Danger Never Tasted So Sweet

Claire went upstairs, took a shower and found a dress, vivid red that she had owned for years. It was originally supposed to be for her High School Prom, but she got food poisoning the night before so she was too ill to go. A mental note for her to actually read the cooking instructions on products and not just guess. Fortunately she was still the same size as then, so the dress fit perfectly. But she knew it would be dull for Wesker, as it didn't show any cleavage or leg (Chris made sure of that to avoid him having to knock out leering men). How wrong she was. Wesker didn't care if she was in a bin bag, he'd soon rip it off.

Claire knew how to cut the dress safely, seamstress lessons in school had finally payed off. She trimmed up a hem slowly, so it would now show leg up to her thigh. The top she cut so it was a v-neck, but only a bit, to tease. Part of her felt odd doing this, actually trying to look sexy for someone. But she was smitten, she'd fallen so hard that Wesker practically made her dizzy with love. Her body had never reacted to anyone like that before, even with Leon. He made her heart jump and her stomach flutter, and sure, he was good in bed. But Claire knew he would never compare to Wesker. Leon was laid back, whilst Wesker always alert. Leon was fairly quiet and his voice was soft, whilst Wesker's voice commanded, and he was powerful. His voice made her heart pound, her body reach temperatures that if anyone took her temperature, she'd end up in hospital. He made her purr and she never did that unless she was physically attracted to someone.

When the dress was done, she slipped it on, let down her hair, brushed it until it flowed softly and she brushed it over one shoulder. Her lips were painted the deepest red she owned. Then her nails were painted a blood red. She then looked at her reflection in the mirror, she never liked her appearance but she now looked like a porcelain skinned goddess. She called Wesker, instead of just running downstairs. "Wesker" She purred his name, teasing him. "Yes, dearheart?" She put on the deep, sinful voice again, and that almost made his dead heart beat again. "Can you close the curtains for me please? And, I have some candles underneath my coffee table, could you light those please? It'll make me very happy". Wesker despised being asked to do anything but for Claire, he'd do it. He did as she asked and she didn't disappoint. For the first time in years, Wesker was speechless as Claire came down the stairs.

His scarlet angel looked incredible. Ethereal skin, flaming auburn hair and a devilish look in her sapphire eyes. She somehow read his mind, she sent it spiraling. She got to the bottom stair and stroked his cheek. "Thank you". Claire then kissed where she stroked and licked down to his mouth. "Thank you, for everything. I want and need to repay you". She kissed him sweetly. "In" She kissed him again, with a little more force. "Every way I can". She took both his hands and took his sunglasses off with her mouth, and dropped them onto the floor. "I love you". He took control and kissed her, tongue opening her mouth and she willingly accepted it. His hands slipped from her's and onto her small rose red blush cheeks, he took off his gloves and his cold skin sent a delicious shiver down Claire's spine. She put her head against his shoulder as his hands stroked the bit of her back that was exposed. Her skin prickled and she hummed, turning her head so it was down his ear. His descent into her began, all his senses were focused on her.

Her head moved back when he started to kiss and nibble her neck and throat, her breath caught with his touch. Her luscious hair cascaded down her back and Wesker's hand ran through it. She put her head to his and they kissed again, only she placed his hand on her dress zip on her side. He mumbled into her neck. "Are you sure?" Claire growled, "Yes". And that was it, all of Wesker's carefully honed self control had disappeared. He knew he needed her and she needed him with equal veracity. He slowly pulled down the zip and Claire's hand wondered under his jumper. She flinched a little as his icy fingers gliding down to just above her hip. Claire's other hand joined on his chest and she loved what she was feeling. He had perfect musculature, defined abs, six pack that wasn't solid, and as her hands drifted up, he felt them heat up. Claire moved her shoulder to move the dress strap down a little, so Wesker took that off her arm and the other, kissing where he touched. As it slipped down, Claire thought she'd be scared, but Wesker made her feel safe ironically, as opposed to a few months back.

The dress slipped down and past her breasts and slid all the way down, until Wesker caught it and stopped it from slipping past her waist. He wanted to wait to see the rest of his dearheart, though a fraction of his brain wanted to drop the smooth fabric so it hit the floor. He threw off his jacket and Claire took off his jumper. He pressed her against the wall so their bare chests were molding together, her soft sounds were more frequent now and he loved hearing that. She hooked a leg around both of his so her waist was angled on his. He slowly kneaded a breast with his palm on her nipple. He had made her hypersensitive, so any places he touched made her purr quietly down his ear. But he wanted her to purr louder, so he began suck the rising flesh. That made her soft purr become more ferocious, more like a growl. Her hand went onto his lower abdomen and the other on his lower back. She lightly stroked both places and he came back up to look at her. In the candle light, her skin took on a amber glow, her eyes twinkled. If he had a heart, it would be thumping, almost to the point of pain against his chest.

Claire bit her finger and tilted her head and that made him growl at her. Claire feigned shock. "Oh I am so doing that again if it gets that response". She smirked and so did he. That's his Claire. She nodded and he picked her up and put her on the couch. His hand began trailing up smooth, slender leg and to her thigh. The dress was still on her waist but both knew she wanted it taken off now. So he put a hand underneath the fabric and shook his head at her. She had no underwear on. "Oh Claire". She went to reply, but his hand started playing with her, so she sighed and bit her finger again. He threw off the dress and growled again at her. She growled back and he started licking her. She put her head on the arm rest and closed her eyes, he had made her so turned on that as soon as he started the tender strokes of his tongue on her jewel of nerves, she felt like she would orgasm in seconds. She bit her lip and took deep breaths. He toyed with her pleasure, increasing it, then slowing down, but she loved it. A finger played with her rose pink flesh and he felt what he was doing to her. She was slick, and he lapped that up when she moaned loudly and her hips shook.

He came back up and she kissed him with a fervor, a ferocity that made her hand scratch down his chest hard and go onto the zip of his pants. She undid that and her hand was engulfed in black as she slid it against his clothed length. He proffered being stroked harder, and she sensed that, so her palm stroked the base of his length and her fingers stroked up and down firmly. His gruff noises against her ear, and biting her earlobe were spurring her on. She had had enough and put her hand underneath the boxer fabric. Now he growled, and he bit her neck, hard enough to leave a mark but not a lasting mark. She growled back, feeling him turned her on even more, and her other hand slipped between her legs. She rubbed herself and him, and he stopped her rubbing as it became painful. He pulled down his pants and boxers, stepped out of them and his boots and socks and kissed her as he positioned himself between her legs. She moved her hips up and he entered her.

It hurt, a long time of no sexual activities other than her own hand, which she didn't count meant she was very tight. The discomfort didn't stop and he felt that. She began to move against him, and the friction stopped, and she smiled inwardly. Her body adjusted to him. Wesker just had to be big, he couldn't be anything but, it wouldn't have suited him. He stretched her, but instead of it feeling wrong, it felt right, like her body was made to take him. They started to move together, her moans became very loud, and he growled against her. He moved her legs around his waist and she howled. He was so deep now that she almost screamed every time he moved. He shifted the angle of his thrusts and she became breathless. It hurt her lungs as they tried in vain to draw some air into them. "Wes...ker, oh god. You...had...to be...amazing". In reply he growled at her, feeling his own gratifying release was close. He wanted to make her release at the same time. He began to slam against her hips, the clash making the sweat on her brow drip down onto stomach. She pulled him down and pushed back against him. Her inner muscles tightened and they both let go. Their synchronized howls were incredible as their bodies crashed from Heaven back onto Earth together.

Both just lay there, Claire's breathing returned to normal, and she stroked Wesker's now messy hair. "Love you". Claire whispered into his ear. Wesker kissed her sweetly but his hand slid down her stomach again. "I love you too, but dearheart...

...I'm not done yet". Claire smirked and rolled him onto his back.

Neither am I Wesker.