Chris Redfield x Reader

Twenty-Seven

The touch of his lips on yours was unusually gentle. First he was a bit shy, reserved for fear you might reject him. But when you leaned into the kiss, he let himself go and pressed himself further against you.

With gentle strength he put his arm around you, pulled you closer and leaned back.

He was much heavier than you, which caused you to fall on top of him. With both hands on his chest, you let yourself fall on top of him. He felt warm under you. You could feel his every movement.

"(Y/N).", he whispered in a hoarse voice.

With a gentle kiss you silenced him.

"You talk too much.", you whispered and began to draw lines on his neck with the tip of your tongue.

A trembling breath escaped from him. The grip on your hip tightened. With both hands he reached under your butt, lifted you up and placed you on top of him.

A low moan escaped you when you noticed how big he was. You didn't remember it being that big, especially since it wasn't hard yet. At least, that's what you thought.

With a soft laugh, Chris grabbed you and spun with you.

Your back fell on the soft mattress, everything moving briefly. You had to giggle softly. With the tip of your nose you rubbed it against his cheek, the stubble from his beard tickling you. Closing his eyes, he exhaled deeply.

He was shaking a little, why he didn't know himself.

Maybe it was excitement, or just simple lust, but he hadn't felt this way in a long time.

"Are you cold?", you worriedly put a hand on his forehead.

He was indeed a little cold, but not worse than usual. With a jerk you pulled the blanket over him and dragged him down to you with soft strength to give him another kiss.

He sighed and had to smile.

"Since when are you so caring?", he asked, half chuckling.

You leaned your forehead against his while he made himself a comfortable place next to you.

You shrugged.

"I don't know. Maybe I've gone soft.", you kissed him. "Or maybe it's just you. I have a soft spot for you."

He had to stifle a laugh.

You had to laugh, too.

"Shit, Redfield, I'm talking nonsense."

"You are. But there's nothing wrong with that. I like it when you talk nonsense to me."

"Oh, yeah? Since when do you like to sweet-talk?"

He shrugged his shoulders.

"It's a welcome change. It's rare that anything normal happens to me. With you, it's not so bad."

You rolled your eyes.

"Do you want me to keep treating you softly?", you wiggled your eyebrows.

He had to laugh.

"Please stop. You always have to exaggerate everything.", he muttered with a grin.

But suddenly he stopped in his joy and became serious again. His expression became icy and you could feel how his thoughts became darker again.

Worried, you stroked his cheek.

He took your hand and kissed the inside tenderly. He seemed to care about this gentle moment, the opportunity to be soft. Otherwise he did not have this option.

He wanted to enjoy it as long as it was possible. Secretly he knew that it would not be forever. He already dreaded the day when it would be over.

"Chris? What's wrong?", you asked.

He sighed.

"Tomorrow the mission will start.", he looked at you, almost worried. "You can still go. Then you don't have to go through all this shit."

You tried to smile mildly, but it felt hard.

"I won't let you go alone.", you sighed. "Don't worry too much. We'll go in, flatten everything and then leave."

"And after that?"

"I don't know. Whatever we want to do, we can do it. I haven't been on vacation in a long time. How does the Caribbean sound to you?"

A mild grin appeared on his face as he turned on his back and stared at the dusty ceiling of the hut.

"Sun and sea?", he gave you an amused look. "We're both not familiar with beautiful places, are we?"

You had to laugh.

"No, not really. Does an abandoned village in the middle of nowhere sound better to you?", you snuggled up to him. "With lots of snow and monsters."

This time he had to laugh.

"I think we've had enough of that.", he placed a gentle kiss on your hair. "Let's discuss this another time, shall we? Tomorrow will be tough. I would like to sleep."

The grip on your body tightened.

"You lucky bastard will be able to sleep?", you close your eyes with a grin.

When he laughed you could feel the vibration in his chest.

"I don't think so, but I can try. It's easier with you. Maybe... the dreams will be quiet tonight."

"Hmm.", you nodded tiredly. "Maybe... there will be silence for us today."

You could already feel the tiredness creeping into every inch of your body. Everything became heavy and the blackness slowly began to fill your eyes.

All you could feel was Chris' steady breathing, his chest rising and falling. His body felt warm under yours and so surprisingly soft that you could hardly believe it was more muscle than anything else.

Everything was silent.

In that moment, the world felt so calm and peaceful that it was almost too good to believe. Rarely had you felt so calm and secure.

It had been ages, you couldn't even remember the last time where you have had a decent sleep. In that moment, you felt peaceful. It felt like the past had never happened. It was just quiet.

But then the nightmares returned. The feeling of something touching you crept up your spine. Goosebumps covered your body, making you shiver.

Fear tied your throat together. You knew this feeling. And it was terrible. This was the only thing you feared.

Unintentionally, your hand reached out, clawing into Chris's shirt. The feeling of fabric against your skin felt soothing. But there was also something else. The feeling of claws.

Struck by surprise, you tore your eyes wide open. You expected to be covered in sweat, the usual fear and confusion. But not this time.

This time, you looked straight into the face of someone, or rather something terrifying.

"Oh my fuck...", you whispered.

The lycan screamed.