#clairedwings

          “I spy with my little eye...someone in serious need of a laugh. Claire, how’d you like some science puns to build the chemistry?”

He took a long drag from his cigarette, honestly after all the shit he’s seen around here he needed it. Guess he shouldn’t have taken this trip out of the country to a place called Raccoon City. He was just a damn money lender from Japan and now he was fighting for his life while he was supposed to be on vacation! Akiyama was thankful he had at least acquired a gun to protect himself with, but he really needed to get out of here. He turned suddenly when he heard someone or maybe something behind him. He held up one of his pistols readying his aim in case he needed it. 

A slow smirk spread across Majima’s face as if he’d been caught out, arching his back a little to press back against Claire’s body like a cat stretching. “How’d ya tell?”

His fingers found hers, guiding her hand up the crease of his stomach and pressing her palm comfortably over the head of the striking snake inked into the cool flesh of his chest. “Ya feelin’ good?” He reached back then, rough palm grazing at her waist and squeezing gently, enjoying the feel of her beside him. He felt... oddly content right now, and it wasn’t just the familiar blur of booze. Too often he found himself torn from soft moments like this by the pathological need to flee the scene as if some crime had taken place. Not tonight, though, and although he struggled to put his finger on exactly why, the feeling was refreshing.

“Mmh.” Rumbling contentedly, he turned his head slightly to look back at Claire, long fingers tracing the curve of her shoulder. She was pretty in the half-light - more than pretty, loose hair framing her face and picking out her soft features, intelligent eyes glinting. She was a creature of mischief, of daring, a bold and unusual foil to Majima’s own madness.

He supposed the comfort was to be found in the quiet agreement that this didn’t seem to change anything between them. Once the sun rose, things would be just as they were yesterday - they were easy company around one another, and that somehow made tonight a simple affair, no danger of either one of them catching feelings, just enjoying the night, the moment, one another. Of course he wasn’t about to refuse if this opportunity arose again, because holy hell she could do things with those hips that most people could only dream of, but this was enough. They were enough. He lifted her hand to nudge a kiss to her fingertips and then settled it back against his chest again, eye half-closed and dimly content in the knowledge that the morning light would sweep this intimacy away. There was no shame in enjoying her warmth for a little longer, however. They had the room until morning, they may as well make use of it...

“CLAIRE, before you go. ” Annette whispered, taking the college student’s hands and placing something in her palm, a few pieces of paper and a card, folded neatly into a rectangle the size of the card. 

“IF I'm not here when you return, I want you to have this. Sherry’s medical information. It’s written down, but she has some dietary restrictions, and... her social security card is in there. My credit card and the pin for it too. I want you to make it out of here and give my little girl the best life you can. Even if you can’t raise her... I want you to find someone who can. I love her. She’s my little girl.”

Rebecca glanced over at Claire. Twice. She was trying her best not to be noticed. She knew her from somewhere, though. She stood up and walked over to introduce herself before she realized. She must be Chris’s sister, She had to be, Chris had a picture of them both on his desk. 

@thegcvernmentlxpdog​ let's be shy together, pffff