Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do
Nothing to lose
And it's you and me and all other people
And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you
~You and Me, Lifehouse
February 18, 2003
Inside a shack
Somewhere within Russia
"I'm cold," Jill shivered, rubbing her hands up and down her arms to create warmth, a useless action. She moved closer to the fireplace which gave off little heat.
"I am, too," Chris agreed, zipping his green winter jacket all the way up.
"How long until they come back?" She questioned, her breath visible, coming out of her mouth like feather-light clouds.
"Don't know," He sighed.
Hours ago, Chris and Jill infiltrated a secret Umbrella Facility, defeating countless B.O.W.s, including a new one called the T-A.L.O.S.. Umbrella placed a countless amount of money investing on this B.O.W. for who knows how long, which inevitably was a fatal blow that would cause them to go bankrupt. However, many operatives in the Private Anti-Biohazard Unit went back in the facility to clear the area of any loose bio-weapons and collect any evidence against the Umbrella Corporation. It was a win-win situation for the former S.T.A.R.S. officers.
However, Chris and Jill, exhausted, stayed behind while the others did this. They found an abandoned shack less than a mile away from the facility and camped out there. It hadn't been used in quite a while, and a had a hole or two in the roof, letting in the freezing air from the blizzard outside.
"This sucks." Jill muttered under her breath. Chris smiled at her, then shook his head, amused.
He stood up, pacing, deciding to have a look around the shack. It was bare, but the room was medium-sized which made it appear larger. There was a bed that was dilapidated and missing a mattress, a filthy sofa that was pushed against the wall, and two dressers with nothing on top of them.
Curious, Chris walked to one of the dressers, finding it entirely empty. He went to the second, slightly smaller, dresser, opening each of the drawers. He find out that the first two were empty as well, but the last one, to his surprise, had a decent-sized red blanket in a brand-new condition.
"Hey, Jill," He called out. "Look what I found for you."
He walked over to her with a smile, holding the blanket out for her.
"Where did you get that?" She questioned, laying down on her back.
"In one of the drawers over there," He tilted his head in its direction. He unfolded the blanket carefully, laying it out over Jill. "Better?"
"Yeah, much better. Thank you." She smiled tiredly. "What about you? Aren't you cold?"
He chuckled. "Yeah, a little bit. Don't worry about me, though. Just get some rest."
Jill frowned. "No, no. Come here." She flipped part of the blanket over, inviting him.
Chris grinned at the offer, and laid down next to her. When he was settled, she threw the blanket over him, then moved in closer, placing her head on his chest as he moved an arm behind her. She let out a content sigh, closing her eyes slowly.
He remembered how beautiful she looked a few hours ago- the light from the sunrise radiating her skin and the wind blowing in her hair. Even wearing her blue winter jacket and tactical gear, she was gorgeous as ever.
With a smile, he kissed her forehead, which earned a gentle hum in response. "Chris..."
Jill tilted her head upwards to look at him, but was caught off guard when he pressed his lips softly to hers. She kissed back, moving her hands to cup his face. After a few short seconds, they let go, breathlessly.
"We aren't supposed to do that on missions, you know." Jill smirked at him, however, a mischievous glint in her eye told him she wasn’t sincere.
He chuckled, moving along her jawline with tiny kisses. "So? We're on a break right now."
"You never play by the rules, do you?"
She turned her head to look into his eyes. “I guess that’s one of the things I like about you.”
He bit his lip, pretending to think. “What else is there?”
She cuddled next to him, playing with the collar of his shirt. “Well... you’re warm, that’s something.”
There was a short pause. “Go on,” He urged, half sincerely.
“Well, you’re caring and selfless, and you like to get yourself into trouble.” A smile formed on her lips at that thought. “You’re protective of me without going overboard and you treat me like an equal, not some damsel in distress.”
“You’re independent. It’s not like you would need my help.” He butted in.
She planted a brief his on his lips. “That’s not always the case. Besides, with you I wouldn’t mind.”
She ran her fingers through his hair, lying on top on him now. "I'm so glad I have you."
"I love you, Jill," He said, kissing her collarbone.
She smiled softly. "I love you, too, Chris." She pulled his head up, their lips meeting again, her arms wrapping around his neck.
Pulling away for air, Chris looked her in the eye and asked. "How about when all of this is over and we get back home, I'll do something special for you. Just the two of us."
"Sounds nice," she smiled, resting her head in the crook of his neck. "Tell me why you love me, like I did for you."
Chris smiled. "Well, you're beautiful for one. You're independent, smart, and the bravest person I know. You like to be tough and worry about others before yourself, and underneath that, you have a soft side that you like to pretend doesn't exist, but you let me see it sometimes. And somehow, you always make me happy."
She placed a kiss on his cheek. "You know me so well. I love that about you." Jill sighed happily, a grin on her face, then laid her head on his chest.
He rubbed his hands soothingly on her back. "Still cold?"
"Nope," Jill smiled wider, as she fell asleep in his arms.