Notes: Hello there, this is my first story here and of course it has to be a Claire Wesker pairing I love it! I am not sure if I want to keep this a one shot or if I should progress it, I guess I will decide later. But for now this is what I have. I do not own the characters and rated M for mature content.
Yes this is sorta slightly influenced by the Shades of Grey series but I promise it is not the same. Thanks and I hope this appeals to someone out there!
Fifty Shades of Noir
Somehow I find myself staring into my own reflection and I wonder just who exactly stared back. She had brilliant red hair groomed straight and falling past her shoulders, light skin and blue eyes too bright for her face. I knew she was beautiful but she felt different.
I knew my life had changed but since leaving my home and abandoning the only family I had left the feeling of how much I've changed really hit home. Life was scarier, edgier, nerve-wracking and so much darker. The colors I once saw have faded into shades of black and I have never felt more alive.
My body is awake and I am aware of the existing betrayal that weighs down on me. This is wrong and I know it and trust me I've tried to escape but with one touch I am undone, over and over and over again. Pathetic? Maybe, but I have decided that living in a dark fantasy is sometimes better than living in a cruel reality.
Fully dressed, I walk out of the still steamy bathroom and walk into the bedroom. He was there waiting in his usual chair, a grand vintage armchair, a thrown really, covered in the softest black leather. He looked up at me as I walked in, my bare feet enjoying the soft rug as I walked toward him.
"Ready?" He asked, voice low and predator like, I will never get used to that tone of voice, cold and sharp. "Yes" I responded and made sure I answered, it had taken a lot of time to get used to being so formal around him… let's just say I learned the hard way.
He patted his lap and I sat on him allowing him to take me into his arms and position me the way he wanted. He took my arm and stretched it out. I closed my eyes. "Should I remind you why you should keep your eyes open?" He said sternly and my eyes shot open. "No" I answered quickly. "Good, he responded and lifted the empty syringe and plunged it into my arm. A gasp escaped my lips, and I bit down on my lower lip, he did not like sounds.
I watched as he withdrew my blood, the syringe quickly filling up. One of his gloved hands held me while he pulled out the needle slowly out of me. As always he lifted it up and looked at it, stared at my blood settling within the vial. I could never really see his expression, his eyes always hidden behind those damn sunglasses. I promise, one day I will break them.
"Are you alright?" he asked as he began to stroke my back. "Yes" I responded, and this is when the fun began, this is the only reason why I stayed for this moment alone…
His lips stroked over my neck, I tilted back in his lap allowing him full access. My body heated up, the pain of the needle forgotten, the fear from his voice no longer there. I was careful not to touch him, though I really wanted to run my fingers through his blonde hair. I wanted to bite down on his skin, I wanted to wrap myself around him.
I felt him lift me, as far as I knew I was as light as a feather. He carried me to his bed, a bed dressed in black satin, a bed that smelled like sweet licorice, that smelled of him. As soon as my body hit the bed, his hands began undressing me, and all I had to do was to stare up at dark sunglasses. Those glasses…
In a moment of bravery I reached for them and took them off. I felt my pulse in my ears, a slight warming of my face. He wasn't angry, instead his eyes were saturated with lust, a lust that he held for me. He pressed his lips over my neck and I moaned, the pulse no longer throbbing in my ears but deep down inside of me.
His expert hands smoothed over my breasts, a sudden ache suddenly demanding attention between my legs, a sudden emptiness deep within my belly waiting for fulfillment. My body stiffened, and despite the punishment I might receive later, I dared to touch him. Wrapping my arms around him and allowing my hands to run down his naked back.
His weight pressed me harder into the bed, my hands moving to the sheets and grabbing at them. All this torture and fear nothing compared to what I was preparing for now. Almost as if time slowed, my lips opened, air suddenly precious and I felt him inside of me, a swift and sudden movement that released the knotting tension.
"Wesker…" I called out to him, I wanted to see his eyes. He looked down at me, and what I saw in their fiery depths was the one moment that I knew he was mine.