A/N: Hi-yo. Seems my idea to add in those lines worked. I hope this works for everyone. I wanted to make sure that the transition from one point of view to another is understandable and not hazy at all. Let me know if it is still not showing up and stuff. Thanks for reading and reviewing.

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Sherry held her breath. Wesker was on top of her. This was something she always wanted. Why was she so scared? She could see herself in his sunglasses. Her face looked excited and terrified all at once. Wesker wrapped his arm under her waist and moved her further onto the bed. He reached up and gently touched her face. She hadn't realized that she was shaking until he touched her. His touch calmed her. Something about him seemed different. He wasn't harsh or demanding. His movements were slow but precise.

His hand traveled down over her stomach and stopped at the waist of her pants. She took a deep breath. Part of her was yelling for her to stop this, the other part was screaming at her to go along with him. She placed her hands on her head and tried to calm down. At least he wasn't the monster he had been the last time they were in this situation. He was lowering her light pants down when she finally gathered her composure. She reached up and grabbed his sunglasses. His eyes weren't the glowing red she was used to. They were a dull, almost glazed red. That had to be a good sign.

He smirked down at her. His eyes locked with hers before he completely removed her bottoms. She gasped as he rose back up level with her as his legs rubbed against her bare ones. Wesker smirked wider as he ran his hand along her left leg. It wasn't really anything sexual but it caused a reaction in her none the less. His face was lowering down to hers, when their lips met her instincts kicked in. she grasped the sides of his head and held him to her. It seemed to cause a new reaction in him. He grabbed the back o her neck and lifted her. With very little maneuvering, he lifted her onto his lap. Sherry felt his grip getting tighter but it didn't bother her. For the first time she felt the strength. The tighter he held her, the tighter she held him. He smiled.

"Finally." he breathed.

She smiled back.

"Seems I just need the right…situation…" she answered.

He recaptured her mouth with his own. She reached down and pulled on the zipper of his pants. He leaned back slightly to give her better access.

"How tight your pants are Mr. Wesker." she commented.

He laughed but otherwise didn't answer her.

Once she undid his pants she held her breath. He grabbed her hand and wrapped it around his exposed member. She gasped but didn't fight him.

"It's not such a big deal." she said before laying her back down on the bed. Once she was lying down, he placed his hand over her mouth. She wasn't sure what to think.

"Trust me, no amount of genetic manipulation is going to make this any better." he said.

Sherry's eyes widened as she tried to remove his hand. She could now feel him between her legs.

"Deep breath." he said.

Then he thrust into her.

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Chris was down in the lobby, about to pass through the front door when a thought he heard a scream. Several other people looked around as well. It wasn't very loud, almost muffled. He looked up. The center of the hotel was hollow, as each floor had a view of the lobby. The possible scream made him uneasy. Should he go back up and check on Sherry? He debated with himself for a few moments but his mind was made up when he heard an even quieter scream. People around him here talking and pointing up. He looked up but saw nothing. So he ran back to the elevator. It seemed to crawl. He watched as each floor passed by. When it finally stopped he ran out and down the hall to her room. The door was locked so he knocked several times. There was no answer. He knocked again. Still no answer. Then he heard a muffled scream from the other side of the door and what sounded like a male voice. That was it.

Chris threw his shoulder against the door. It made a small cracking sound but didn't budge. He reared back and hit it again. This time he felt a little give. He was about to go at it a third time when he heard a voice. It sounded like Sherry. He paused. Was she saying his name? He pressed his ear to the door.

"Chris?" she said.

"Sherry!" he yelled.

"Chris I though you were leaving." she said.

He thought she sounded upset.

"I heard you scream!"

There was a pause.

"I slipped in the damn bathtub. I'm fine."

He didn't believe her.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

He heard some movement, then the sound of the door unlocking. She cracked it and peered out at him. She had a sheet wrapped around her small form.

"I'm fine Chris. You can go home, really." she said.

Her eyes were puffy. It was obvious she was crying. The hand that he could see was shaking.

"Sherry…" he dropped his voice to a whisper, "just tell me what's going on."

Sherry shook her head.

"You're paranoid." she tried to laugh.

He couldn't see into the room behind her.

"Nod if everything is really okay." he whispered.

She nodded.

"Okay, sorry I bothered you." he said before turning.

"Thanks for coming to make sure I was okay, Chris." she said.

He smiled and headed back towards the elevator.

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The second he entered her, she arched her back and screamed. He was glad he had thought to cover her mouth. The scream was still loud though. He began a steady rhythm against her. Tears ran down her face as he released her mouth. He lowered down and placed his lips at her ear.

"It's always worse before it gets better." he said.

He thrust slightly harder and barely managed to cover her mouth as she screamed again. Cursing, he slowed his pace and looked down at the girl. Removing his hand, he covered her mouth with his own. He couldn't drag this out. Her body would need to heal after receiving him. When she started to actually cry he stopped. She looked up at him. For a few minutes he was unable to move. He could feel his eyes fading back to blue. Then they both turned as they heard someone banging on the door. Wesker gently removed himself from her. She cried out but not at loud as before.

"Send him away." Wesker said as he climbed off the bed.

Sherry nodded and slowly made her way out of the room.

Wesker watched Sherry shut the door. She turned to look at him. She looked terrible. Her eyes were red and her cheeks held tear stains on them. Her hair was a mess and all she wore was a sheet. Raising his sunglasses, he covered his eyes again. He thought Sherry was going back to the bedroom but instead she merely dropped to the ground right in front of the door and began crying. He had expected this reaction. She covered her face with her hands. He sighed and stood up. She looked up as he approached her. He wrapped his arms underneath her small form and picked her up.

"I'm allowing you 24 hours to get over this." he said as he carried her to the bedroom.

She didn't say anything.

"Do whatever you want so long as you are in perfect condition when I enter this room tomorrow."

He sat her down on the bed and turned to leave. As soon as the door shut he could hear her crying again. Hopefully she would get over all this nonsense and be useful to him again.