This isn’t so bad,” You whisper to Grace, and she let out some sort of a huff of laughter. “What?” You question back, laughing with her, but Grace shook her head. 

“I’ve never danced before,” She spoke after a few moments. You weren’t too surprised by her comment, knowing how quiet and introverted she was, but you still felt touched she let you drag her to this party. 

“Well, there’s a first time for everything, right?” You responded with a smirk. 

After dancing for a few minutes, your bodies had begun to move closer together to the point where they were pressing against each other. While you never noticed, Grace was hyper aware of it. She was also hyper aware of the fact that sometime between the songs, your hands had drifted into her hair and had started to play with the ends of it. 

Grace didn’t like admitting to herself that over time, she had begun to develop a crush on you. She didn’t want to destroy the friendship she had with the person who truly understood her. All this time, she tried to compress it inside of her and try to forget about it, but it was all resurfacing now. Feeling your touch on her was making her feel like a horny teenager. 

Suddenly, someone bumped into you, which ended in you stumbling forward into Grace. Because the two of you were so close, the bump caused your lips to brush against Grace’s for a split second. 

As the stranger mumbles some fake apology, your eyes lock onto Grace’s lips. 

“I–Uh… I’m sorry–” Grace stutters out, trying to look anywhere but your face. You could practically feel the way Grace’s heart was rapidly beating against her chest.

Something heavy came over you–caused by the warmth growing in between your thighs–where you grabbed hold of Grace’s hand and began to pull her through the crowd of people. 

“W–Where are we going?” Grace questioned. She was worried she did something wrong and you were about to ditch her somewhere, but instead of dumping her somewhere outside, you were bringing her inside one of the single-stall bathrooms. “Why–?” Grace started, but you were quick to interrupt her. 

“Can I kiss you?” You murmured breathlessly. Hell, if you knew why you sounded out of breath. Grace seemed to gawk at you in shock for a moment, completely frozen in place, but the moment her head finally nodded, you crashed your lips against hers. 

In the back of your head, you always felt something with Grace. Something you often tried to ignore because Grace was too sweet. Too gentle to ever even consider the thoughts you would sometimes have about her. If it wasn’t for all the drinks you had, you never would have even tried to make this bold of a move. 

You weren’t one to messily kiss someone, but with Grace, it was completely different, as the two of you were stumbling backwards until Grace’s back hit the wall, with you pinning her in place. You also never expected the kiss to go this far or even last this long, but Grace never pulled back from your lips. 

“Grace…” You groan as her hands greedily run up and down your sides, gripping your hips. She didn’t respond, as she captured you in another kiss. “Fuck–Can I touch you?” For a second, Grace stiffens, and you think for sure you pushed too far. You pulled back from the kiss, ready to forget everything that just happened and convince yourself that it meant nothing and the two of you could continue being friends. 

“Y-Yes…” Grace whispers, trying to capture your lips again. You stand astonished but snap out of it when you hear an impatient and needy moan from Grace, making your stomach dissolve into butterflies. You let her kiss you again as your hand starts to wander down Grace’s front and to the waistband of her pants. 

When your hand reaches the cloth of her underwear, you immediately feel her wetness that soaked the fabric. You curse to yourself as you slip your hand inside of her underwear, and the moment you push a finger inside of Grace, she lets out a moan against your mouth. 

Thankfully, you had no concern about being heard, as the music from the party was currently blasting outside; it made it hard sometimes to hear the sweet sounds Grace made for you. 

“This means something, right? We're not doing this just because we’re drunk?” You ask between kisses. Maybe not the best time to ask that question while you were on the verge of slipping a second finger inside of Grace, but you wanted the confirmation. 

“You’re the only one who is drunk, and–yes… it does," She finally spoke. You let out a quiet noise of contempt before pushing that second finger into Grace, who moaned loudly again and let her head fall to your shoulder. 

“God– We need to do this somewhere better next time and not against a bathroom wall.” Grace blushes at your comment. She wouldn’t want anything more than to do this again, that is, if she doesn’t die of pleasure here first. 

Your eyes almost blur at the feeling of Grace grinding against your hand. You let out a stifled moan, letting your free hand slip into her hair. 

The intoxication and ecstasy you felt didn’t last, as an abrupt pounding against the bathroom door caused the two of you to freeze in place. 

“Hey! Hurry up! Some of us need to use the bathroom!” A voice shouted from outside. 

Realizing your fingers were still inside of Grace, you quickly pulled them out, which didn’t go too well as Grace whimpered against your shoulder. You couldn’t help but laugh slightly at Grace and the whole situation itself. 

“Sorry…” You whispered, sheepishly, as she glared at you. “We can… get out of here if you want. Continue this somewhere a bit more comfortable?” You suggested, and Grace couldn’t even look at you with how red her face was.

“Hm–Oh… yeah–” She rambles, but you already had hold of her hand again and were pulling her out of the bathroom. 

It wasn’t supposed to turn out like this. 

You came to a small village in Europe to relax and spend some time with your family, and it was all great… at first. Your mother would make her homemade soup, which you used to love as a child, and your father would show you around the village, introducing you to all their neighbors. You finally spent some time connecting with them after years. 

Then it all turned for the worse. 

You couldn’t explain what happened entirely, but right after the roosters sang their morning wake-up call, the village broke out in a panic. They were all getting attacked by these large, mutant people. The villagers were getting their guts ripped out left and right. You were basically stepping over dead bodies as you walked around outside. 

Unfortunately, both your parents were outside when the village was attacked, and now, they were… Never mind that. You were hiding inside the house until things settled down–which did take quite a while. You could hear carriages crashing into other houses with fires growing rapidly in the distance. It was all a disaster. 

Now, you needed to find a way out. All the main gates were blocked off from debris. Your best bet was going deeper into this god-forsaken village. 

You caught on very quickly that you needed to be quiet. As you walked, you saw an old man run outside, yelling for help, and in that instant, one of those mutant people jumped out and killed the man in front of you. You were covered in blood as you ran away until you eventually fell into a pile of muddy dirt.

When you stood back up, you were faced with a large stone door that was cracked open. You quickly got back up and pushed it fully open before closing it and sealing it shut. Maybe it would keep those crazy people out… 

Walking down the pathway, you could see a large castle peeking through the clouds, and you gasped. Your father briefly told you about the castle and something about it being filled with “nothing but blood and death.” It didn’t matter what he said now. If you stayed in that village any longer, you would be gutted dead just like everyone else.

The atmosphere was eerie as you walked across a bridge leading into a large archway. It was foggy out and very quiet aside from the occasional caw of the crows. 

You eventually made it to the castle’s entrance after walking through some type of shack and a very old graveyard. The architect reminded you of something from the 1800s. It was very elegant and detailed. 

As you pushed the heavy set of doors open, you were greeted with loyalty. A red carpet lined the floor with a staircase that led to a portrait on the wall of three girls. Warm candles were lit around, and everything was clean–not a dust particle in sight. This place couldn’t be abandoned like you were told…

It was all breathtaking, but you couldn’t get distracted by its beauty. You needed to find a way out, so you turned to your left and pushed through a door, leading into a slim hallway. There was a staircase descending down, and as you approached it, someone came from the right, and you bumped into them. Your foot caught on something, sending you backwards. Before you could hit the ground, an arm wrapped around your back and pulled you up.

It was a woman. 

She had blonde hair and very distinctive facial features. She had dark lips, some type of symbol on her forehead, and her eyes were a golden color with dark eyeliner around them. She was wearing a hood over her head that was connected to a long black dress. Your eyes drifted to her tight corset that fell low on her chest and–

“My apologies,” The woman finally spoke. Her voice almost sounded radiant… and oddly soft. 

“Shit… I–I didn’t know someone lived here–” Your voice kept faltering. After everything that happened, your guard was high with the mindset that everyone in this village was out to kill you. 

“Fear not… I will not hurt you, but my sisters will if they find you. You must leave quickly,” She responded. At the mention, you could hear the distant sound of voices laughing. As the woman realized her arm was still around you, she gingerly removed it. 

“Uhm–Where do I go–” You began to stutter again in a frantic. The castle was huge on the outside; you would never be able to make your way around it without getting caught. 

“Just run!” She began to gently push your back towards the staircase, and you snapped out of your frozen, shocked state. You ran down the staircase, and when you looked back, the woman was gone. 

What did that woman mean? How would her sisters hurt you? But oh, was that woman stunning… 

Suddenly, as you entered a large room, the sound of laughing grew closer, and a swarm of flies flew closer to you. They began to transform into two women who were dressed similarly to the girl from before. There was nowhere to run as one of them approached you and pushed you backwards onto the floor. 

“Mm… you smell of sweet blood,” the woman whispered as she hovered over you. She had darker hair, and you assumed these must be the sisters. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the girl from before, hovering away from her other two sisters. 

“Mother would love you,” The other sister called out as the two of them wrapped their arms around your legs and quickly dragged you down a hallway. After everything, you were now going to die in the prettiest palace you had ever seen… 

“I bring you fresh prey, Mother,” The same sister says after dropping you against the wall in another room. It seemed to be some type of bed chamber, but there was a very tall lady sitting in one of the chairs. 

“Thank you, Cassandra,” the lady replied as she slowly stood up from her chair, placing the glass of wine she was drinking down on the table. She was extremely tall… You could barely make out her face due to the large hat she was wearing on her head. “Let’s see what we have here,” She added before making some type of hand gesture. 

The two sisters who dragged you to the bed chamber approached again and stabbed large metal hooks in both of your hands. You cried out in pain as the hooks began to lift you off the ground until you were hanging near the ceiling. 

“Let’s devour her flesh now, Mother!” The sister, Cassandra, exclaimed with a smile as she lifted a knife to her lips. Your eyes were blurring from the heavy loss of blood as you took short breaths. 

“Now, now. We must wait until I talk with Mother Miranda.” The lady walked up to you, where you could get a better look at her. “Until then… I’ll feed off your pain,” She murmurs with a smirk. The sisters began to laugh as the lady slowly walked out of the room with her daughters strolling shortly behind her. One hesitated at the door until she knew the rest of them were gone where she quietly closed it.

“Hey, can you hear me?” She asked in a quiet voice. You force your eyes open and see her familiar face and blonde hair looking up at you. You mumble something incoherent as your head bobs slightly. 

The blonde bites her lip in concern as she walks over to the other side of the room and pulls down the lever that originally brought you up. Something gets jammed, and she walks back to where you were hanging to figure out what went wrong. As you tried to weakly wiggle your hands free, the hooks suddenly broke from the chains, and you fall... right on top of the girl. 

You let out a pained groan as the girl’s arms wrap around you to catch you. You felt nauseous from both the blood loss and lying on the girl to the point you were almost straddling her. 

“I’m fine–” You slur out as you try to lift your body up from hers, though you just end up rolling onto the floor beside her. Her? Gosh, you still didn’t even know her name. Maybe you would just call her an angel who came to save you if you ignore the fact that her sisters and mother want to kill you… 

“Come quick, I must hide you somewhere,” She said, standing up from the floor and brushing dust off her skirt. Without missing a beat, she grabs hold of your hand and pulls you up, causing you to bump into her front, but she pays no notice. Some type of cloak suddenly wraps around your body, concealing your figure. You didn’t remember her having a cloak?

“Where are we going…?” You question, but she shushes you as she begins to walk outside the room. You couldn’t see where you were walking as the cloak completely covered your surroundings, but you still seemed to trust the woman. It almost caught you off guard how warm the woman felt. After running around in the cold, winter village for hours, you felt like an icicle, but the warmth the woman radiated under her cloak felt like something from a cozy fireplace. 

As you were zoned out in your own mind, you hadn’t realized the woman stopped walking until you almost bumped into a wall. The woman’s hand quickly grabbed onto your arm to pull you back. When she uncovered her cloak, you were now in another bed chamber, like the one from before, but smaller. 

“This is my chamber, no one will find you here,” The woman reassured. You looked around in awe. Everything was so expensive and detailed. The bed was huge with the most elegant headboard, the walls were lined with golden patterns, and even the carpets felt like they were made out of pure silk. All you wanted to do was collapse on those soft bedsheets and sleep all your troubles away. 

“Please sit,” The woman said, pointing to her bed. You snapped your head up with a peep but then looked away, embarrassed. She thankfully didn’t notice as she was already walking to her dresser across the room. You slowly stepped towards her bed before lowering yourself onto the comforter. It was as soft as you imagined as you ran your hand over it and–

Shit! Reuniting with the mysterious woman again made you completely forget about the bloody wounds in both your hands from getting impaled with hooks. Your hand was still actively bleeding, causing some of your blood to drip onto the comforter. 

“Oh my god, I’m so so sorry–” You spat out, running your still bloodied hand through your hair. Even after staining the woman’s comforter, she wmalked over to you with a soft smile. 

“Do not worry,” Was all she replied with as she sat down on the bed next to you. In her lap was a small white container, and when she opened it, you saw medical supplies inside. “I do not think I ever properly introduced myself under these… crazy circumstances. I am Bela. Bela Dimitrescu.” The way she pronounced her name with that accent was captivating. 

You introduced yourself to Bela, and Bela let your name roll off her tongue. It sent shivers down your spine. 

Once Bela carefully grabbed one of your hands and held it in hers as she cleaned the blood off with a wet cloth, was when the pain started to come back to you. A sharp, stinging feeling made you wince and groan alongside the feeling of rubbing alcohol touching the bare wound. 

“I know it hurts… My apologies…” Bela whispers to you, rubbing her fingers against your arm in an attempt to provide some comfort. You shut your eyes tight as she continued to tend to the wound on your hand before she eventually wrapped it slowly with a cloth. 

“What is this place? And how is it so different from the local village?” You ask Bela, in hopes of distracting you from the pain, as Bela starts to tend to the wound on your other hand. 

“I’ve lived here my entire life, and I have rarely ever seen the outside world. Mother keeps us safe here. She told us that she keeps us here to protect us from the parasites outside that almost once killed her.” Never seen the outside world? Well, it wasn’t like the village was all that compared to this castle. Your family grew up basically in poverty here, while Bela and her family grew up in royalty.

“My parents used to tell me stories about this castle. Stuff about it being filled with death,” You tell her after a few moments with a nervous laugh. Bela didn’t laugh with you, though. 

“Your parents are not wrong. My Mother and sisters kill any villagers who wander into our home and…" She pauses for a moment before continuing. "This castle is not safe.” You don’t push her, and instead, shift your focus back onto your hand that was currently being wrapped in cloth. “I shall start up a bath for you. I see you covered in blood and dirt. Let me clean you up.” Bela stood from the bed and began making her way to another room, or, presumably, the bathroom, before you could argue. 

As you walked into the bathroom, you saw Bela leaning over the bathtub as she started up the water and gathered various soap bottles. You stood awkwardly in the doorway, fidgeting with the cloth on your hands. Were you supposed to undress in front of her…?

“I won’t look,” Bela said casually, like undressing in front of her was no big deal. Maybe it was the lack of energy you felt that made you start stripping away your clothes. As Bela had promised, she did not look as you pulled off your shirt and climbed out of your pants. She turned away as you stepped inside the bath and submerged yourself in the water, though you weren’t sure if a small part of you hoped she would look at your naked figure. 

“Thank you… for the kind hospitality,” You murmur quietly, trying to relax your tense muscles in the bathwater. She smiled warmly at you again as she leaned over to grab a washcloth. You couldn’t help but look at her exposed cleavage near you, and you wanted to slap yourself for the disrespect. 

“My pleasure,” Bela replied, squeezing some soap onto the washcloth before lifting up one of your arms and scrubbing away all the dried blood and mud. You felt tingly, like a child who was finally able to stay up past their bedtime. 

Her hands were gentle and steady as she scrubbed and washed your skin. She moved them in slow, up and down motions on your arms, legs, shoulders, back, and briefly your chest. You felt inclined to take hold of her hands and pull them down further, but stopped yourself before you could do anything stupid you would regret. A kind stranger was offering you safety and pampering, and you were acting like your hormonal teenage self.

“Mm… all better now, hm?” Bela asked as she stood back up. You look up at her and nod. The warm water had not only calmed you down but also made you even more tired. “I'll go fetch you a towel and a nightgown,” She added before disappearing into the bedroom. 

You weren't sure how long you should stay in the castle. Of course, you would stay with Bela, who was offering, but you didn't want to overstay your visit to the point of being a burden, though you also didn't want to stay long enough with the risk of getting caught by her sisters or mother. 

“I'll leave you to change now,” Bela said as she strolled back into the bathroom with a towel and nightgown folded in her arms. She placed them both on a stool next to the bathtub before leaving the room once again. 

You carefully stepped out of the bathtub and wrapped the towel around you. You couldn't help but think this was all a fever dream… 

The nightgown Bela had given you was a simple, white, silky dress that fell to your ankles. When you slid it over your body, you could smell a faint floral-like scent on it. It must be something that Bela had worn before. 

“Though I haven’t adequately prepared for an unexpected visitor, I must offer you my bed,” Bela told you after you walked back into her bed chamber. Your eyes widened slightly in shock. 

“Where would you sleep?” You question, walking over to her bed and sitting down on top of it. Bela shrugged, carrying over a spare blanket to you, which she had gotten from a closet. 

“Do not fret about me, I shall figure something out…” Bela responded with a small smile. She was staring down at the floor like she was considering sleeping there instead. You would not let her. 

“We can share this bed. It is quite big,” You blurt out before thinking. Oh, how you wish you could take back such a comment. You were so stupid and–

“Sure,” Bela agreed, catching you off guard. You didn’t expect her to agree with such ease to such an… inappropriate suggestion? 

Bela excused herself to the bathroom to change into her nightgown, leaving you alone with your thoughts. Maybe it would be best for you to quickly fall asleep now so you wouldn’t be forced to deal with the thoughts of you sharing a bed with Bela. 

Unfortunately, sleep did not come easily as you lay under the comforters with no desire to do so. Bela had already come back from the bathroom, wearing a similar nightgown to the one you were currently wearing, but it was black with small lace details. She climbed into the bed beside you and covered herself with the comforter. It was silent enough for you to hear Bela’s steady breathing. 

“Can you not sleep?” Bela whispered after a few minutes. You looked over in her direction and found her staring at your figure, some of her blonde hair falling over her face. 

“Hm? Oh, I’ll fall asleep eventually…” You replied, nervously laughing at the end.

“Are you sure? Do you need any food?” Bela questioned back, but you shook your head. 

“I'll be okay, thank you, Bela,” You replied, and Bela softly smiled at you. You would have never expected Bela to be so kind and warm to you when her sisters were so cold. You were still nonetheless grateful for that kindness… 

You try to close your eyes again, hoping sleep will eventually take over. Fortunately, the cozy blankets and warm bed chambers allowed you eventually to drift to sleep. 

…

When you wake up, your eyes snap open. You completely forgot where you were and were fully expecting to wake up on a random street back in the village or somewhere, surrounded by those mutant people, but were relieved to discover you were still in Bela's chambers. 

That relief did not last long, though, as you realized you were currently huddled up next to Bela's body, completely pressing into her. You quickly move back to your side of the bed, feeling your body heat up in embarrassment. Thankfully, Bela was still asleep, but it did not help any of your embarrassment. 

When you sat up in bed, Bela quietly groaned beside you as her hands lifted to her eyes to rub them. 

“Are you alright?” Bela mumbled, her voice slightly raspy from sleep. 

“Sorry, I'm fine, you can go back to sleep,” You reply, feeling guilty for waking her, but she shakes her head. 

“It's okay, I'm already awake.” Bela sits up in bed, running her hands through her frizzy hair. “I'll get you some clothes to change into,” She added before climbing out of bed and walking towards her dresser. She brought forward one of her black dresses that was neatly folded in her arms. 

“You don’t need to give me all this clothing… I can make do with what I already have,” You start, but she shakes your head. You felt like a burden as you kept taking Bela’s clothes from her but Bela didn’t see it that way. 

“I already told you, it’s okay. I need to go downstairs to talk with Mother, but I will sneak you up some breakfast food.” Bela disappeared as fast as she dismissed your worries. You found yourself watching her figure as she quickly made her way out of the bedroom. 

And that’s how Bela treated you for the next few days.

She would risk herself getting in trouble just to take care of you. Distracting her sisters when they came too close to her room, sneaking food up her dress from the kitchen to feed you, bringing you books so you wouldn’t get bored during the day, hell, even giving you a fucking tour of parts of the castle with the confidence that the two of you wouldn’t be caught. And you would be lying if all those little acts didn’t make your little crush for Bela grow. 

It wasn’t until one night that you actually did anything about that crush. When it was much past midnight, and everyone in the castle was asleep–or at least you presumed they were at the time. 

The night had started off completely normally. You were getting into bed as Bela was out of her room, looking for some late-night snacks. The two of you had begun to exchange stories late at night while lying in bed and would stay up for hours doing so. You may or may not have been rummaging through Bela’s dresser, where you found an old t-shirt and shorts. Although you didn’t mind the nightgowns, they were sort of uncomfortable because they would often ride up your legs at night. You had the belief that these clothes might have been more comfortable just for the night.

As you tried them on, the shirt fit fine, but the shorts were… shorter than you expected. They ride up high on your thighs, but before you could think any further, Bela had walked into the room. 

“Oh–Bela! Hey, did you find it?” You try to act normal, like you weren’t just searching in her nightstand. Although you didn’t notice, Bela was staring at your legs, specifically at how the shorts you were wearing barely covered your ass. 

“Yeah… Excuse me, sorry,” She quickly apologized and walked off to the bathroom while throwing a bag of some sort onto the nightstand. You walked over and picked up the bag, which contained various candies you once told her about. You were surprised and warmed at the thought she had remembered. 

Bela walked out of the bathroom after a few minutes. Her face was wet like she had splashed water on it, but it also showed hints of red on her cheeks. She didn’t speak of the matter of your clothes and instead, walked towards her bed and sat on top of the mattress. 

“Are you okay?” You questioned, noticing her flustered demeanor. As you began to walk over to where she was sitting, you tripped on a book that must have fallen on the floor earlier and fell towards Bela. Fortunately, you landed just fine, but your landing was lying on top of Bela’s body, which was pinned to the mattress by yours. How you managed to fall like this twice? Hell if you knew. Out of instinct, Bela’s arms wrapped around you in an attempt to catch you, but now, it caused your bodies to be even closer. 

You didn’t know what happened. You probably blacked out because the next moment where you were snapped back into your consciousness, your lips were planted on Bela’s. You were about to pull back and throw a fit of apologies until you realized Bela was kissing you back. 

The kiss… escalated fast to say the least. 

You were handsy, letting your hands drift to Bela’s hips and gripping them, almost to hold her in place against you. You almost missed the quiet groan she had let out with the feeling of your hands on her. 

The moment you tried to part Bela’s lips with your tongue, Bela wrapped her arms around you and flipped you over so you were the one being pinned on the bed. You let out a shocked laugh as your hands tangle into Bela’s hair, pulling her into another kiss. 

“What are we doing, darling?” Bela murmurs in between kisses. You felt a shiver down your spine at the pet name she had called you. 

“You tell me…” You whisper back, and Bela visibly whines. The two of you were a mess, kissing so desperately that you struggled to breathe, and you were touching Bela anywhere you could get your hands just to feel her. 

Of course, your euphoria from all of this didn’t last long, like any other good thing in your life. 

A few minutes must have passed, and in that moment, your hand was pushing one of the straps of Bela’s dress down to reveal the top of her black, lacy bra. Before you could speak, you heard someone screaming somewhere in the castle. 

“Cassandra!” It sounded like Bela’s mother. Both of you froze with Bela leaning back from your neck–which she was currently sucking on and definitely hard enough to leave a mark later.

“I’m sorry–” Bela apologized, sitting up on the bed and pulling her dress strap back over her shoulder. “I should go check on them,” Bela added. You felt selfish for being so disappointed. You didn’t even think anyone would be up right now. Your body felt cold now that Bela’s body wasn’t against yours. 

“Of course…” You started, but Bela was already running out of the room. It must have been urgent… You forced yourself not to think too hard about it. 

You told yourself you were going to try to go to bed now. The heat from… before had now died off, and you didn’t want to deal with the awkwardness from that moment when Bela came back, but sleep never came. 

You sat on the bed, mindlessly, replaying your kiss with Bela in your mind. You were so brainwashed by it, you didn’t even notice the bedroom door opening again. Snapping your head towards it, you assumed Bela had come back, but one of her sisters stood in the doorway. You had noted before that Cassandra had dark brunette hair, unlike Bela, but this sister had a strawberry blonde color to her hair. 

“Bela, Mother requested–” The sister stopped as she locked eyes with you. “There you are! Mother had thought one of those moroaică got to you, but oh how delighted she will be to learn you are still alive!” She beamed, running out of the room before you could protest.

Shit, shit, shit. You were for sure dead now, and you were alone. Bela couldn’t help you out of this one. 

You ran to the window across the bed, thinking you could maybe flee from there, but you were in the mountains and guaranteed your death if you jumped from it. You certainly couldn’t go wandering through the endless castle hallways knowing Bela’s mother would now be looking for you. 

Just as you thought all hope was lost, the door slammed open again, and Bela quickly ran into the room, shutting the door behind her. 

“Thank Miranda, you’re still okay!” She exclaimed, walking up to you and holding your face in her hands. “Mother knows you’re here, along with my sisters. You need to get out of this castle now,” Bela added. 

“There is nowhere for me to go–” You began, but Bela shook her hand, grabbing onto your hand and leading you towards her wardrobe. You stood still in confusion. “You want me to hide…?” You questioned. 

“No, there’s a secret passage behind it,” Bela replied, walking up to it and beginning to push it to the side. You stared in awe as the wall behind the wardrobe revealed a gap in the wall that led to a hole in the floor. 

“Wait– but Bela. I don’t want to leave you,” You blurt without thinking. When you realized what you said, you looked down in embarrassment. Bela grabbed both of your hands, holding them in her own as she waited for you to look up at her. 

“When you get out of the castle, follow the pathway down the village until you reach a wheat field. You’ll know when you see a stake that is dressed in a cloak and a hood. Once there, you hide in one of the cabins near the field and wait there. I will find you, and we will sort this all out.” Bela lifted one of your hands she was holding towards her lips before planting a small kiss against it. “Now you must go.” 

Out of greed, you leaned forward to capture her lips in one final kiss, which she thankfully kissed you back for a few moments, until she pulled herself back. Hesitantly, you let go of Bela’s hands and walked towards the gap in the wall, crouching down in front of it. You steal one last glance of Bela before climbing through it and descending down a ladder until you are in an underground dungeon prison. 

You trusted Bela. You knew she would keep you safe and protect you from her own mother and sisters, who were set on killing you for their own enjoyment. You had only hoped that once you made it out of the castle and to the place Bela was speaking of, she would keep her word and meet you there.

You had never expected anyone would find you. You were hiding in some sort of office, leaning against a wall while your leg continued to bleed out rapidly. It was a horrific scene. 

Your night had started normally. You got home to your apartment, jumped onto your couch with a bowl of ice cream, and were ready to watch the newest episode of your favorite TV show. The pitter-patter of rain hitting your window, alongside the vanilla-scented candle you had lit, created the most cozy atmosphere, but that was when everything came falling to shit… 

A loud explosion banged from outside. Maybe a bomb–you didn’t know, but it was loud. Shortly after that noise, you began to hear a series of heavy gunshots and multiple car crashes. When you looked outside your window, you saw fires igniting in the distance from those car crashes and sirens. Announcements were blaring, telling everyone to evacuate immediately and find somewhere to take shelter.

It was Raccoon City. Nothing out of the ordinary ever happened, that is, until today. 

When you left your apartment, people were frantically running around in panic as fires began to spread and tear down buildings. You were confused as you saw people launch themselves at others, screaming and yelling, while some didn’t seem affected at all by any of this as they moped around mindlessly on the streets. 

It didn’t hit you at first, but then it all clicked into place. Zombies, something you wouldn’t have imagined ever happening. You had only seen zombies in those cheesy, old movies that always seemed so unrealistic, but now, they encaptured the downfall of a city. 

You thought your best bet was taking shelter at the local Raccoon City Police Department. You were entirely wrong, as you encountered a type of policeman on your way there who was holding a gun. He wasn’t human, but he wasn’t a full zombie either. Nonetheless, he still had enough consciousness to shoot at you with the belief you had turned into a zombie, and unfortunately, the bullet went straight to your leg. You had to stagger the rest of the way to the police station until you finally arrived at an empty building. 

Before you got too weak, you wanted to look around in hopes you would find someone, but it didn’t last for long. As you wandered down a hallway, you felt sudden, sharp pains shoot through your leg. You ended up stumbling into some type of office room and collapsing against a wall. 

You thought it was over until you heard the sound of footsteps approaching in the distance. 

“Hello?” A female voice called out as she entered the room you were in. “Oh my god, are you okay!?” She ran up to your figure, crouching down in front of you. You could vaguely make her out in the dark room. Brown hair pulled into a ponytail with soft facial features and a striking, red leather jacket. 

“I never thought I would see another… human,” You say in shock. The woman gave you a confused head tilt as she looked down at your leg. She frowned, looking back up into your eyes. 

“Did you get bit…?” She asked hesitantly. 

“Oh–no, I got shot in the leg,” You reassured her. Everything had happened so fast, you could barely process it. 

“Can you walk?” She questioned, causing you to shrug. The woman stood up and extended her hand to you, allowing you to grab it as she carefully pulled you upwards. The quick movement caused you to stumble into the woman’s front, though she quickly wrapped her arm around your front to catch you. 

“Are you a part of the police?” You asked her after a moment. She still kept your arm around you until you regained your balance, and then she hesitantly let go. 

“No… I’m just a regular college student. Claire Redfield,” She replied with a nervous laugh and extended her hand out to you. You grabbed it and shook it slowly, introducing yourself. You noticed the softness and warmth from her hand as it held yours. “If I can find some medical supplies, I can try to stitch that wound,” Claire added, and you nodded.

Despite the pain and limp in your leg, you followed her outside the room. Claire remained close to you in case she needed to catch you again. It was comforting to see a human in the midst of all this. You only wondered if you would make it out of this police station alive to see her again…

“You’re really pretty,” You say bluntly without giving it much thought. You can see Claire freeze for a second before she continues walking, angling her face away from you. “Sorry…” You mumble with the belief that she was embarrassed. 

“No, that’s alright,” She assured with a nervous laugh. “If you don’t mind me asking, what happened for you to get shot in the leg?” At that moment, something grabbed onto your bad leg, causing you to groan in pain. You heard Claire curse as she quickly pulled you behind her body and pulled the trigger on her gun at something. You hadn’t even realized a zombie had grabbed onto you. 

“Shit, thanks…” You tell her as you follow her towards a staircase. “I’m not entirely sure, but on my way here, I encountered this guy with a gun, and I think he was turning into a zombie but still had some type of conscience that led him to shoot me,” You answered her question from before. 

“I promise I’ll help get you out of here,” Claire said with a small smile. You felt something in your stomach flip when she smiled at you. God… even though the world was falling apart, you still managed to develop a crush for someone you had just met. 

When you approached the staircase, Claire held onto your arm as she slowly helped you up each step. She was so kind and gentle. Though you never really had anyone to rely on in the past, you had never received the kind of treatment Claire was giving you right now.

While exploring the dark hallways, you found yourself asking Claire questions like how her college was or what she enjoyed doing. Maybe it was some type of trauma response to distract you from everything going on outside. Whatever it was, it worked because you found yourself becoming more relaxed as she spoke. 

“It’s so funny what people would do for those you care about. I have a brother who I hadn’t heard from in weeks, and his last known whereabouts was in this city, so I came here to find him. Turns out he’s somewhere in Europe right now, and I could have completely avoided this whole zombie outbreak,” She had said before pausing for a moment. “But then again, if I had, I would have never met you…”

You could almost physically feel your heart warm at her comment–even though your body was shaking due to the cold. You were wearing a thin tank top, and you were starting to believe the loss of blood was decreasing your body temperature. 

Without mentioning it to Claire, she took off the red leather jacket that she was wearing and draped it around your shoulders before you could protest. The jacket seemed to provide an instant warmth to your skin and had Claire’s scent on it–something sweet you couldn’t quite place. 

“Thank you,” You said almost sheepishly as you hugged the jacket tighter to your figure. 

“Of course,” Claire responded with a bright smile. “Wait out here for a minute,” She added when she stopped in front of a door. You complied as she held out her gun and slowly opened the door. Once confirmed empty, she wandered into the dark room with a small flashlight. 

When she came out a minute or so later, she was holding a roll of cloth in her hand. The glimmer of hope in her eyes made you almost feel sick to your stomach. The belief she could save you when you yourself didn’t believe you could be saved.

“I found something I could bandage your leg with! I couldn’t find any medkits, but this should hopefully stop the bleeding.” Claire already began to walk down the hallway, and you were about to follow until you were hit with a sudden wave of nausea. You tripped backwards and hit the wall behind you, causing you to fall onto the floor. Claire called out your name, running towards you. 

“I’m fine–” You reassure her, as you rub your forehead. With no stop to the bleeding, it was making you extremely lightheaded, and your mind was beginning to fuzz. 

“Stop that,” Claire responded, worried, as she helped you stand back up. This time, as you stood up, Claire’s free hand drifted to yours, holding it tightly. You felt a shiver run through your body from feeling her direct touch on your skin. 

“I’m just slowing you down…” You mumble, leaning your body weight into her side. She shakes your head and ignores you, carefully helping you walk back down the hallway and down the stairs. 

Claire brings you back to the main lobby and stops in front of a couch. She’s about to sit you down on it, but you stop her. The couch was stained with blood, so you instead settled on sitting down on the floor with your back leaning against the couch. 

“After this, I’ll find a way out, and we can get you to a doctor’s to help your leg,” Claire tells you, though it sounds more like a reassurance to herself. She sits down on the floor in front of you and lifts your leg, placing it on top of her lap. 

“After this, I think I should treat you to a nice dinner,” You joke back. A faint blush appears on her cheeks along with a smile she tries to hide, and it’s all you could ask for. 

As Claire begins to slowly wrap the bandage around your leg to stop the bleeding, you feel your eyelids start to become heavy, as well as your head feeling empty. Slipping into unconsciousness, Claire quickly notices you and shakes your shoulders to wake you up. 

“Hey– Don’t fall asleep on me now… please…” Claire whispers the last plea to herself, holding your cheek as she forces you to look up at her. “Shit… Okay, you stay here and I’ll… I’ll go look for an escape.” Claire lets go of your cheek as she stood up. She stands still, hesitant to leave you by yourself, but you usher her to go with your hand. You had no more strength in your body to walk around, let alone even stand. Claire seemed to sense that as she finally left, quickly making her way into a dark hallway. 

You tried to think about Claire while she was gone to distract yourself. Her bright smile, her soft touch, her pretty voice. Anything to try and make you forget you were slipping closer and closer to death. The longer she was gone, the harder it was to think, as the extreme loss of blood seemed to prevent you from it. 

By the time she came back, you were already drifting back into that same unconscious state with your head lolling to the side, but you forced yourself to keep your eyes open so it wouldn’t distress Claire anymore. 

“God, I’m so sorry, I can’t find any way out that isn’t barricaded, locked, or surrounded with zombies,” Claire kept cursing to herself, and you could see her cheeks were stained wet from tears. She gingerly lowered herself to the ground beside you, bringing her legs up to her chest. 

“You already know what I’m going to tell you…” You whisper, but Claire shakes her head. 

“I’m not going to leave you,” She chokes out, and you swallow the lump in your throat. You had already accepted your fate. You were going to die here, but you would rather die here from a bullet wound than become one of those zombies. It wouldn’t have been so difficult if it weren’t for the thought of leaving Claire alone… 

You cautiously lift your arm and wrap it around her shoulder, and without missing a beat, Claire leans her body into your side, laying her head against your shoulder. It pained you to feel the subtle shake of her body against yours. 

“I’m not leaving you until you…” Claire pauses but doesn’t finish her sentence. She refused to say anything regarding your dying out loud. You complied with her, nodding your head, as your hand began to run through the strands of her ponytail slowly.

You sat in silence for a little while as Claire let tears run freely down her face, and your hand stroked her hair to provide any comfort. Eventually, you started to tell her lighthearted stories. Stories that were as stupid as like that one time when you completely fell face-first into a rain puddle during a thunderstorm. It not only distracted you from everything, but also Claire. She smiled as you told the stories and occasionally let out a soft laugh. 

Unfortunately, the moment didn’t last as the sound of a loud helicopter snapped the two of you back to reality. Claire’s head shot up, almost in a protective manner, at the sound. 

“That’s your way out, Claire,” You told her, but Claire wouldn’t look at you. She was determined to bring you with her, but you knew it was no use. Any movement caused your body to ache painfully, and you were barely hanging on anymore. “Claire, look at me.” You grabbed her chin and forced her to turn your face towards you, though the movement was very weak. “Go.” 

Catching you off guard, Claire leaned forward to press a kiss against your lips. It felt more painful that you didn’t have enough strength to kiss her back than the bullet wound actively bleeding on your thigh. 

When she pulled back, she brought her thumb and rubbed it against your bottom lip for a moment before taking a deep breath and dropping her hand.

“Try to get out of this alive, will you?” It was the last thing you wanted her to promise you. Claire nodded as she slowly stood up, gripping her gun tightly so it wouldn’t fall out of her shaking hand. As the helicopter sound got louder and closer, you waved your hand, urging Claire to go. She finally turned around and ran back down into the dark hallway, and you watched her disappear for the last time.

It was finals season, and you felt like you were on the brink of death from exhaustion. You spent your hours huddled at your small desk in your dorm. Your laptop sat on the table alongside tons of papers and a cheap cup of coffee. You thought that if you stressed any more, your hair would start falling out… 

Suddenly, you heard a knock at your dorm door. You assumed it was your roommate at first, but when you opened the door, you saw your beautiful girlfriend, Claire, standing in front of you.

“What are you doing here?” You asked in confusion. It was late, and you were in sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt–far from looking your best. Claire also didn’t live close to you. She lived on the opposite side of the campus, which was a long walk to say the least…

“I missed you…” Claire mumbled, wrapping her arms around your neck and pressing a soft kiss against your neck. “You won’t answer my messages, and I haven’t properly seen you in so long.” She normally wasn’t clingy like this, but you weren’t mad. She was right anyway. You haven’t spent much time with her ever since you started to prepare for your finals, and you felt like a bad girlfriend for it.

“I’m sorry, baby… You know I don’t mean it, I’m just really stressed and busy at the moment,” You try to reassure her, rubbing her cheek with the back of your hand. She frowned slightly, unlatching her arms from your neck and stepping inside your dorm to look around. 

“Is your roommate gone?” She suddenly asked, and you nodded suspiciously. Catching you off guard, she grabbed your hand and pulled you towards your small bed, carefully pushing your back down against it. 

“Claire, what are you doing?” You question, but she places a finger against your lips. 

“Shh… I hate to see my lovely girl so stressed. I just want to relieve you for a little bit,” She whispers, climbing on the bed in front of you until she is straddling your hips. She holds your face gently in her hands and pulls it towards her into a kiss. You immediately kiss her back, missing the feeling of her lips against yours and the sweet taste of her. When her tongue slips into your mouth, you let out a muffled moan. 

Your hands instinctively go to Claire’s blouse and begin to fumble with the buttons. You only manage to get half of the buttons undone, but under her blouse is a red, lacy bra. Fuck, she was so beautiful…

After a few minutes, Claire’s hands drift to the waistband of your sweatpants, hovering there. “Can I?” Claire asks, pulling back from the kiss, and making you groan in disappointment. It suddenly clicks with you what she wants to do. You nod, feeling your stomach do a small flip. 

“You’re such a sweetheart… so caring,” You murmur with a small laugh as she carefully pulls off your sweatpants. Claire wastes no time as she pulls her hair into a ponytail and leans down until her face is near your thighs. 

“You only deserve the best,” Claire whispers again as her hands slowly push your thighs apart. She presses a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh and then begins to suck against your skin to leave a small love mark. You try to relax your shoulders and clear your mind of all your exam thoughts. You still felt so tense, even though Claire was trying to make you feel better. 

“Shit–” You groaned out as she pressed another kiss against the wet fabric of your underwear. “You’re going to kill me…” You feel Claire’s breath against your thigh as she lets out a small chuckle. You lift your hips as Claire slowly pulls off your underwear, throwing it off to the side. You yelp as she grabs your legs and puts them on top of her shoulders. Your breathing was already heightened even though Claire hadn’t done anything. Maybe a combination of stress from studying and anticipation. 

The moment Claire’s mouth touches your clit, you feel like melting into the mattress. She begins to press soft kisses against it before she begins to suck on it. You let out a curse, though it came out more as a moan, and fisted the sheets beneath you in your hands. You could feel your thighs tightening slightly around her head as she began to suck at your clit, and you tried to loosen them. 

“Don’t worry about your legs…I don’t mind being suffocated by you while my head is in between your thighs...” Though you couldn’t see Claire, you could hear the grin in her voice as she teased you. It didn’t take long before Claire began using her tongue, dipping it in and out of you. 

You were a moaning mess. Your head hurt, but for all the right reasons. Your vision was even starting to blur with pleasure. God, you didn’t know how much longer you would last. 

“Mm– Claire… I’m close–” You groan out, digging the back of your head into your pillow. At some point, Claire’s hands were brought down to your hips, holding you down against the bed to prevent you from squirming. You almost let out a sob as you feel one of Claire’s fingers slip inside you, her mouth still kissing and sucking at your clit. 

“So beautiful… so soft… so tastfully sweet…” Claire praises against your pussy as her finger moves around inside of you. It was all becoming so overwhelming, and it did not get any better when she slipped another finger inside you. 

As Claire hits a spot with her fingers, it’s as if everything just falls apart. Your orgasm came quicker than you could blink. Claire removed her lips from your clit but kept your fingers inside of you to help you ride out your orgasm. 

“You’re doing so good for me, my sweet girl,” Claire whispered, and you didn’t even have the energy to respond to her. You felt like you wanted to scream, but your throat felt parched from all the moaning.

You were panting by the time you finished and didn’t even notice that Claire removed her fingers from inside of you. She carefully lifted your legs off her shoulders before bringing her hand up to her face. Her fingers were covered with your cum, but she seemed unaffected as she brought them to her lips and licked them clean. She was seriously going to kill you… 

When you finally calmed your breathing, Claire crawled across the bed until she was next to you. She leaned against the bed frame and pulled a blanket across your legs to cover you. 

“Do you feel any better?” She asks as you move your head to rest against her chest. Her arm wraps around you, and she plants a gentle kiss against the top of your head. You nod at her truthfully. Although you still had to study for your finals in the morning, you did feel relieved, and your stress had disappeared. It was the most you could ask for during a time like this. That, and a beautiful girlfriend by your side who sacrificed her own pleasure to make you feel good. Just a few more days of this before you could forget about everything, and instead, focus all the energy you spent studying on Claire.

The mission was supposed to be simple. In and out. But it got so much more complicated than that…

Although it wasn’t your proudest moment, you worked as a mercenary and spent your days traveling around countries, obtaining samples of viruses, and then bringing them back to people who did God knows what with them. You didn’t care as long as it paid you well. You were basically a professionally trained spy. 

Now, you were assigned to the mission of obtaining a sample of the “Progenitor” virus in remote Europe. You were told it was created by someone named Albert Wesker, who was tied to the Umbrella Corporation. You weren’t worried, you never were. 

Until you met a lonesome girl while traveling through an abandoned building. She had a small pistol in her hands, with a swarm of zombies closing in on her. Yes, you weren’t necessarily the best person, but you also weren’t evil, so you had to help her.

“Watch out!” You shouted at her. When she ducked, you started shooting your gun at the zombie’s heads. They turned towards you, but you had already killed all of them before they began to advance. “Hey, are you alright?” You questioned as you stepped over the zombie’s bodies. 

“Yeah… thanks,” The girl responded. You would have been lying if you said the girl didn’t catch your attention. There was something almost… captivating about her. She had her brown hair pulled in a simple ponytail and was wearing a tight blue jacket. “Oh–I’m Jill. Jill Valentine,” The girl, or Jill, added after a few moments. She looked like she was about to extend her hand to you, but kept it to herself. 

“Jill…” You say, letting the name roll past your lips. You tell her your name, spinning your gun in your hand idly. “What are you doing out here? I’m assuming you’re not on vacation?” You joke, earning a small grin from Jill. 

“Unfortunately not… I’m with the BSAA and was sent to deal with some bio-terrorist weapon.” You cock your head at her. Intriguing, and although you were set on doing these types of missions alone, Jill may be of some benefit to you. “What about you?”

“Ah… I’m a government agent.” You lied. You couldn’t let her know you were a mercenary, especially since you heard about the BSAA and how they were designed to destroy bio-weapons. Most likely the bio-weapon that you needed to bring back… “This weapon wouldn’t happen to be a virus?” You curiously inquired. 

“Yes, it is… Were you also sent to destroy it?” Jill questioned, and you just nodded at her, lying again. “Well… maybe we can accompany each other since we’re after the same thing.” You found her cute. 

“I could use the extra help,” You said with a smirk. You mindlessly offer your hand to Jill, which she takes, as you help her step over the bodies. 

The two of you exit the abandoned building and continue walking down a main path. This part of Europe was a lot of open land, hill-like landscapes, and very few signs of life. It was a perfect place for someone like Wesker to hide out while making a highly illegal bio-weapon.

“So… do you know much about this virus?” You questioned in an attempt to make conversation. You were hoping Jill would have any information that would make it quicker and easier for you to find this place where the virus was kept. 

“I don’t know much specifically about the virus, but I know the man who is behind it. His name is Albert Wesker, and he used to be a part of my team when I was in the police force. He strives to gain as much power as possible, and I need to stop him and this virus before it gets out of hand.” You had rarely met people who were quite as ambitious as Jill. It was all so alluring. 

No. You needed to stop. You couldn’t get attached to Jill. After all, you two were on two different sides, and after you find a sample of the virus, you would leave and never see her again. 

“I have a vague idea of where his hideout may be, but it would still take at least a few hours of traveling on foot to arrive,” Jill added. You nodded at her but didn’t speak back. You both fell back into silence, but it seemed like Jill didn’t like it. “Could you tell me about yourself?”

“There’s not much to know,” You responded. It was true. You lived a bland life, just trying to survive. You never truly had anyone except yourself. It was the harsh reality you had to live with. 

“Well… is there any reason for you becoming a government agent?” Of course, you had a reason–not to become a government agent, but why you became a mercenary. 

“It was my only way of surviving. I lost everyone from the T-Virus, and it was a way to protect myself as Umbrella Corporation kept growing stronger.” This time, you spoke truthfully to Jill. You don't know why you suddenly spoke honestly and let vulnerability slip past your facade. It was dangerous… 

“I'm sorry…” Jill murmured, but you shook your head, brushing her off. “If it makes you feel any better, I've had my share of similar experiences with surviving the Racoon City Outbreak.” You heard about there being a few survivors of Racoon City, but you had never met any. You were inclined to ask about it, but the dark look in Jill's eyes at the mention of it made you hold back. 

“Never mind all this sad talk… We're in this together now, aren't we?” Jill said after a few moments, with a small smile spreading across her lips. 

“Of course…” You replied back, avoiding her gaze as you looked at the path in front of you. 

… 

After a few hours of walking, you could see the outline of a large mansion on a hill. That must be where Wesker and the virus are.

“We're almost there… we should come up with a plan once we get inside,” Jill told you as the two of you began to ascend up a path going uphill. 

“Plan? I assumed we would sneak our way inside and find the research facilities, hoping to go unnoticed. We wouldn't want to cause much commotion, do we?” You asked Jill, locking eyes with her.  

“Well, yes, but I was also looking to face Wesker and stop him once and for all.” It tore at your heart–her naivety. She had well intentions, but it would be in her best interest to do whatever she needed with the virus and get out of there. You had seen the fucked up things people like Wesker did with these kinds of viruses, and it had almost gotten you killed multiple times. 

“It would be best to stick near me. I have my ways of sneaking around…” Jill was hesitant but complied with you. 

When you finally arrived at the entrance of the mansion, Jill tried pulling the handles of the door open, but it wouldn't budge. 

“Maybe there's some type of window we can break and get through that way–” Jill started, but you were already crouched in front of the door, picking the lock with a bobby pin you had pulled from your hair. Though you did not notice, Jill was watching the rapid and smooth movements of your hands as they worked to get the door open. She felt mesmerized by it.

“Ready?” You asked with a grin as something inside the door clicked, and you pulled it open freely. Jill nodded, snapping out of her trance as she walked through the door you held open for her. 

The door led to a large open room inside the mansion. There was a large staircase towards the back of the room and other doors on either side. You were definitely in the right place, but the matter was finding where the virus was being kept.

“If I were making illegal bio-weapons such as a virus… I would probably hide them somewhere underground to make it easier to conceal…” You theorize, though, in your past experiences, you often found these viruses hidden in some underground laboratory. You point to an open doorway to your left where you can see the faint outline of a staircase going down. 

“You’re weirdly good at that…” Jill joked with a laugh as you began to walk towards the entryway. If you were going the right way, you needed to come up with some type of lie fast. Jill would destroy the virus before you would get to it.

Unfortunately, you didn’t have much time to plan because as you descended down the stairwell and walked down a few hallways, you were faced with some type of vault door. When Jill spun the wheel around, it opened to a small laboratory. 

“Perfect! It seems the virus samples are over here. We can grenade this room and then find Wesker!” Jill exclaimed as she began to walk over to a freezer that contained tubes filled with a reddish liquid. When Jill turned back around towards you, your gun was pointing in her direction. Jill froze with wide eyes.

“I’m sorry…” You whispered. You began to regret everything. Growing so close to Jill just to hurt her… and yourself. 

“Why?” Jill questioned, her hand beginning to drift to her pistol, but when you moved your gun towards her head, she dropped her hand. 

“I need a sample of that virus. I can’t let you destroy it.” You ignore her initial question. You hear Jill mumble “mercenary” under her breath as she puts the pieces together. 

“Shoot me then, but I don’t think you can…” Jill murmurs, and your grip on the gun tightens. God damn her. She was right. You wouldn’t be able to shoot her, but you still needed to get your hands on that sample without hurting her… 

Suddenly, Jill catches you off guard as she runs towards you and pushes you backward. You drop your gun and stumble before your foot tangles with hers, sending you both down to the floor. You land harshly on your back with Jill landing on top of your chest. Before you had time to react, Jill had pressed her lips to yours, causing you to freeze. 

“Shit, I’m so sorry–” Jill started as she quickly pulled back from you. Before she could finish, your hands moved up to hold her cheeks and pull her into another kiss. Jill wastes no time and kisses you back immediately with urgency. Her hands slide down your body until they grip your hips, holding you in place as her teeth slightly clash with yours as the kiss becomes messier. 

“What if someone sees us?” You murmur in between kisses with a slight grin. Jill ignores you and slips her tongue into your mouth, catching you off guard as you let out a quiet moan. You knew you were making a big mistake–huge mistake–but you didn’t care, and you weren’t going to stop this. After the T-Virus outbreak, you had never connected with someone like you just had with Jill…

If it wasn’t for an alarm that began to blare over the speakers, the kiss for sure would have escalated into something… more. By the time you had pulled back from the kiss, Jill’s hands were up your shirt, barely grazing your breasts. Her lips were red and slightly puffy, and she even had some hair falling out of her ponytail. 

“They must know someone broke in and are sending backup. You need to get out of here,” You tell Jill while she hesitantly removes her hands from you and stands up sheepishly. This time, when you walk over to the freezer to steal a sample of the virus and slip it into your hip pouch, Jill doesn’t do anything to stop you.

“What about you?” Jill quietly asked as she walked up to you. “Will I ever see you again…?” When you stayed silent, she knew the answer. You saw the slow rise of her chest as she took a deep breath. 

Before you made a leave for it, Jill pulled you into one more kiss. Not urgent like the one you had shared before, but slower. Something that felt more meaningful. 

“But I hope we do…” You whispered to her after the kiss. In the distance, you could hear the sound of heavy stomping running down a hallway. “Maybe one day, Jill…” You add, calling out to her again before making your way to the door and disappearing down the hallway.

When you signed up to be an FBI agent, you didn't expect to be trapped in a care center that was transformed into some type of facility where people were tested on… 

Well, you weren't necessarily trapped. Yes, you were stuck in the center with no way out, but you also willingly came in after learning that your coworker, Grace, was kidnapped here. Your boss told you not to go because it was too dangerous, but you didn't listen. 

Now, you were wandering down hallways and sneaking past dozens of infected who roamed around the place. You thought after the Raccoon City incident, the government had this virus under control, but now, it has begun to spread again. 

It must be from that guy who apparently kidnapped Grace. You were told his name was Victor Gideon, and he was a former Umbrella researcher. 

Suddenly, you heard a scream in the distance, but it wasn't from an infected…

You quickly ran down the hallway, pushing open a door that led into a large room. In the middle of the room was Grace, and you caught a glimpse of a large creature running out the door. Before you could process anything, Grace fell to her knees, holding her head in her hands. 

“Grace!” You called out, running over to where she was and crouching down next to her. “Hey, hey…” You try to soothe her. She was breathing heavily, and her hands were shaking. 

“I–I can’t–” Grace finally said, letting out a sob. She was having a panic attack… You sat down on the floor and grabbed Grace’s hands, rubbing your thumbs over them with the hope it would ground her. 

“Grace, it’s me, I’m here,” You add. Grace was still shaking and breathing fast. When she finally composed herself enough to feel your touch on her hands, she collapsed into your arms. “Hey, it’s okay…” You murmur as she lets out sobs. You had your arms wrapped around her while her back was leaning against your front. 

“H-how… How did you find me?” Grace whispered, hiccuping in between her words. 

“Shh… just try to take deep breaths, okay?” She tried to follow your instructions, taking short, shaky breaths. You rubbed your hands up and down her arms. She was cool to the touch, and you felt dried blood on her bare skin. 

“There we go…” You murmured after a few minutes. Grace had begun to calm down; her sobs and shaking subsided, though she still remained in your arms. “Are you hurt anywhere?” You ask her. 

“J-Just my hip…” Grace replied, finally leaning back from your arms. Your eyes drift to her hip, where she has her jacket tied around her stomach. You noticed the blood staining her jacket, turning it a dark red color, and making you frown. You slowly unwrapped the jacket and lifted her shirt slightly, revealing a nasty, dark red gash. 

“God… why would you go out alone?” You said under your breath, rubbing your thumb against the dried blood on her cheek. “We need to get you away from whatever infected is still roaming around in here,” You added after a moment, standing up from the ground. You extend your hand out to Grace and pull her upwards. You expect her to let go, but she keeps her fingers interlocked tightly with yours as you walk down one of the hallways. 

“I was told that the guy who kidnapped you is someone named Victor. Do you know what he wants to do with you?” You asked her after a few minutes of wandering. Grace remained close to your side, letting out a quiet groan every once in a while as her wound kept getting worse. 

“I–I don’t know… When I first encountered him, he tied me to a chair and hooked IV needles into my arms to take my blood,” Grace replied, and you frowned again. Why would someone need Grace’s blood?

“I’ll get you out of here… I promise,” You told her, squeezing her hand lightly. You were curious what else had happened, as Grace was a disheveled mess. Her shirt was torn up, her hair was frizzy, and she still had various blood stains across her body, but you didn’t want to keep pushing her. 

Eventually, you made it back to the main area and brought Grace to one of the side rooms, sitting her down on the couch. She let go of your hand and slowly moved the fabric of her jacket away from her hip, wincing as she did. 

“I found a medkit earlier. Can I clean your wound so it doesn't get infected?” Though you didn't have much medical experience, the FBI taught you a few things during training. 

“Yeah…” Grace agreed, nervously fidgeting with her hands. You pulled out the small medkit from your bag before sitting next to Grace on the couch. 

“Tell me if anything hurts too much, and I'll stop,” You say, grabbing a small cloth out of the medkit and leaning down towards Grace's hip. You begin to gently wipe away the blood that stained her skin around the wound. Your head was so close to Grace's face that you could clearly hear her shaky breaths and quiet groans. “You're doing so good…” You try to reassure her. 

“Fuck!” Grace curses as a separate cloth that you poured alcohol on touched her skin. You pulled the cloth away, looking up at her with concern. 

“I know it hurts… You're just going to need to breathe with me, okay? Deep breaths…” You demonstrate taking a large inhale, followed by a long exhale, and you repeat it a few times before Grace imitates you. 

As you continued, you took your free hand and brought it down to hers, interlocking your fingers with hers. Grace's cheeks heated red for a moment, but as you started cleaning the wound again, she held your hand tightly while trying to take the deep breaths you showed her. Grace let out occasional whimpers of pain, leaning her head against your shoulder like it would muffle the pain. You kept your hand tightly in hers, letting her dig her nails into your skin. 

“Almost done… you're so strong,” You whispered to her, and when you finished cleaning it, you pulled out a bandage wrap from the medkit and gently wrapped it around her hip. “You'll need stitches for that, but it'll be better to get it from a professional than me,” You add, leaning back from her and putting the leftover supplies back in the kit. 

“T-thank you!” Grace peeped out in embarrassment as she removed her head from your shoulder and slowly released your hand. Grace couldn't help but stare at you as you stood up from the couch. Her cheeks were heating red again, but this time, it wasn't from the pain. 

“Are you okay?” You ask her, noticing her face turning that light shade of red. You pressed the back of your hand against her forehead, thinking she was sick, but she felt fine. 

Suddenly, Grace grabbed your wrist and pulled you back down onto the couch, and before you could protest, she leaned forward and pressed her lips against yours. 

It took you a moment to process it, but you started kissing her back, moving your hands to hold her cheeks. Grace groans as you nip her bottom lip gently, and her lips part slightly. Taking the opportunity, you slip your tongue into her mouth before slowly pushing Grace down onto the couch until she kept herself up with her elbows. Grace's hands slowly slid under your shirt and rested on your waist, sending shivers down your body. 

You were relishing every second of that kiss. Though you never admitted it to yourself, there was always something different about Grace. Your gaze would linger on her a second too long when she walked away, and you would smile a bit too much when talking to her. It wasn't until this moment that you knew you truly wanted her. 

You wanted the moment to last forever, but of course, it was too good to be true. The two of you were interrupted by the sound of gunshots going off in the distance. 

You pull back from her, remembering you were still stuck in the center. Grace gingerly took her hands off your body as you carefully climbed off her.

“We should keep going and find a way out…” You tell her. Grace nods and slowly stands up from the couch. 

She stood by your side and hesitantly moved to hold your hand again as you started to exit the room. You made no attempt to move your hand away, allowing Grace to hold it freely. 

“S-sorry about back there. I'm not sure what came over me–” Grace nervously rubbed the back of her neck with her other hand. 

“Don't be, I fully intend to finish that kiss later when we get out of here,” You whisper to her after a few moments. She blushed again but squeezed your hand tighter, with a small, satisfied grin tugging at the end of her lips.