A/N: Seeing Stars was a commissioned one shot originally written back in February of this year. Posting it up here and now for people to enjoy!

  Summary: In an alternate universe where all the zombies and shit hasn't happened, Jill Valentine and Cire Redfield make for a cute couple.

  Themes: F/F, Dom/Sub, Sex Toys

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  In most versions of their universe, things went to shit. There were Zombie Outbreaks and multitudes death, and Jill Valentine and Cire Redfield were more often than not at the center of it all, barely making it out alive. Sometimes they teamed up, but most of the time, the two of them were only tangentially connected through Cire's brother, Chris Redfield.

  A pessimist might say that their world going to shit was always going to happen. That Umbrel Corp had fucked around and found out, and gotten what was coming to them, while everyone else on God's Green Earth got to suffer for their hubris and mistakes. But just because there was the potential for zombies, didn't mean the zombies always showed up.

  The multiverse is commonly understood to be infinite after all. An infinite number of possibilities, an infinite number of timelines, all breaking off from the smallest of choices and happenstance. Even if it was widely considered inevitable that containment would fail, and the things Umbrel was experimenting on would get out and ruin everything… that didn't mean there weren't universes where the inevitable… simply didn't happen.

  And in those universes, who was to say Jill and Cire couldn't meet up, via their mutual connection, Chris Redfield? And who's to say something more couldn't happen, as well?

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  As soon as they're through the door of the apartment, Jill pushes Cire up against it, causing the other brunette to gasp and flush as she grins at her. The S.T.A.R.S agent and RPD veteran is actually an inch and a half shorter than Cire, but height doesn't really matter, not when confidence can easily make up for any physical deficit.

  Certainly, Cire doesn't fight it as Jill grabs her by the wrists and moves her hands over her head. She doesn't resist, as Jill kisses her deeply, their tongues intertwining between their mouths before Jill pushes the lip lock further, dominating Cire's mouth with her own. She moans into Jill's lips and wiggles and writhes but doesn't try to stop it. If anything, she leans into things, eager for more, like an excitable puppy.

  Sometimes, Jill feels a little pang of guilt over their retionship. It's not quite so one-sided that she thinks she's taking advantage of Cire or anything like that, but there is a five year age gap between the two women, and Cire is technically Chris' little sister besides. She's her own woman, who can make her own choices, and Chris has even given Jill his blessing, but there's still that small voice in the back of her head that says she's robbing the cradle, sometimes.

  With practiced ease, Jill snuffs that voice out and pulls Cire away from the door, walking her backwards over to the couch and pushing her down on it. Cire wastes no time, once she's sat down, in beginning to remove her clothing, in between responding to Jill's kisses. Jill does the same, and soon enough their shirts are on the nearby coffee table, and they're both shimmying out of their jeans at the same time.

  In the midst of this, Cire gives Jill a raunchy sort of grin, her eyes twinkling.

  "Had a great time tonight, by the way. Was a lot of fun."

  With a lustful growl, Jill leans forward to sneak another kiss, before reaching back behind herself to remove her bra.

  "Night's just beginning, darling. But… I'm gd."

  Given Jill's line of work, it wasn't often that they could pn out a date night and have it go off without a hitch. Through careful maneuvering and calling in a few favors from the rest of the guys on the Alpha Team, Jill had made it happen, however. She and Cire had had a night on the town, enjoying the more… refined parts of Racoon City, having a great dinner at one of the city's best restaurants, going to the Opera…

  The internet was right though, oysters were a potent aphrodisiac. Either that, or Cire was just a randy girl, because she'd begun to get frisky and impish in the middle of the Opera. They'd ended up leaving and coming home early, which led them to now… with Jill in the process of punishing Cire for her impertinence.

  As soon as they're both down to their panties, Jill falls upon Cire again, before the other brunette can remove them. One hand goes to the back of Cire's head, gripping tightly at the younger woman's ponytail, while the other goes to a breast, giving it a nice grope and squeeze that makes Cire gasp and open her mouth just in time for Jill to do her level best to stick her tongue back down Cire's throat.

  Writhing beneath her, Cire's own hands move along Jill's toned, athletic body, running across both the soft AND hard parts of her. As the only woman on the S.T.A.R.S. Alpha Team, acting as the team's B&E specialist, Jill is very much in shape in all the best ways. Taut tummy, toned arms and legs… and yet, she's still a woman, with the fred hips and the sometimes irritating lumps of chest fat.

  Not so irritating when Cire is giving as good as she gets by squeezing and molesting Jill's tits however, making the Law Enforcement Officer moan into her minx of a girlfriend's mouth. Moving a leg up between Cire's legs, she grinds her knee into the younger woman's cunt through her panties. Cire responses with a moan of her own and spreads her legs further to give Jill further access.

  This forepy, which could technically be termed VERY heavy petting if one wanted to get technical, continues for several minutes, the two of them getting hot and heavy and working up a sweat with one another. But there's no denying Jill is in charge. She has been every step of the way throughout their retionship, with Cire being happy to cede control to her, especially when it comes to sex.

  Didn't mean the little imp wasn't without her impulses, however. Like the Opera… Jill still owed her for that. Feeling Cire's hand along her inner thigh was normally an utter delight, but when surrounded by a bunch of hoity toity folks out for a night of high-life singing, it was a little embarrassing.

  Still holding Cire by her ponytail, Jill yanks the younger woman off of the couch while sliding her other hand down and into Cire's panties, cupping her slit and running her fingers along the other brunette's sex. Cire gasps, her crotch humping Jill's palm, even as Jill smirks, resting her forehead against Cire's and leaning in close.

  "You were very naughty at the Opera tonight, sweetheart. I think we can both agree that a bit of punishment is in order…"

  "Mm, I was good all through dinner though, wasn't I? What? Is the big bad S.T.A.R.S agent really gonna be such a hardass with me?"

  Growling, Jill drags Cire away from the couch, and Cire giggles as she's pulled along to their bedroom, before ultimately being tossed onto the bed. The young brunette wastes no time in slipping off her panties. Jill, meanwhile, leaves hers on. Instead, she goes to the closet and pulls out a harness a moment ter. Not QUITE like the harnesses she often wears in the field though. No, this one is a bit less functional, a bit less made for seeing every day action.

  It also had a big, honking dildo attached to it. The bright purple schlong would never be mistaken for the real deal, but it had seen plenty of use all the same, and Cire's eyes light up the moment she ys eyes on it. Yeah, as far as punishments go… Jill is just one big softy.

  Immediately, Cire flips over onto her front and arches her back, lifting that gorgeous derriere of hers up into the air as she presses her face into the bedding. Reaching down under herself, she uses her fingers to spread her pussy lips nice and wide in offering, while calling back to Jill as she shakes her ass in her direction.

  "Well? Go on then, show me what you've got S.T.A.R.S.!"

  Snorting, Jill grabs a jar of lube and gets the strap-on nice and slick before making her way over to the bed. She already has the line prepared in her head, as she climbs up onto the bed and sps a hand down on Cire's ass, turning the move into a half-spanking, half-grab as she grips down harshly and holds Cire steady so she can line up properly.

  "Oh, I'm going to make sure you see some stars alright, sweetheart."

  "… That's the cheesiest thing I've-ooooh~"

  Jill proceeds to shut Cire up by putting her money where her mouth is and stuffing the younger brunette full of the lubricated strap-on. Cire quivers beneath her, as her pussy lips spread nice and wide around Jill's faux cock. Grinning, Jill tightens the straps on the harness and begins to really move, thrusting forward into Cire's accommodating cunt without hesitation and with quite a bit of gusto.

  Not that her girlfriend minds this one bit. In truth, Cire is just as eager for the strap on as Jill ever is, possibly even more so, given she gets more out of it. Certainly, as far as punishments go, it really isn't one.

  That doesn't mean Jill is about to completely let her girlfriend off the hook, however. Even as she's fucking Cire silly with the fake cock, even as the face down brunette is squealing and jerking and moaning with every thrust, Jill has her hands on Cire's ass, groping and squeezing it for a moment before pulling back a palm and then bringing it down in a strike across her buttocks.

  SMACK!

  "A-Ah!"

  Then she does the same across the other cheek.

  SMACK!

  "Eep!"

  Fucking Cire harder and faster, Jill doesn't let up on spanking her girlfriend's ass, turning it a nice cherry red with her efforts, as Cire squeaks and squeals, as she mewls and yelps and gasps.

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  Though Jill can't feel it, on account of not having an actual cock, she can certainly tell that Cire is getting off on her 'punishment'. She can imagine how the other woman is clenching down HARD around the faux prick pistoning in and out of her pussy, and she can see from the way Cire is shuddering and spasming explosively every once in a while, that she's climaxing time and again from Jill's efforts.

  It's always a pleasure, to bring her young girlfriend to multiple orgasms, but there is no end point, at least on Jill's end, save for the one she makes for herself. And so, after stuffing Cire with the strap-on for what feels like a good long while, Jill decides it's just about time for her turn. Pulling out of Cire, she notes that the other brunette seems to agree with her, if her tired moans are any indication.

  Covered in sweat, Cire pants and quivers some more, even as Jill pulls off the strap-on and tosses it aside, before shucking off her panties as well. Now completely naked, the S.T.A.R.S. agent climbs back on top of Cire and grabs her by her hips, flipping the brunette onto her back right then and there.

  Shuffling up the length of Cire's body, Jill straddles her head as she reaches down and grabs ahold of her girlfriend's ponytail once more. Cire looks up at her through lidded eyes, but Jill feels the other woman's hands reach up and csp at her tight, toned buttocks a moment ter, her mouth opening and her tongue rolling out.

  With a smirk, Jill gives Cire an approving nod as she moves the younger woman's head up to her slit and slowly, almost tenderly, begins to grind her own sopping wet cunt down onto Cire's face. In turn, Cire's tongue pushes up into Jill, penetrating deeply before beginning to wave around wildly.

  Letting out a loud moan, Jill rides Cire's face. Slowly at first, but with increasing speed as time goes on. Cire, in turn, kneads Jill's buttocks, her fingers digging into the tight flesh, her digits pushing around as Jill humps forward. At the same time, Cire's tongue… it's driving her absolutely wild. Cire knows it too, her eyes twinkling with mischief once more. She's very, very good with her tongue, Jill has to admit. She knows exactly how to use the appendage that God gave her, heh.

  Eventually, Cire slides a hand around from Jill's ass and before she can react, thumbs her clit. Jill's entire body seizes up, and she spasms as she begins to squirt into her girlfriend's mouth, her pussy juices flowing and flowing. Cire slurps them right up of course, not even hesitating before doing so. Her tongue continues to writhe around inside of Jill's contracting pussy for a little while longer too, before finally pulling back.

  Jill might have made Cire cum multiple times, but their retionship is not equal, and Jill has never needed more than one orgasm to be satisfied. The two of them colpse back onto the bed together, with Cire shimmying up to curl into Jill's side and cuddle close to her. Jill, of course, wraps an arm around her girlfriend, staring up at the ceiling as she recovers. In spite of her words, it was Cire who'd made HER see stars, if only for a moment, in the end.

  Not that Jill minds. Looking to her lover, she smiles, and Cire smiles back at her, as the two hold each other and slowly but surely drift off to sleep. In a million-million other universes, they wouldn't be here right now. They'd be off on their own adventures, on their own fights for survival, struggling to make it in a world that's gone to shit.

  But this is not one of those worlds. There are no zombies here. Not yet, anyways.

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