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Women in Red	By : Clocktower Category: +M through R > Resident Evil Views: 10636 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Claire had never been more happy to stumble across a bathroom in all her life and was immensely relieved to find it had been cleaned and unoccupied since the outbreak. She and Ada washed up in the sinks, ignoring Annette in their ears urging them to hurry up and get moving.
"The storage room is just up ahead," said Annette. "Inside, you'll find the G-virus sample."
The door to the storage room wasn't locked. Inside, Claire and Ada found a T-shaped room, the walls inlaid with display cases for horrendous things like yellow eyeballs sprouting from muscle fibers, human hands mutated into monstrous claws, and brains lumpy with bizarre-looking tumors. The room was more museum than storehouse, Claire surmised, seeing what had to be the G-virus sample, a phial of purple liquid, sitting on a pedestal behind a glass case.
Ada thumped the glass with her knuckles. "I'm guessing we can't just smash it open," said Ada.
"Of course not," said Annette. "That room is supposed to be staffed at all times. As such, there's a little sleeping area not far from the sample. Your bracelets are within range. This is an easy one, just cum at exactly the same time. Doesn't matter how you manage it. I'll head down now."
Claire followed Ada into the tiny room. It had a television, a few books, a mini-fridge, and a wide futon.
"Maybe if you get close, I'll catch up, tell you when I'm about to go, then you can..."
Claire was silenced by Ada's finger on her lips. "It needs to happen for us both at exactly the same time," said Ada. "Which means I'll need to be nice and close."
She stood against Claire, pulled her hips in. Their lips met. Claire thought for a moment her brains had been blown out the back of her head. She was dizzy when their tongues met, her knees grew weak. Ada drew back, gazed into her eyes. "You liked that, didn't you?" said Ada.
All Claire could think to do was nod in agreement as Ada came in for another kiss. Their lips and tongues lavished on each other for a full minute before Claire pulled away. "What's happening to me? I feel like I've been getting weirder and weirder."
Ada reached behind Claire's shoulder, cradled the back of her head, holding her close. "I like weird," said Ada. "I like you."
Her throat dry, Claire swallowed, which Ada took for an invitation. Another deep kiss, one that washed away all the evening's prior madness, leaving her feeling bone-bleached and bare. Not just the night, the monsters, the death, everything that had ever made her feel clouded and smeared was broken up, diluted, left to run down her legs and vanish.
"You... you're a spy, aren't you? You don't need the G-virus for evidence, you don't need any evidence at all," whispered Claire, holding Ada by her hips. "You were going to leave me in the police station."
Ada reached into Claire's ear, pulled out the transmitter, then her own. She tossed them across the room, then took the zipper of Claire's vest between her fingers and made it jingle. "Yeah," she said, her lovely dark eyes hanging in sorrow. "I'm what you'd call a bad person. But..."
"But what?" Claire said, her voice hard. In the back of her mind she wondered why they were having this conversation now, why it couldn't wait another ten or fifteen minutes.
"But I... like you. I liked you the instant I saw you. I was half joking when I made that offer, I didn't think you'd take me up on it. I'm not saying I wasn't planning to leave you there, I'm saying... I don't know. I feel like anything I might say would make you hate me."
Claire turned up her nose, knowing she should feel more corrupted than ever, that nothing she'd done had been this filthy, this degrading. She'd been the sex-pet for an obvious liar all night, only to become trapped in some twisted porn scenario with her, along with mutants and monsters, she should feel nothing but loathing for this woman. Instead Claire could only horrified at how right this all felt, how much she utterly believed Ada Wong right now.
"I don't hate you," said Claire. "Just, no more lies, okay?"
They sealed it with another kiss and went tumbling onto the cot. Claire found herself stripped rather fast and efficiently, but took her time in helping Ada disrobe, savoring the slow reveal, marveling at the sight of her lithe nudity before diving in. She nuzzled Ada's breasts, kissed them, tasted each nipple in turn, letting Ada's fingers find her and do their work. She felt like an instrument being tuned by a master, every string tightened to a perfect pitch. She let herself met into Ada, rubbing her thing between the other woman's legs.
"Slow down, slow down," said Claire.
"I know, just relax. Trust me."
"I'm cumming," Claire said through clenched teeth, only letting it wash over her the moment she felt Ada's arm tighten around her. They came together, their lips met. Claire was barely aware that the lock holding the G-virus released, followed by a second lock nearby. She took one final dip into Ada's dark eyes before sitting up, only to find Annette holding the G-virus and a gun.
"Get up," she said. The pair obeyed. "You can put on your clothes, but make a move for a gun and it'll all end here."
Claire wondered if that might be preferable to whatever Annette had in mind, but mostly she wanted to kick herself for thinking a literal mad scientist wouldn't pull something like this. She and Ada were urged through the secret door Annette had come through, down a long corridor, out onto a scaffolding staircase overlooking an underground train depot. The train was parked beyond a loading bay, under a series of dim, flickering lights.
"If I'm right, my husband should be along shortly," said Annette. "You two will keep him occupied while I start the train. Don't worry, you'll only have to keep him busy long enough for the self-destruct sequence to finish."
Annette left them in the middle of the platform while she went into the control room. Had she not locked every door behind them as they went, Claire would have bolted back for their guns. Instead she and Ada looked at each other, their options running through their respective minds.
They heard it enter the depot, the monster that had supposedly been Annette's husband. It pushed its way past shipping containers, large pieces of equipment, stepping down the steel fence cordoning off the back area from the departure platform. It had changed form. Four fleshy tentacles thick as tree trunks, covered in bony hooks pulled it along, helping is stumpy, clawed legs that were being slowly absorbed back into the body. Its head rode atop a cavernous, tooth-lined mouth.
They looked back at Annette, who stood in a window, watching while the train fired up. "We could rush her, but she'd probably just shoot us," said Ada, calm as the monster pulled its way across the platform, alternate pairs of legs sprouting from beneath it to move it along like a caterpillar. "And not fatally, either."
"Find a place we can take cover. I've got an idea," said Claire.
Fixed to her shorts was the electronic crown she'd torn from the licker. She'd only had the vaguest of notions of how she'd use it, until now. She almost regretting having this idea, it was so crazy. She heard Ada calling her name as she ran towards the Birkin-monster, dodging slow, vertical slaps from its fleshy tentacles. She was taken off-guard by one sweeping sideways, landing hard on her hip. She got up fast, vaulted another swipe from a tentacle, then jumped directly onto the monster, narrowly avoiding the clawed feet.
It felt like climbing a pile of raw meat. The flesh was soft, yielding, but dense. A bulldozer made from muscle and bone. Yellow eyes popped open along the things back as she ran up it, diving for what she hoped to her Guardian Angel was really the head and not simply some vestigial ornament. The flesh under her shook with rage. She looped the licker's headband over the bony nub, pulled it down until the hooks met flesh. She cried in surprise and triumph when she felt an electric shock go through her fingers and went rolling off the monster.
Annette had come out of the control room firing her gun wildly. Bullets broke apart against the floor by Claire's feet, who ran for where she'd seen Ada take cover. She found her behind a heavy crate and dove on her, pulling up her skirt while sliding off her own shorts. Ada caught on quickly, taking charge, wrestling Claire onto her back and turning her own body to face the other way.
Claire took hold of Ada's buttocks and squeezed them, licked and sucked pink flesh as if it would be her last act on earth. Ada pulled Claire's legs apart, returned the favor. They heard the Birkin-monster bellowing, slamming objects around the train platform. Claire opened her eyes saw it looming over them, its misplaced eyes rolling madly in their mutated sockets.
All at once the eyes turned towards the train, towards Annette.
"No! No, stay back! William, it's me! It's me, Annette! William!"
Twisting metal, shattering glass, a woman's screams. Claire dared a glance around Ada's buttocks, saw the the top of control room where Annette had been hiding was torn away and a swath of destruction had been cut between shipping containers and piles of crates. The train was slowly beginning to move. Ada got up, helped Claire to her feet. They sprinted across the platform, Ada stopping only to swoop up a phial of purple liquid left on the ground. They reached the last car on the train just in time, diving through the open door and pulling themselves in.
Ada leaped on Claire immediately, grinding against her leg. Claire wrestled her onto her back, swung her legs around, reversing their position from before. She had an easy time making Ada cum, taking pride in the full-throated howls she managed to draw out of the woman. Claire also showed no restraint when hers came, cursing, shouting, letting it all out of her as wave after wave of exquisite tension and release flooded through her body and brain.
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The train moved slowly through a dark tunnel. Where it was bound for, Claire had no idea, nor, strangely, did Ada.
"Somewhere far outside of town," she said after Claire had asked, after they'd gotten up and found a wide seat to lie on and finish celebrating their survival together.
"What happens now?" said Claire, sitting across from Ada Wong, thinking her beautiful even in her disheveled state.
"It depends on what's waiting for us at the end of the line, honestly. This wasn't exactly how I'd planned on leaving here when I took this job."
"So it's a job, then. You're not an FBI agent at all."
Ada shook her head, looking as if she'd just swallowed something. "It's like I told you before. Nothing has changed," she said.
"I wouldn't say nothing," said Claire, not entirely sure about what she was saying. She was tired, worn out, had been so for several hours and simply hadn't noticed.
"I'm still going to sell this virus to the people paying me to steal it. You're still going to search for your missing brother. The big things haven't changed," said Ada.
Was it her heart sinking or was she just tired? It was getting hard to tell as the train rattled and shook, lumbering along its track. There were no windows in the car they rode in, they might be outside for all they knew.
"Maybe we'll meet again," said Claire.
"I was thinking," said Ada. "Once I complete this transaction, I'll be between jobs. Maybe I could look for something around Europe, maybe in the vicinity of Umbrella's headquarters where your brother is probably snooping around."
In her head, Claire listed all the reasons she should run screaming from Ada Wong the moment the train stopped. She had only two reasons to stay, the biggest and loudest being the plain fact she'd never find Chris on her own. Tonight's events were proof of that. Since the first reason was good enough, she saw no reason to think too much about the second.
"I like that idea," said Claire.
End.
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