so, let's get started shall we. if you haven't read my first story, pls read it, it's good. it contains adult themes and sexual content. what can i say, the characters in my stories are adults, and adults+sex= fun
so, like you must already know, this is about Rose, once a normal woman of 20, now a genetically inhanced woman as the result of being Wesker's successful experiment and his faithful partner in mostly anything.
for more details, pls read previous story.
thanks alot to all my readers.

Chapter 1-Memories

looking over the open fields, i remembered the first time i had ever set foot on the very front steps that were now within view beneath my balcony. months had passed since then, almost 16 months to be exact. when i took the time to think about how i got here, i always remembered the way i was,before i'd met Wesker, in desgust. i had been weak and well, average.

looking down at my body, i touched the diamond i had around my neck, which i always wore whenever i could. this had become my trademark. always on me, whether around my neck or in my bag somewhere. my hand went down to my stomache,to the slight mark of the scar i had there.

my first battle wound, and i wore it with pride.

i smiled at the thought, it had been my stupid arrogance. i thought those mutants would be an easy kill. but i'm wiser now. other wounds had once marked my body, but my body had become stronger, and now scars faded within days. only this one had been deep enough to remain. only noticable up close, i liked the way it felt under my fingertips.
it gives me character....i thought with a sly smile...and it also gave way for Wesker's feelings to come out.

ah, Wesker. i had spent more than a year by his side. matching his stride on his path to beating White Umbrella. we had come far. i was 21 years old...young and beautiful, thanks to him. stronger than i could have ever been.
the sun was getting hotter, and since Wesker was down in the labs, i decided to go by the newly finsihed pool and get some sun. i may be serious on my missions, but here....i could be my silly old self, i WAS only 21 anyway. and come to think of it...Wesker had never said how old he was. i thought along the lines of 40-something. but oh, his body did not show.
anyway,gotta get some sun. the last few days on that piece of ice near the Antartica had almost given me frost-bite.

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Wesker's P.O.V

setting her towel on the deck-chair, she stretched out.
some of the younger staff in charge of the gardens and the pool area stared. i couldn't stop myself either. how much i had changed with her by my side. the on-going competition with other pharmacutical companies had become a mere pass-time. i had a new obsession. and Rose was not complaining. i gave her whatever she asked for. and what i liked most about her was that she didn't ask for much.
she was a gun-blazing, zombie-killing and target-reaching junkie. she had loved the fact that all of the games about Resident Evil had been so spot on to what was really happening beneath the reality everyone else lived. so every once in a while, she went on a few missions. and i admit, it had brought me back to what had attrackted me in the first place to all of this. which was that feeling you get when you outsmart everyone else and get a sample of a virus which you hadn't put the time to evolve.

and oh, she loved being bad almost as much as me.

she was not into being the hero. eventhough she usually became one in the process.

her last mission came to mind. it was a retreaval mission. all i needed were some eveluation papers from White Umbrella's head office in Paris. but on her scouting trip, she had rescued a 6 year-old from the basement facility of said corporation. the girl had been a french girl of unknown importance. Rose had the idea that she was about to be tested for the newly Las Plagas evolution. she had seen various specimans in the basement facility.

she took off her robe, getting my mind back to her, revealing slightly toned abs, long silky legs and strong arms. she put on her black sun-hat and sat down on the deck-chair. she started lotioning her lightly tanned skin and every man within a two mile radius sighed.
she was wearing a white bikini. the top had several straps, some just for fashion puposes. the bottom was very small, showing off her tight high ass. then our eyes met and she smiled.
she got up and gave her back to me. i could see her put some lotion on her hands and start rubbing it on her tighs, still with her back to me. then she bent down to her toes. her butt up high, giving the best view of all. i felt my pants get bigger.

such a tease..

with her ass still in the air, she looked back at me with a smirk on her face. then she straightened up and dove into the pool. snapping me out of my daze, i saw my staff still entranced and i coughed from behind the glass door of my office, and they all went back to their appointed tasks.

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Rose's P.O.V

it was good to be back.

i had to tell Wesker that i was going to take some time off from all this running around. maybe a week. i haden't had a proper fuck from him in 14 days too. and i was getting hot...maybe i should interrupt him sometime today.

looking at myself in the mirror, i liked what i saw. golden hair down past my shoulders, down to the middle of my back with straight bangs to my eyebrows. the necklace firmly in its place. my eyes went lower. clad only in my underwear. a pair of black panties and a bra to match. both of which had straps of blue lace in an intricate design. i put on the sexiest pair of black high heels with bright blue straps in the front and a black satin robe which went down just enough to cover my ass.

i left my room and made my way to Wesker's office. knowing full well that he was there, as always.

i marched the empty halls, my robe barely closed.

i didn't mind, everyone was used to my way of dressing.

besides, everyone also knew that i was sleeping with the boss.

i opened the door. the office lights dimmed down as always. Wesker was at his table, sitting in his high-backed chair on the phone. he stopped talking when he looked up at me from behind his dark-tinted sunglasses. he hung up the phone without another word and took his glasses off, while signalling me to come closer. just the sight of him made me wet. i swayed my hips for him. letting the robe open up to reveal my lack of clothing. i made a detour to the sound system he had on the wall and found my favourite playlist and put my currently favourite song. Give it to me right by Melanie Fiona. the music blarred a permanent truth about us and i put it on repeat. i loved this song.

i walked over to my waiting lover.

he touched my neck, the necklace, then snaking his hands to my chest. not touching my breasts, he pulled at the open robe and it fell to the ground.