made in heaven. 𓄼 resident evil.

❛ sweater weather ➣ claire redfield.

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just listen to sweater weather slowed while you read this. just do it.

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One thing you've found about dating Claire Redfield is that it's impossible to not stare at her. Something about her always has you undeniably enamored for her.

When she points her finger up at the sky, lips curved softly at the corners, you have to follow and peer up at the sky. You'd rather be watching her, fingers grazing at the softness of her cheeks, the swells of blue in her eyes. But you peel your eyes away from her to look up at the stars, watching her point at some constellation Chris told her about when they were younger.

Her thumb draws smooth lines into the flesh of your hand, fingers intertwined loosely, just enough to remind you that this is real. She's real.

You're real.

This isn't some fairytale dream you've made up in your sleep where you fall in love and live happily ever after. This is just reality, reality is hard. Goosebumps trail over your arms, down your legs and over your neck as a soft gust of cool wind draws over you.

"Are you cold?" Claire whispers, gazing at you through eyes that always melt your heart. It's too cold, it's always too cold. But you'd never deny spending the evening with her–even if it did mean laying under the stars in the cold.

You sheepishly nod, it earns a warm chuckle from Claire. "Maybe a little," you whisper, watching her sit up on her elbows. She retrieves a blanket the shade of storm clouds, drapes it over the both of you and scoots close to you. Her warmth seeps over you, you itch to lean your head on her shoulder. She senses it, lays herself closer to you so you can comfortably do so.

It's just the two of you so she allows her fingers to trail over your stomach, resting just below your chest quietly. She knows something is off, you're too quiet. You're never this quiet when you stargaze.

Her lips–soft, inviting lips that you've kissed one too many times–part to speak, to ask what's haunting your pretty little head but she hesitates. She gets lost letting her eyes flicker over your face, scanning for signs of disturbances. Trying to pick and pry apart the quietness radiating from you.

She finds nothing. You quietly stare at the sky, lidded eyes softly shutting and opening every few seconds. You look innocent like this, pure, unharmed from the cruelties of the world. You look different from the girl she'd saved in Raccoon City, there's not a single trace of fear written on you.

It's infuriating and confusing at the same time.

Claire focuses on the stars above, watching one twinkle and shimmer in the sky. She disrupts the quiet atmosphere, almost guilty for parting the silence. "Y/N?"

You hum in response, quietly telling her to continue. You're listening intently to her words, the silk of her voice, whatever you can grasp onto.

"What keeps you up at night?" She questions, the hand that was on your stomach trailing up to your hair, fingers brushing through loose strands. A content sigh leaves your parted lips, leaning closer to her touch for more that she gladly gives you.

She'd give you anything you requested.

You remain quiet for a moment, letting your thoughts wander back to the place they'd been for the last week. You'd been in this..whatever it was, with Claire for a few months now. Your feelings grew and blossomed, heartbeat pounding against your skin with every poisoning kiss she let linger over your lips. Each time she whispered your name, you engraved the sound into your mind, memorized it into a place you wouldn't forget. You let the sweet touches of her hands, her lips, however she touched you soak into your skin, wishing for no other feeling than that.

Everything about her just seemed intoxicating. Her hushed whispers in your ear at the crack of three in the morning when you wake up from a nightmare, the feathery kisses on your temples when you leave for work in the evenings or the blossoming touches on your waist when she's beckoned you in for something more savory.

You're a mess for Claire Redfield.

You swallow thickly, relishing in the cool breeze over your warming cheeks. "You know my feelings for you," you whisper, licking your lips nervously. "Am I–" you quieten, furrowing your brows in thought–"does this mean as much to you as it does to me?"

Claire turns to stare at you, she lets her eyes roam down and over your cheeks, over the curve of your lips and back up to your eyes. Her hands reach to capture your own, sliding herself onto your lap so she can cradle your face in them. She leans forward pressing her forehead to yours, noses just barely touching.

"You mean the world to me," she tells you, and you believe her. You believe every word that passes her lips. Goosebumps race down your skin to follow the tracing of her left hand down to your waist. Her sweater sleeves brush the exposed skin tenderly, tickling the soft skin. "Where is this coming from?"

Your fingers curl around her right arm, the other clutching the collar of her sweater. "Nothing I really wanna tell you about," you smile, the action covers your nervous eyes, betraying them in the process.

Claire smiles, drawing a line from your forehead to your cheeks, your lips, down to your jawline with her lips before speaking, "you're a sight, Y/N. You know I adore you."

Her lips, cold and feverish at the same time, press against yours for a moment, twirling her fingers in your hair to pull you closer. "It's too cold here." Her left hand smooths up your waist, stings your skin with coolness and yet you find yourself leaning into it. The hand in your hair moves down your neck, resting just on the place your shoulder begins.

"I dunno, I feel pretty warm," you tease, lips curving into a smile against her own. Her warm breath fans over your cheeks, faltering when she laughs.

She raises herself up to look at you again lying beneath her, rolling her eyes at the innocent gaze you give her. You're too cute to her, much too cute to be doubting her feelings for you. She dips her head down to place her lips over yours again, humming against them.

"I have the world in my hands," she tells you with a goofy smile, tracing the curve of your lips with her finger.

You roll your eyes, eager to hear what she has to say. Your doubts have begun fading, residing to the dark spot in your mind where they'll surely rest until the next time you go cold. "Is that so?"

"Yup, just us. Just you."

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❛ get wrecked i wrote this all today.

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