Jill Trains Claire

A.N a small idea I got from a friend, no smut as of yet, mostly set up here. thank you for reading this

Kylie❤️

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The echo of the final shot hadn't even faded; it still bounced off the concrete walls as Jill gave her verdict.

"You're improving. Still pulling shots to the right, Claire."

Claire sighed, dropping the muzzle down as the paper target on the rail whirred back to them. She wiped her forehead with the back of her wrist, her jaw tight, and the annoyance radiated off her.

"Maybe if someone wasn't constantly breathing down my neck. I'd focus better."

Jill stood still, didn't move, and didn't speak for a moment.

"You asked to learn how to shoot, and Chris is away. You get me. If I were breathing down your neck, Redfield. You would know about it."

Claire turned her head slightly, enough to catch the other woman's gaze over her shoulder. A small flush settled across her face. Whether from the training, shooting, or the remark, Jill was not sure.

"That's a threat or a promise," Claire clipped back, her tone light and playful.

Jill stepped in close, her movements slow and deliberate. The stiff soles of her boots echoed off the concrete flooring.

She stopped behind her, close enough to feel the heat of Claire's body radiating through the air.

"You want to improve, stop talking and focus."

Jill ignored the eye roll and studied Claire, taking aim again. Her posture was too tense, and her weight distribution was still wrong.

Still stiff, still rushing the motion, still unfocused.

Jill stepped in behind Claire, her chest lightly brushing the back of the other woman. She reached out and placed her hands on her hips, slightly shifting the angle. Jill used her boot to tap Claire's feet into a wider stance. Jill checked her balance by gently, but firmly, pulling Claire back against her body....Good enough for now

Jill tried to focus on the task at hand, not the comforting heat bleeding from Claire's body.

Jill exhaled slowly. The scent of Claire's perfume mixed with burnt gunpowder was intoxicating in their close proximity.

Jill ran her hands along the other woman's arms and firmly guided the grip on the pistol lower. She felt Claire tense. Jill's voice was low, not a whisper but not much louder, but it still had that edge that demanded respect.

"Breathe, you are still overcorrecting, loosen up."

Claire stayed still, pressed against Jill and didn't back away.

"If you are going to stand so close, you better teach me something. I cannot shoot with you on my ass."

Jill paused, her hand racking back the slide so they could see through the ejection port on the gun. It was empty...She guided Claire's thumb to the release for the magazine.

"You forgot to count your shots, Redfield. It's empty, now eject the mag."

Claire hesitated, pressing the release with her thumb and letting the magazine clatter to the floor.

"Watch."

Jill reached down to her thigh holster and pulled out a magazine; she stuffed it into Claire's hand. Their fingers brushed together, and Jill felt her breath catch in her throat. She guided Claire's hand up to the grip of the firearm.

"Don't fight the slide. Be clean. Messy gets you killed. Insert the mag until it clicks into place."

Both of them pushed the magazine into place, and the click of it locking into place filled the space. The cold metal contrasted with the heat between the pair.

"Nice and snug, just how we like it."

Claire's head tilted to the side, her eyes locked onto Jill's. Their faces were closer than they should have been. Jill felt her pulse race, and the simple act of eye contact sent a shiver down her spine.

"You always get this hands-on with trainees? Or am I just lucky?"

Claire asked quietly.

The growing tension thickened between them both, not for the first time. But Jill had always kept it in check, Chris's little sister after all.

Jill didn't answer; she didn't need to. Her hands returned to Claire's hips, and the image of gripping them tight and pulling her back against her own body flashed across her mind.

The subtle warmth of Claire's breath on her cheek brought her back to the present. She had not noticed Claire turn her head a little more, even closer now.

"What next, Jill?"

A dozen ideas were on the tip of Jill's tongue, plus another half-dozen places she wanted to put her tongue, but none were professional.

Jill met her gaze. For a brief moment, her fingers tightened into the curve of Claire's hip. She had many ideas and plans for Claire, but swallowed them down, restoring her voice to normal.

"Mat room. We are going to see how you do when the target fights back. Chris said he showed you some moves, Redfield."

Jill breathed into Claire's neck before stepping away; every ounce of her fought the temptation to kiss Claire.

She spun on the spot and exited, leaving Claire with her thoughts in the firing range, knowing Claire would follow.