Were you seeing what you thought you were seeing? You were buzzed - okay, perhaps a little more than buzzed - that nice comfortable relaxing purgatory between buzzed and drunk where you still have most of your faculties but giggle a lot more.
You tapped your friend on the shoulder, pointing directly in front of you at the man who had just walked through the door.
“Is that Redfield?” you asked, unable to suppress a laugh, eyes wide as you looked him over.
“Holy shit, it is!” June replied, nearly squealing with laughter at his get up.
It was a costume party, but, Jesus, Redfield really outdid himself. He was dressed in what you might call a sailor outfit, about two sizes too small, the white fabric clinging to every dip and curve of his muscles. The top was short sleeved, trimmed with baby blue, with a low scoop neck collar that clearly showed off his pectorals, and just too short to cover up his stomach, a delightful sliver of skin showing there too. He wore a matching pair of shorts, their length barely meeting mid-thigh, adorned with brass buttons and a matching blue belt.
On his hands were a pair of pristine white gloves, along with a peaked cap perched on his head and a pair of canvas deck shoes to complete the outfit. Leaving June to her drunken giggle fit, you sauntered over to the Captain, making sure your antlers didn’t slide off. You were dressed as a deer, face painted with the animal’s distinct marks, a brown and white bodysuit and an adorably fluffy pin-on tail, while June was the hunter, toting around a toy shotgun with her plaid shirt and suspenders.
“Lookin’ good, Captain,” you said, giving him an exaggerated once over, a broad smile on your lips.
“I lost a bet,” he replied, loudly, looking completely mortified about what he was wearing in public.
“Still, though, it’s a good look,” you complimented, not missing the little upward twitch of his lips. “Really shows off your assets.”
“Says the woman wearing a skin tight body suit,” he teased, and you rolled your eyes.
“Come on, I’m adorable, just admit it,” you urged, giving him a spin.
“…You look cute,” he finally replied, and you broke out into a grin. “Mouth off to any superior officers lately?”
You pursed your lips - like he couldn’t just give you the damn compliment - before replying in the negative. You may have had a little slip up during training a few weeks ago, making a snarky comment to your commanding officer, and landing you in “punishment” with Captain Redfield. He ran your ass ragged, then had you do another mile, before intense strength training and wall sits so long you swore your quads were going to melt from the pressure. But when the physical training was done, he sat and talked with you for a good long while, letting you bitch at him and get it all out before your exercises the next day. He was decent and kind, and also a huge hardass, but you respected him, definitely a little more than what was probably appropriate.
It sure didn’t help that he was still standing before you looking like he’d lost a fight with his dryer, all that toned, tanned skin of his on display, your senses altered by the few cocktails you’d imbibed throughout the night.
“No, Sir, I haven’t,” you sassed back, “Believe me, the fear of running you’ve instilled in me helps me keep my thoughts to myself.”
“Good, I wouldn’t want that mouth to get you in any more trouble,” he replied, eyes widening when he realized the implications of what he’d said. “That’s not- I, uh, didn’t mean it that way.”
“If you go get me another drink I could be convinced to forget all about it,” you said, tapping your chin.
“What’s your poison?” he asked, to which you replied Jack and Coke. “I’ll be right back.”
You felt someone bump your shoulder as soon as he was out of sight, turning to find June.
“Flirt with him a little harder, why don’t you?” she teased, wiggling her eyebrows at you.
“Oh,get out, I am not flirting with him-“
“Riiiiight, like you didn’t give him that little twirl so he could take a nice, long look at all your curves.”
You rolled your eyes, giving her a look. “I’m just being friendly.”
“Waking up in his bed tomorrow morning would make you really friendly, wouldn’t it?” June teased, scooting away before you could slap her.
The murderous look on your face turned back into a smile when Chris returned with your drink. “Everything all right?” he asked, taking a sip of his beer.
You nodded, sipping your own drink, surprised when it didn’t burn all the way down your throat. “Just June being annoying.”
“She’s in finance, right?”
“Yep, a boring accountant,” you replied, hips starting to move to the music that was playing. “Do you dance, Captain?”
Chris laughed, noticing your rapid change of subject. “Not usually, but I might be tempted to make an exception.”
“Oh, please! Dressed like that, you’ll be a hit,” you said, laughing at his frown.
“I told you, I lost a bet,” he insisted to your amused face, shaking his head when he realized you wouldn’t believe him. He placed his hands on your hips, one hand creeping back further to tug on your fluffy tail.
“Cute costume,” he commented, his skin so warm when you draped your arms over his shoulders.
“You said that already,” you reminded him, pressing your chest against his as you swayed to the beat, feeling his grip tighten when you lost your balance a little.
“All right, no more compliments for you, then,” he teased, making you giggle.
“Hey, hey, I didn’t tell you to stop, just to switch it up, Cap,” you replied, letting your palms glide over his biceps, and goddamn if they weren’t absolutely massive.
“You look really good,” he said, “It’s nice to see you out of uniform.”
You thanked him, realizing this was probably the first time you’d been in a room together when not at work. “I think you already know how I feel about your costume, Sailor Boy.”
“Yeah, yeah. I just can’t wait to get out of it,” he replied, not realizing the scenario your brain immediately created. Luckily that train of thought was interrupted by one of your favorite songs, and you started singing along as you danced with Chris.
One song blended into the next, then another and another, quickly losing track of time as you flitted about Chris Redfield’s orbit, using your dance moves as nothing more than excuses to touch him. You finished your drink and Chris was handed another beer from a colleague that you thought worked in comms. The two of you were genuinely enjoying each other’s company, along with some heavy flirting.
While your addled brain could’ve gone all night, your body, after a few more upbeat tracks, had had about enough, your temperature steadily rising from the alcohol and dancing. You felt lightning strike behind your eyelids, one of your hands raising to your forehead as you lost your balance.
“Hey, are you okay?” Chris asked, immediately noticing and holding you steady while you waited for the wave of nausea to pass.
“Yeah, just got a little lightheaded,” you replied with a reassuring smile.
“Here, let me help you outside for some air,” Chris offered, grasping your elbow to direct you towards the back door. The chill of the air was refreshing, instantly caressing your warm skin through the body suit. The Captain helped you sit before joining you, gently rubbing your back. You gave him a grateful smile, taking a deep breath of cool October air. The sickness had passed, but you still made a promise to yourself that you were cut off for the night.
You looked at Chris, genuinely concerned for your well being, feeling a fluttering sensation creep into your chest, unexpected but not unwanted.
“Feeling any better?”
“Tons. Thanks, Captain,” you answered with a sigh. There was silence for a moment, just the muted sounds of the party behind the door keeping you company.
“No worries.”
“So, Sailor Boy, what have you been up to lately?” you asked, Chris’s hand still on your back, hoping to keep his attention.
“Nothing too interesting,” he replied. “Some new recruits will be coming in soon, so I’m sure I’ll be in charge of them until they’re settled.”
“Babysitting?”
“Babysitting,” he confirmed with a laugh. “Hopefully none of ‘em have a mouth like yours. Not sure I want to run two endurance punishments instead of just one.”
“Don’t you test me, Sailor, I could have you shipped out to the Antarctic!” you threatened, puffing out your chest before dissolving into laughter.
“Didn’t realize Bambi was an Admiral.”
“Diversity hire,” you quipped, Chris failing to hide a loud bark of a laugh. As much as you liked talking to him, the cold was becoming a little unbearable, so you used his shoulder to steady yourself as you stood once again.
“I should probably call it a night,” you resigned, your face starting to itch from the makeup. The Captain nodded before standing as well, placing a protective hand on your lower back, most likely making sure you wouldn’t keel over.
“Care to… give me a good luck kiss before I head out to sea?” he suggested, presenting you with his cheek, and you bit your lip to stop from laughing.
“Of course, Sailor,” you replied, standing on your toes to plant a soft kiss right at the corner of his mouth. You hadn’t meant to be that close to his lips, but your balance faltered just enough before contact to make you miss your mark.
“Hmm,” he said, making your eyebrows raise. “Not sure if I got quite enough luck with that one, I think I might need a second dose.”
He presented his other cheek, and you placed your hand on his neck to steady yourself. This kiss hit the bullseye, but was still gentle, his stubble tickling your lips. It lasted far longer than was appropriate, and when you tried to pull away, Chris mirrored his hand on your neck, his eyes looking into yours, such a soft, warm brown that drew you back in.
The first touch of your lips to his was tentative, just the smallest amount of pressure before you committed fully, your eyes falling closed as you focused on the feel of him. You shifted closer to him, feeling his other hand hook over your hip. Chris let you set the pace, matching your intensity like you’d been practicing. He sucked on your bottom lip, the soft graze of his teeth enough to have you humming in the back of your throat. Your hips bucked forward before you could stop them, pulling away before you embarrassed yourself any further. He didn’t seem bothered, leaning in for one last peck before he licked your taste off his lips.
“Feeling lucky enough now?” you asked, hoping he couldn’t tell that your face was on fire.
“I am… the luckiest guy here.”
You laughed, pressing your lips near his ear, deciding to screw the consequences. “I think you could get a little luckier… if you wanted to….” Chris exhaled, gently squeezing your hip before rounding over your ass for a little preview touch.
“I could definitely stand to see what’s under your costume, Bambi,” he replied, easily coaxing you in for another kiss.
-:- -:- -:-
You weren’t expecting to wake up with Chris Redfield still in your bed, and especially not with the both of you fully clothed. Your head was a little foggy, but you did remember a lot of alcohol, a lot of dancing, and a lot of kisses with the still sleeping Captain, their sweetness still tingling on your lips. Sitting up, you saw that most of your makeup had rubbed off on your pillowcase, sighing at the pain in the ass it would be to get the stain out. Your bedfellow was on his stomach, one arm shoved beneath the pillow as he snoozed. You didn’t want to wake him, but you wanted to know if he had any idea what had happened the previous night.
“Chris?” you said quietly, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. It took a shake before he stirred, lifting bleary eyes to find yours.
“Hey,” he said, rubbing his face, noticing your abundance of clothing as well after a moment’s pause. “…Did we seriously fall asleep?”
“Looks like it,” you replied with a laugh, lamenting just how fucking old the two of you were, entirely horny for each other and not even able to handle your liquor enough to have sex.
“Shit, I’m… sorry and embarrassed,” Chris said, turning onto his side to face you.
“It’s all right, it’s probably for the best that we didn’t….”
“Hey, just because we don’t have liquid courage anymore doesn’t mean I’m not still attracted to you,” Chris said, scooting closer. “I mean, I wouldn’t mind at all picking up where we left off, Bambi.” You smiled, looking over at him. He was even sweeter in the morning, the clarity making you remember why you liked him in the first place. “But I’ll respect whatever decision you make. I’ll gladly pack up my spandex and leave, if that’s what you want.”
“Really?”
“Of course,” he replied, about to get up from the bed.
“No, Chris, wait,” you blurted, realizing your question made it seem like you weren’t interested. “I want you to stay.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Clothing finally made its way to the floor, Chris giving you enough compliments to boost your self esteem for a month. He was no slouch either, all that exercising you saw him do gave him a fit, toned body, his broad shoulders and thick quads making you nearly start salivating. Tearing your eyes away from his growing cock, you pulled out a condom from your crowded nightstand drawer, tearing the packaging and gently rolling it down his length. You gave him a quick tug, feeling your cunt throb in anticipation, rubbing your slick thighs together for some stimulation.
“How do you want me, Captain?” you asked, looking up at him from where he stood at the side of your bed.
“Lay on your back,” he said, grabbing onto your hips as soon as you’d followed his instructions. He tugged you down to the edge of the mattress, having you wrap your legs around him while he stood. He teased his cock between your lips, the head nudging your swelling clit just enough to make you arch your back towards him. Pushing against your entrance, he slowly sunk into you, grunting deliciously when he bottomed out.
You cursed, over and over again, louder when he began to move, starting with shallow, gentle thrusts before ramping up his speed and intensity. You felt his hands on your breasts, thumbing over pebbled nipples before encasing one between his lips. You threaded your fingers into his hair, tugging hard when you felt his teeth on your sensitive flesh, digging your heels into his muscled ass.
You moaned his name, encouraging him to give some attention to your other breast before claiming those warm, soft lips with your own.
“So fucking beautiful,” he said against your mouth, driving into you, “Should’ve fucked you months ago.”
“Yeah, you should’ve… fuck!” you exclaimed, Chris’s cock hitting that perfect spot inside. Standing straight once more, he coaxed your legs from around his hips, squeezing them together before pressing them against his chest. He bent down just enough to allow his cock to reach even further, the tightness of your closed legs squeezing so wonderfully around his girth. Every thrust had him caressing the roof of your pussy, your orgasm rapidly approaching.
“Fuck…fuck…oh,god, Chris,” you mumbled, gripping onto the bedsheets.
“Yes, baby girl, tell me how good it feels,” he said, pushing your legs down towards your stomach just a little more.
“So… fucking… good,” you cried, unable to continue as your climax ripped through you, your fists finding purchase on your sheets.
“Fuck,” the Captain cursed, being acutely aware of just how tightly your muscles were clenched around him. He kept thrusting, kept fucking you hard, his brow furrowing in concentration. He mumbled your name a minute or an hour later, you were too boneless and sated to tell, pushing his hips hard against you as he came.
Chris gently let your legs down, falling open to allow him to lean down for a sweet kiss. You kept him there for a long moment, cock still inside you, making sure to prolong that post-orgasm bliss for as long as you could. To his credit, he indulged you, running a hand through your hair and peppering your cheeks with sloppy pecks before finally withdrawing.
You were incredibly glad it was Saturday morning, no responsibilities or tasks to complete, the rest of the day available to lounge around and soothe the ache that would undoubtedly bloom between your legs. Chris walked over towards your desk, tossing the condom in the trash before rejoining you on your bed.
“You know, I’m kind of glad we fell asleep,” he admitted with a chuckle.
“Oh yeah?”
Chris nodded, kissing your forehead. “Yeah…. This was… really nice, Bambi.” You knew you were smiling like an idiot, hiding it by kissing him again.
“I had a nice time too, Captain,” you said against his lips, another languid kiss following. He stood, searching for his costume, and you were pretty sure he made a show of picking up his booty shorts just so you could stare at his ass.
“Wanna hit the showers? I can help you wash the rest of that makeup off,” Chris suggested, quickly tugging his shirt back on.
“It does get kind of slippery in there, it would be much more safe if I had a partner to watch my back,” you mused, deciding to pull on some sweatpants and a tank top instead of trying to squeeze back into your bodysuit.
“Believe me, your backside will be thoroughly watched,” Chris commented, giving your rear a pinch as you tried to tame your hair into a ponytail for the walk.
Were you seeing what you thought you were seeing? You were buzzed - okay, perhaps a little more than buzzed - that nice comfortable relaxing purgatory between buzzed and drunk where you still have most of your faculties but giggle a lot more.
You tapped your friend on the shoulder, pointing directly in front of you at the man who had just walked through the door.
“Is that Redfield?” you asked, unable to suppress a laugh, eyes wide as you looked him over.
Warnings: a marriage proposal lmao, talks of spiders, slightly suggestive dialogue
Author’s Note: happy one year to one of if not my favorite game <3 I just played a 2 ½ hour playthrough to cry about it <3 remember a year ago when i kinda hated chris and now hes one of my favorite characters ever? growth. cant believe that was a time in my life btw
Summary: kinda plotless, you and Chris are working at getting Miranda and having some conversations about your lives
I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator
(not my gif)
At this point you felt like you had seen everything. You had seen things in that damn mansion years ago and ever since you had never stopped seeing things that your eyes were never meant to behold. Days like today you were just thankful that you always had Chris right beside you. You knew plenty of people who went at this alone; Leon Kennedy when Ada Wong wasn’t around, Jill Valentine when she was working. But you and Chris had always been just that.
You and Chris.
It was hard for even you to imagine one without the other. You hadn’t started dating until years into your partnership with STARS but had been essentially inseparable ever since. His presence was always a comfort to you.
Not to mention how much he liked having you around. He would get worried sometimes but he genuinely isn’t sure what he would do without you at this point. He had been with so many teams and groups and partners but he always came back to you at the end of it.
You were in a cave in Romania. It was just you and Chris which was odd. Usually you had others of the squad around, taking tests, talking over plans. But for once it was just the two of you and a shit ton of weapons.
You were stocking up. You could feel a fight brewing and you weren’t going to miss it. You were of the mind that you should tell Ethan Winters everything but somehow Chris got to be your superior in that regard. He was sitting on a box of things, hunched over, staring at the computer screen. The light was illuminating his face. You stared at his features shamelessly and for no particular reason.
“You’re starring,” he muttered. He closed the laptop, sitting up straight.
“Got a problem with that Redfield?”
“Never.” He stood up. “That’s my gun.” You looked down at the Dragoon in your hand and shook your head, lips pursed.
“I have never seen you use this gun.”
“I’ve been using that gun for years.”
“I didn’t know it had your name on it.” You laughed gently, handing it over to him. It was true. You hadn’t seen him without the damn thing since the time he got it, after the Spencer mansion.
“You better watch out with what you touch, I could take your gun just as easily,” he said, giving you a raised eyebrow. The ease of conversation with Chris has always been your saving grace in these large tasks. He made you feel like this was any other day.
“Is that a threat?” you teased.
“Do you want it to be?” he asked, voice gruff. You leaned against the wall, shaking your head slowly.
“Christopher. Aren’t we meant to be saving the world here?”
“I’ve always got time for you sweetheart,” he said cheekily. You scoffed to hide the flush on your face. You really did love him. It was hard not to.
“Captain?” Lobo said into the walkie that Chris had sitting beside the computer. “Lieutenant.”
“Hit me,” Chris said.
“We’ve got eyes on a large factory building. Looks like it’s producing bioweapons.”
“They got factories for that now?” you asked, annoyed. You grabbed your gun that was leaning on the side of the wall.
“Send the exact location. We’ll make our way over.” “Just the two of you?” Tundra teased lightly. “You gonna be able to keep your hands to yourself?” You scoffed.
“I make no promises,” you said to the speaker. You nodded to start heading out. The coordinates they had sent were across a small river. It was likely you and Chris would have to do a lot of maneuvering to get over there. That wasn’t exactly a surprise. “We didn’t even get to go into the castle,” you pouted.
“Were you trying to go to the castle?” he asked, following you. You shrugged.
“It looked cool.”
“You heard them. There was a tall blood sucking bioweapon in there.” “We’ve dealt with so much worse. You remember the huge spider?”
“I do. I mostly remember it because you remind me of it very often.” You shivered at the memory. It had been years ago yet it still left you feeling uneasy.
“I should have died there. It would have spared me the memory of the event.”
“I would have hunted down every spider in revenge. You wouldn’t want that for me,” Chris settled. You shrugged.
“I think you were bound to hunt down every spider eventually. I make you do it at the house,” you admitted.
“You can kill bioweapons like nobody’s business but house spiders…”
“I don’t like them,” you said finally, shaking your head. You exited the cave together and came to a small pathway that led you down the boat you had taken. “Do you think we can take the boat to the coordinates?”
“I doubt we’re that lucky.” “Always the hard way. Why do I even ask?”
You got in the boat across from him. He started to turn it on, steering down the peaceful running water. You stared at him again, studying his features. When had he gotten so weathered? When had your Chris grown up? His shoulders broadened, the bags under his eyes became permanent.
It slightly shocked you how little of the STARS Chris was written on his face.
“You’re starring again,” he said.
“I’m sorry,” you whispered. “You look tired.” He scoffed.
“So do you.”
“I just mean like, as a person. You look exhausted. When was the last time we slept in? Or stayed at home for an extended period of time?”
“You know we can’t talk about things like that right now. Not with Miranda out there.”
“Are we gonna do this until we die?” you asked, suddenly shocked with the seriousness in your voice. He looked into your eyes, one arm on his knee.
“I don’t know,” he said honestly.
“I mean, I don’t want like a peaceful life, you know. Never been my style. But we, realistically, should have gotten married years ago.” “Are you proposing?” he asked, though his voice was slightly strained.
“No.” You closed your eyes tightly. “Not that I don’t wanna marry you. I’ve always wanted to marry you. I just mean…we’ve been doing this forever. It’s never ending. When will it be someone else’s turn?” He stared into your eyes, watching you.
“I’ve never wanted something else for myself,” he admitted. He was quiet for a moment. “But I’ve always wanted more for you.”
“Well you know I won’t go anywhere without you.” You crossed your arms. He chuckled lowly.
“That I know.”
“I love you, you know,” you said, a little quieter. “I’ve never stopped loving you.”
“I love you too. I always have, I always will,” he promised. “When we survive this, let’s get hitched.” Your eyes went wide.
“What?”
“If that’s what you want, I’m not against it. We probably don’t have time for a whole thing but we could do something with Claire and your family,” he offered.
“Is that what you want? I don’t wanna peer pressure into a marriage Chris.”
“You act like we aren’t already married,” he said. He leaned forward, stopping the boat by the dock. He got out of the boat and helped you out, grabbing your hands. “Marry me.”
“That doesn’t sound like a question.” He cleared his throat.
“Will you marry me?” You could have cried. You sniffed and nodded quickly.
“I will Chris Redfield. I will marry you.” He smiled brightly, a brighter smile than you had seen from him for a while. You kissed him gently, knowing it couldn’t last long, knowing you had things that you hadto do.
