▋I hate the way fandom power-scales Claire through this weird credentialist lens, as if she needs a military résumé before she’s allowed to be competent, especially whenever people talk about the original Code: Veronica opening.
You know the one. Claire infiltrates an Umbrella facility, gets chased down by armed guards and helicopters, causes absolute chaos, and still goes out like a menace. It is easily the most badass FMV from the original era of the series, and every time someone says, “That should have been Chris,” I’m like: okay, thank you, you should’ve just started there. We could’ve saved time.
Because that’s usually where the argument is going anyway. It’s not really about whether Claire is “capable” of doing it. It’s about people being weirdly annoyed that Claire got that sequence.
And I find that so boring, because Claire has never needed to be a soldier for that scene to make sense. Her whole character is cut from the same cloth as Ellen Ripley and Sarah Connor: everyday women who are thrown into horror, survive it, adapt, harden, and become terrifyingly competent because the situation demands it.
Sarah Connor is not introduced in The Terminator as some elite commando. She’s a nineteen-year-old waitress. Ripley is not introduced in Alien as an action hero. She’s a warrant officer trying to keep everyone from doing something stupid, which, unfortunately for her, is apparently a full-time job. Their power does not come from credentials. It comes from escalation. They survive the nightmare, and the nightmare changes them.
That is Claire.
Claire survives Raccoon City. She’s been trained by Chris, yes, but more importantly, she has already been through the kind of trauma that either breaks you or turns you into someone who can move through fear without stopping. So when Code: Veronica opens with her breaking into Umbrella’s Paris facility, I don’t see that as “unrealistic.” I see it as genre language. It is the game telling you: this is not the same girl who walked into Raccoon City looking for her brother. This is what surviving Raccoon City did to her.
And the Code: Veronica opening has always felt like it was recalling Sarah Connor’s unseen Cyberdyne incident before T2, where John explains that his mother was arrested after trying to infiltrate and blow up Cyberdyne. That is the same archetype. Not “trained military professional does military professional things,” but “ordinary woman discovers the machine behind the horror and decides she is going to drag hell directly to its front door.”
So it annoys me when people try to flatten Claire back down into “just a college student” every time she does something impressive.
Yes. She was a university student.
So was Sarah Connor “just” a waitress.
Ripley was “just” a civilian worker.
That is the point. That is the entire flavor. That is why it works.
I’ll admit, the recent producer comments about Code: Veronica’s remake portrayal make me a little nervous. The whole “RE2 was only three months ago” thing is technically true, but I hope that does not become an excuse to sand Claire down too much. Three months is not a lot of time in normal life. Three months after surviving Raccoon City is not normal life.
Claire does not need to be written like Chris. She should not be written like Chris. But she also should not be written like she wandered into the plot with a backpack and a prayer. She has already survived one of the worst bioterror outbreaks in history. She has already learned what Umbrella is. She has already decided to chase them instead of run from them.
That opening is not some random “girlboss” power fantasy. It is the thesis statement of Claire’s original-era character:
You can underestimate her because she does not have the official title, the uniform, or the resume.
summary: After over two years interviewing and collecting footage of the local motorsports team, the Raccoon City Marauders, you finally realise you've made the one mistake no professional should, letting things get personal
pairing: Claire Redfield x fem reader
tags: Reporter x Sportsperson, flirting, biker! Claire, no zombies AU, reader and Claire are in their early 20s, light angst, mentions of injury, fluff, hurt/comfort
word count: 1.5k
"And there go The Raccoons—again! Just look at the way she speeds down that track, it is insane. Our team over here have gone through as many trophies as names; intially starting as 'The Raccoons', became 'The Raccoon Raiders' temporarily: 'The Raccoon Marauders', and now finally the team seem to have settled 'The Raccoon City Marauders' - geez all those R's 've got me in need of an R&R, what do you think Josh?"
It was a sunny day, the track was still wet from yesterday's rain, a bit of a hazard but the racers seemed happy enough to proceed. Currently, the RCM were in second place, narrowly beaten by the another racer, Trevor Gibson. You tore your eyes from the camera to your partner, Josh Stone.
"Well this is MotoAmerica, there isn't a second left for a break. Speaking of which Claire Redfield, as we all know had quite the accident 10 months ago."
You almost winced at the memory, suddenly acutely aware of why you'd been so irritable this morning. Claire had wiped out, on a wet track just like this one a few months back. You'd been there, heard the yells before you'd turned to see the wreck.
Claire who'd hidden her face from the camera, holding back sobs. Later in an interview (not by you, you couldn't bare to see her absorbed in rage and fear) she'd said she was terrified in that moment. Terrified she'd never compete again. That infuriated you more.
If anything Claire had been the catalyst that promoted your career as a journalist/reporter. You found yourself doing more of both these days, especially because your audience seemed to love your dynamic with Claire. The publicity from your interviews had skyrocketed her popularity and the way you both bickered after races? Electric and everyone knew it. Apart from her that is.
"Now she's back to be bigger than ever, if you follow the track south-east you can see her now head-to-head with Team CRBK's Trevor G. Who has been doing spectactulary this time around. Two young rising stars, tensions are high!"
"Well yes, Ms Redfield is quite a marvel." You said a little more tersely than you'd should have. The cameras panned to the track which gave you a few more seconds to collect yourself.
"You alright?" Josh placed an hand on your shoulder, handing you a plastic water bottle with his other.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm doing fine. A little parched, thanks." You took the bottle graciously, taking a meticulous sip.
The last thing you wanted was water dripping down your face on national television. The fact that this was so big for you, at such a young age on national tv should have been more nerve-racking, but you couldn't sever your thoughts from Claire on that slippery track behind you.
"Uh huh. Worried about Ms Redfield?" You shook your head vigourously which made Josh chuckle.
"She'll be fine."
"You have not denied your concern." He teased.
He was fully grinning and his face brought you back down to earth. You and Josh have spent over two years proving yourself, analysing broadcasts, improving on mistakes. It was not the time to get distracted.
"I'm more concerned about doing my job."
Josh seemed to sense your defensiveness because he laid off a little.
"Of course. Don't let your nerves get to you. We have practised for this, aboki*."
You nodded in response. At least you're not the main reporters today. Speaking of which, you turned to watch the track just in time to see Claire drift around the loop and you swore for a second you saw sparks. The dangerous stunt bought her some time and, wow, she's winning.
"And Redfield had overtaken Gibson for first place. She came her to prove that she is still the Queen of the racetrack, and she is killing it."
But that was reckless. So fucking reckless, why wasn't she thinking with her head. The same sliding across wet track that shattered her femur. You'd made the mistake of researching the night after, what that did to a person, and it only made you even gladder that you didn't see the accident first hand.
"Josh, is she insane?" You hissed, he was busy smiling at the track, blissful unaware of your scowl.
"She's wonderful, she's two laps away from placing first. Look at that."
While the rest of your team went to collect footage you avoided the crowd of reporters to get to the bathroom.
The whole scenario was aggravating. Sure you were proud beyond belief but that split second where you watched Claire made your heart ache in a way you simply no longer had time for.
You heard a knock on the bathroom door but ignored it, clearly the stall was occupied. You hated it when people-
"Hey, this is The Raccoons female bathroom seeing as I'm the only female on the team, I think you've gone into the wrong bathroom."
You freeze. Claire. Well fuck. Had you not looked at the sign before you walked in? Of course you hadn't, you'd been too pissed and what not to spare a glance at where you were wondering off to.
"Shit- sorry." You fumbled with the lock to open in bathroom, body moving before your mind realised this meant you were about to face her.
Claire called your name softly as you opened the door. Hair dishelved, sweaty and somehow still looking amazing. Her eyes went soft with confusion.
"You do know this is-
"Yes."
"Because you've been at this track many t-
"Yes. I know." You practically growled.
Wonder if you could push past a 7-year athlete by sheer willpower to get out of this awkward conversation. When her face faltered you finally remembered your manners.
"Congratulations on first place, Ms. Redfield."
"What? Ms. Redfield? Are you- what's up with you?"
"Nothing."
You took the opening to start walking towards the sink, washing your hands, you hear the sound of the tissue dispenser over Claire's voice.
"I haven't seen you in months, it's not nothing."
"You've been recovering for months. I got busy." You breathed out.
Suppose it made sense for her to be surprised by your detached demeanour. You'd even let her convince you to go out for drinks after one competition last year. So unprofessional. You were better now. You could resist.
"Well now I'm not," Claire huffed. "What's with the cold shoulder?"
The silence permeated the air for a bit before she talked again, looking at you through the bathroom mirror while you avoided her gaze, water still trickling down the basin.
"Is this about the accident?"
"Yes." Maybe you needed this.
"Yes, it is. Seeing you wipeout like that was terrifying. I'm an idiot for caring but maybe I don't like seeing someone I consider a friend recklessly risk their life."
You watched her chew on her lip, seeming to mull over your words.
"I'm sorry. God, I didn't mean to freak you out - I never thought about it from your point of view, but I miss you. And believe me, after all that rehab I am being careful. Promise."
How did she manage to look at you like that? Blue eyes that seemed to scour the surface of your soul so gently. Like she was holding you already with just a glance. You swallowed.
"You promise?"
Claire held a gloved hand out, soft smile as she gestured it towards you.
"Promise." You shook her hand with a sigh. Maybe you didn't want to resist her in the first place.
"It'll be nice to work with you again, Redfield. Professionally of course."
She snorted as warm as the sunshine outside.
"Aren't we friends? That's not very professional."
You glared playfully. "Right, you're going to get me in trouble for fraternising as well as late back to the office. Thanks for that."
Her head shook at that, finally realising your hand.
"I can drive you back myself if you want? Dodge the traffic?"
You raised an eyebrow at that.
"Shouldn't you be celebrating your win, Claire? This is huge for you and you probably have a bunch of reporters who are actually doing their job ready to interview you-"
Claire raised a dismissive hand with a tired exhale.
"Okay. But you need a lift. Unless you think I'll crash?"
You shake your head, surprising even yourself. Some kind of blind trust.
"No, let's go then."
Claire leads you to the car-park where her personal famous Harley-Davidson is parked. On the way, the silence is comfortable, and it's just the same as it was before the accident. Still, you're not fully ready to be that close again.
"You okay?" She asks, taking her helmet off the handlebar.
"Mhm. You're awfully friendly, you know. Trying to butter me up? I'll forgive but not forget."
Claire rolls her eyes, and you allow her to place the helmet on your head. You feel your cheeks press against the cramped inside as the heavy thing encompasses you. How do these guys keep them on for so long? No wonder Claire's so sweaty.
"Well, maybe I'm interested in being more than just your friend."
Omg this was soooo fun to write. I love Claire I had to physically hold back from writing a kiss scene.
that's because i totally wanna write another part to this dynamic in particular.
eee I love you Claire Redfield (also peep the Lunch by Billie Eilish ref)
also i just had to put Josh Stone in there, if Capcom won't do something with their side characters i will.
*aboki means friend in Hausa, a language most common in nothern nigeria.
summary: After over two years interviewing and collecting footage of the local motorsports team, the Raccoon City Marauders, you finally realise you've made the one mistake no professional should, letting things get personal
pairing: Claire Redfield x fem reader
tags: Reporter x Sportsperson, flirting, biker! Claire, no zombies AU, reader and Claire are in their early 20s, light angst, mentions of injury, fluff, hurt/comfort
word count: 1.5k
"And there go The Raccoons—again! Just look at the way she speeds down that track, it is insane. Our team over here have gone through as many trophies as names; intially starting as 'The Raccoons', became 'The Raccoon Raiders' temporarily: 'The Raccoon Marauders', and now finally the team seem to have settled 'The Raccoon City Marauders' - geez all those R's 've got me in need of an R&R, what do you think Josh?"
It was a sunny day, the track was still wet from yesterday's rain, a bit of a hazard but the racers seemed happy enough to proceed. Currently, the RCM were in second place, narrowly beaten by the another racer, Trevor Gibson. You tore your eyes from the camera to your partner, Josh Stone.
"Well this is MotoAmerica, there isn't a second left for a break. Speaking of which Claire Redfield, as we all know had quite the accident 10 months ago."
You almost winced at the memory, suddenly acutely aware of why you'd been so irritable this morning. Claire had wiped out, on a wet track just like this one a few months back. You'd been there, heard the yells before you'd turned to see the wreck.
Claire who'd hidden her face from the camera, holding back sobs. Later in an interview (not by you, you couldn't bare to see her absorbed in rage and fear) she'd said she was terrified in that moment. Terrified she'd never compete again. That infuriated you more.
If anything Claire had been the catalyst that promoted your career as a journalist/reporter. You found yourself doing more of both these days, especially because your audience seemed to love your dynamic with Claire. The publicity from your interviews had skyrocketed her popularity and the way you both bickered after races? Electric and everyone knew it. Apart from her that is.
"Now she's back to be bigger than ever, if you follow the track south-east you can see her now head-to-head with Team CRBK's Trevor G. Who has been doing spectactulary this time around. Two young rising stars, tensions are high!"
"Well yes, Ms Redfield is quite a marvel." You said a little more tersely than you'd should have. The cameras panned to the track which gave you a few more seconds to collect yourself.
"You alright?" Josh placed an hand on your shoulder, handing you a plastic water bottle with his other.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm doing fine. A little parched, thanks." You took the bottle graciously, taking a meticulous sip.
The last thing you wanted was water dripping down your face on national television. The fact that this was so big for you, at such a young age on national tv should have been more nerve-racking, but you couldn't sever your thoughts from Claire on that slippery track behind you.
"Uh huh. Worried about Ms Redfield?" You shook your head vigourously which made Josh chuckle.
"She'll be fine."
"You have not denied your concern." He teased.
He was fully grinning and his face brought you back down to earth. You and Josh have spent over two years proving yourself, analysing broadcasts, improving on mistakes. It was not the time to get distracted.
"I'm more concerned about doing my job."
Josh seemed to sense your defensiveness because he laid off a little.
"Of course. Don't let your nerves get to you. We have practised for this, aboki*."
You nodded in response. At least you're not the main reporters today. Speaking of which, you turned to watch the track just in time to see Claire drift around the loop and you swore for a second you saw sparks. The dangerous stunt bought her some time and, wow, she's winning.
"And Redfield had overtaken Gibson for first place. She came her to prove that she is still the Queen of the racetrack, and she is killing it."
But that was reckless. So fucking reckless, why wasn't she thinking with her head. The same sliding across wet track that shattered her femur. You'd made the mistake of researching the night after, what that did to a person, and it only made you even gladder that you didn't see the accident first hand.
"Josh, is she insane?" You hissed, he was busy smiling at the track, blissful unaware of your scowl.
"She's wonderful, she's two laps away from placing first. Look at that."
While the rest of your team went to collect footage you avoided the crowd of reporters to get to the bathroom.
The whole scenario was aggravating. Sure you were proud beyond belief but that split second where you watched Claire made your heart ache in a way you simply no longer had time for.
You heard a knock on the bathroom door but ignored it, clearly the stall was occupied. You hated it when people-
"Hey, this is The Raccoons female bathroom seeing as I'm the only female on the team, I think you've gone into the wrong bathroom."
You freeze. Claire. Well fuck. Had you not looked at the sign before you walked in? Of course you hadn't, you'd been too pissed and what not to spare a glance at where you were wondering off to.
"Shit- sorry." You fumbled with the lock to open in bathroom, body moving before your mind realised this meant you were about to face her.
Claire called your name softly as you opened the door. Hair dishelved, sweaty and somehow still looking amazing. Her eyes went soft with confusion.
"You do know this is-
"Yes."
"Because you've been at this track many t-
"Yes. I know." You practically growled.
Wonder if you could push past a 7-year athlete by sheer willpower to get out of this awkward conversation. When her face faltered you finally remembered your manners.
"Congratulations on first place, Ms. Redfield."
"What? Ms. Redfield? Are you- what's up with you?"
"Nothing."
You took the opening to start walking towards the sink, washing your hands, you hear the sound of the tissue dispenser over Claire's voice.
"I haven't seen you in months, it's not nothing."
"You've been recovering for months. I got busy." You breathed out.
Suppose it made sense for her to be surprised by your detached demeanour. You'd even let her convince you to go out for drinks after one competition last year. So unprofessional. You were better now. You could resist.
"Well now I'm not," Claire huffed. "What's with the cold shoulder?"
The silence permeated the air for a bit before she talked again, looking at you through the bathroom mirror while you avoided her gaze, water still trickling down the basin.
"Is this about the accident?"
"Yes." Maybe you needed this.
"Yes, it is. Seeing you wipeout like that was terrifying. I'm an idiot for caring but maybe I don't like seeing someone I consider a friend recklessly risk their life."
You watched her chew on her lip, seeming to mull over your words.
"I'm sorry. God, I didn't mean to freak you out - I never thought about it from your point of view, but I miss you. And believe me, after all that rehab I am being careful. Promise."
How did she manage to look at you like that? Blue eyes that seemed to scour the surface of your soul so gently. Like she was holding you already with just a glance. You swallowed.
"You promise?"
Claire held a gloved hand out, soft smile as she gestured it towards you.
"Promise." You shook her hand with a sigh. Maybe you didn't want to resist her in the first place.
"It'll be nice to work with you again, Redfield. Professionally of course."
She snorted as warm as the sunshine outside.
"Aren't we friends? That's not very professional."
You glared playfully. "Right, you're going to get me in trouble for fraternising as well as late back to the office. Thanks for that."
Her head shook at that, finally realising your hand.
"I can drive you back myself if you want? Dodge the traffic?"
You raised an eyebrow at that.
"Shouldn't you be celebrating your win, Claire? This is huge for you and you probably have a bunch of reporters who are actually doing their job ready to interview you-"
Claire raised a dismissive hand with a tired exhale.
"Okay. But you need a lift. Unless you think I'll crash?"
You shake your head, surprising even yourself. Some kind of blind trust.
"No, let's go then."
Claire leads you to the car-park where her personal famous Harley-Davidson is parked. On the way, the silence is comfortable, and it's just the same as it was before the accident. Still, you're not fully ready to be that close again.
"You okay?" She asks, taking her helmet off the handlebar.
"Mhm. You're awfully friendly, you know. Trying to butter me up? I'll forgive but not forget."
Claire rolls her eyes, and you allow her to place the helmet on your head. You feel your cheeks press against the cramped inside as the heavy thing encompasses you. How do these guys keep them on for so long? No wonder Claire's so sweaty.
"Well, maybe I'm interested in being more than just your friend."
Omg this was soooo fun to write. I love Claire I had to physically hold back from writing a kiss scene.
that's because i totally wanna write another part to this dynamic in particular.
eee I love you Claire Redfield (also peep the Lunch by Billie Eilish ref)
also i just had to put Josh Stone in there, if Capcom won't do something with their side characters i will.
*aboki means friend in Hausa, a language most common in nothern nigeria.
corruption kink with perv!bestfriend!claire... shes all dirty jokes until her fingers are pumping into your poor, untouched cunt while her other hand wipes the tears falling down your flushed cheeks :(
BLM is still a thing. If you don’t reblog this, but would’ve in June/July you were only in support of black lives when it was a trend. They still need justice
hiii can i request Claire redfield x fem reader where Claire and reader are dating and she comes to visit during exam season and she practically has to force reader to take a break because she's pulling all-nighters like crazy. Kind of like college au.
thank youuu
yes you can indeed love !! this req made me so happy 🥹 let’s celebrate claire’s return in REV with some indulgent fluffy gf smut <3
study break
tags: afab reader x claire redfield, college au, pre-RE2, pretty shameless smut, oral (giving), fingering
knock knock knock
the rapping makes you jump in your seat, a flash of pain in your back from the hunched position you’d been sitting in for the last several hours. you rub your strained eyes, bright computer light imprinted in your mind.
as you try to tether yourself back to reality, the knocking at your door starts up again. you stumble up from your desk, heading toward the entrance to your dorm room. you fumble with the lock on the door, swinging it open when you finally unlatch the deadbolt.
leaning against the doorframe, backpack slung over one shoulder, was your girlfriend; claire redfield.
her eyes always capture your attention first; round, sapphire blue, and rimmed with thick brunette lashes. right now, they were slightly narrowed, looking at you with a questioning gleam.
“hey baby, everything alright?” she asks you, eyebrows slightly cocked.
you feel a wave of guilt crash over you, totally having forgotten about the plans you’d made with claire tonight.
“hi babe, i’m fine! totally fine, why do you ask?” you reply, pulling her into your room.
she follows you in, glancing around at the disheveled state of your dorm room; notebooks and pencils are scattered across your computer desk, a textbook haphazardly lies on your pillow and your couch is covered in a pile of clothes that had been accumulating all week.
“well it took you forever to answer the door…”
you turn around and grin at her sheepishly.
“y/n, did you forget about our movie date?” claire asks, smirking at you with teasing scorn.
“no, no! i just got caught up doing some school work.” you explain, turning to your desk to scoop up some notebooks. “professor marcus gave us so much this week i actually don’t know how i’m going to finish it all.”
claire drops her backpack on your bed and comes up from behind you, hugging her arms around your waist.
“hey, it’s okay, i get it.” she reassures you, holding you close.
you turn around, throwing your arms over claire’s shoulders and bringing her flush to your chest. you bring your lips to hers; so plush and soft, you can’t help sucking on her lower lip, tongue swiping across it. claire gives a little moan, sending a pang of want through you.
you break from the kiss. your head is still consumed with your course work and you glance back guiltily to your desk.
“baby, i’m really sorry, but could i work for a bit longer? just 10 minutes, i promise.” you ask her sweetly, biting your lip.
claire rolls her eyes but still smiles, lips flushed dark pink.
“fine. but you have to make it up to me, okay?”
you pull her in tightly, pressing into her chest.
“of course! thank you, claire, you’re the best.”
you pull away, turning back to sit at your desk.
“i know i am.” claire teases, heading over to your cluttered couch. “might as well clean while i wait.”
she grabs a handful of dirty clothes, bringing them over to a hamper in the corner. you blow her a kiss, which she feigns receiving on her cheek.
you go back to your computer, quickly falling back into scanning your notebook and typing fervently. eyes glued to the screen, you type and backspace, redoing an entire section you decide you’re unhappy with. you’re not sure how much time has passed until you feel hands grabbing you from behind.
“baby, please, i’m so bored.” claire whines, resting her chin on your shoulder.
you turn around, tearing your eyes from the cool light of the computer. your room was much cleaner, clutter and trash put away, bed made, and it even looked like claire had wiped down and dusted. you had definitely been working for more than 10 minutes.
“i’m sorry, baby, thank you so much.” you turn to her, smiling gratefully.
she crosses her arms, looking happy with herself.
“no problem. i’ve seen way worse, my brother is like the grossest human being on earth.”
you turn around to her and she grabs your wrist, tugging you out of your desk chair.
“c’mon, i’m ready for our date to start.” claire chides, pulling you onto the newly made bed.
claire lays down, propping her upper back on your pillows. she pulls you on top of her, your legs straddling either side of her hips. her hands rest on your thighs, kneading them softly.
“you know you’re really the best, right?” you smile down at her, fingers tracing under the hem of her black tank top.
she grips your thighs, scanning your body up and down, biting her lip appreciatively.
“i don’t know, you’re going to have to show me.” claire teases, big, blue eyes shining with amusement.
you lean down, head tilting to kiss at her neck; your hands find hers and you spread her arms apart, trapping claire underneath. you know that she could easily overpower you, but she lets you take control.
trailing kisses over the brunette’s neck and collarbone, you press your chest to claire’s, feeling her soft breasts rise and fall with her quickened breath; the feeling drives you wild.
you impatiently push her tank top up, revealing claire’s soft, smooth skin; immediately you dip down to cover her torso in kisses. she wriggles underneath you, pulling her tank top over her head; she looks so beautiful like this, hair pulled away from her face into a ponytail and the imprint of her nipples poking through her sports bra.
you shift down, leaving a trail of kisses and love bites in your wake; claire gasps and moans at the sensations. you love seeing the little marks from your mouth on her for days afterwards.
you start unzipping her jeans once your lips reach the hem. your eyes meet claire’s as she bites her thumbnail and bucks her core towards your attentive mouth. you love seeing her come undone, desperate for your touch from just a few kisses. you take your time peeling claire’s jeans off of her.
“very cute.” you remark, hooking your fingers under the sides of her lacy, black panties.
claire hums under her breath, too preoccupied with getting you to touch her to bother responding to the compliment. you laugh to yourself as you pull down her panties; the sight of claire’s slick pussy quickly replaces your smile with a hungry look.
claire rubs her hands down her inner thighs, pushing her needy wetness closer and closer to your face. settling into a lying position, you prop yourself up by the elbows and wrap your hands around her thighs, tugging them apart for easier access.
the sound of claire’s breathless moan is music to your ears as you begin by taking a long swipe from her entrance up to her sensitive clit, tongue lapping at the juices that cover her sweet pussy. you swallow her slick, reveling in the sticky, sweet taste.
you hold her thighs apart firmly as you devour every inch of claire’s core; she can’t help but shakily try to close them around your head, already overstimulated with pleasure. your tongue flicks over her clit, switching from flattening over it with rough licks and softly sucking on the bud.
a chorus of moans and cries of your name float through the dorm room; claire can’t help how loud she is as you explore every part of her pussy.
you quickly lap at two of your fingers before pressing them into claire’s warm, tight hole. she’s so wet, you piston and curl them inside of her without any resistance; stretching her out on your fingers makes your own core uncomfortably wet.
between your fingers rubbing against her sensitive spot and your lips attacking her clit, it doesn’t take long for claire to approach her peak; thrusting her messy pussy closer to your lips, you feel her hole tighten around your digits and know she’s close.
you pick up the pace with your fingers, curling them into her g-spot with every thrust, and tongue her clit back and forth, letting claire’s orgasm crash over her with a mind-numbing intensity. her hands grab yours with an iron grip, sure to leave half-moon marks where her nails dug into you, but you didn’t mind one bit.
you remain close to her core, lazily tonguing over her folds before she has to pull you off, too overstimulated to let you continue. you come up to kiss claire with a satisfied smile and she kisses you back with a passionate need. claire sticks her tongue deep into your mouth, searching to lap up any taste of her own cum.
you break apart and sidle up closer to her, swinging her thigh over your own hip and rubbing your palms up her lithe thighs. she looks so beautiful; soft breasts falling up and down with heavy panting, hair all messed up from her writhing and the most blissful, fucked-out expression on her pretty face.
you love knowing you were the reason for her state; always so cool and composed, claire loved getting to unravel underneath you.
you tuck a piece of hair lovingly behind her ear.
“it’s not too late for a movie night, right?” you tease claire, kissing her cheek softly.
she sighs exaggeratedly, flipping over to face you.
“guess not, although titanic is like 3 hours long…” she replies playfully.
claire’s fingers come to play with the waistband of your pants.
“i think there’s something else i’d rather do.” the brunette says softly, lips coming to nip at your ear.
you shiver; you can’t deny eating claire out made you extremely wet and the way her hands dance across your thighs is making you even hornier.
claire slips her hand underneath your pants, finding your soaked panties. she starts rubbing at your clothed bud, making you whine out with need.
“it’s my turn to show you how much i appreciate you.” claire purrs at you, pulling your pants down with a lustful look.
you sigh with happiness as claire makes her way to your wet center, thumbing your clit over your panties as she settles into place.
damn, what did you do to deserve such a wonderful girlfriend?
Summary; It was your first date with Claire and the nerves were beginning to get the better of you, can you hold yourself together long enough to get a second? And does she feel the same way?
“This blue dress or a red one?” you hurriedly showed your friends over the phone, trying to not completely freak out. It was only an hour before you had to meet Claire at the bar for your first date, and it’s completely normal to be a bit nervous, especially getting ready to go out with someone as ethereal as her but the panic was really starting to set in now. You just wanted to make a good first impression. Well a good romantic first impression, you two had first been introduced when you started working at TerraSave as a research analyst. She had shown you around and made sure you got to grips with everything in the facilities.
“Do you have any idea what she’ll be wearing?” your friend asked.
“Honestly, I have no clue but she always wears a red leather jacket, so maybe the red one?” You didn’t want to seem like you were trying too hard.
“Oh my God yes!” Your friends exclaimed after putting the red dress on. “That looks so good on you, if she doesn’t end up getting with you I might have to.” They joked over the phone.
“Alright guys, I’m going to finish getting ready and I’ll text you how it goes!” you swiftly hung up the phone.
After adding the finishing touches to your outfit, you grabbed your keys and headed out of the door. The bar you were meeting Claire at was only a short walk away from your apartment so you arrived with plenty of time to spare , about 15 minutes before you had arranged to meet up. You made your way over to the bar and ordered a drink as you waited for her
You only sat alone for about 10 minutes before you saw her walk in, you prayed that she couldn’t see how your jaw dropped when you saw her. Breaking out of your trance you flagged her down to where you were pitched along the bar.
She was wearing black leather pants, combat boots and a simple white button up with her signature red leather jacket.
“Hi I’m glad you showed up, I was starting to get nervous you forgot about me”
“Forget about you? I could never.” She spoke suavely as she sat down. “You look really nice tonight.”
“Thanks, you do as well.” Your eyes quickly flicked away “Sorry I’m actually a bit nervous.”
“Thank God I’m not the only one” The atmosphere instantly became more relaxed after that.
The conversation flowed, bouncing between topics of work, hobbies, music and even some embarrassing stories of past relationships creeping in between. More drinks were ordered, even a few chaste kisses shared in the hours the date went on for. By the time the bar started to close, the bartender had to usher the two of you out, the pair of you were still laughing as he did.
“I had such a great time tonight and I’d love to do this again. Maybe go out for food next time?” You suggested as you walked her back over to her bike.
“Yeah, sounds great. I’m free next Saturday if you are. I mean, I’ll see you at work anyways if anything changes.”
Now it was time for the awkward silence.
“I’ll give you a call when I get home ok?” she asked, turning towards her bike and putting on her helmet.
“Yeah, drive safe Claire” you stared at her lips as you spoke to her. Maybe all those drinks from the bar were giving you a bit too much liquid courage. You began to lean forward, closing your eyes. She didn’t back away if anything Claire had more passion in it than you. Your lips met, and long gone were the chaste kisses of the past. This one turning hungry fast. Her hands reached up to the back of your neck, pulling you in deeper, teeth clashing, tongues intertwining. Before anything could heat up any further, the two of you pulled away, hands still wrapped together.
“ I’ll see you around Y/N” she blew a kiss as she walked away.
That singular action meant your fate was sealed. That second date had to happen, no doubt about it.
You finally got over the feeling of your almost make-out session, when you got home and picked up your phone again. Waiting for a few tones before speaking.
“I got a second date!”
Author's Notes:
I finally got around to writing it guys! Hope you enjoyed it, my first time ever writing for Claire so let me know if I mischaracterised her really bad. Obviously I've played the games and seen the movies etc but sometimes I can get a bit carried away Xx also I changed the name because I can
