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As soon as the flask shatters on the ground, Jill knows they’re fucked.
In what way? She isn’t too sure, but the sickly sweet stench fills the room quickly, practically swirling around her head cartoonishly. Just beside her, Claire stiffens with the same stomach dropping realization. Her hand covers her mouth and nose, but they both know it’s too late when the lights start flashing red and the doors lock them in.
They’re both contaminated. And stuck in the lab.
Claire wasn’t even supposed to be here, not to Jill’s knowledge. Jill was sent to the rural town to find the hidden lab on her own, with backup less than twenty minutes away. Then, Claire showed up. Curious and empathetic as always, checking on the community as a TerraSave agent after a recent biohazard exposure.
She’d stuck to Jill’s side the second she saw her, insisting that she could help with her knowledge of the town. Jill resisted at first, but she couldn’t keep up the act when the younger woman held her hand so earnestly while trying to convince her, her hands so much softer than Jill’s own. Claire had helped, in the end, as Jill wouldn’t have found this lab without her, but that help also means Claire is doomed along with her.
“Does anyone copy?” Jill tries her radio for the fifteenth time, receiving only static in response again. The same result as all the other tries, which only makes Jill groan in frustration.
A bead of sweat drips down her temple, and Jill pulls at the front of her shirt, trying to cool her skin. The fabric sticks to her damp skin, sweat coating nearly every inch of her body. And yet, as she leans her arm on a nearby metal table, it’s as cold as it was when they entered.
“Did it turn off the ventilation when the alarms went off?” Claire asks, cheeks red from heat.
Jill glances up at a vent, spotting the fan blades still moving. Maybe faster than before. “No, I don’t think so.”
Yet they’re both burning up, dripping with sweat and skin flushed.
Claire shifts uncomfortably on the stool she’s perched on, thighs clenching as she can’t help but rub them together. The heat has spread across her body, centering in on her lower abdomen and groin.
With jerky movement, Claire stands from her stool and starts pulling off her jacket and unbuttoning her shirt. “Okay, I can’t do this. It’s too fucking hot in here.”
Jill’s eyes widen as clothes start falling to the ground, and she chokes on her own spit when Claire unbuttons her jeans as well.
“Wait, wait,” Jill stammers out, but when Claire looks at her impatiently, she doesn’t have any other words.
Wait for what? Jill doesn’t know, but she does know that just the sight of Claire in only her bra makes her stomach flip. And when her eyes follow that path down her toned stomach to where her jeans are unbuttoned, the small scrap of red lace peeking out nearly makes her groan out loud.
Rubbing her face roughly, Jill shakes her head. “I- never mind.”
Claire seems to pause as well, chest heaving as she sucks in breath after breath. Each one feels more labored, like the room is running out of air despite the ventilation still running. Jill is in a similar state, but refuses to strip as Claire has.
“You should try to cool off too,” Claire says, stepping closer to Jill. The woman reacts almost violently, jerking out of her seat and stepping away from Claire.
Closing that little distance makes Jill’s skin light on fire, and she has to keep her eyes on the floor as she replies. “Don’t. Just stay over there.”
A hurt look flashes across Claire’s face, though concern quickly replaces it as Jill leans against a table with a hand, panting and practically gasping for air.
“Jill, please,” Claire pleads, ignoring Jill’s previous warning and closing the distance between them. Her hand rests on Jill’s arm, feeling the muscle go taut beneath it. “It’s just me here, it’s okay. You need-“
Jill whirls around, one hand coming to grip Claire’s wrist and pulling her closer harshly. A gasp from Claire is muffled against Jill’s mouth as their lips collide into a violent kiss, filled with spit and teeth. Claire responds to it almost immediately, the heat in her stomach flaring yet easing to be more comfortable at the same time.
Pulling back, Jill gasps out an apology. “I’m sorry, I just couldn’t-“
Claire cuts her off by stepping closer and leaning in for another heated kiss, desperate to satisfy the painful burning under skin. Jill moans into her mouth and brings her free hand up to tangle in Claire’s hair. She backs Claire up against one of the metal tables, various objects clattering to the floor as she helps Claire up to sit on it.
“Fuck, I need to feel you,” Claire trails off her mumbling, hands grabbing at the hem of Jill’s shirt to pull it up and expose her abs.
For just a second, Jill parts to pull her shirt up and off her head, sighing at the relief it brings. Her lips hover over Claire’s as she pants, the other woman’s hands leaving trails of lightning across her skin as they roam. Claire’s thighs are parted around Jill’s hips, and they clench together when Jill kisses her again, hungry and desperate.
There’s no preamble when Jill trails her free hand to Claire’s jeans, slipping under the unbuttoned waistband as her other hand tightens in her hair. Jill swallows Claire’s whine when her fingers slip beneath Claire’s underwear as well, finding the slick and scorching heat beneath. A voice somewhere in the back of Jill’s brain posits that it might be whatever was in the flask, but that voice is barely heard through the pure need screaming throughout Jill’s body. Every noise from Claire, every movements, every slide of their lips together eases the heat. And Jill just keeps searching for more and more.
The pads of Jill’s fingers circle Claire’s sensitive clit, making the younger woman gasp and buck her hips. Sparks burst behind her eyelids as her body finally gets what it wanted, and their lips part as she gasps and moans. Jill’s nose brushes her cheek as Jill pants against her skin, her own stomach aching with need.
“Touch me,” Jill pleads, voice breathy against Claire’s ear. “Please, I need it, Claire.”
And who is Claire to refuse?
With Jill’s fingers drifting lower to press one inside her hole, Claire manages to move a hand to Jill’s breast, kneading the soft flesh through her sports bra. There’s resounding moan that comes from Jill only makes Claire bolder, and she pulls Jill’s bra up to knead her breast directly. When a second finger presses into Claire’s dripping heat, steadily curling and pressing as best they can within her jeans, Claire drops her head to Jill’s shoulder to whine her pleasure there.
Jill’s name is a mantra on Claire’s lips, chanted over and over in between gasps and moans. Jill is as drunk on lust as Claire, moaning into Claire’s hair when the younger woman rolls her pert nipple between her thumb and index finger.
“Fuck, that feels good,” Jill groans, curling her middle and ring finger inside Claire to hear her breath hitch. “That feel good?”
Claire nods feverishly, strands of hair falling from her ponytail to tickle the edges of her face and neck. But as good as it feels, it isn’t quite enough.
“Jill, I need more,” Claire gasps, hips bucking against Jill’s fingers. “Please, it hurts. I need more.”
Jill groans as she feels Claire clench around her fingers, pussy sucking them in. Those sweet pleas falling from her lips coat Jill’s ears like honey, and her focus narrows down to Claire alone. The lab, the shattered flask, the threat of the undead just rooms away; it all melts away.
Claire whines when Jill pulls back, but she gasps soon after when Jill yanks off her jeans. Claire lifts her hips to help, eyes dilated and lips puffy as she watches. Sinking to her knees, Jill pulls off Claire’s jeans the rest of the way, letting them fall to the ground by their shirts. Jill’s arms loop underneath Claire’s thighs, pulling her to the edge of the table as her breath fans out over her still clothed heat.
“Jill.” Claire’s voice is breathy and urgent, her fingers threading through Jill’s hair to pull her closer to her cunt. The heat and musky aroma coming off her drenched panties has Jill’s mouth watering, and she wastes no time in pushing forward to press her tongue flat against the dark spot of the gusset.
Claire gives a pitchy moan, head falling back as her grip tightens in Jill’s hair. “Fuck yes, more. Jill, please-“
The lace of Claire’s panties grows even darker as Jill’s saliva mixes with Claire’s arousal, the older woman’s tongue tracing the seam of her lower lips. The lace is pushed between them as Jill pushes her tongue forward, the tip bumping Claire’s clit and making her whine.
“Hurry up,” Claire urges breathlessly with a sharp tug to Jill’s hair. “I can’t wait any longer. I need to feel you, please.”
Jill can’t resist Claire’s begging, so she untangles her arms from Claire’s thighs to tug the scrap of lace down her thighs. Her lips part in awe at the sight of Claire’s glistening folds, and the younger woman even parts her thighs further, baring her full center to Jill.
“God, you’re drenched,” Jill says with a groan, lips pressing against Claire’s inner thigh. She slowly makes her way to Claire’s center, leaving a trail of featherlight kisses along the woman’s heated skin.
When she finally drags her tongue through Claire’s heat, Jill can’t help but moan at the taste, the sound sending vibrations through Claire’s core that makes her jolt. Claire’s hand tightens in Jill’s hair again, this time violently pulling her close to bury her face in her cunt. Jill’s nose bumps Claire’s clit and Claire keens at the feeling, her free hand moving back to support herself on the table.
Claire’s chin points up to the ceiling, lips parted as she gasps and bucks her hips forward. “Don’t stop, I’m so close!”
One of Jill’s hands untangles from Claire’s legs to drift downward, slinking underneath her own jeans and underwear to rub at her clit. Her breath hitches as her tongue continues to lave over Claire’s folds, eyes fluttering shut while she bucks against her own hand.
The lab is filled with Claire’s gasps and moans, accompanied by the obscene sound of Jill devouring her slick between her thighs. Every slurp echoes off the tile floor, fueling Claire’s desperate attempts to force Jill’s face further between her legs. Her fingers are tangled in her hair, and Jill’s sure that Claire could rip out a chunk if she wanted to.
And when that coil in her stomach finally snaps, Claire nearly pulls Jill’s hair out as her back arches violently, thighs clenching around her head. Jill groans at the feeling, but ultimately ignores the pain in her scalp as her own fingers speed up over her clit. Claire is still whining and trembling above her, hips rocking to ride out her high.
It’s only when her body finally relaxes that Claire starts pushing at Jill’s head, the near agonizing heat having faded to a pleasant warmth. “Jill, it’s too much, I can’t-“
Jill doesn’t let up for a second, eyebrows knitted together as she continues eating Claire out. Her fingers press down harder on her own clit, finally getting closer to her peak. Her breathing grows ragged, or at least what little air she seems to breathe in as she single-mindedly buries her face into Claire’s heat, nose still bumping her oversensitive clit.
“Please,” Claire pleads, her cunt clenching down around Jill’s tongue in fluttering spasms. Her eyes flutter open and closed as she gasps for air in between moans, back rounded as she hunches forward.
Paying her pleas no mind, Jill only bolsters her efforts to reach her own high, using Claire’s whines and whimpers as fuel. Fingers rubbing frantically at her clit, Jill moans into Claire’s wetness as she finally comes undone, cunt throbbing.
When she finally pulls away to sit back on her heels, her mouth and chin are coated in Claire’s slick, and Claire is boneless is above her. They both pant in the aftermath, coming down from the vicious heat that had consumed them. Jill’s temple rests against the inside of Claire’s knee, eyes shut as she tries to collect herself.
Jill comes to her senses first, releasing her grip on Claire’s thigh as her other hand pulls out of her jeans. She glances up at Claire, meeting the younger woman’s dazed stare. A brief silence passes between them as it all sinks in, the heat dissipating from the room almost immediately.
“I’m sorry,” Jill stammers out first, rising from the floor with a wince as her knees crack from kneeling for too long. “I don’t know what got into me, I just couldn’t control myself. Claire, I’m so-“
Claire cuts her off by grabbing the strap of Jill’s sports bra and tugging her forward to smash their lips together again. This kiss is less desperate than the ones before, but no less heated. As Jill’s hand comes to cradle the side of Claire’s face, Claire deepens the kiss by tilting her head, able to taste her arousal on the older woman’s lips.
When they part again, they’re both breathless and panting. Claire adjusts her grip to hold onto Jill’s shoulder instead, as if ensuring she won’t run.
“You don’t have to apologize,” Claire finally murmurs, breaking the peaceful silence between them. Her hand squeezes Jill’s shoulder reassuringly. “I don’t regret it.”
Jill’s eyes dart to the shattered glass on the floor, and the liquid that has long since vaporized. “Are you sure? I think… it was because of whatever was in that flask.”
Claire huffs and rolls her eyes. “That wasn’t the only reason, trust me.”
That makes Jill raise an eyebrow, and it only rises higher when Claire’s other hand comes up to hold the side of her face. Now, Jill’s heart is racing for a different reason than the effects of whatever was in that flask.
“This wasn’t just spur of the moment for me,” Claire admits, her thumb rubbing against Jill’s jaw. Their breath mingles between them, and it’s like their eyes are magnetized together. “I think it was a long time coming, honestly.”
The corner of Jill’s lips quirks up at that, and her agreement comes in the form of her free hand sliding over Claire’s bare hip. She steps closer again, now slotting back between Claire’s thighs. Claire takes that as an invitation, and her hand on Jill’s shoulder slides to wrap around her neck, pulling her closer. There’s not an inch of space between them, just wrapped up in their own little world even in the midst of a secret bioterrorist lab.
“So,” Jill starts, rubbing circles with her thumb into Claire’s hip. “Should I take you out to dinner after this?”
“Mm, that depends. Where exactly would you take me?” Claire quips back, teasingly brushing her lips against Jill’s.
Just as Jill’s about to inform Claire about a nice Indian restaurant nice and close to her apartment, the radio on Jill’s hip crackles to life again.
“Jill? Jill, you there?”
They both stiffen, the bubble popping around them like a deflating balloon.
“Shit, we need to get dressed,” Jill mutters. She steps back, but crouches down to help Claire pull on her underwear and jeans first.
“I can get dressed, Jill, it’s fine,” Claire murmurs with a small laugh, hand pressing to the woman’s shoulder. “Answer them back or they’ll get worried.”
Reluctantly, Jill pulls back and does as asked, one hand pulling her sports bra down into place as the other holds the radio to her mouth. Her eyes never leave Claire, however, watching for any side effects from whatever the hell affected them. If it has no side effects or long lasting impacts, Jill might want to grab another flask for the road…
“I’m holding you to dinner, though. I’m serious,” Claire says once she’s dressed again. There’s a brief flash of vulnerability across her face, something uncommon for her.
It makes Jill pause where she had been adjusting her bra, glancing up at Claire with an unfamiliar ache in her chest. “I am too, Claire. This isn’t going to end here.”
That seems to be enough to reassure Claire, as she gives Jill that familiar smile. The one that makes Jill’s stomach flip and warmth spread through her chest. God, this really was a long time coming.
Jill mirrors the smile, stepping closer to brush some hair out of Claire’s face. “Let’s get out of here, yeah? Lab’s empty anyway.”
Claire stifles a laugh at that, swatting away Jill’s hand. “You’ve barely even looked around. Let’s just hope they don’t figure out what happened, or else you’re getting a scathing write up.”
“Worth it.”