Thanks to Weskers-Scariest-Fan and TheBrokenWolf for their nice reviews :) I changed a few things in chapter 1 and 2, I felt some stuffs was too stupid or too sappy.
Warning : The story is slowly getting sappier ;o
Four months ago
Wesker was sitting in his living room, taking care of his usual Umbrella "business". Once again his mind was meandering from his work, obsessing over a certain woman. He was starting to feel uneasy and uncomfortable about how much space she was taking in his mind… He was slowly losing focus of his goals… The nights he was not with her, she came to his mind, naked, moaning under him, calling his name… His first name… On normal occasions, he was Wesker, but during their intercourse, she would now constantly call him Albert. He never got involved enough with a woman before for her to call him by his first name. He had several women in his bed, but never really had any ties.
He hated seeing Chris around her, he hated seeing them getting close after the work hours. She was his, and no one else's… Only he should be able to touch her naked body, only he should be able to hear her soft moans, only his name should be ever called when she climaxed…
"Fucking woman…", he swore out loud, something that rarely ever happened…
He just could not focus on his work… He could not stand it anymore, so he left for her apartment.
Jill sighed, her love relationships, as she had several of them, were increasing in complexity, especially the one involving Wesker… He was taking an undesired place in her life, in her mind… Undesired as she was scared of letting him get to her. He was the kind of man she could lose completely her mind for. She was slowly getting sunk in a territory she did not want to enter with him. The way she acted in his company, the way his affection made her feel, it terrified her. She wanted to spare herself from getting hurt…
That's why the relationship with Chris came in so handy. Of course, she did not want to hurt Chris, she did not deserve him, but as much as she had troubles admitting it, he was also a back door to her… Something was suspicious about Wesker, but she could not say what… She did not fully trust him. His jealousy was unhealthy, she knew too well this kind of man. Sometimes she suffocated with him, he was too demanding, it was as if all her attention had to go to him… Truthfully though, it was rather this way. Even when she was with Chris, Wesker came to her mind… She wondered why, he barely ever opened himself up, she knew almost nothing of the man she had an affair with…
That's why she stayed with Chris, even if Wesker tried to talk her into leaving him several times. With Chris, everything was simple, it reassured her. If anything went awry with Wesker, she would still have Chris to hang to…
But the sex was so passionate with Wesker… It came with a lot of problems, but the relationship still satisfied her, even if she did not really love him. He would be so different in the bed than at other times. He was rough, dominant but so soft in same time, always in touch with what she wanted. Sometimes, after love, they would lay for hours, her naked body against his, silent. She always wondered what he was thinking about in these moments. She had tried to make him talk a few times, but he barely shared anything, he was too reserved…
A knock was suddenly heard at the door, she hoped it was him…
She was under him, calling his name, asking for more.
The second she had opened the door, he jumped on her, his hands groping firmly her skin, his tongue quickly searching for hers. He had sighed in her mouth, looking as if he had held his breath for hours until his lips came in contact with hers. She whimpered softly, appreciating his indelicate ministrations. He had found the way to her bedroom expeditiously, removing her clothes roughly, almost ripping them off.
Here he was now, administrating to her his desire bluntly, urging to make her his. She moaned his name, dipped her nails in his back, leaving several red marks. It persuaded him to go faster, harder. He plunged his lips into hers, his tongue desperate to find hers, brusquely massaging it, his groans tickling her throat. He broke the kiss, their eyes met. God that she was sexy, under him, her face in pure delight. She softly buried her face in his neck, but he roughly pulled her back on the bed.
"No, I want to look at you.", he said, panting.
So sexy… So beautiful… So desirable… At that very moment, his mouth opened, formed words that escaped his consciousness.
"I love you.", he let out.
He came quickly after saying it, repeating it, losing complete control of himself.
"I love you…", he grunted desperate, holding her tighter to him.
Her face showed complete surprise, but her arms hugged him tighter, almost as a reflex.
He collapsed abruptly on top of her, finally realizing what he had just said. He pulled quickly out of her and slid his legs over the side of the bed. She had no idea what to say or how to react. Of anything he could have said to her, it was the last thing she expected. He rubbed his temples, bewildered at what to do now.
"I should get going.", he said emotionless.
She softly put her hand on his arm, coming closer to him. His sight was evasive, he just could not bring himself to look at her at this time. He stood up, searching for his clothes. She stayed still, fairly hurt by his reaction. She did not think loving her could be such a shame… He dressed quickly, then left her apartment, not even greeting her or taking a sight at her.