**It's been hectic the last couple of weeks. Sibling gradually healing and I'm taking antibiotics this time from being sick again. I found a little spare time to create a few Jilleon renders.

Be sure to checkout part 4: the Final chapter in my gallery and the accompanying story.**


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Shadows Between Missions


Chapter 3 — “Fault Lines"


Jill didn’t give him time to steady himself.

One moment she was brushing her fingers along his jaw, reading every flicker of reaction; the next, she shifted her weight and swung her leg across his thigh, sliding gracefully into his lap. Leon’s breath caught as Jill settled against him, her body warm and solid through the battle suit’s thick, textured armour.

Her gloved hand cupped the side of his face, guiding him upward until his lips brushed the curve of her collarbone. His hands instinctively rose to her hips, steadying her as she leaned in, her movements controlled yet undeniably intimate.

The lamplight behind them cast their silhouettes into the mirror across the room. It captured everything: Jill’s confident posture, the way Leon’s hands spread across her waist, the way she lowered herself just enough to feel the firmness of his grip.

Jill caught their reflection too — and smirked.

“See something you like?" she murmured.

Leon’s voice came low, unsteady in a way he couldn’t hide.

“You already know the answer."

Jill shifted again, slow and purposeful, bringing herself closer until the open line of her suit hovered just above his lips. His breath warmed her skin through the exposed neckline, and she felt his restraint crack — just slightly.

Her eyes softened, though the challenge never faded.

“You said this wasn’t simple," she murmured, brushing her thumb along his cheek.

“It isn’t," Leon replied, fingers curling gently into the armour at her waist.

“But I’m starting to care less about simple."

Jill exhaled — a quiet, shaky breath she hadn’t meant to let slip.

His honesty hit her harder than she expected.

And Leon noticed.

Her hand moved from his cheek to the back of his neck, and she leaned forward until her forehead touched his, her lips hovering barely a whisper from his mouth.

“Leon…" she said softly, almost warning, almost pleading.

He didn’t move. Didn’t push. Didn’t retreat.

“I’m right here," he whispered.

Her eyes closed for a heartbeat — letting herself feel the closeness, letting herself want it. When she opened them again, the last piece of her restraint faltered.

Jill angled her hips just slightly, anchoring herself more firmly in his lap as she spoke against his lips:

“Then don’t let go."

Leon’s hand slid up her spine, slow, careful, reverent.

“I won’t."

Their reflection in the mirror trembled in the lamplight — two survivors suspended on the razor-thin line between control and surrender.

Jill closed the final inch between them.

And the world outside her apartment fell away.


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Created using Daz Studio 4.22. Planned out the scene and poses in a few days. Still learning DAZ Studio after over a years of use. Duration of render was around 1.3 hours in Nvidia Iray with a 9950X3D and RTX 4090, that's due a medium Fog Atmosphere being used which take up GPU resources. Post work was adding some vignette, highlights and lower the contrast and adding the watermark.

No AI involved, just a lot of hours sitting on my backside making this render.

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