He growled softly in her ear. "Not here."

Wesker lifted her up easily in his arms and walked along the dark corridor to find themselves in front of his room. He pushed the door open with his boot. As he approached the bed, she slid seductively off of him, landing on the mattress.

Making love with Wesker was nothing short of perilous. Deep down, Ada wasn't foolish to think otherwise. Yet, as she had traced her tongue down the hard planes of his chest, her mind divorced herself from her emotions.

It wasn't about falling in love, or anything to do with flowers and chocolates. Those same words were said to Dr.O'Neil; the echo warning of Wesker's involvement with anyone, especially one who is dear to them.

She didn't really have a past – she was who she was: Ada Wong, an international spy and skilled assassin. Trained early to retrieve an important sample from the love struck Researcher named John. She didn't love John. She didn't think she loved anyone. And the feelings she felt for Leon…..it was deep affection, it was different and more innocent and alive than anything she's ever known. For so long she thought it may have been love. She wasn't so sure now.

But here, right this moment as she descended on the man beneath her – listening to his low groans, his heavy short pants, mixed with hers, she could only feel what her body wanted.

Wesker had the ability to fuck with her moods.

He pulled her down with his hands around the small of her waist. Wesker was rough but he was surprisingly soft at times. The sound of their fucking was intense and so much so that she was filled with sweat. His hands kneaded her soft firm breasts, only to find them replaced with his mouth – she gasped from the hot contact.

As her arms wound around his blond head, she wanted him closer to her, as if she couldn't get enough. With the heat of his tongue gliding all over her body, she did the unthinkable. She pulled out. He grunted in disappointment.

Reaching down, Ada's expert hands sheathed his hard length. "I want to taste you……"

She couldn't see his expression in the semi-darkness, but she knew he was willing to do anything she may desire. If she was a more devious woman she would have used this opportunity to get back at him, but she wasn't. In all honestly, the need and want to make Wesker feel happy was her focal point. She had wanted him to be sad, angry, frustrated, thwarted, betrayed, and all those things she had already done to him….but now, she wanted him to feel that she possessed the power to make him feel bliss.

In the aftermath, they lay there; their bodies didn't touch……the hushed sounds of steady breathing still harsh from their recently intensified fuck.

Ada spoke.

"Do you hate me, Wesker?"

"Mmmmm?"

His mumble in the semi-darkness got lost as he shifted, the sheets rustled in the silence.

"You obviously find me somewhat appealing." She tried again.

"You do have your uses."

She closed her eyes and a smile broke out on her face. Her body felt flushed, hot and fulfilled. She would have countered something snarky to him for that remark, but bit her tongue.

Languidly, she shuffled a little, rolled her head over to breathe the scent on the pillows. The smell of a predatory cat: feral, dangerous and musky. He reminded her of a beautiful tiger, or a cougar – one of the rare breeds.

"Why am I not surprised?" she finally said.

"I'm not a dim-witted fool in these matters, Ada. I know you care for Leon. I've known for years. Only a daft man with blind love for his woman would so think that you'd change your feelings."

Now she was really surprised. She turned her head; her eyes had already adjusted to the shadows.

He continued. " Leon is nothing like me. He's a pawn in a world that believes in heroes and white knights."

"He's good. And if the world needs more of them, then so be it."

His laughter was dark as his soul. "The government is using his skills right now, my butterfly. Leon is nothing more than an expendable agent who happens to have access to the Raccoon city incident."

Pushing herself up, the soft thin sheet slid off, revealing her body. She could swear that he could see in the dark. It was never said what powers he had behind those cat-eyes, but she knew better.

"Wesker, they wouldn't have sent just anyone to save the President's daughter."

"Really? They knew about you and me, and everything else. The government has access to many things. His mission would have failed if you hadn't interfered, that's for sure."

She wanted to change the subject. "What of Krauser?"

"What of him?"

"Where is he taking Dr.O'Neil?"

"Dr.O"Neil is an old friend of mine. One could say he was like a father figure. Daft old man kept throwing his daughter at me."

She waited to listen for more.

He reached for her. "I was beginning to worry." The tone of his voice softened, "Dr.O"Neil is unstable. I found that the small outbreak there wasn't what I was expecting. Having Krauser on the scene only could make it worse or better. I didn't have any qualms about you nor him receiving that infection."

"We weren't there long enough."

"You're to return later."

"So you just brought me here to have sex?"

He chuckled. "Don't presume that I 'need' this from you, Ada. I enjoy what we have physically, and I enjoy everything about you, despite your betrayal."

"Like two peas in a pod." She replied with cynicism.

Wesker ran his hand along the curve of her body.

"That's it, Ada, we never fall in love. Rule number one in our line of business……."

But he was ignoring the obvious point.

"I have to go."

She started to get up.

He reached for her again, this time, his arms wound around her waist from behind. "Will you betray me again, Ada?"

This startled her. It was the most intimate question she had ever felt coming from him.

John, her former boyfriend died because of her. Or so she thought. At first, guilt seeped into her mind, but she knew better. John was a researcher working for a company against her own agenda. Pretending to love John was one thing, but she would not carry anyone's guilt, or feel regret when it came to Umbrella and the Organization. She didn't deserve Leon's love. She felt that after her past, her line of work and the way she pursued her ambition, love was something she didn't deserve. What she needed was Wesker. He wouldn't love her back, yet to her satisfaction, she found that he needed her and for whatever reasons, they're there to stay.

"Why do you put your trust in me?" She could hear her voice catch.

"You're my commodity." He had planted his lips alongside the column of her neck. She moaned as his hands reached up to cup her breasts.

If there's one thing she knew about Wesker, it was that he was honest with what he thought of people.

She could stand his fury, but she couldn't stand this….it melted her. Being a trained assassin and international spy should have made her hard edged. This is one reason why he wanted her.

"Please…."

"Please what…?" He whispered harshly, "Please fuck me? Is that what you want?"

Wesker didn't often curse, it was inelegant, but it turned her on in this setting…..

"No…" she gasped, his hard length pressed against the curve of her back. He was ready to go again.

His silky drawl felt like satin along her sensitive skin. "If you betray me again……I can't promise you that I'll be as forgiving as the last time."

There was a sense of urgency in his voice.

Even as she was sent down among the sheets, his body atop hers, parting her long legs, she could only reflect that she can't promise she won't betray him again.

She had an objective...her future depended on it.