Resident Evil: Oblivion

All Grown Up

So I think this will be the final part of Selena's story. I'm so happy those of you who have followed along the journey thus far. THANK YOU ALL! I love each and every one of you; so much, I posted this a day early!

I want to warn you that there will be some explicit themes in this story. From where I am from, 17 is well within the age of consent, so I hope you all aren't too offended. It won't be too bad, just short innuendos.

I hope you enjoy our final dollar coaster!

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"Leon, have you seen my cell phone," 17 year old Selena calls from the living room. She's throwing pillows around searching the couch. " And my keys?"

"Right here, sweetheart," Leon says, jingling a set of keys and her Android in the air from the hallway. The 43 year old man had finally put up the bottle, sober for eleven years...since he got Selena back in his care.

The blonde girl sighs heavily and walks up to her guardian and wraps her arms around his neck. "Thank you, what would I do without you?"

"Go crazy?"

"No, I think I'll leave that to you. There's no zombies to bite you anymore so how are you gonna get your kicks?"

Leon's face slackened seriously for a moment before he managed a small smile. "I'm finished with crazy," he sighs and pats the girls back.

Selena had really filled out in her teen years. Her face and body had slimmed down quite a bit and her long blonde hair looked like curly sunshine. Her eyes were large and perfectly shaped, her lips full and a light shade of pink that drove the boys crazy. Her chest was a nice handful, not too big, not too small, not that Leon would think of her like that. Her hips were curvy and wide and it almost made Leon tell her to change out of that white mini skirt she wore with the light blue belt and a white suit like shirt that showed the skin just under her belly button. Her boots were a little odd with the outfit, but they were her favorite shoes. They were shiny white boots that were like work boots, but made more for show.

"Mind telling me where you're going," Leon asked as she pulls away after kissing him on the cheek and making a dash for the door.

"To meet a friend," she calls over her shoulder. "I'll be home by dinner."

"Promise?"

"Cross my heart," she says while motioning an 'X' across her chest with two fingers. She blows him one final kiss and dashes out the door. Leon scoffs and rubs the back of his neck.

"Kids."

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Selena gets in her 81 Trans-Am and fires up the engine, backing out of the driveway, and takes off towards her destination: a large apartment complex in the middle of the city. It took her precisely 22 minutes to make the trip. Another 5 minutes had her in the building, waiting for the elevator, and riding up to the 9th floor.

She walked to the corner apartment and inserted her key into the door knob, twisting the key, and letting herself into the dark room. The windows were blackened because he worked during the evening, and that always intrigued her. She had an excited grin on her pretty face as she tip toes through the apartment towards the bedroom.

The bedroom was empty. The beds blankets were tossed back on one side and the door to the bathroom was cracked. The yellow light creeps out onto the floor and the sound of the shower running is the only noise.

Selena giggles and pushes her skirt down her hips, stripping down to her bra and white panties, and crawls into her lovers bed, posing for his return.

The tap in the bathroom turns off and about thirty seconds later a man comes out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. He has dark brown hair with high lights of blonde, and golden colored eyes with flecks of green. His chiseled chest is dusted with light hair that was soft to the touch. Selena loved to play with it.

He froze when he saw her in his bed and let an endearing smile stretch across his lips. "Hello, Selena dear."

"Sebastian, I couldn't wait to see you. I miss you." She crawls on all fours to the end of the bed, giving a flirty look.

"I've been busy with work."

"I know, but you're home now."

"I am," he smirks and wraps his arms around her as she stands on her knees and begins to play with the hair on the nape of his neck.

"I wish you would tell me what you do. I'm sure I'll understand I mean my family has some pretty screwed up history..."

"I know all about your family," he bites quickly. "I don't wanna talk about it," he says, gripping her arms and pushing her away. Hurt flashes across her face and he sighs, kneeling on the bed. "Forget about it, okay. I have about four hours before I gotta get ready to go, let's lay down together, hmm?"

Instantly a smile breaks her features and she cuddles into his arms as they lay down together.