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An extreme close-up for the football helmet lovers (like me) out there. :-)
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please give an essay about this sunglasses 🙏 I love you talking about sunglasses
ok so.
the sunglasses in this picture
are vintage, baby !
this is a reselling off Etsy, but they're the Oakley E Wires! (I'd have to look at the sides to see what generation lol). very European, super y2k, super sports luxe!
while they're sadly not milf glasses (PLEASE get some Prada George. for all of us) they are a pair full of history!
this style came out in 1992 and slowly evolved until it was discontinued in 2005 (according to the O-Review website there was also a collectors edition that came out in 2013). It's a metal version of the eye jackets aka one of Oakley's most ICONIC frames
Before we get to that though, when Oakley started as a company, they were a motocross grip-selling company (the plastic they used, called Unobtainium, is what the rubbery part of Oakley glasses are mostly made of). Over time, Oakley shifted its main market from motocross gear to shield visors to shield sunglasses. These are what the first Oakley 'sunglasses' look like ->
The pair on the right was made from a motocross visor shield, electrical tape, and a coat hanger. The pair on the left is a style called the Eyeshades, the first commercially sold version of the extremely popular modern-day Sutros.
The Sutros are an iconic sports frame and have been extremely ingrained in sports culture since they were put on the market. However, they weren't suited for ALL of sports culture. This is where the Eye Jackets come in. (We'll come back to the Sutros and Eyeshades later)
I'm sure you've all heard of Michael Jordan but did you know that Michael Jordan LOVED Oakleys? He was actually on the board of directors for a while and wore Oakleys all the time, specifically, he wore the Eye Jackets (and similar styles)
if you scroll back up to the pair George is wearing, they look very similar to these! And for good reason! The E Wire is essentially the thin metal frame version of the Eye Jackets.
Ok, cool. 90s and early 2000s fashion. very y2k and we know they come from Oakley so they're sporty. epic. awesome, even. but what's sports luxe? Why European if Oakley's an American brand and why do we care about these now?
Sports Luxe is basically a style that's based on athletic gear with a sophisticated undertone. Think leggings and tracksuits. Think Bella Hadid or Billie Eilish. Think Adidas or Nike or Lululemon. That's sports luxe babey (also called athleisure). When you have a basketball game at 12 and a photoshoot at 2. That's the vibe.
Now, full disclaimer, I am American so ig I can't really speak on if the recent spark in this trend started in Europe but from my viewpoint it totally did. It's big, it's bold, it's based in streetwear, it's casual but it's not lazy, and it flexes wealth subtly which is much more common among European celebs than American celebs and influencers (imo).
We can also go back to those Eyeshades from earlier and see that those became popular in Europe through cycling. Greg Lemond debuted the Eyeshades in the Tour de France 1984 making Oakleys a huge hit in Europe. This eventually progressed and made Oakleys an iconic 80s sunglass brand.
Trends did what trends do and the Eyeshades eventually took a backseat from mainstream fashion and instead became popular among surfers mostly. The trend that replaced it, was the Oakley Eye Jackets courtesy of MJ23 himself.
Glossing over 20 years of sunglass history, trends did what trends do and the 80s shield style and 90s/2000s eye jacket style of sunglasses faded into the back of closets. Until now.
The biggest modern name in bringing back this trend (via sunglasses at least) is Balenciaga. (disclaimer: I'm not getting into the whole thing with their brand, I'm sure you heard about it, I don't support the brand etc etc I'm talking from purely a fashion/trends viewpoint, which what I'm talking about was started by them prior to everything)
These are some of the most high-fashion sunglasses on the market right now.
fun, right? and maybe a little familiar..................... oh wait of course those are just smooth versions of the Oakley Eye Jackets. History repeats itself.
All in all, trends move in circles, fashion mistakes repeat themselves, and this will be Dream and George in denim on denim on denim suits next time they go somewhere fancy (REAL NOT CLICKBAIT)
#georgenotfound#dtblr#did i spend several hours fact checking this info? yes. yes i did#sources: retail trainings gothic font#anyways anon you asked for an essay here you go <3#ask#anon#if anyone has questions btw feel free to ask!!! i love talking about this stuff!!#I'd like to thank not only God but Jesus for making this and also my 200+ RAADS score
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Has the bride ever made the two horsemen blush ? 😏
Oh ho! Many times, yeah.
It usually happens when you pay him genuine compliments.
"Holy shit!" you gape up at Strife in wonder, your lips tilted into a disbelieving little grin, "How'd you learn to shoot like that? That was amazing!"
Wide-eyed, the Horseman stares down at you for a moment until he blinks once, slowly, then gives his head a quick shake and says, "I wa-? I - I mean... it was?"
"Are you kidding me!? That was the coolest thing I've ever seen!" you exhale in a laugh.
Strife just watches you as you start to gush about how he'd dispatched that pack of slobbering, ravagers 'like an armoured Annie Oakley,' whoever that is. Meanwhile, hidden beneath his helm, his lips are slowly stretching into a soft smile, caught by surprise.
It's hard to know when Strife is blushing because of his visor but you quickly learn that he has other tells. I.e., rubbing at the base of his neck, tipping the chin of his mask down to avoid meeting your eyes and, most noticeably, tripping over his words. He's usually such a smooth-talker, so it both intrigues and baffles him that you can make him stutter. Also, the barest amount of physical affection is enough to knock him flat on his backside.
War is about as unflappable as they come. But little more than a playful flirt is enough to get his ears glowing like a damn sunset. If you so much as flash him a wink, sure, he'll pull a face, but little do you know that hidden beneath his hood are ears the colour of freshly-picked radishes. He's just exceptional at hiding his embarrassment.
"You have the biggest sword I've ever seen on a man," you tease, gesturing towards the blade clenched in War's colossal fist.
Behind you, Strife chokes on a guffaw.
The younger Horseman, for his part, grits his teeth and levels you with a glare so heated, it could melt the skin off your bones. Grumbling under his breath, he's quick to turn away from you, lest you look too closely and see the dusting of pink creeping across his cheekbones.
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Amazing Scarlet Spider vol 1 1 (1995) . Clone Saga . Virtual Mortality part 2 . Violated by The Virtual . Written by Tom DeFalco and Mike Lackey Penciled by Mark Bagley Inked by Larry Mahlstedt Colors by Bob Sharen and Malibu Color Lettered by Bill Oakley Edited by Tom DeFalco . Scarlet Spider retrieved a stolen VR-visor from a henchman of the new Doctor Octopus and took it to Seward. When Seward tried it, he ended up fighting VR-37 ( very real threat). Scarlet Spider jumped into the VR as well to help Seward... . See more relevant content here: #marvelman901markbagley #marvelman901spiderman #marvelman901clonesaga #marvelman901droctopus2 #marvelman901venom #marvelman901stunner #marvelman901carnage . #spiderman #scarletspider #90s #vr #droctopus #venom #markbagley #larrymahlstedt #clonesaga #carnage #stunner (på/i New York, New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoiF-QCMmUl/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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New Oakley Aro 7 helmet cheats the wind with integrated visor - BikeRadar
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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: 1975 Oakley Surf Black Bucket Hat.
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The big bulky visor and Scott’s Oakley’s from the first X-Men movie are still my favourites and I’m thriving on the recent discovery that they have decided to put them in the early 00s comics as well. It’s just a bummer the artstyle for Scott’s face is a nightmare. You win some, you lose some, huh?
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We Are Who We Are Ep. 3 liveblog
Chips ahoy has shellfish?
These two are adorable, also he didn't answer what book he read?
If the actress playing Caitlin really did cut her hair omg.
This music selection again is amazing.
I mean he isn't wrong they should have cleaned up their mess, young teens not thinking about that though lol. All that mess is gonna attract is bugs.
I love that they just get to be kids sometimes and have fun, also love how he's like stop staring at my moms they aren't zoo animals lmao.
Yea that breakup was coming lol, also what kind of friend is this girl also he really jumped right onto their bestfriend ewwww.
14 year old boys thats where all that nonsense behavior starts
Ohhh Ocean Vuong that's the book/author. Night sky with exit wounds.
LMFAO FRASER REALLY SAID:
No bih they haven't cause y'all are 14 years old.
The crop top that hides the growing yiddies and ball shorts.
Oop Fraser said boo im bouta educate you on the queer community and transgender people because I think you might be a lil non cis and non het.
But, can fraser please elevate this child's wardrobe a little bit more because
Here Fraser goes snapping. WAIT he also likes to cook wow. I hope my child is like him but with manners, because that cussing at me in my home I'd be putting the designer in my closet with restrictions.
Oh fuck, you can hear Fraser and his moms fighting....shittt. and Cait is about to scrub that damn boat in the middle of the night cause their daddy is PISSED.
Which I mean they both deserve the punishment.
Oh we doubling back to their house to see what happenerd. Fraser autistic or not would have gotten hurt pulling someone else's hair like that.
Thank goodness Maggie was there as a buffer.
Wow Sarah that is fucked, oh she meant it like you're his mom too but at least he doesn't hate us.
Complicated ass relationships.
Oop they got themselves a lil Italian gf. Damn puberty is hitting.
He's a homophobe too. Oh Cait I feel so bad for you.
Oh shit he's having a real bad panic attack. See at least my future partner, hopefully, would lean into me and our child as I help them cope, like damn.
Ooo she got the Oakley visors lmao
Wowwww she is the only woman to have been in command.
Oh she's Bi....oop.
Her brother jealous as fuck, fuck him. Like all serious he is a piece of shit stain.
Wowwwwwww.
When you don't wanna fit the stereotypes cause your parents are gay lol
Cait said.....if u say so.
They both finna cheat I'm guessing with this set up.
Cudi's legs are so small lmao lil cute chicken legs 😊
So im supposed to feel bad for him cause he is suicidal...anyways his friend is a good person.
Here Fraser goes being a jealous hoe, your mom doesn't even know you like this grown ass man. Which pump your breaks kiddo you don't have ownership over your friends or lovers or interests, which at that age it can feel like you do.
Cait/Harper's dad really really prides himself on order, protocol, and rules smfh. Cait/Harper is fucked in earning their dads love i think once they come out.
Yaknow what let her get a lil entanglement.
Preview: Oooo a wedding episode/party. They aren't dating ughh they are the homo bestfriends gosh. Sarah is gonna be a better parent to Cait/Harper than she is to Fraser. Fraser who she coddles and loves but they completely butt heads because they are so similar as people.
I am sticking this show out for the eventual drama but Fraser from the aftershow isn't autistic but he is neurodivergent and a little shit to his moms cause he knows he can get away with it. Sigh word of advice, if you're parents are good parents try to be less of a dick because you cannot get the time back.
#we are who we are spoilers#we are who we are#we are who we are hbo#wawwa liveblog#wawwa#wawwa hbo#ocean vuong
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adrian is now only allowed to wear ralph laurens, cargo shorts, tube socks, and new balance sneakers like the dad he is. he also may or may not own one of those visor hats and a pair of oakley sunglasses. hell, maybe he has a fanny pack lurking around somewhere.
LMAO
You know he be looking fresh as fuck too
Adrian has the official dad look
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A kind of a tourist
Decameron,
Boccaccio in flip-flops
pastel golf polos
crocheted swim coverups
and a slightly leathered tan
the highlights de rigueur
unless the gray is natural
a visor, Oakleys,
maybe sometimes a mask
but one out of ten at best and
every one a hundred
excuses, if not more,
if not less, sometimes none
maybe a halfhearted bleat
about taxes. They Pay Taxes
(who doesn't?), they
have been considering this
for months but refrained
at the peak of pandemic
they are Working from Home
(we work in shops) they
are Here for the Grandchildren
they aren't taking this seriously they
say it's like the flu they say
it's not like the flu the flu is worse
they say
they say
they say
a hundred excuses at once
if not more, if not less, if
they need to excuse themselves
at all, which some don't
Not every human being feels shame.
I'm sure you've noticed that by now.
Many do, but not everyone
one out of ten at best
(or so sometimes it seems)
Anyway. I could write, if I chose
like Boccaccio, a Tourist
Decameron all the reasons
we (they) are fleeing the plague
that isn't a plague that isn't
even a flu with our flip-flops
our leather tans, our Trump hats
(did I mention the Trump hats)
de rigeur highlights except
a touch of gray, a hundred stories
a hundred excuses, a hundred damned lies
if I cared that much.
But I don't.
#poetry#i had a thought#this isn't its best expression#but i figured i'd get a shadow of it out and then i can come back to it
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2AUG20: Another great Clark Fork adventure. This was the last hurrah for my 2001 Adidas Visor and Oakley Sunglasses. David successfully flipped the raft with no notice! Lol.. We also floated the Coeur d’Alene river on 31JULY2020. Good times with Brian!
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Keys
A Resident Evil One Shot
Life After Death
For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one. -Kahlil Gibran
2006
The keys to the truck were the only thing in her hand.
She waited, breathing quietly, for the things to turn hot as if she'd extracted a smoldering coal from a bed of flames and placed it in the palm of her hand. The keys were quiet. The keys were the only thing left of him.
He'd dove from a window to save his partner. Like a hero in a story he'd once read to her as a girl, he'd died to spare the love of his life from her own demise. The dark fall of all that chestnut hair hid the lowered countenance of the woman in question.
She'd always been his Valentine.
He'd died to make it clear she was his heart.
The voice of the lawyer droned. Claire studied the key ring with a numb acceptance. He'd spent his life fighting. He'd spent his life pushing. He'd spent his life driving toward the end of fear.
He'd died clutching his greatest nemesis until the moment they'd struck the ground in an epic battle of good versus evil. There was no more Wesker. There was no more lies. There was no more evil.
There was no more Chris.
The statement echoed in her head. It rolled and stung. It clung and coveted space where happiness had once lingered.
Claire ignored the hammer of a headache beating at her temples in triumphant announcement. She stared at the keys in her palm and pictured the last time she'd seen him. He'd stood in the dying sun to show her the ring.
The little wink of sapphire and starlight white diamonds. A ring made of sea and sky to compliment the eyes and the favorite shades of his partner. He'd been so nervous. She'd never seen him nervous, but he'd been so eager.
Quietly, Claire had asked, "Does she even know you love her?"
Chris had shrugged and remarked, "Does it matter? I've waited all this time. This thing with Spencer...if he's there, Claire...the answers we'll find...it could open a door to the kind of intel that might bind us all together in a fight against bioterror. It could mean support from all sides of the globe. If we can prove that the T-Virus is just one stage of it...we can finally get the battle back in our court. Maybe..."
He'd trailed off. He'd stared into the horizon and laughed softly, "Maybe she'd like to have a couple kids with me. Maybe she'd like to...see the house Dad and Mom left us in Colorado. Maybe she'd like that."
Claire had felt her throat close up as she encouraged, "Yeah...yeah, maybe she'd like that. She's a fucking idiot if she doesn't."
"I'm gonna ask her...when we get back...I'm gonna ask."
He'd never asked.
He'd taken that ring with him to the grave.
After his funeral, she'd never found it. She had to assume it was on him when he died. She had to assume he'd died with the promise of Jill Valentine in his pocket. He'd died so she could live.
It was the only way Chris Redfield knew how to be.
Claire closed her fingers over the keys and turned away from the lawyer. She was done listening. She was done hearing. She didn't want platitudes and sympathy and courtesy offers of condolences.
She was done.
She just wanted her brother.
And he was dead.
She passed by Jill and paused. Teeth clenched, she told the brunette, "...you better be worth it."
Jill shivered in grief and murmured, "I'm not. I've never been."
"He thought you were...so get your ass out there and prove it."
Claire opened the door on the big black Dodge Ram. It was littered with his things. He had a scattering of change in the ashtray. There was a half empty bottle of Mountain Dew on the floorboard. The visor was pulled down with a pair of Oakleys in black tucked over it. A pair of boots were tossed negligently in the back seat, scuffed and well loved. Dogs tagged dangled from the rear view mirror and a lighter lay uselessly on the dash.
Claire touched the button on the glove box and wasn't failed by her brother even in death. A half smoked pack of Marlboro Reds greeted her along with a wad of papers of bills that he'd left unpaid. Claire pulled one of the carcinogenic sticks and put it between her lips. She struck it up with S.T.A.R.S. zippo on the dash and inhaled sharply.
Her gaze traveled to the center console. Her hand touched it to open it up and show a wadded up B.S.A.A. t-shirt. She pulled it free, relatively sure he'd worn it before work one day before he'd changed into his uniform. She lifted it to her nose and inhaled.
The scent of him surrounded her like a ghost. The cigarette plumbed smoke into the air as she clutched the soft fabric to her face and curled her body forward around it. She hadn't cried once since they'd put him in the ground.
Not a single tear.
The smell of him made her chest seize worse than her lungs inhaling the smoke. She made a small sound of grief and loss.
She cried clinging to the scent of her brother in the cab of the only thing in the world left that she had of him.
She would mourn him for the rest of her life.
She wasn't sure how she went on without him.
It was his heart that stopped beating, but it was hers that was in the grave beside him.
.......
"If you listen...you can hear them sometimes."
He knelt beside her as the blanket of stars twinkled happily in a velvety sky. "Yeah?"
"Oh, yeah. You don't have to use your ears, Chris. You just...you use your heart."
"My heart has ears?"
Claire giggled sweetly, "Of course it does, silly. Your heart has everything. Eyes, ears, fingers...and it remembers how they felt and how they sounded...and how they smelled...it never forgets. Your heart has a brain too."
She felt his cheek lay on the top of her head. She felt his hands tremble and his voice was hoarse as he answered, "C-Bear...you just might be the smartest girl in the world sometimes."
"I know...I get that from them too. You know what you got?"
"...black hair?"
She laughed and hugged him, "...me."
She felt the wet plop of tears on her hair as he squeezed her so tight it made her squirm a little, "Yeah, I did. Maybe they'll tell me how to make sure I never forget it."
"Just use your heart...it will always remember."
"...promise me you'll do it for me if I ever forget."
Claire lifted her head. She smiled while two pairs of the same eyes held on to each other. "...I promise. Whenever you can't...I'll always remember."
..........
The field kicked up chunks of mud and snow. She whipped the wheel and plowed through the ravaged earth. The sun peaked cleanly through the winter clouds. It watched her madness with a kind of quiet judgment.
It was the same kind shared by the man who emerged from the tree line as she jerked the truck to a halt with a squeal of tires. The engine ticked as she threw open the door and climbed out. The cold slapped her face with frigid palms as she called, "What do you want, Kennedy?! You come out here looking for a truck to wreck? This ones taken."
He tilted his head at her. The navy peacoat he wore was fashionably him. It was topped by a scarf in pretty red that made his blonde hair look gold in the dim winter light. The naked trees over his shoulder highlighted the beauty of that perfect face as he mused, "Only one of us on a path of destruction here, kid. You planning to survive the fallout?"
Claire shrugged and stuck a cigarette in her mouth. "Who cares? I'm alone right? I'm repellent for anyone who matters. My parents, men, my brother...they all die and leave me...or they betray me. So will anyone even notice?"
The corner of his mouth quirked, "You been hanging around inside my head lately, CB? Those sound suspiciously like my thoughts and not yours."
She scoffed and accepted the deft flick of the zippo he pulled from his pocket. She inhaled and let him pluck the smoke from her lips to help himself to it. They shared it in silence until she mused, "You see they made Valentine a Captain?"
"...I did." Quietly. No judgment. There seldom was with Leon. He was just that guy. He didn't judge. He just listened.
Claire laughed harshly, "And they awarded my brother a Medal of Bravery. A medal...posthumously. What fucking good is a piece of useless metal? He can't wear it. He's rotting in the ground. They think I'll pin it to his bones?"
Leon shrugged a shoulder, "You do what you want with it. It's yours. It's just an honor, Claire, not an insult to his memory."
She barked out a laugh, "Honor. He dies, she lives, and she takes his command, his company, and his fucking place. He loved her. He loved her and she never loved him back! "
Softly, Leon mused, "...that's rough stuff there."
"Yeah, it is! He was so stupid! Why did he do it!? She mattered more than me!? She's fine! She's fine! But what about me!? Huh? What about me..." Her voice trailed off as the anger hummed around them, "...what about me...you son of a bitch..."
Quietly, Leon soothed, "Redfield's are pretty stupidly stubborn sometimes."
Claire laughed angrily, "No shit. Blind as he was brave."
"Hmm. I think he thought what we all do."
She turned her ravaged gaze to him, imploring, "What? What was he thinking?"
"...that you're the strongest woman he's ever known. That he'd made sure of that. That you took what he taught you and became a warrior. He knew you'd survive him, Claire, because he knew you'd never forget him."
She was so quiet watching him, that he finally added, "He knew you'd keep on living...because that's what we do."
"It's not enough. I need more than that."
His head tilted, "...what do you need?"
The wind rolled around them. It was cold and painful. It was bitter. Like she was.
Leon watched her so gently that she kinda hated him. She envied his tranquility. She wanted it. She wanted anything to alleviate the rage and the loss that ate around her belly with teeth made of regret.
She'd heard the whispers about Leon. She knew what people said. He was cold. He was cut off. He didn't get involved. He didn't date women.
But he sure did fuck them.
She'd steered clear of him all these years because she'd felt something that first night in Raccoon. She'd felt it and she'd gone after Chris and made her choice. She knew she'd burned that bridge back to him. He'd remained her friend, but the idea of lover had been crossed off the moment she'd picked family over him.
She'd heard he was a guy who was really, really good at the one night stand.
She needed anything to take the edge off the misery pooled in her heart. So, she just threw it at him like a bullet, "Take me home."
He studied her. The wind kicked up. It curled up snow around their boots. He could have said no. She had no clue where his car was. She had no idea how he'd gotten there. He could have said no.
Instead, he said, "Give me the keys."
And she gave those keys of her brother's to the only other man in her world she trusted to drive his truck.
He had a reputation for wrecking things.
She was hoping he'd wreck her.
She figured he'd come to his senses before he went through with it. After all, all these years and they'd never touched each other like that. He'd tell her no and talk her down.
He didn't.
She tossed Chris' keys on the table in the living room and backed into her bedroom. He followed her, a predator, shedding clothes as he walked. Her heart, aching like it had been, started to pound painfully behind her breast.
She whispered, "Where do you want me?"
He tilted his head. She licked her dry lips and cleared her throat. She tossed her clothing as she turned on the shower and joined him again in the bedroom. All she wore now was her undershirt and panties.
Naked, he was somehow more beautiful than clothed. She warned, hoarsely, "You aren't gonna tell me I'm grieving?"
"...no."
"You think this is a mistake?"
His head tilted again, "Do you?"
"...fuck no."
"Then tell me how you want it."
Claire felt her breath hitch and her body go wet just waiting for him. "...take me."
"...and?"
"Make it hurt."
"My pleasure."
He came toward her like a lion stalking a gazelle.
The shower was pumping steam into the quiet room. His hands tossed her over his shoulder like she was nothing. He walked them both into it while quaked above him.
What words were there in this moment?
He almost threw her against the wall to kiss her. She grabbed handfuls of his ass to rub him against her belly like a pervert.
He grunted with pleasure and ripped the tiny shirt she wore. He ripped it, right down the middle like it was nothing, it came apart in his hands like flimsy paper. She started to bicycle her legs to get her panties off and he didn't bother to wait for her to finish, he speared his hand into her panties and crudely thrust two fingers into her. She was ready but not ready. Her body clamped around his invading digits even after a cry ripped from her throat in surprise.
He didn't give her a chance to say no, to fight him off, to do anything. He finger fucked her so mercilessly as she tried to get her panties off her lower legs but they were wet and stuck to her ankles like glue. She grabbed at his arms to try to hold herself up? To try to make him wait until she was ready? She had no fucking idea what was happening. She knew only that he drove those fingers into her, cupping his palm against her groin, his thumb shifting to sweep between the damp lips of her sex and brush back and forth over the apex of her body.
His free hand lifted to settle around her throat, his thumb driving against the soft underside of her chin, angling her face back to take more of his tongue. She couldn't get her eyes to close, they were rapturously fastened to his face as he slammed her against the tiled wall and forced himself on her. Forced? No. Force implied a lack of want on her part. She'd not only wanted him, she was dying with it. He simple poured that desperate passion over the top of the both of them until they were drowning.
He ruthlessly drove her body to the peak of pleasure and just when she was about to go over, he shifted. His hand grabbed at her hips and jerked. Her lower body humped forward from the force of it.
He dropped to his knees in the humid, heated, wonderful water. She couldn't think, didn't think. He put his mouth to her and she tried to fall down. He didn't let her, he shifted both her thighs until they were over his shoulders. Her hands scrambled to find something to grab above her and settled on the shelf where the shampoo set.
It fell with a clatter to the ground as she knocked it down in her haste. He jerked her groin to him and feasted on her. Undone she could do nothing but hold on to that shelf and cum. She came, bowing, bucking against his face. His left hand was at her breasts, mounding and taunting, pulling and teasing and taking. His mouth was merciless; it joined his right hand in thrusting into her, over her, through her. Her thighs quivered, pressed against the sides of his head while he ripped her apart one clever, wonderful thrust and bite at a time.
She came screaming while he drowned them both in need.
She could barely stand as he rose. Her thighs tried to snap together and he turned her, roughly, forcing her hands to splay on the wet tile. Her clothes were ripped and useless on her skin. The undershirt still around her shoulders like some kind of flimsy jacket. Her hand snapped back behind her to join his on the length of his dick as he smeared it over her back almost playfully.
He set his teeth into her shoulder as he moved behind her and ran the hard, aching length of himself over the curve of her ass. She shuddered, threw the other hand back and drove her nails into his flank, encouraging him.
His voice was rough, "Condom?"
She shook her head desperately, "No. No. God, no. Just like that. I wanna feel it."
He grunted, "Put me in you, Claire."
She obeyed, angling him into the needy oval of her body as the thunderous spill of water cocooned them.
Christ..how long had they waited?
Too long.
Why hadn't she fucked him after Raccoon? She couldn't think. She couldn't feel anything but the want he shoved into her like he'd shove his dick.
She made a small sound of want and gasped, "Use me. Ok? Use me."
Bracing both hands on the wall beside her, he pushed himself into her body. She gasped, bowed against him, and he sheathed himself into the heat of her to the hilt. He held himself there, spitting her on his body while he gained enough control to not pound her to death against the wall.
She felt him put his forehead against the place where her neck and shoulder met, felt him gather his resolve. Claire turned her head, nuzzled at his face, and took his mouth in a long, wet, tongue thrusting kiss. She rocked back against him, encouraging. She didn't think she'd ever know anything more wonderful than what it felt to feel him thick and deep inside her.
She moved her hips and pulled herself nearly off before pushing herself back on him. His hands moved down and jerked her hips back. He lifted her to her tip toes, angled himself better, and rode her. It was slow and torturous. He went out, he rode in, he caused them both to nearly die with the aching slowness of it.
She humped back against him, desperate. He shook his head and kept the pace slow and steady. She was nearly undone when she pulled away from him. She turned and leaped on him. He caught her, easily, and she took his face and raped his mouth with hers. He was laughing delightedly at her as he pressed her back against the wall and speared her with himself.
They clashed together now, desperate and fast. They ended up across the floor of the shower with her atop him and the water trying to drown them both. She stole his sanity, blanketed them both in that humbling, skin stealing, soul raping rush of greed she felt for him. She held him down now with his arms over his head as she fucked him, forcing his body into hers fast and deep and constant. He was making some sound in his throat, trapped beneath her; a willing victim. He felt her tighten, felt her orgasm as it ripped through her body, and out of her mouth in a desperate cry.
He lifted his upper body off the ground and wrapped his arms around her waist. He surged twice more against her and pressed their mouths together hard enough to bruise if she didn't open for him. She did and his tongue surged inside. He filled her mouth with his desperate gasp and jerked her hard down on him. The slap of skin was musical in the pounding water.
Her wet clothing slapped obscenely.
It felt like they'd waited a life time for a handful of moments together.
It felt like her heart could hear the life inside of both of them.
She wasn't dead. She was just dying and Kennedy was a hero. He saved girls.
He was saving her by fucking her back to life.
........
The keys in her hand were heavy. She clenched her palm around them as the nurse gave her a beautiful smile.
"Is that to your truck?"
Quietly, Claire whispered, "My brother's...my brother's truck...well...I guess it's mine now."
The nurse smiled happily, "Well, I sure hope it has a back seat."
Claire nodded numbly, "...I-yes. Yes it does...yes."
"Good. It's not safe to put a baby seat in the front...the air bags, ya know? Dangerous."
Claire stared at the thing in her other hand beside the keys. The little blob of white on a black background. The nurse leaned over and touched the picture, "See that? That's the heart. You can see it beating."
The heart. The heart beating.
The heart of her baby.
She touched the tiny white blob and clutched the keys.
She'd always wanted children. Always. The timing had never been right. The world...it hadn't allowed it. She'd always wanted them. She'd nursed baby dolls while other girls had planned their weddings.
She'd never needed a man...but she'd always wanted a child. She'd tell Leon. If he didn't want...well...that didn't matter either. She wanted. She wanted him and this baby...but she'd survive if he didn't feel the same.
She'd carry her child in her brother's truck. The only thing in the world that mattered inside the only thing in the world she had left of the man who'd been her world once. Her world inside her world...inside her womb.
Jesus.
The heart never forgot.
And neither would the baby she'd raise to remember.
She paused on the steps of the hospital with the truck waiting for her to drive it and remember.
Leon Kennedy waited in that coat in the cold. He tilted his head at the picture in her hand. "...what do you need, kid?"
Claire clutched the keys in her fist and smiled, shakily, "...I don't wanna be blind anymore. You sure you wanna take me on?"
His teeth flashed, "You're the one who left that night...all you had to do was look back once..."
"And?"
"...and I'd have gone out a window for you."
Her heart stuttered. She felt her eyes swim with tears. "I wanna name him Chris."
Leon heaved out a heavy breath and a laugh, "...god help us all. The Redfield lineage continues."
She clutched her keys so tight she was afraid they'd pierce her palm. "Yeah...it and never forgets."
She came down the stairs. She climbed into her brother's truck beside the man who'd climbed into a nightmare beside her. She took his hand to place it on her belly as she drove.
Chris' shirt was folded in the back seat. His dog tags jingled on the rearview mirror. He was all around her. Him, their parents, their love...it was all pieces of her she'd never forget.
With the man beside her and that hope inside her, it was the first time since Raccoon City she knew there was life after death.
All because he'd given her the keys to his truck...and allowed her drive into her future.
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