title: drugs
resident evil
pairings: duh. (with a little sexy-weskie)
rating: Hard R for the sexy-ass jill & chris-top-hhhherrrr hotness
short little drabble; her pov. (PLEASE note it is naughty!!)
note: just writing this as i go along cause it's been forever.
warning: gotta warn you all, it's wesk/jill, but in her mind it's always going to be chris/jill.
Drugs. They're the most used for experiments and for escapism.
It's not long now. My veins will be filled with it. My blood is on fire.
Yes. Yes. Take me to where I've never gone. Just let me die.
I've forgotten how to cry. Does it matter? The touch of his hands are rough, but surprisingly, they're soft, so soft, as if he's never lifted a hand to hard work ever. Unlike Chris.
He'll never be like him. Never. Even as the sound of a zipper makes their way down my back, down....down....where his fingers are now subjecting me to make those horrid noises. Moaning like a whore. His mouth captures mine, sucking my tongue, his aggressiveness is what makes me groan. My arms, slack and the feel of his strong hand at my back holding me up.
Do you feel that, Jill? He tells me, chuckling all the while like the fucked up sociopath that he is.
what do you think, asshole? but my body responds, pushing my hips forward, drawing his fingers close, touching me in places where only Chris was...
It's cruel. This.
Soon, he'll want to do more. He'll want me to get on my hands and knees. Or on my knees, bringing his cock into my mouth. If I had a will of my own, I'd bite it off. I'd do more than what I'm about to do as he pushes me to the ground. SUBMIT to me, he tells me, violently.
My tongue licks, does it over and over again.
My darling Chris.
My beautiful partner. Please forgive me. Please Please please...... those words like a soft litany in my mind as I take everything, all of this monster's ....
If only I could make him bleed.
What he could not do, whilst I spread myself to his command, was his inability to take my mind completely. There are parts of it, where he could not even access.
My memories. My deep-seated long hidden fantasies.
Even as the monster pounds me, I'm smiling. Above me, I see through my drug infested haze, the vision of beautiful Chris, holding me, touching me.
Jill. I miss you. I'm here for you, darling. Forever.
Drugs.
It's escapism. The best damned thing Wesker has ever done for me.
pairings: duh. (with a little sexy-weskie)
rating: Hard R for the sexy-ass jill & chris-top-hhhherrrr hotness
short little drabble; her pov. (PLEASE note it is naughty!!)
note: just writing this as i go along cause it's been forever.
warning: gotta warn you all, it's wesk/jill, but in her mind it's always going to be chris/jill.
Drugs. They're the most used for experiments and for escapism.
It's not long now. My veins will be filled with it. My blood is on fire.
Yes. Yes. Take me to where I've never gone. Just let me die.
I've forgotten how to cry. Does it matter? The touch of his hands are rough, but surprisingly, they're soft, so soft, as if he's never lifted a hand to hard work ever. Unlike Chris.
He'll never be like him. Never. Even as the sound of a zipper makes their way down my back, down....down....where his fingers are now subjecting me to make those horrid noises. Moaning like a whore. His mouth captures mine, sucking my tongue, his aggressiveness is what makes me groan. My arms, slack and the feel of his strong hand at my back holding me up.
Do you feel that, Jill? He tells me, chuckling all the while like the fucked up sociopath that he is.
what do you think, asshole? but my body responds, pushing my hips forward, drawing his fingers close, touching me in places where only Chris was...
It's cruel. This.
Soon, he'll want to do more. He'll want me to get on my hands and knees. Or on my knees, bringing his cock into my mouth. If I had a will of my own, I'd bite it off. I'd do more than what I'm about to do as he pushes me to the ground. SUBMIT to me, he tells me, violently.
My tongue licks, does it over and over again.
My darling Chris.
My beautiful partner. Please forgive me. Please Please please...... those words like a soft litany in my mind as I take everything, all of this monster's ....
If only I could make him bleed.
What he could not do, whilst I spread myself to his command, was his inability to take my mind completely. There are parts of it, where he could not even access.
My memories. My deep-seated long hidden fantasies.
Even as the monster pounds me, I'm smiling. Above me, I see through my drug infested haze, the vision of beautiful Chris, holding me, touching me.
Jill. I miss you. I'm here for you, darling. Forever.
Drugs.
It's escapism. The best damned thing Wesker has ever done for me.