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“Albert, lei è bella! ” Excella clasped her hands together and smiled. “Oh, I love this suit on her.”
She circled around Jill, taking in every angle of the battle suit she’d had made for her, golden heels clicking with each step. Jill had been told to stand still, so try as she might, she wasn’t able to recoil as Excella slid her hand over her arm, marveling at the suit’s texture.
“Mm. It’s not Versace, but it works.”
If not for his shades, Jill could’ve sworn she saw Wesker roll his eyes before turning to leave the room. He paused at the door and looked back.
“Jill, take your orders from Excella in my absence,” he looked at Excella, “she’ll act as your bodyguard. I’ll be in touch.”
He was already gone before Excella could respond. She sighed, crossed her arms and tugged on her chunky golden necklace.
“Bastardo.” She muttered.
Jill hoped Excella would dismiss her, but she could see a smile tugging at her lips.
“So you’re mine for the weekend, right Jill?” She asked, undoing her bun and untangling her long, dark brown hair.
Jill nodded, compelled to answer.
“Hm. Well, since we’re in Italy,” she huffed, “it’s a Friday night. You’ll have to come with me… but not like this.”
Excella gestured at Jill. “Take it off.”
Jill did as she was told, though annoyed; she had only put the battle suit on moments before. The suit now pooled around her feet. She stood bare in front of Excella, except for a nondescript pair of underwear. Excella looked at her, lingering on her breasts for a moment. Then smiled and turned her attention to the closet.
Jill watched as she rifled through the closet. Finally, she’d found something and mused as she pulled clothes off the hangers.
“Try these on,” Excella ordered.
Jill complied and shuffled into what Excella had picked out. She caught her reflection in the mirror. A tasteful, oversized, black suit jacket draped over a black bodysuit with a high neckline that hid the P30 device, tucked into light denim pants. Excella held out her standard-issue black combat boots for her to put on as well (shrugging as she did; she guessed that Excella didn’t care for them). Then adorned her with rings and earrings and a necklace. Finally, she painted winged eyeliner on, put on some mascara, and glided a subtle, hibiscus-coloured lipstick over her lips to complete the look.
Despite the circumstances, being taken care of so intimately was relaxing.
It was more demure than Excella’s typical tastes, which Jill was thankful for. She admired her reflection for a moment. It was strange to like what she saw these days.
“There!” Excella gleamed, now freshened up for the night herself and applying lip gloss, “Let’s have some fun, shall we?”
They arrived at the nightclub after midnight. The lineup was long, but Excella led Jill to the front.
“Excella Gionne.” She said with a smile.
The bouncer looked them both up and down. “Ms. Gionne… and her pretty friend. Go ahead.”
Jill followed Excella into the club, amused at how wealth, name, and beauty could avoid a pat-down. If they had bothered, they’d have caught her handgun in the holster beneath her suit jacket, or the combat knife in her boot.
As they entered, Jill could feel the deafening bass of the electronic music throughout her body. It was overwhelming. She’d have been lost if not for the fact that Excella held her hand tight, leading her deeper onto the dance floor.
Excella blended into the crowd, swaying to the music, until she realized Jill was standing still. Jill tried to read her lips, but couldn’t make out anything coherent until she pressed her lips against her ear.
“Take it!” Excella yelled over the music, palming a colourful pressed tablet into her hand.
Jill, unable to disobey a direct command, swallowed it dry without thought, but soon worried.
“What was that?” She asked.
Excella put her arms around Jill’s shoulders as she swayed and smiled. “Ecstasy,” she said, popping her own tablet into her mouth, then kissing Jill on the cheek.
She shuddered, remembering the few times she’d tried this drug back in the 90s. It wouldn’t be long until absolute euphoria washed over her. She was almost excited to have such a treat—never mind how fucked up the situation was, or how useless she might be as a bodyguard in this state of mind.
“Jill, dance with me!” Excella said, still hanging on her.
With that command, Jill was free to at least move along with the music like everyone else. It was bizarre to be in this position, but she couldn’t do anything else.
Within a few songs, Excella sighed against her. “Acqua!”
She led her to the bar and handed her a glass of water while she chugged a glass herself. Jill sipped her own water.
“How are you feeling?” Excella asked.
Jill searched her mind for an answer. She noticed the ecstasy coming on, her skin tingling, heartbeat hastening, jaw clenching. “Good!”
“Just good?” Excella arched an eyebrow, pressing her body against Jill’s. Their eyes met; Excella’s dilated pupils made her look like a goddess. She could smell her perfume when she was this close; something light and floral and inviting. Her cream dress and shiny golden necklace seemed to shimmer and reflect some of the neon lights.
She found herself staring longingly at Excella’s full lips and cute beauty mark.
Jill peered into Excella’s eyes, entranced, hands around her waist. “I feel fucking amazing, actually.”
Excella laughed and held her closer. “Let’s sit in the lounge.”
She laced her fingers with Jill’s and guided her to the lounge. It was minimal: a large white sofa sat across from another large white sofa. A canopy surrounded the seating area, with white, almost sheer drapes hanging down to the floor. Not so impressive for a VIP section, but it was heaven in contrast to months of being in offices and laboratories.
The best part is that it was isolated away from the crowds. It was just them here, save for a bartender near the entrance of the lounge. Out of habit, Jill scanned the exits and made note of the closest option if the need ever arose where they’d have to leave in a hurry.
They sat down and Excella leaned against Jill’s shoulder, with an arm around her waist. Jill would have struggled to avoid any close contact, but she couldn’t ignore the ecstasy. Touch felt incredible.
“I haven’t felt this way… in a very long time.” Jill murmured, stroking Excella’s soft, wavy hair.
“It’s good, isn’t it?” Excella said, feeling the lapels of Jill’s suit jacket, tugging her a little closer.
“I want to feel this way forever.” Jill sighed with a grin that wouldn’t go away.
Jill sunk deeper into the plush white couch and held on dearly to a soft throw pillow. It felt so good. Everything did. Excella moved her legs over to make room for herself. She looked at Jill and smiled before leaning into her more.
“You’re gorgeous.” Excella whispered against her ear, causing her to shudder in pleasure.
The compliment took her off guard, but she was too busy rubbing the soft pillow against her face. Excella snatched the pillow and flung it away, then sat on Jill’s lap to face her.
“Hey-“ Jill whined.
“I promise this will feel even better.” Excella felt along Jill’s cheek, jaw, neck.
“You can touch me, too.”
Part ecstasy, part P30, Jill wasn’t sure what her actual wants or needs were right now. Chemically induced or not, nothing else mattered other than this dreamlike moment in time. Even though it was Excella, seeing this young, beautiful woman smile at her filled Jill’s heart with love and desire.
She traced her fingers down Excella’s exposed arms, caressed her cheek, and took a moment to close her eyes and breathe. It was so intense.
Excella’s lips brushed against hers softly. Jill kissed back on instinct. For a moment, she had a sober thought.
“Excella, isn’t this… inappropriate? And what if something-“
Excella laughed so hard a few beads of tears formed, which she quickly dabbed away, saving her makeup.
“Don’t worry about him, sì? He doesn’t care about this.”
Jill was actually more concerned about keeping Excella safe, since she’s here to be her bodyguard, after all.
Easily distracted in this state, Jill’s mind wandered and she found herself back in tactile heaven. Becoming intimate with Excella was something she had never considered since they first met all those months ago. Feeling her cool breath on her neck sent chills down her spine, she couldn’t help but let small moans escape her.
She took Excella’s face in her hands and admired her for a moment; from her intense eyes that she’d applied a sultry, smokey eyeshadow to, to the small beauty mark beside the top of her lip. She leaned in and deepened the kiss. Excella’s lips parted and allowed Jill’s tongue to slip inside. She tasted a bit of peppermint that had lingered from the gum she’d been chewing before. Making out felt indescribable on E—Jill wondered if she could come just from this alone. Anything that would normally feel good felt phenomenal now.
Kissing alone sent waves of pleasure throughout her body. The small pauses in their kiss where they’d catch their breaths; hair being pushed behind ears; even seeing Excella’s eyes flutter and wiggle from ecstasy-induced nystagmus was sensual and attractive.
Jill was aching for her. Excella seemed two steps ahead and laid on the length of the couch. Jill got on top of her and gently placed a hand on one breast while she trailed kisses down her neck. Excella moaned in approval and hooked one of her legs around Jill’s.
She freed one breast from Excella’s dress and started slowly; just breathing over her erect nipple at first, enough to cause Excella to writhe under her. Then started licking in lazy circles, occasionally sucking and kissing.
She didn’t need orders to start tugging Excella’s underwear off, and Excella certainly didn’t mind.
Jill held Excella’s hips in her hands while she kissed down one thigh, then the other. One final glance up to meet her; her hazel eyes looked down at her, waiting. She placed a simple kiss just above her labia and felt Excella’s fingers tangle into her hair.
She licked her cunt slowly, paying careful attention to Excella’s body language. As her tongue brushed against her clit, her hips bucked.
“Like that, more pressure,” Excella breathed heavily.
Technically a command, but she was as lost in the pleasure as Excella was. She was happy to comply and licked harder, sucked harder, kept a steady rhythm.
Jill teased Excella’s entrance with her finger. “Is this what you want?”
Excella sighed softly, “Yes, keep going.”
She pressed a single finger inside of her gently, and kept licking her clit softly. Excella was already very wet, so she didn’t meet much resistance. She added another finger inside and started slowly fingering her and curled her fingers to add pressure against her G-spot.
Excella was moaning quite loudly now, partially drowned out by the thumping music in the background.
“I’m so close,” Excella moaned. “Make me come, bella. ”
Jill would’ve obliged even without the P30. She continued to fuck Excella until she cried in pleasure. Both of them collapsed next to each other on the sofa. Excella was breathing heavily, coming down from the orgasm Jill had given her. Jill licked her fingers that had just been inside of Excella.
“You taste so good.” Jill sighed.
She then left to get more water for them, leaving Excella to pull her underwear back on and catch her breath.
Jill placed the glasses of water on the table and sat down next to Excella.
“You’re not bad at that.” Excella looked dazed yet alert, it’s the calmest Jill has ever seen her.
She pulled Jill into a hug, kissed her, and laid in her lap. Jill was happy as ever just to sit there and stroke her hair.
Then Excella turned to face her with a smirk. “So, what are you? A lesbian?”
Jill was taken aback. “Excuse me?”
“You’ve clearly done this with women before,” she shrugged. “Is that your thing?”
Jill couldn’t help but laugh slightly. “I mean… I’m not a lesbian. But I do like women, yes.”
Jill wondered for a moment if she was going to have to explain bisexuality to the bioterrorist she’d just gone down on.
Excella smiled. “So then where does Chris Redfield factor in?”
Jill huffed, starting to feel grilled now. Before she could answer, Excella continued, “or Albert? And don’t deny it—it’s obvious you two have a history.”
Jill shook her head and exhaled, crossing her arms. “You really want to sit here and talk about men the rest of the night?”
Excella laughed. “Touché. Here, come with me…”