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Rebecca ran her fingers over the pink choker around her neck as she watched her fellow members of STARS flood out of the main door of the RPD, many of them joking among themselves or walking in total silence. She spotted her target waltzing alongside Officer Valentine; the two of them were cutting up, and judging by Officer Redfield's hand gestures, they were poking fun at Captain Wesker. She waited for the two of them to separate, Valentine heading for the nearby bus station and Redfield making his way to his car, before hurrying over to him. She awkwardly stood by the back driver's side door. "Officer Redfield?"
He looked away from the ring of keys in his hand to glance over to her, then smiled. "Hey! Rebecca, right?"
She nodded.
"Bravo Team's new medic. Haven't had a chance to talk to you yet." He extended his hand. "Name's Chris. You don't have to worry about all that 'officer' stuff."
Rebecca accepted his handshake. His palm was warm. "Okay…Chris."
"You okay? Need a ride home?"
She shuffled her feet for a second. "Um, actually, I saw you training that woman the other day, over in the shooting range."
He nodded. "Yeah, my sister. She dropped by this weekend from college."
Rebecca held back a relieved exhale. "Well, you're a pretty good shot, and I'm…not. I was just wondering if you could give me some pointers sometime."
"Yeah, totally. I've got somewhere to go this evening, but I'm free tomorrow if you are too."
She felt her face burn. "Works for me."
Chris flashed her another smile. "It's a date, then. See you tomorrow, Rebecca."
She told him goodbye as well, then hurried to the sidewalk out front to walk home. She slapped herself internally.
The next day, Rebecca could barely sit still at her desk. The report she was filling out could only hold her interest for a moment before her eyes wandered to the back of Chris's head…then down his neck and his broad shoulders. She shook her head and focused back on her report. Stop being a pervert, Becca.
Time crawled until Rebecca gathered the finished document and placed it in the tray on Captain Wesker's desk. He kept his nose in the stack of papers before him. How could he read with sunglasses on? She returned to her own desk and found Chris standing there, leaning casually against it. He smiled to her. "Hey."
"Hey…" She shifted awkwardly on her feet.
"Talked to Wesker and he said that we could go to the shooting range whenever, since continued training is a part of the job. If you're all finished up here, I figured we could head down now."
"I am," she replied, far too eager.
"Great. Meet you down there." Chris flashed her a smile that could make any girl's knees buckle before starting toward the door.
Rebecca collected her Samurai Edge from her work bag and fixed it in her holster, then followed him. All the way down the stairs, through the basement, and through the parking lot, she reminded herself to just act normal. This was training, no matter how dashing her mentor was. He couldn't be into her; what did a guy in his mid-twenties have in common with an eighteen-year-old? Absolutely nothing, that's what. Besides, he probably had a girl already.
Chris was loading his gun with the provided ammunition as Rebecca entered the range. "Seems empty here today," she remarked. "Usually it's pretty full."
"Been a pretty busy day from what I heard," Chris replied. "Nothing that warrants an investigation from STARS, but I wouldn't be surprised if some of our people get pulled to respond to calls."
She smiled up at him as he handed her a set of white earmuffs. "Safety first."
"Safety first. Can't have you going deaf before twenty."
Properly protected, Rebecca approached one of the booths and unholstered her handgun, keeping her finger off the trigger.
Chris stood off to her side and donned his own ear protection. "Let me watch you shoot a couple rounds, okay?"
She nodded, only vaguely certain of what he said. She aimed at the person-shaped target, at the center of mass, and fired. The first shot went wild. The second glanced the target's shoulder. The third ended up just slightly left of the second. Rebecca sighed and clenched her jaw.
Chris removed his earmuffs, and she did the same. "Not the worst I've seen. Could definitely use some work."
"Yeah," Rebecca replied, a bit defeated.
"Turn the safety back on, and let me see your trigger position."
She obeyed, extending her arms and stepping back a bit to make it easier for him to examine.
Chris tweaked the position of her finger, moving it so that it wasn't quite as far inside. "Does the trigger feel too heavy when you pull it?"
"Mhm."
"That's definitely affecting your aim then. You can practice enough to get used to it, or if that doesn't work, you may need a lighter firearm."
Rebecca nodded. She hadn't even thought of that.
"Let's work on your stance too." He guided her shoulders so that they were level with each other, then used his foot to move hers until they were even with her shoulders.
Rebecca bit the inside of her lip, a blush rising on her cheeks. His hands were warm against her clothed skin, firm yet gentle as he moved her where she needed to be. With this proximity, she could smell his aftershave.
"Try this. Should help you control the recoil a little better."
She nodded. Focus, Becca.
Chris slipped her earmuffs back over her ears. He kept his hands on her shoulders, gave them a tap to signal she should try again.
Rebecca flicked the safety off and fired. One of the three shots went wild yet again, but the other two burrowed themselves into target's abdomen. She smiled. She set the gun down on the counter and removed her earmuffs.
"Not bad. Keep working on it and you'll be giving me a run for my money."
"I doubt that. Captain Wesker is always bragging about how good your aim is."
Chris rubbed the back of his neck. An awkward smile stretched across his lips. "Is he now?"
"When you're out of earshot, then." Rebecca rubbed her shoulder. The recoil had stiffened her muscles, leaving a dull pain in its wake.
Chris immediately reached out to help. "You'll get used to that. Warm baths help."
She froze. He stood too close, touched her too kindly, smelled too inviting.
He ducked down to her eye level. "Hey, you okay?"
"Yeah," she squeaked. She flashed him a thumbs up, but she couldn't hide the flush on her face. Maybe he'd think she was just shy or embarrassed…
He snorted. "You're cute, you know. Thinking I'm blind."
Oh, god. "What do you mean?"
"You've been making eyes at me since you got here. Could've asked Jill for help because she's a good markswoman herself—yet you came to me instead. Any particular reason?"
Rebecca shook her head. "No! I just always heard how great you are in the field and um…"
Chris laughed. "You're too cute. If you wanted in my pants, you could've just said so."
She blushed as he shuffled closer to her, his body heat radiating from his clothes.
When he spoke, his voice was gentle. "You okay? You can say no, and I'll leave you alone."
Rebecca didn't want to say no, but she was too scared to say yes.
Chris hooked a finger under her chin and tilted her head back. He leaned in just a bit, inviting her to close the distance.
She closed her eyes and let her lips brush his.
Chris took charge of the kiss. He wrapped his arms around her middle and brought their bodies together. His tongue licked at her bottom lip; one of his hands settled on the back of her head. She realized she didn't know what to do with her arms and settled for holding his waist. Her heart raced in her chest while her head felt light as air. With a low groan, he pushed her against the wall of the booth, gathered her thighs in his arms and hoisted her up. She looped her arms around his neck. Being lifted up like this was…so hot.
He broke away. His pupils were wide against his hazel irises. "You know, since we're alone and all…"
Rebecca's face burned. "What if someone walks in?"
"You said it yourself, range is empty." Chris kissed her deeply. "Don't worry about it, baby."
She nodded, the petname making her head spin.
"And we don't have to get naked or anything." He kissed her neck, right under her ear.
She grunted as he lowered her down onto the counter. He slid her gun to the side, a safe distance away, and rolled his hips against hers once. She clenched, heat roiling through her.
"That okay?" he murmured into her ear. His hot breath tickled her neck.
"Yeah," she replied breathlessly.
Chris continued grinding their hips together, his motions fluid and practiced. Rebecca bit her lip. She sighed with each pass over her clothed pussy, her center clenching and growing wet. She felt her heartbeat drumming between her legs. She could feel his cock hardening against her. Her fist flew to the back of his head and gripped the short hairs there.
He moaned loudly against her throat. "Fuck, yeah…pull my hair, baby."
She inadvertently yanked harder on his hair as he set his weight on top of her to grind more deeply, his bulge pressing against her clit with an accuracy that could only be pure luck. She wrapped her legs around his waist. "Chris," she panted. A thin layer of sweat gathered beneath her clothes, making them stick to her skin. She wondered how he could make her feel while both of them were completely bare.
Chris's rhythm faltered. He rested his chin on her head and humped her at a lazy pace, slow and deep.
Clouded by need, Rebecca pulled his hair a bit more. She directed his mouth to hers and kissed him deeply. "You feel so good," she whined. "Please don't stop, Chris."
That was the encouragement he needed. He ground against like an animal in heat until she cried into air. He didn't stop, lengthening her orgasm until he came as well. He grunted and fell still. Their chests heaved together. Rebecca hummed when his lips found hers like a moth seeking light, and he kissed her gently. The insistent throbbing between her legs dulled into a pleasant, satisfied hum. She rested her head back on the counter.
"You're gorgeous," he murmured into her hair.
"And you're heavy."
"Sorry." Chris pulled away. His hands found their way to her hips to knead them, soothing away any discomfort. "We should probably leave. We've kinda pushed our luck here."
"Mhm," Rebecca agreed lazily.
"I'd love to do this again sometime. Maybe somewhere more private."
She sat up and pecked his cheek. "It's a date, then."