Silent Night
It was like watching a bad horror movie. The seconds ticked by
visibly, as the frames of her mind skipped. The green creature slid
towards her. It had horrible claws, thick and scaly green skin, and a
little nub of a head filled with hideous fangs. It was like a skinned
gorilla almost, yet it showed no remorse for the deed it was about to
do.
Inch by inch, frame by frame, she watched it near her. Her handgun
readied in front, not as a weapon, but as a shield. There was not
enough ammo in her gun to scratch its hard carapace. She cowered in
the corner, wedged between a bookshelf and a broken door, pondering
her impending demise. The frames skipped slower and slower and time
its self almost stopped.
She remembered the next part vividly. The door opened. There was a
masculine yell, and many a shotgun shell was emptied into the creature
before her. It stopped dead and fell a few feet in front of her, a
small pool of blood staining the knee of her pants. She shakily stood
up, and embraced her savior with no question.
But that did not happen. The creature neared further until she could
feel its hot breath on her face, its claws poised to rip her frail
body limb from limb. It then proceeded to do so, as Rebecca seemingly
left her body. She floated over, watching her body being ravaged by
the creature with no one around to save her.
The creature then turned around, having finished playing with the
body. It almost sensed her essence there, watching her own demise.
There where no more frames in her mind, as the next scene began to
play out. It neared her again, and with no legs to flee, she simply
sat there with death pending just as she had done before not five
minutes ago. Its mouth opened, and had soon enveloped her peripheral
vision. Then all was black.
"Rebecca Chambers, come in." the radio buzzed. Soon she was free from
the hunter's jaws and in her bed, sitting up with her now drenched
T-shirt weighing down on her shoulders. The tomboyish girl sighed,
masking her terrible fears as she has done for all her life. "Rebecca
Chambers, S.T.A.R.S, come in."
She picked up the radio and answered. She was with Jill Valentine
stationed on an island where Umbrella activity was believed to be
taking place. She had survived this all before and had only taken the
assignment because she believed that her young mind was now impervious
to fear, the thought that her dream had just contradicted.
She was not invincible. She was a kid. A scared, misguided kid that
had seen things and done things that would make grown men break down
and cry. She had survived things and terror that words alone cannot
describe and she was alive sitting in a bed, shaky after a nightmare.
Why? Why had she seen and done these things? Why her? She sobbed. She
seemed to have an ethereal sense about her mental ailments. Depression
was what she dealt with the majority of the time. But her odd sense
somehow allowed her to silence it. It seemed that if she was aware of
the disorder, it ceased to exist.
But she could not simply `think away' life. How would she ever make
it? Who would she marry, or rather, what kind of man would marry her?
She was an emotionally scarred kid. Her job was to kill what has
already died. How could she explain this to a husband, or much less a
child?
She needed someone who had experienced this before. She could be with
this person and live happily ever after with them. The problem was the
fact that there where only two men. Billy Coen and Chris Redfield,
both of them uninterested in a kid such as her. They had become a
father figure, or a big brother, or whatever older male family figures
the situation had called for. Everything but a possible love interest.
Another sob, before she washed her depression back away and sank back
into her `work persona.'
"Yes?"
"Rebecca Chambers, you are to move in tomorrow morning. Over."
Tomorrow morning? She glanced at the clock, noticing it was 3 AM. Why
in the hell where they calling her at 3 AM about tomorrow morning? She
had lost twenty or so valuable minutes of sleep due to their
incompetence.
Her dream slowly crept back into her mind and before she was overcome
with the childish fear that had defiled her mind earlier, she realized
she wasn't tired. She feared sleep.
Sleep was the one thing that struck her very core with such an
unearthly terror that she felt it. The zombies, leeches, and whatever
other mutated creatures that she had returned to the grave had left a
much greater scar than the one on her right arm. One in her mind. In
her nightmares.
Close brushes with death are only truly realized when one is asleep,
and their brain is able to convey the severity. Only then is true fear
realized. True fear, something Rebecca Chambers did not enjoy dealing
with. Times like these where all too common for the young girl to
bear. She needed someone to talk to. No one would listen to a girl
whining about bad dreams, much less one who had experienced such
horrible things that no one else had, or should, for that matter.
Her mind drifted, and a sudden rush of insanity fled through her mind.
Suicide suddenly sounded much better than it had the day before, and
this pattern had been in work since she met an Ex-Con on an abandoned
train. The handgun rested on her nightstand. Quick, painless, and
simple.
She ran outside. Away from her gun, and away from anything sharp. She
embraced the cold, non-lethal rain that was falling from the sky, as
she sat and thought on the porch to her house. There was no doubt that
her twisted mind could come up with no less than a hundred ways to end
her life painlessly just on this porch, or just with this chair that
she sat in.
The very fact that she could think of a way made her angrier with
herself, feeding the fire growing inside. The fact that his made her
angry made her angry. She started breathing violently, and got up from
the chair. She felt dirty. She had to go. She had to leave. She had to
protect herself from her own defiled mind. She was having a nervous
breakdown.
There was a flash of lightning, and in the distance she saw the
outline of a figure. A green, scaly, clawed figure in the distance
that had haunted her mind earlier. It lowered onto its haunches and
jumped into a vicious run towards her. The malevolence in the air
chilled the girl to her very essence, yet she stood there and embraced
what was coming. She saw it nearing ever so quickly, its outline
becoming more and more detailed. A flash of lightning reflected off a
claw. Rebecca turned around and began sprinting away, her feet sinking
into the muddy earth.
She couldn't see where she was going. Pitch black, all she knew was
where the grunting behind her was coming from, and she needed to go
the opposite direction. A rock or stump or some foreign object got in
her way, sending her flying forward and landing on solid ground. She
figured the beast was now upon her, and simply let it end. A wince, a
wait, and then she propped herself up on her arms.
She blinked. She was on an unfamiliar porch. She was soaking wet,
wearing a white T-shirt that now left nothing to the imagination and a
pair of baggy pajama type pants that followed the suit. She knocked on
the door, thinking that her salvation lied behind.
She heard a shotgun being readied beyond the door, some rustling, and
then a muffled cry of `Oh my God!'
"Rebecca!"
A sob answered, and the young girl collapsed into the arms of Jill
Valentine. Jill had been through the same ordeal, experienced the same
traumatic symptoms of whatever ailment caused by the massive amount of
disturbing images that had passed through their minds. She was the one
that understood.
Jill closed the door, shutting out the rain. Rebecca was soaking wet
and scantly clad, literally leaving nothing at all to the imagination.
"Do you want some...dry clothes?" Jill asked, trying to get her out of
this strangely erotic position. It troubled her that Rebecca was in
such a situation, and yet it was arousing her.
A light nod, Rebecca's eyes had closed. She continued to sob lightly.
The girl has had a nervous break down or something to that effect,
unable to tell right from wrong, white from black, or anything else
really in her confused state. She just knew that her clothes where wet
and cold, and she wanted dry warm ones.
Jill ran to get a robe and some underwear for her, while Rebecca sat
at the rounded kitchen table that Jill ate her lonely meals at. It
made no sense to her why they where lodged separately. Loneliness was
a painfully common emotion for the lot of them.
She returned with Rebecca's new clothes, and she started to peel off
her wet shirt. Jill turned around, embarrassed at first. The shirt hit
the ground rather hard with a definite `squish' sound. Jill thought
for a moment and judged that she had finished dressing by now, but did
not turn around. She didn't want to risk seeing her and being plagued
with more thoughts and questions than she already was. A naked, wet
Rebecca was not what her mind needed at the time.
An awkwardly false cough was enough for Jill to realize that Rebecca
was done. She had the robe pulled as tight as she could, apparently
trying to warm up and having a lack of regard for what was left to the
imagination of on-lookers.
"What's wrong, honey?" Jill asked, putting on a motherly tone and
tearing her gaze from the younger girl's chest.
"I don't know," Rebecca's voice became eerily stoic, losing all of her
emotion and tone to it.
"Why where you outside running around? It's raining..." Jill asked
caringly, though she thought she sounded like she was pointing out
flaws. She stammered to correct her self, but instead raised a hand to
wipe some rain drops off of the girl's face that had fallen from her
hair; a gesture to show that she meant no harm.
"To get away from anything I could end it with. I don't trust myself
any more. Other people don't trust me either...I'm so lonely sometimes
I just can't know what to do..." She said, and as she finished, her
emotions had returned. Water formed in her eyes, and she shut them
quickly, and fell into Jill's arms from the other side of the table.
Jill moved her chair over to make it less awkward and opted to make
some coffee for her to help calm down. Rebecca obliged, and kissed her
on the cheek. Jill froze, half out of the chair. She looked down at
Rebecca, who had her eyes closed and had her head hung down. The tight
robe, the wet hair, Rebecca was damn good looking.
Jill got up totally and went for the coffee. "It'll take about ten
minutes, OK?"
"That's fine."
Jill smiled; glad she could make the girl happy. She put in the filter
and the coffee and started the machine. She copped a glance back at
the younger girl, who was still staring at the floor. Jill licked her
lips. But she just couldn't take advantage of her in this position, it
just wasn't right. If Rebecca wanted it, though, there was no way in
hell she could deny her.
She went and sat back down, wanting badly to console the girl but
decided just to put her hand on hers and wait for the coffee. She
smiled, and Rebecca finally looked up.
"Thank you, you pretty much saved my life, you know."
Jill smiled again. "What are friends for?"
Rebecca faked a smile. She still wasn't any better mentally, but she
was warm and safe from the dangers that lurked outside. She loathed
the mission that was forthcoming, though she knew Jill would be there
for her. She needed out of this nightmare. She needed love. She
needed...Jill...
Her gaze returned the floor. Though she had long since stopped caring
about her sexuality in general, she had always seen herself with a
man. But if she didn't care, why was she stopping herself? Of all the
things she feared, rejection was not one of them. She had been passed
around like a rag doll most of her life, and adding another tally to
the chart didn't mean all that much to her.
Why hesitate? Go for it! Rebecca's mind raced, and she bit her lower
lip. The coffee machine made a noise indicating that it was halfway
done. It wasn't exactly now or never, but she could never forgive
herself for not trying. How could she get over her issues with no
support? Sure, Jill could help on the sidelines as a good friend, but
she needed someone to be emotionally involved with.
But you could be emotionally involved with no sex, right? Rebecca
glanced up at Jill. Her glowing face, a body nothing shy of
perfection, and the exact personality she needed. How could sex not be
part of it? Another light on the coffee machine turned on, signifying
three quarters of its completion.
"Good, it's almost done. You OK?"
"Oh, good, yeah..."
Jill smiled happily, completely oblivious to the battle being waged in
her mind. Her lower lip was wearing thin, and she had to make a
decision. She wasn't afraid of rejection, and Jill was older and would
probably understand what is going on with her. She certainly wouldn't
shun her away for an advance, especially in her condition.
"It's done."
Their lips locked. Rebecca never bothered opening her eyes, and when
Jill didn't push her away, she raised a hand to her partner’s face. No
rejection yet, and her tongue was inserted. Still nothing. Could Jill
feel the same way? Her whole world seemed to brighten. She raised
another hand to her face, and stood up, not breaking the kiss.
Jill seemed to melt to the younger girls touch, though she felt bad
about instigating anything. Rebecca was confused and might not be
doing the right thing, but Jill wasn't about to stop her. Rebecca
eventually broke it off, questioning Jill's lack of advancement with
her gaze.
"Don't you want the coffee?" Jill asked shyly, worrying she had ended
the whole thing.
Rebecca gave an innocent smile, and Jill stood up as well, re
connecting their lips. She threw her arms around the girl, before
pushing her away lightly. Rebecca stammered protest, but it was
answered by some tugging on her robe. She helped undo the tightly
wound garment, and it fell to the floor.
Jill looked her body up and down, and licked her lips. Her underwear
fit Rebecca a bit loosely, but she looked delicious none the less.
Jill struggled with her own robe, her hands shaking. Rebecca moved her
hands to help, but she took her sweet time slowly sliding them down
Jill's luscious breasts.
By the time her hands had reached Jill's waist, the robe was long
since gone. She lightly stroked her fingertips across the older
woman's mid drift, and moved behind her. She made light circles on her
stomach with her fingers, and with her free hand she teased her
breasts through the fabric of her bra.
Jill cringed as Rebecca's inexperienced yet instinct full touches
continued. Jill wondered how someone who had apparently never done
anything like this before was so good at it. She was melting under the
girl's fingers, every stroke causing her body to cringe with pleasure.
Two of her fingers where slipped under the waistband of Jill's
panties, lightly caressing the more sensitive skin. Slowly going lower
each circle her hands made. She also slipped a finger under the fabric
of her bra. Jill started finding it hard to stand, so she just fell
back on her lover.
Though Jill was damn near collapsed in her arms, she wasn't done
teasing her yet. She continued circling her hand lower and lower,
until she found her shaven woman hood. She lightly stroked the skin
above it, forcing a moan out of her partner. The finger in her bra had
also found her nipple, and began lightly rubbing on it. She slowly
began sliding the hand out of her panties, and slipped her fingers up
the other side of her bra.
She took her fingers out of the other side, and began purposely
fumbling with the clasp and making it take as long as possible. Jill
would have helped her along had her arms did what she told them too.
She found it hard to think about anything other than Rebecca's soft
skin, her small yet incredibly sexy frame, and her mind numbing touch.
She was completely captivated by the woman behind her.
Finally the bra slid off. Jill had managed to stand up somewhat on her
own, but the devilish teasing continued. A hand on each breast, very
lightly caressing the skin around the edges. They creeped almost
painfully slowly to the center of each, making Jill almost cry out in
frustration. She was being completely dominated by the younger girl
with just a touch.
Finally the fingers prize was found. A light tweak was given to each
nipple, and then the hands retreated. Rebecca turned her head and gave
Jill a deep kiss as she fumbled with her own bra. It was soon gone,
and she pressed her breasts against the older girl’s back and embraced
her tightly. She stopped kissing her and resumed her teasing nature,
kissing and sucking on her neck all the way down to her shoulders.
She nuzzled her face between the older girl's own and her breast,
flicking out her tongue to touch the skin for just an instant. Her
decent continued, as well as the light flicking of her tongue. Jill
thought she might just go crazy before she had her release. A hand
returned to her stomach, as did one to her other breast. They began
the soft circles once more in unison as her lips and vicious tongue
neared its destination.
Both lip and finger made contact with their prize, and another finger
or two where slipped under the waistband of her panties. She began to
suck lightly on one, and viously probe the other. The contrast of the
soft and subtle licks on one side and the violent prods and tweaks on
the other made Jill quiver. The other hand continued to lower its self
closer and closer to Jill's womanhood. Lightly stroking the skin all
around it, she eventually ran a finger over the lips. She did it
again, and continued lightly stroking her.
Jill moaned. She quickened the pace of her stroking in time with her
sucking motions on a breast, and also slowed down her attack on the
other all in time. Her tongue began to prod and lick more viciously,
her fingers slowing down the assault to a very gentle circle, and then
a finger was slipped inside Jill.
Rebecca stepped out in front of Jill, her fingers and mouth still in
place. She raised her head from the girl’s bosom and looked at her,
the fiery desire to please clearly in her eyes. She motioned for the
bedroom, and Jill quickly obliged. Woefully, her finger left Jill. She
placed it in her mouth and sucked it clean. She licked her lips and
smirked, making Jill follow her more quickly.
Rebecca stood beside the bed, patting it invitingly. Jill walked
forward, and Rebecca immediately lunged at her in a kiss. Jill stood
in the heat of the passion for a mere moment, before being pushed onto
the bed. Rebecca mounted her waist, and had at some time before
managed to get her panties off. She lightly moved her hips back and
forth over Jill's hips, before slowly falling forward and taking a
nipple into her mouth.
A hand also returned to her other breast, as did the magic finger to
her woman hood. It was quietly and slowly inserted again, moving in
and out slowly. Jill laid back and savored the moment.
"Oh...God..." She moaned as the finger began to quicken it's pace. She
raised her head and moved up slightly to kiss her lover, catching
another moan. Their tongues swirled around each other for a moment,
before she moved back down and began her work on the other breast. Her
fingers slowed down, almost stopping. Another was inserted.
Slowly, more and more of her fingers slid into her. The pace also
steadily began to quicken again, in time with how violently her tongue
was pleasing Jill's breasts. Jill moaned again, raising her hips and
Rebecca along with her. She thrusted herself outward, craving more.
Rebecca raised up from the breast and moved back. She removed the
finger from her partner and brought it to her lips. Jill hungrily
licked her juices off of the finger.
The hands fell to her breasts, kneading them slowly. Another kiss,
before Rebecca's head disappeared from view. Jill soon felt something
warm teasing her from below her field of vision, licking the skin
around the entrance to her flower. A hand strayed from teasing the
breast to lightly caress Jill's smooth stomach. Rebecca continued her
soft licks around Jill's petals, before delving into her. Her tongue
licking the sensitive parts right near her entrance.
Jill moaned again. She obviously could not last another minuet of
Rebecca's sweet torture. Her hips buckled and she started whimpering
as Rebecca's tongue began to explore her womanhood. Every time it
moved it sent jolts of pleasure through Jill's entire body. A hand
floated back up to her breasts, trying to heighten the impending
orgasm.
Rebecca's tongue continued licking around until she found what she was
looking for. Her clitoris. A mere flick of the tongue was all Jill
needed to explode with pleasure. Her hips raised off the bed,
Rebecca's light licks keeping up with her. Jill's vision faded as the
pleasure didn't stop. Rebecca continued to lap hungrily and extend the
orgasm.
Jill her lover’s name, as her vision completely faded and she lost
consciousness. She was awoken in a moment, however, by her lover’s
lips.
"That was amazing," Jill said, still high off he pleasure. She slipped
a hand down to Rebecca's stomach and began caressing, but she was
stopped.
"No, you don't have too. That's all I needed..." She responded,
pushing the hand away and kissing her new lover. "Just sleep."
And they did. Waking up to the Alarm clock an hour before they where
due out. Rebecca got up first, hitting the clock until it stopped its
infernal noise. "Jill...Wake up..." She said groggily, shaking her
partner by the shoulder.
"What...? Oh...we gotta leave..."
"Yeah."
As Jill got up to get some clothes, she asked the question that had
been burned into her mind since the first kiss. "How did you know how
to do that? It was amazing. I didn't know you knew..."
"I was in high school. She lived next door to me. There was a barn out
in the woods behind the house, and she told me to meet her there
one-day. She told me she thought I was cute. She was older than I by a
couple years was and I thought it was cool that an older girl liked
me, so I let her have her way."
Jill nodded as Rebecca continued the story. "By the time she was
finished, my Mom was out looking for me. I never did get to repay the
favor...I've kind of been planning that for a while."
She gave a light smile and kissed her friend. "Anyway, I gotta get
back to my place and get dressed," She started, looking down at her
nakedness. "Can I have a robe or something?"
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