She held my hands with hers and unravelled the arms around her back and leant back away slightly. Outstretching my arms, she forcefully rubbed my hands against the inside of her thighs, from her knees up to her waist. Then back down again and over towards the outside. I enjoyed this a lot; her skin was so silky smooth that I should probably consider buying her fewer beauty products this upcoming Christmas. If we got out of the city successfully that is.

Suffice to say, my restraint was failing, and my head slowly reared to her; I was clearly showing signs of excitement from her display, and she wanted to take advantage of that. Someone has to. She let my hands rest on each of her thighs and raised the fragments of her skirt to disclosed her white panties to the humid air. With a provoking smirk, there was a sudden small twinkle in her eyes. There was just enough light in the garage to see the beauty that is my beautiful wife. She'll be a keeper alright.

"We're both alone down here. I think you and me can share a quick moment together. What do you think?"

"I don't have time. Do I?"

"Then let's not waste any more time."

"Cindy, we're in public," I chuckled.

"I'm not hearing a no, Scott, and I'm definitely not hearing one from your body."

She got me there; I was just too easy. Cindy pressed spots on her pussy through her underwear and moaned softly to her work. She slid away her panties from her crotch and exposed it for me. She used the same hand and felt the inside of her lips with only her tips; they were quivering to the open air, her eyes were closing slightly. She was panting with her tongue out like a dog.

I didn't find that very arousing because it was less cute on others, but for Cindy, it worked to her advantage. She was always cute. One swift move she plunged two fingers into the lips of her pussy, entering her soft vaginal walls and feeling the warm juices within herself. She was now moaning and getting wetter between her legs. Pushing her index and middle finger into her smouldering crotch, they slid in easily inside the hot, slimy wetness of her moist slit. Her knuckle saturated itself with her delicious flavour.

"Gaaaaah" she breathed. "Unnnhhhh! Nff, auuuugh! Scotttttt… I can't do this on my own… Nkuuuu!"

"I have to admit; I'm enjoying the show."

"Nnnaaah, aaahhh! Nnn, aaauugh! Ah, aaahHHH!" A small puddle was forming under her. Scott wasn't sure what it was, but it was coming from her. "Nnnaaah, aaahhh! Nnn, aaauugh! H-Here, it feels fantastic right here… You better take me now!"

"Damn, Cindy. Just… wow. I just don't know how to respond to this."

"Looks like I have to make the first move." She rolled her eyes. "Again." She grabbed my tie and pulled me closer to her. I climbed onto the bonnet as she moved back further to fit both of us on. She stretched her back and arms, arms dangling over the edge but we both fitted well. Big enough to sleep on. "Oh, Scotty, I'm so hot," she breathed all giggly."

"Under the dim light, you are." I formed a bridge over her, my hands rested by her shoulders, and the knees were only just under her thighs. She was wide open to receive me, and I didn't know what to do next. Come on, Scott. I know all about Sex Ed. This is easy. I'm a teacher for fuck's sake.

"Your turn… Take off your coat."

"Oh. Righto," I said admittedly unsure. It felt like weeks since I took off my old lab coat. It was fading anyway and threw it over the car's windshield. "So that you know, I'm not totally down with this."

"There's a first time for everything, honey."

I unzipped my grey trousers; I wasn't exactly booming with confidence, I was feeling a tad skittish, public indecency wasn't really my thing. Although, the fact that this could be our last moment alone I just didn't care. Couldn't pass it up. I love her. Cindy unbuttoned her striped blouse and then her white bra seen the light of the mild night and was swiftly undone. Those nipples stiffened on the first contact. Her right hand drifted to her pussy, and her other groped her supple breasts. She moaned wearily.

I almost felt choked up and moved in closer with my cock pressing up close against her thigh. With the arms back over her shoulders, I pressed onwards into her and thought of our first time to entice me. "Oh… goodness..." She jerked with a sudden shiver trailing up her body and groaned loudly.

It was warm. The inside of Cindy's vaginal walls was a welcoming touch of pleasant times we had alone. Days we were alone at J's Bar, though it was frowned upon, the thrill of doing it at the workplace was a pleasure Cindy was guilty of. I didn't think her manager caught on, thank God. She pulled down her white bra and pulled off her lingerie and toyed with her stiff nipples. She flickered them first.

"Your mate is waiting." I thrust into her; she jerked and squealed. "Ooooo, that's what I wanted." She moved her thighs over mine and with a little strength, I scooted her up closer to me. No more leaning over, I pulled her to me and thrust into her again. It felt… invigorating! The thrill was something else. "Nnnhaaaa! So warm."

"I've… never… nnkkhh! You're gripping me tighter than usual..."

I pumped into her – inch after inch after inch. Deeper and deeper into her with every gyration of my hip. My movements were well coordinated and adjusted. For someone of my health… Cindy moaned louder with each stroke. "Fuck yeah! UHNN! UHNN!"

"Every time you bring your hips to me it feels better than the last. A fresh slice of heaven..."

"You're not… even a… religious man," she managed to breathe," that's a lovely compliment..."

"I may not… I may not believe… but it's never too late..." I always felt Cindy was a bit of a believer; I had Zaac to blame for that. No shame in that, just something I never knew. I hate not knowing things...

"Come here," she purred. I leant in for a kiss, a blessed one, one to write home about. A kiss full of euphoria. We kissed and kissed… started to slow down. I withdrew my length from within her and slammed my cock home again and again. "So deep… so… deeeeeeep!" Damn! Was she deprived or something? Hardly trying. I could hear my skin smack against hers with each sizeable stroke and beads of sweat dripped from my chest down to my stomach. My burning wounds down there started acting up, burning up quite badly. The cavities were irritating against the bandages. "Please! I want your... fiery little God … To send me to heaven!" How does one respond to that?

"Okay? You and I… are going to make... some miracles." Bad time to mention I'm about to pass out. "Cindy… we're switching over. My wounds are acting up."

She breathed quickly. "Yeah, sure," she said quickly. We rolled our bodies over the bonnet, closer to the end and now she was on top. My back felt much better being flat out where she was, and now it was time to ease into her rather than fucking her like an imbecile. My cock was still inside her warm slit; the walls inside were moist and ready to resume. My wound was sound asleep, almost numb though that didn't stop me from doing my part. This is all for Cindy's pleasure. Everything was for her and our son.

The cowgirl position served its purpose, only on the account I taken a few bullet to the torso some time ago… Not a favourable position though she loved it. Up and down constantly and soon enough she was bouncing her body on my, bucking away like a minx. The juices and sounds of her pussy stretching over my cock were something I never fully noticed. Was I that hung? Guess I do undermine myself in those important places. Outside every thrust we both breathed, outside every descent, we breathed again, in unison we never missed the beat of our bodies colliding. I felt a timed urge to explode.

"Ah… M-My mind is… going blank… nnh! Ngaaahh… aaahhh!"

"Don't worry about thinking," I breathed. Not like there's any room in there to think. "Just stay in heaven, my love."

"Haa… hhaaiiiee! Ahh… aagghu! What should… I do?"

"Come closer… down to me..." Cindy moved forward down to me, and her hands were over my shoulders. She was tiring down from the foreplay earlier, and I think it was showing, her breath was so hot and constant. I held her ass with each cheek by the handful and kept on going. Her moans outside breathing were more sexualized than before, and I felt like I wasn't the only one about to reach climax. I tickled one of her nipples with the tip of my tongue; it was quite long, that was a quality she craved and moved in unison.

"Keep moving… like that..." she breathed. "We'll break into heaven together! Haa… haaaa...aaagghhhu! You're all the way… all the way inside! Fuck! I can't take it… I'm gonna… Buuuuurrrrsst!"

"Spread your wings and fly."

"I can't… on my… own. Can't… last much… longer. Cum, damn it! Cum for me!" Gotta focus or she'll make me lose it too. Nice guys finish last, and I'm not finished just yet, I'm not that evil… I can't be… Down there she was feeling far too crazy. Her pussy was throbbing. I softly inched her weight back away from me and took hold of her wrists and carried forth. I thrust in and pulled her down; she bounced to keep balanced. A commendable effort. "HAHA! Again! Again!" she howled loudly, nearly at the top of her lungs. Being this close my ears would be shot. They barely tingled. "I'm gonna cooooome! Faster, fasteeeer!" she cheered. Dammit, woman, I'm not a horse!

"Keep… going... until bust..."

"I can't… hold it…"

"One shot... I only have... one shot, woman!"

"Your cock… your divine nectar… Give it to meeeeee! Let it all out inside of meeeeeee!" What? That didn't sound at all healthy… nor wise… So many thoughts were lined up for my brain to wrap around. Such a long list of thoughts, it could take hours to sort, one at the top would be the question of having another child. Would a second child dampen our love? Or another question would be on her ovulating? There was a list of thoughts to sort, but those were on a long waiting line and… and… "HHHIIAAAAAAA!" Aw fuck it, I'm going to hell when I die anyway. Might as well get in good with the Devil.

Hearing her beg for me to climax was enough to spill me over the top, weeks maybe a month of sexual restraint just exploded without my full consent. My body tensed up as I shot everything I had right up inside her. Feeling my cock pulsing inside was also more sensation for her body to indulge on. Cindy glimmered in an orgasmic display of tears and joy. My balls were burning up more than my wounds, I still wasn't done after the first load I emptied into her, there was the second load, and it just dragged on with me tired as an old fuck when it all finished. I was so spent over the limit at this point; I wouldn't mind the deposit and receipt.

"Your body is trembling I can barely move," I breathed heavily, all I could say before something bites me in the ass. "You're gripping me so tight..."

"The warmth… inside me is… coming out..." She wasn't wrong. Something warm was running down my thighs, through my damn trousers. Not sure if it'll stain… Cindy pulled my cock out of her pussy and let it flop. I was so exhausted I could hardly breathe, my arms fell at my sides. Cindy brushed against my shaft with her pussy, grinding it like it was a toy. Her personal toy. I couldn't carry on, so damn tired now.

"My head is spinning," she uttered lightly. "Best lay ever..."

"Oh goodness gracious. I'm knackered." Cindy fell gingerly on Scott and wrapped her arms around his head and kissed him on the lips. Their tongues danced with each other. Like a midsummer night's dream under the moonlight.

Scott grabbed his lab coat off the windshield and covered Cindy and himself from the cold air. He checked his watch; it was only a tick past noon. There was still plenty of time to be had. A rest was in order. A good nap is vital for a smart man like him anyway. Cindy was already asleep, slept on him like a log. "I love you, Scott," she whispered. Couldn't tell if she said that intentionally or within a dream.

Scott raised his right hand in the air and stared at the gold ring on his ring finger. The feeling was mutual. He wondered now and then if everything was worth it. Was he ready for the married life? A new career? Children…? In the end, with the woman of his dreams at his side, nothing could match the feeling of being an independent husband. One she'll love as much as he loves her. Life was good.

Hours later Scott woke. First, they were sleeping against the windshield as opposed to the bonnet. Cindy's bare chest was naked with her admittedly stunning breasts pressing against his left side. His trousers were zipped, his shirt was unbuttoned, and his bandaged wounds have since healed. No more bleeding. Did he dare to check his watch again?

It wasn't too bad, only half three in the afternoon. He shifted his weight ever so softly off the car, hoping not to wake Cindy, or he would get a good scolding for ruining one of her beauty naps. The car jerked once, and she was still in a deep sleep. He sighed and looked at the door he came through, the one to the holding cells. It was a long journey ahead, and Cindy was family. What could be done with such limited time?

There were a notepad and a small pencil in his rear pocket for notes. If he was to leave and get killed by whatever horrors ahead she'd have no way of knowing and waste her time wondering whatever happened to the one she loved. He started writing on a fresh piece of paper past all the notes he wrote over the weeks. Mostly old formulas and schematics, ones that don't mean anything to him anymore since Umbrella sold his humanity for a damned profit. Five minutes of scribbling was all he could spare for now.

"I love you," she murmured, taking a huge whiff of Scott's lab coat. She smiled so hard it could break a face, only she smiles more than the average person. She was accustomed to smiling all the time. He wore that coat for so long it smelt of his essence.

"I know," he said.

Scott reached the door to the holding cells and turned his head over his shoulder. He had a crude smirk; only when he wanted to, he shared that with his nefarious father. He exited the garage and Cindy was none the wiser, sound asleep. The despair that befallen her in just days was the worst thing that happened in her young life. Zombies, monsters and deaths of good people. It wouldn't end. Suddenly, the department's P.A. system came on after a bit of static. The voice as one of the sergeants in the department. A man by the name of Sergeant Marvin Branagh. The sudden announcement woke her up, almost in tears. She was just shaken.

"Listen up everyone!" he announced. "Help is on the way! Get to the front lobby!"

Cindy felt a great chill wafting on her chest and legs; they were bare. She cupped her breasts and scanned around for her bra and blouse, never remembered chucking them away but she did anyway. Her blouse and bra were nowhere to be seen, could both be under the car for all she knew and there was no time to check for certain. All she had was Scott's lab coat and sat on the floor was his handgun. She slid off the bonnet and already knew Scott was gone, and all she had to remember him was the coat over her shoulders. Her high heels were missing too, at least her stockings were intact.

There was a note by the handgun. Two small notes the size of her palm with something written on each side in perfect small handwriting. She put the Browning in an open space of her tattered skirt and flipped through the notes.

To my dearest Cindy.

Time is not on my side, my love. Right now as I write this, there are bad people after Sherry, and those people will only cause pain and misery to our family if I let them triumph. My acts cannot go unforgiven, and I'm afraid if I come to terms with my sins and regrets, I may have to do something to end it all. Though that beautiful moment we shared is the only thing keeping me going and seeing you and our baby son is the only thing that warms this black hole I dare call a heart.

I have gone back underground for Sherry, even if I don't come back at all I will do everything I can to make sure she does. As her guardian, I refuse to see the damage Umbrella caused me and William to be done to her. I promise you that if I survive, I will do everything I can to make up for my criminal acts against humanity and nature. But before that, I will see to it Sherry is free from Umbrella, even if I have to throw myself into the fire.

In light of the grim thoughts, I got word that there is another safe zone near the outside of Raccoon City, just beyond the river that passes through Pitville Park. There is a pier out there, a thousand strong in civilian refugees. Being a high ranking doctor has its advantages, though, you shouldn't worry about me too much, I have a plan to leave the city myself. If I can get Sherry on it, I can die happy. I'll do my best, I promise.

Doctor Scott Wimbleton Wesker.

Cindy shook her head with a sense of conflict and feel of disappointment. So soon? So soon that he was gone and help was knocking outside. Help was on the way, and Scott just stepped out. There was no time to inquire about the little girl Sherry Birkin, now that help just arrived, apparently. What to do? Leave now and have a chance to evacuate the city or stick around and look for Sherry? Both. Even if it meant nothing, every little bit helps ease his mind.

The safe zone wasn't getting any better and if she doesn't leave now, she might never. She put her arms into the sleeves of Scott's coat and took a big whiff. It smelt of either elderberries or old spice. Today was their favourite, Diesel. She wasn't cold anymore, and she fastened the buttons. Running around with her breasts bare would arouse suspicions and other things. She didn't care about her shoes.

A choice was to be made, and Cindy pondered on the thought, the thought that was dumped on her lap suddenly. Her handgun was loaded, and her mind was buzzing with energy, from all that reading she had several thoughts crashing into each other. If transport was legit, she could get to the pier, hell if she had to she'd swim the damned thing. The R.P.D. can drive there instead. She ran. She ran to do a quick scout, for Sherry. The girl, the one her fiancée loved as his own. The department was large with couple levels, but she was always a fast runner. Kevin and the guys can wait an extra minute for her to look around.