Description: Jill comes home from rehab expecting a normal night with her husband, but while getting ready to cook dinner, things began to get spicy.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chris hated it, the office part of his job, but what he hated most about it was that it followed him home. He always wanted to be home, just to be home, not another place for him to do his work, but with the kind of job he has, he can just brush aside these kinds of things. Part of him thinks that was what allowed it to come home with him. Since he knows that it's all for good reasoning.
But he made sure to get his breaks, especially when. "Chris, are you home?” He heard the voice call out. He put his pen down on top of the packet he was working on and got up from his office chair, heading to the front door, finding his wife taking off her shoes.
“How was rehab with Barry?” Chris asked Jill as she placed her shoes on the shoe rack and headed into the kitchen; Chris followed behind her.
“I don’t understand why they keep doing this training. When I was…” Jill bites her lip and stops at the sink, where she was about to turn on the faucet. “When everything happened, I was still in somewhat control; that was me fighting. It’s just, I guess my motivation was altered.” Jill tried to explain herself but ended up sighing at the end and brushing everything she just said off, turning on the faucet and washing her hands. “Did you take the meat out?” She changed the subject completely.
Chris walked over to the thawed beef next to the fridge and took it over to her, placing it on the counter. “I took it out when I got home.” Chris responded as Jill flicked the remainder of the water off of her hands and grabbed a bowl, placing it between them.
“So who’s seasoning the meat?” Jill asked, and Chris smirked, backing away. “Agh, you're such a dick.” She playfully acted annoyed, rolling up her sleeves. “Go chop the vegetables,” Jill said, pushing him away with her butt.
Chris chuckles and does as told, grabbing the vegetables and cutting board, placing them on the counter. Chris gazed up at her, seeing her look down at the recipe she had written as she reached out, pulling the seasoning she needed without taking her eyes off the paper. Chris cherished these moments of domestic peace. Every time he was out on a mission, these are the moments he goes back to for peace.
“I need two tablespoons…” Jill mumbles to herself as she turns back at Chris. “Can you hand me—actually no, never mind.” Jill immediately turned back around, clearly lost in her own thoughts. “Fuck it, I'll just eyeball it.” She whispers to herself, but Chris hears it loud and clear, watching Jill figure out her next steps.
He watches her reach for her left hand and twist at her ring finger, but nothing is there. "Are you alright, sweetheart?" He said with a smugness in his voice.
Jill sighed as she whipped her head around to face him. “I keep forgetting, I don’t have a ring anymore.” Jill said as Chris put down the knife and walked over to her, putting his hand on her lower back and looking down at her.
“I guess I'll have to do something about that.”
The two gazed in each other's eyes before Chris's eyes flickered to his wife’s lips, and he leaned down, placing a soft kiss on them, but when he tried to pull away, Jill followed his lips, opening her mouth and deepening their kiss. Chris did not fight Jill's hunger for his lips and pulled her closer to his body.
Jill had grabbed the sides of his neck, holding him down where she was able to reach him. The innocent kiss that was meant to reassure Jill turns into a heavy make-out as Chris’s other free hand goes to Jill's butt as he breaks the kiss for a slight moment. “What about dinner?” He asked.
“You really care about dinner right now?” Jill replied with her chest rising and falling.
“No, not really.” Chris smirked as he moved his other hand down to Jill’s butt, lifting her up where she wrapped her legs around his torso. She found his lips again as Chris aimlessly took them to the bedroom while feeling on the wall, making sure he wasn’t going to run into anything.
He pressed Jill on the bed, getting on top of her as their tongues danced around each other before Jill pushed him off and sat up, pulling her shirt and bra off and tossing them to the floor.
Chris's eyes couldn’t help but widen at her bare breasts. He could feel all the blood in his body rush downwards to his cock. “Getting straight to the point," Chris chuckles.
“Whats the point of foreplay when I’ve been waiting for this for three years.” She replied, getting up, standing in front of him, reaching down into his pants, running her hand along his clothed cock that was getting harder by the second.
Chris couldn’t help but to let out a groan at the feeling of his wife’s touch. “Shit.” He spoke with a breathy voice as he tilted his head back and closed his eyes. Jill liked having this effect on her husband. Knowing that she can make him feel this.
Jill removed her hand from his pants and Chris immediately looked back down at her wishing her hand never left. “Take your pants off.” She said as she turned away walking over to his nightstand.
Chris listened to his wife, quickly ditching his pants, kicking them off before pulling down his boxers, where his dick sprang out, entering the night’s air. Chris watched Jill rummage through his nightstand drawer, where she pulled out an unopened box of condoms.
“When did you get these?” She turned around with a smirk, holding the box in the air.
Chris’s face turned pink; they were both adults and married, having done it countless amounts of times, but this time it was different since they hadn’t had sex since before Jill sacrificed herself for him back at the Spencer Estate. “Well, I thought—just in case a moment like this happens, we’d be ready.” Chris explained but couldn't help but stumble on his words, which Jill found cute. How she can still make her husband nervous.
She walked over to him while opening the box, grabbing a condom, and opening it. “Good thinking.” She smirked, gazing up at him, before freezing as if she hesitated to put the condom on him.
“Want me to get it?” He asked, already reaching forward for her hand, but she pulled her hand away from him.
“No, I got it. Just—" She paused for a brief moment, taking in a deep breath. “I want to do it.” She said before reaching back out, wiping the pre-cum that leaked out of him with her thumb, gazing into his eye and sucking off of her before rolling the condom on him.
That almost made him explode. But he stayed strong and focused as he tossed his shirt off and reached for Jill's pants. She still held his cock, doing slow, soft strokes as he pulled her pants and underwear down at the same time as she stepped out of them, pushing them with her foot to wherever Chris had kicked his clothes moments before.
“God, you're so—" Chris was cut off by Jill.
“Sit down.” She said as she put her hands on his chest and flipped places with him, she gently pushed him down on the bed so he was sitting up looking at her. Taking in her full body. From the blonde hair on her head to the scar on her chest to the curve of her waist down to her thighs that were pressed together.
She climbs into his lap, her hands wrapping around his neck. She was straddling him in such a way her head was above his despite their height difference. Chris reached down to grab ahold of his throbbing cock without breaking eye contact with Jill. He held it in place as he felt Jill slide against his tip until his tip met the entrance of her cunt.
The two stare in each other’s gaze, then Jill takes a deep breath in and shuts her eyes, lowering herself onto Chris, feeling his cock slide into between her folds and fill her cunt with his thickness.
She stopped midway, eyes still shut as she leaned her head into his shoulder and slid her hand from behind his neck onto his chest, bracing herself. “Are you alright?” Chris tries to search her face, but he cannot see her since her blonde hair covers her.
He lifted his fingers up and pulled her hair out from her face; he could see the discomfort. He felt his heart start to pound, realizing he was probably hurting her, and he was about to grab her hips to pull her off, but she stopped him, grabbing a hold of his wrist. "No, no. It's okay. It’s just been awhile.” She breathed between each word as she lifted her head, and now they were face-to-face again. “We can just take things slow, right?”
The question lingered in the air, and Chris didn’t know why it took him so long to answer. Sometimes he forgets his longtime partner was also his wife, and it makes him re-fall in love all over again.
Chris blinked a couple of times, getting back into reality, feeling his nerves rising in his stomach all over again like it was his first time. “Right.” He finally replied to Jill.
She can see it in his face. That look in his eyes. She has seen it many times before. She reaches up and cups his cheek, doing gentle thumb strokes against his beard. “You aren’t going to hurt me,” she said as her head tilted and switched her gaze to his other eye, lingering on his blue iris, “I promise.”
Chris exhaled and melted into the mattress. He knew she was right, but the thought still worried him.
Jill uncupped his cheek and reached down, grabbing both of his hands, placing them on both sides of her hips. “Help me out?” She said as a smile pulled from her lips that Chris saw she tried to fight but failed.
Her smile was so contagious that Chris couldn’t help but mirror her. “Alright, since you asked so nicely.” He breathed out a chuckle, feeling a slight relief of his worry fade away. He grips her hips a little tighter, and her hands never leave his as he slowly lifts her hips up until her cunt only has his tip in her before lowering her back down slightly more than where she was just resting on him.
He repeated this process of lifting Jill and lowering her, watching as he slowly took more and more of him until her folds had met contact with his pelvis. She breathed out and pressed her forehead against his, catching her breath even though she wasn’t really out of breath; more of it was because she had been holding her breath out of being nervous.
Chris let her take her time watching as her chest began to breathe in a steady rhythm before his gaze flickered upwards towards his lips. He leans in, not sure if Jill was even paying attention to him, and presses his lips on her.
It didn’t matter where Jill was in her own headspace because within an instant she melted into Chris’s kiss. The two of them can feel both of their bodies relaxing, and Chris moves his hands off of Jill's hips, running them up her bare back. They kept kissing until both of them needed air and Jill pulled away.
Her bottom lip had become puffy and red with a slight glossy shine to it. She looked down at him, and Chris got lost in her blue eyes that almost seemed to have turned to glass. Chris wasn’t a religious man, but he couldn’t help but question himself right then and there, wondering, "Has she always looked like an angel that had just flown down from heaven?"
Jill's hands reached up to his shoulders, grabbing ahold of the firm muscle that lay underneath his skin and gripping it. She begins to rock her hips painfully slowly, which makes a shaky whimper come out of Chris. She stares at him, watching how he is completely under her control now. Seeing his hands holding him up and gripping their bedsheets. There was something so beautiful about watching the man she loved giving her pleading eyes and beginning her in silences to keep going.
She began to rock her hips a little more aggressively and added a bit more speed and power but still kept it slow as she began to lean back. Feeling how the further she leans, the more spots Chris begins to hit that she wouldn’t normally feel if she were to be in the position she was just in.
Chris watched her lean, seeing how the moonlight began to shine on her body and tracing her curves. Bring out every little detail of her skin, her scars, her moles, and the bud of her nipples growing harder from the cold air.
His hand slides from her stomach up the curve of her waist until reaching her breast, where he grabs it, giving it a gentle squeeze. Kneading it in his hand as Jill's hand finds his thigh, using it as balance.
Her hip rocked, feeling the way Chris filled her so perfectly. Her eyes were shut, completely unaware of what Chris’s face even looked like at this moment. But she felt him begin to lean forward as his hand reached for her back, slowly pulling her up straight. Feeling the way her back was naturally arching. He kissed her breast and up her chest all the way up to her neck, where her head flinched at the tickle of his beard.
The two laugh softly and pull away to look at each other. There was no other woman in the world that could compare to Jill. She was the one he would always run to. “You are so beautiful," Chris said randomly, but it was genuine; he truly meant it and felt like he had no control of the words coming out of his mouth.
“You haven’t seen my view.” She responded, ranking her fingers through his hair, and her hips slowly stopped rocking.
“I could argue and say mine better," Chris said, moving closer to her lips.
“I wouldn’t agree with you, no matter what words leave your lips.” She replied, looking down at his lips before crashing into them, giving him a deep kiss, letting her mouth open so his tongue could slip in.
Their tongues fought, sliding into one another, and then Jill started losing, and Chris slowly lifted them, getting on top of Jill and lowering her onto the bed. Their mouths never separated from each other until Jill’s back met the mattress and his lips kissed down her chin to her neck, then her chest, and his cock slid out of her as he kissed lower down to her stomach and then to her pelvis, where he sank between her legs. Looking up at her as she gets up on her elbows.
In his mind this could’ve topped his view he saw earlier. Jill may have looked even more beautiful from this angle. Being between your lovers' thighs—was there even a better place to be?
Chris took a bold lick from her cunt all the way up to her clit, using his tongue to give it a little flick at the end. Jill shuddered as a chill went down her spine. He watched as her whole body language changed. She was completely under his control, needing to feel his tongue flick against her again.
So he did another bold lick against her, and he watched her take a strong breath in and then let it out. He began with bold licks before switching to sucking on her clit. Jill couldn’t help but reach out, knotting her fingers into his hair and pulling him harder into her clit.
Jill’s breath became ragged and her thighs wrapped themselves around his neck. Her hips began to raise, but Chris held them down and kept attacking her clit until Jill’s body couldn’t take it anymore. Every muscle in her body tensed up before suddenly releasing along with a shaking moan.
Chris slowly pulled away from her clit with a string of saliva, keeping the two links together before it broke, landing somewhere on their sheets.
Chris climbs back on top of Jill, seeing how ragged her chest was, and crawls as his forearms rest on each side of her head. He watched her come down as he leaned up, kissing her forehead as the tip of his dick gently brushed against the very sensitive clit of Jill’s, making her legs swing shut.
“My bad.” Chris chuckles as he brushes her hair back, loving the way she looks under him.
“I just need a second.” She said breathlessly as Chris lowered himself into the crook of her neck, doing everything in his power to control himself. His cock carved friction, and every little rub it felt from Jill’s legs drove him crazy and only fueled him more, making his cock only fuller with blood.
Chris tried distancing himself, leaving hickeys and love marks all over her collarbones until she grabbed him by the chin, pulling him back up to her face, kissing his lips, telling him all he needed to know, which was she was ready.
He didn’t break the kiss as he reached down, grabbing his cock that was pulsing in his hand, waiting as Jill opened her legs again. He guided himself back to her cunt, which was way more slicker than it was before.
He pressed his tip in, feeling it slide in with ease. Jill slowly pushes up in the mattress as Chris slides deeper into her before he reaches up, grabbing her shoulder, holding her still until he is fully inside of her, earning her a groan from Chris’s throat. “Oh, fuck.” Chris moaned to himself, looking down at his cock, seeing it was completely gone inside of Jill, before looking back up at her.
They were both catching their breaths as Chris gently held the side of her head and leaned in for a kiss. Jill gladly accepted, but the kiss was sloppy. Both of them are breathing in the kiss, which some people would say isn’t very romantic.
Neither one of them cared.
Chris began to move his hips out of her before rocking them back into her. The motion was slow and surprising. Jill didn’t know it was coming but wasn’t complaining at the feeling of Chris thrust back into her.
The thrust started off slow. Chris being able to feel every little grove inside of Jill before almost pulling all the way out of her and starting from scratch, filling her back up with his cock.
Jill's hands found Chris back as he began picking up the pace. His slow thrust became faster, harder ones. Chris began to pick up a rhythm and began to thrust harder but kept the same pace. When Jill felt Chris pound right in the spongy texture inside of her, her nails clawed into his back, making Chris husk out a groan but continued his thrust, gripping firmly into her hair.
His cock slid in and out of her with ease, and every nerve Jill had about discomfort and pain flew out the window as her head leaned back and her hips flushed into Chris. Her back arches, and Chris takes this moment to bring both of his hands down to her hips and grab them, having full control of everything now. He uses her hips and pulls them against him before pulling them away and doing the same thing over and over again. Before he became sloppy and felt himself start to twitch inside of her.
He let out a groan, trying to hold it in long enough so Jill can finish with him. He held his breath and picked up his speed. Losing his rhythm, but he felt Jill tighten around him, and he almost slipped out and released there.
He watched her tighten and her mouth hang low; he couldn’t take it anymore as he shut his eyes, trying to hold it back as much as possible, he shot his head up in the sky, still holding his breath, before he felt a little bit of cum start to leak out of him before he finally pulled out and released.
Cum shot out of him but was muffled by the condom wrapped around him as he let go of the breath he was holding. “Fuck, Jill.” He breathed, trying to catch his breath, feeling how tightly her legs were wrapped around him.
His cock began to relax, still being hard but not as firm as it was when he first made Jill cum. Chris reaches down pulling the cum filled condom off of him and untangling himself from Jill’s legs.
He gets up from off of the bed and heads over to the bathroom. “Where are you going?” Jill asked as he turned his head, seeing her up on her elbows in bed with a worried look.
“Just have to throw this away.” He replied, holding up the used condom as he watched Jill sigh and relax, lying back in the bed. He smirked to himself as he turned around, seeing how clinging Jill got after sex, which was always funny since Jill is never the clinging type.
Chris threw the condom away into the trash and wiped himself off with a hand towel, which he knew Jill would get mad at him for later, but that was a problem for later as he tossed it in the dirty laundry bin.
Chris walked back into the bedroom seeing Jill under the covers curled up into a ball. He crawled into their bed and gave her bare shoulder a kiss. “I missed this.” He said as he ran a hand over her cover bicep. “I miss you.”
Jill didn’t roll over or say anything back; rather, he only heard a small sniffle come out of her. “Jill?” He asked as he gently looked over her to see her face, seeing a tear falling from her eye. “Hey, what’s wrong?” He asked with concern riddled all in his voice.
She shakes her head and doesn’t answer, but Chris wasn’t a quitter. “Come on, talk to me? Did I do something wrong?” He asked, now feeling guilty for something he isn’t sure of.
“I’m not the same.” She said and Chris's eyes furrowed.
“What? What are you talking about?”
“I’m not the same woman you married before Wesker did what he did to me.” Jill said as Chris's eyes softened; she was thinking about it again. About him. Chris hated how Wesker embedded himself into Jill's brain and haunted her every single day. If Chris could, he would kill Wesker again but only more brutally.
“He’s gone and dead, you and I both know that.” Chris explained, still rubbing her bicep. “And you are just as beautiful as the first time I have ever seen you.”
Chris' words didn’t seem to do much for Jill’s mental but she did roll over to face him. “What if he still has control, what if I start acting upon him. Like he implanted me with his mind.” Jill started to worry and went down a rabbit hole.
“That device he had on your chest isn’t there anymore. He has no control over you and he never will.” Chris said as he got under the covers and sank into Jill’s side, laying his head on her chest, feeling her heartbeat begin to slow. “I’ll make sure nothing like that ever happens again.” He said as he gently rubbed her stomach.
“I know you will.” She sighs and relaxes, wrapping her arm around him and playing with his hair as she looks up at the ceiling. “But what if I'm stronger than you?" She whispers only to herself, knowing how impulsive she can be, knowing if somehow something like that happens again, her impulse might beat Chris’s hesitation.
