September 16th, 1998, 7:00 PM, Jill's Apartment
"Of course I like you," Jill admitted, her voice barely a whisper. She sat on the edge of the couch, unable to meet his eyes. "It's just... all of this... the marriage... it's too fast."
"I can wait," Eddie said, his usual arrogance replaced by an unexpected calm. He knelt before her, taking her hands in his. They were cold. "For whenever you're ready. But I'm not letting you go, Jill. Ever."
She finally looked up. There was fear in her eyes, but something else, too. Something that looked like hope.
Later that evening, Eddie sat on Jill's bed, a book resting unread on his lap. From behind the closed bathroom door came the muffled sound of running water. His persuasion, a calculated mix of sincerity and manipulation, had worked. Or perhaps, she had simply wanted to be persuaded. She wanted a moment of normalcy, an illusion of life in a world that was falling apart.
The sound of the water stopped. Silence. Then, a click.
The bathroom door opened.
Eddie looked up, and the air caught in his throat.
Jill stood there, wrapped in nothing but a white towel. It was too small, barely covering her from her chest to mid-thigh. Droplets of water traced paths down her skin, shimmering in the soft lamplight. Her wet hair was plastered to her neck, her face scrubbed clean of makeup, vulnerable. She wasn't the S.T.A.R.S. soldier. She wasn't the hero. She was just a woman, beautiful and terrifying in her simplicity.
She moved slowly toward the bed, her steps hesitant. She sat beside him, not looking at him.
"If... if you don't want to, we can stop," Eddie said, his voice huskier than usual. As much as he wanted her, as much as his cock pressed painfully against his jeans, he didn't want it like this. He didn't want her fear.
She turned then, her blue eyes searching his. "It's just... it's my first time," she murmured, the admission costing her a visible effort.
He said nothing. He placed a hand on her cheek, his thumb stroking gently at the damp skin. Then, slowly, he leaned in and kissed her. Not on the mouth. On her neck, just below her ear. A light, almost reverent kiss.
"Oh..." A small sound escaped her lips, a shiver running through her.
His arms wrapped around her, pulling her against his chest. One hand stroked her back while the other moved slowly, hesitantly, to rest over her breast, on top of the towel. He felt her nipple harden beneath his palm. Slowly, he began to massage it, a gentle, circular motion.
Jill's breathing grew heavier. The sensation was so new, so strange. A warmth spreading from her chest down to her stomach. Her moan, this time, was louder, a sound of surprised pleasure.
The towel loosened, sliding away unnoticed by either of them, landing on the floor with a soft thud. Now his hand was on her bare skin. His fingers found her nipple, already a hard, tight bud. He began to pinch it, to roll it gently between his thumb and forefinger.
"Ah..." she gasped, her head falling back. Her mind was emptying, replaced by a wave of pure sensation.
"You're so beautiful, Jill," he whispered into her ear, his mouth continuing its torture on her neck. "A fucking miracle in this shit world."
"Really?" she managed to stammer, her voice trembling.
His words were like honey, a sweet poison dissolving her last resistance. She felt an intense heat build between her legs, a spark threatening to ignite into a wildfire.
"I love you, Jill," he murmured, his voice a raw rasp. His fingers tightened on her nipple.
"Ahh! Yes! Oh, God..." she cried out, her body suddenly arching.
A wave of pleasure crashed over her, so intense it stole her vision for an instant. Her legs clamped shut convulsively, her hands grabbing at his back, nails digging into his skin. A hot, thick fluid gushed between her thighs, soaking the bed.
She cried out, a sound of pure, untainted ecstasy, her face flushed, eyes wide with the shock of her own body.
Eddie didn't stop. He continued to torment her nipples, to kiss her neck, prolonging her orgasm, riding the wave of her pleasure until it faded into one last, shuddering sigh.
When he finally stopped, she collapsed into his arms, her body limp, exhausted, completely his.
"Ahh… Fuck…" Jill panted, the words a raw gasp against Eddie's shoulder. Her body was limp, a tangle of super-heated nerves and exhausted muscles. Her legs still trembled with the aftershocks of a pleasure so total it had annihilated her. The bed beneath them was damp, stained, the air in the room thick with the acrid scent of their sex.
"And we haven't even started yet," he murmured, his voice a low, satisfied rumble against her ear. He kissed her sweaty cheek, tasting the salt of her skin.
"W-what?" she stammered, her mind still a confused haze. She wanted more. The thought was terrifying and irresistible. Her body, a traitor, was screaming for more.
Without warning, Eddie's hand moved. It slid from her breast, past her tight, clenched stomach, and down to the center of her heat. His fingers plunged into her wet, pulsing cunt, finding her still-hypersensitive clit.
A strangled cry escaped her lips. A violent shiver wracked her from head to toe. It wasn't fear. It was pure, uncontrolled arousal. Another wave of pleasure threatened to overwhelm her.
But then, something snapped inside her.
She had been passive. She had submitted to his assault, surrendered to his pleasure. Now, in that limbo between ecstasy and lucidity, a spark of defiance, of control, ignited. She couldn't let him have all the power.
With a move that surprised him, she grabbed his wrist, stopping his fingers. Their eyes met in the dim light. Her expression was no longer that of a victim of pleasure, but that of a woman making a decision.
Slowly, she pulled away from him. She rose to her knees, her long, damp hair falling over her shoulders, partially hiding her flushed face. Her gaze traveled down his body, stopping on his cock, still hard and pulsing against his stomach.
"My turn now," she whispered, her voice husky, almost unrecognizable.
Before he could react, she leaned down.
Her mouth was hesitant at first, a shy, almost uncertain touch. Then, feeling his body jolt beneath her, a guttural moan vibrating in his chest, her hesitation vanished, replaced by a famished curiosity. Her tongue explored him, tasting his saltiness, learning his shape, his texture.
A growl escaped Eddie's lips. The initial surprise morphed into an overwhelming wave of pleasure. He had always been in control, had always been the one to set the rules of the game. But now, he was completely at her mercy.
His hands moved, gripping her head, his fingers tangling in her wet hair. It wasn't a gesture of force, but of surrender. He guided her deeper, his pelvis arching involuntarily off the bed, chasing her mouth.
Jill accepted his silent demand. She took all of him, the sound of his pleasure becoming a muffled groan in her throat. She felt the power in that act. The power to give him a pleasure so intense it rendered him helpless. And in that moment, she understood this was no longer just about sex. It was a struggle for dominance. And she had no intention of losing.