Tentacles & Tears - Leon S. Kennedy & Jill Valentine

The air hung heavy with the musk of salt, mildew, and something distinctly… other. The derelict lighthouse stood sentinel against the storm-wracked Atlantic, a rusted finger pointing accusingly at the churning gray sky. Inside, amidst cobwebs thick as gauze and the ghostly groans of straining timbers, Leon Kennedy sprawled on the threadbare floor, his fatigues rumpled and sweat clinging to his lean frame. He was pinned beneath Jill Valentine’s legs, her thighs a firm barrier between him and the rough stone floor. It wasn’t exactly how he imagined spending their brief respite from whatever grotesque horror lay stalking them through this forsaken island. “Damn those bio-engineered crabs,” Jill panted, pressing a stray strand of fiery hair back from her flushed cheek. Her eyes, the color of storm clouds themselves, narrowed at him, lips twitching with amusement. “You didn't think we’d actually make it back here alive, did you, Leon?” “Always optimistic,” he mumbled, struggling t