Disclaimer: I do not own RE.
Title: He Says
"How on earth am I supposed to get out of here now?" Claire asked to no one in particular.
It had been a total of five days since she had snapped at Wesker.
She would wake every morning to find fresh breakfast and towels for her daily shower. She would tend to herself and eat breakfast, while reading her books that he had dropped off yesterday.
Shakespeare.
Claire loved his work; she had read a ton of it while in college.
She tapped her bare foot on the ground and twisted her soft hair with her fingers, contemplating on how to get out, if there was any way to do so.
The door to her cell opened and she shielded her eyes from the light that came through.
Wesker stepped in with a tray of food and some fresh clothes.
"Here," he said quietly. "If you need anything… just knock on your door."
"Why are you being so nice, Wesker?" Claire asked, folding her arms across her chest.
He looked at her strangely, cocking his head slightly like a confused dog. "Nice," he asked. "You think I'm being… nice?"
"Well maybe nice isn't the right word… hospitable."
Wesker let loose a bark of laughter. "Well, Dearheart I think that if I'm going to have a guest around I might as well be somewhat homey."
"Guest my ass, Wesker. You're holding me prisoner."
He walked towards her, only inches away. "Right," he murmured. "Well maybe I should treat you with some more respect. You are, after all, my guest." He gloved fingers down her cheek slowly, gripping her chin with his thumb and forefinger. "You know… I almost forgot how beautiful you are, Claire."
She didn't avoid his un-shaded eyes; she stared right into the inferno, burning red and orange. "Beautiful"? She asked him quietly.
He only nodded. He leaned into her, releasing her chin and curling his fingers around the nape of her neck.
Their lips touched and Claire gave a whimper of protest.
Or was it?
She ghosted her fingers down his cheek, feeling the slight stubble there and her legs almost gave out.
He was kissing her.
Her enemy.
Her nightmare.
Her darkness.
Kissing her.
Beautiful… he says. Claire thought to herself.
A/N: AW! KISS! YAY!