Phew! Here's chapter two. I still have no idea where I'm taking this, but I do like how this is turning out. Though you must forgive me for any remaining mistakes and typos. It's currently 2:52 am here in France and I'm sure my insomnia and I could be forgiven for the time being.

Next is, I'm not really sure whether I should change the rating of my fanfic due to the contents of this very chapter, please do include your suggestion in the reviews if ever you plan on leaving one (yeah why don't you leave one?).

Lastly, here's a bit of help that would be useful through out this entire fanfic: all flash backs will be written in italic, just like in this text. I occasionally use italic to accentuate certain words, but when the entire text is in italic then you're sure that it's a memory/flashback.

"Word" = Dialogues

Word = Thoughts

Hope this was helpful! Enjoy and please do R&R.

Sincerely,

Ina.

Chapter 2 – Slight signs of jealousy

Rating: T

Pairing: AdaxWesker & LeonxAda

Christmas 2008.

"My, my, aren't we impatient Albert?" she said, panting and struggling with his rather quick hands. That night he seemed to be in great need of her attention, but she couldn't deny that the returned attention would be much appreciated. She couldn't even recall how they got in the kitchen, even less on the table. Surely, everything that was in their way either fell or was put out of its place due to the great hunger that they both were keeping deep inside, waiting for the very delicate moment of release, of pleasure and finally, relaxation.

As he heard her cocky question, he couldn't help but smirk back at her for she was obviously the hungriest of both. He could smell every inch of her, every emotion, everything she was feeling or going through and obviously her hormones were being very impolite to her. He never understood how or why he surprisingly got somehow attached to a woman of her kind who barely had any moral grounds. But who was he to say anything about moral grounds? After all he seems to have this habit of releasing viruses and turning people into flesh eating machines. Still, the idea of his having sex with his colleague was quite the experience. "Ah, but Miss Wong an eminent stench of lust is seeping out of you." Wesker replied back slight tugging at her dark hair. Talk about enhanced senses, she thought. Wong hissed sensually at the tug, leaning her head back to further exposed her neck. Every part of her skin was begging for attention, itching and shaking as it searches for the inexplicable pleasure he brought her each time they were entangled on her sheets.

For as long as she's remembered, this is how their relationship has been, based on money, power and sex. The dominated and domineering. Though these words defined them perfectly, the statuses varied from time to time, one would be dominated by the other in certain occasions especially when it came to "making love". Ada has always wondered if there any other reason as to why she's ever stayed this long with such a tyrant; one of them would be due to her position in the Organization but was that simply it? The only question she has an answer to was she did enjoy taking sips from Wesker's coffee mug without his permission; he would always give her that distasteful look she very much sought each time she had the chance to.

Their hands were moving to the rhythm, attempting to rid of whatever there was separating their skin from one another. Both could feel the unbearable tension due to the prolonged wait. Lips entangled, bodies slammed together, limbs entangled, and he made love to her until she screamed his name between sultry moans and childish whimpers. This was the only moment she would ever see a different side of his, the one of a man, an ordinary man who still kept a trait of sincerity and care for another being than himself. And of course, she felt somehow privileged ever since he did claim her as his official bitch. Pejorative or positive, she couldn't really care for, despite his madness and ego, despite his search for ultimate power and balance within this world, he was the only one who could've really kept up with her and her capricious ways. She was provided with what she needed, when she needed and he was the only person who could stand her nasty little humor (his patience of course having its limits).

To both of them, this night was simply a professional way to connect. It was almost part of their job to be fucking each other regularly to maintain their primitive urges in place, not having to go haywire due to the lack of it. And yet, despite their similar thoughts to the idea of pleasing each other physically, there was the installment of a strong connection.

The next morning was quite the struggle, the Asian felt quite lazy to even move out of the warm sheets. But the warm scent of the usual dark coffee he would make would always bring her to her feet. He seemed to know exactly how to make coffee for her; of course she'd like to think it was for her. Wong, get real. It's his coffee. Forcing herself on her feet, she dragged the blanket along with her and attempted to wrap it around her just as she would with a towel after a warm shower.

It was all a habit, he'd come over, they'd spend the night; she'd wakeup to find him in her kitchen making coffee for himself, topless. Then she'd arrived poorly dressed only to watch him spend his silent morning sipping his coffee, unless she'd sip it herself right out of his mug. Though during their recent encounters, she was developing this habit of sitting on his lap which was definitely a dangerous gesture towards someone like Albert Wesker. Oddly he'd come to get used to it, and ignored it with all his might despite the denigrating position it put him. The thought of him, a superior intellectual, a man of power and evolution went through ridiculous scenarios such as his bitch sitting on his lap for morning coffee sips. Unsurprisingly that was what she did; she sat on his lap as he was contemplating the only window of her current apartment. A short sound of irritation escaped Wesker's thinly pursed lips, his usual "Hmph.", addressing the woman's lack of respect and attention for his presence. The blonde man couldn't help but noticed the rather appealing choice of clothing she had on, "How charming." he said while she drank his coffee.

She looked over her bare shoulder and purred "Good morning to you too."

"May I remind you Miss Wong that is it almost 12 pm. I advise you to get properly dressed." stated the expressionless man.

"Albert, don't tell me your hormones are sensitive today?"

Quite the smart-ass indeed, Wong. He told himself while massaging his jaw with his thumb, inspite of losing his temper, he very much preferred to ignore her little game and proceeded to reaching out for his phone which was but a few centimeters away from him on the table.

Ada religiously observed each and every one of his gestures just like a true assassin would when preparing for the attack, directing her vision over the shoulder closest to the small lit screen.

"Ah." her red tinted lips released lightly after having read a very irritating name. Excella Gionne had left a message on his phone. Albert drew a smug smirk on his lifeless face, noticing her concern for the female featured on his device, which greatly amused him.

"If it isn't the woman with the silicone airbags." The vixen remarked with no remorse.

"I sense a very strong for of admiration for Miss Gionne."

"Indeed, Albert."

Before she was able to leave his comfortable lap, the device rang putting up the Tricell CEO's name widely on the screen; not only did this irritate her tremendously, but the fact he'd have to answer would mean she'd have a listen to Gionne's unbearable accent. She looked at Albert and rolled her eyes, sending her arms in the air out of frustration.

The only time Ada Wong had to face Excella was behind Wesker's transmission screen, that large green screen that he adored, oh so very much. Excella portrayed the typical wealthy whore with the most impressive cleavage and the most unattractive rictus according to Wong. The ebony haired woman couldn't stand her accent back then, and hearing Wesker speak with her on the phone was quite unpleasant because she could hear the CEO's voice through the faint speakers.

The conversation was brief and ended formally. The surprise was yet to come.

"We shall be meeting Miss Gionne tonight, my dear Ada. I suggest behaving."

And as a reply, she practically hissed at the aggravating news.