Authoress:Happy New year and all that! Here have a chapter :3 I don't like this chapter much, you'll see why.(PSST By the way there is sex, I tried my best once more, do enjoy)

Ikashia: Sadly it's not so simple :/

Chris Coard: :)

Naoki Suki: I'm glad you enjoyed the Christmas chapter, I too want to kick Excella in the spleen xD

XxMyxGuardianxAngelxxX: He's only sweet when it comes to Claire :3

Elevenzombiezz: Now why on EARTH would I be mad? I'm just glad you reviewed :D

Kexy Kewl: I'm glad it gave you a warm and fuzzy feeling!

Pinkalmonds: Silly silly! It was a sweet chapter wasn't it? Excella hears about everything, with her ears being GIANT and all. I never knew dogs loved the snow that much I'll keep that in mind next time Fen is involved.

Xanthia Oliphant: Heart shouldn't be fuzzy. Warm? Yes. Fuzzy? No. xD Glad you liked it!

The Hidden Seeds of Doubt

Claire woke up warm and comfortable. She washed clothes, played with Fen, completed her homework and called Emmy's letting Aneka, the owner, know she was OK. She would return to work tomorrow. She glad the woman was kind and understanding. "You're staying with that man aren't you?" Claire chuckled at her reaction. "H-how did you know?" Aneka scoffed. "Please! How old do you think I am? A blind man could see that that man wasn't just coming in for coffee anymore and that you two would end up dating! Now people are starting to miss you at work, myself included, so when you can come in OK?"

Claire shook her head and smiled. "Rebecca must have told her, and if not then Aneka is very perceptive." She stood and headed for the kitchen, she was going to make a meal for herself and give Fen a treat. She called him. "Fen!" As Claire began to fill a glass with water, Fen charged at her with pent-up energy; knocking her down and causing the glass to splash the water all over her before shattering. She didn't see him charging out of Wesker's study. Fen unaware that he did something bad, continued to pant happily. "Fen!" The puppy instantly began to whine apologetically. "Woof..." Sorry Momma... The white shirt Claire wore was now transparent and she was glad to be covered by the dog, if Wesker were to walk out and see her she would be embarrassed. She tapped the puppy on his side. "No running in the house, silly!" She stood and moved Fen out of the way so he wouldn't step in glass.

Wesker walked out of his study to investigate the loud noise, his foot steps were quiet. " I was wondering why it suddenly became loud." Claire jumped and turned towards him, a hand over her heart. "Don't scare me like that! Make noise when you walk!" Wesker ignored her and looked at the glass on the kitchen floor, he looked at Fen and lastly Claire's wet shirt.

Mostly Claire's wet shirt.

He smirked. "Are you cold dear heart?"* Claire cocked her head and looked at him. "What?" Then she looked down at her chest and blushed before covering them. She grumbled and turned away from him. "I knew I should have put on a bra." She turned her head. "I'll clean it," She walked over to the glass. "Stop." She obeyed but looked at him quizzically. "One, you're about to step in the glass, step to the right." She did so. " Two, you're my guest. I'll clean it." True to his word, Wesker cleaned up the glass all while a wonderful idea formed in his mind.

"Take off your shirt."

"As in change it?"

Wesker chuckled. "No, as in take off you're shirt because I have an idea." Claire blushed lightly and removed the shirt. Claire looked away shyly as Wesker walked over to her. "Good girl." His hand roamed her body before picking her up and placing her on the kitchen counter.

"You're insatiable Albert..." Wesker groaned and ran his over her breasts. Her nipples were no longer reacting to the cold but to Claire's increasing desire. His fingers tweaked them, making Claire squeak cutely. She shifted on the counter with each twist and tug, her hands gripped the edge as she moaned. "Stop that!" Wesker grinned however, he listened and he slowly trailed his tongue from her neck to her breasts. The air cooled the trail but not Claire's temperature. Wesker twirled his tongue around a lone nipple before taking it into his mouth and using his other hand to fondle the other breast. He barely noticed that Claire was running her fingers through his hair. "M-more!"

Wesker pulled away and snickered at her sounds of protest. He took the time to look at her. She was pouting; her brows furrowed in annoyance. Her breathing was ragged and her knuckles were turning white with how hard she was gripping the counter. His smile never wavered as he pushed her back and trailed kisses down her stomach. He became face to face with her panties; he hooked his fingers around them and pulled them down. "Why are you smiling?" Why do you think? He answered mentally, he resumed his kissed under Claire's curious scrutiny. She gasped when she realized what he was going to do. "You're..." His tongue flicked her clit casually. "Mhmm..." Claire gasped and her eyes closed. "That's-" He cut her off with another lick, this time it was a bit more forceful. The rough strokes of his tongue made it nearly impossible for Claire to speak. Her face flushed and her eyes opened and closed languidly from her pleasure. Wesker enjoyed her pants and the squirming of her hips. "That's...disgusting!" Yet you're moaning loudly and biting at your fingers dear heart...

Wesker smiled cruelly and pulled away and waited.

"Why did you stop?" Claire lifted her head and asked breathlessly.

He almost groaned when he looked into her eyes, despite that he mocked her. "I thought it was disgusting dear heart," He drummed his fingers on her inner thigh. Claire groaned and swore. " Fuck you." Wesker licked his lips and unbuckled his belt; he whispered in huskily in Claire's ear. "You will Claire," He slid his hard length into her methodically. Claire huffed and gripped his shirt before practically ripping it off of him. Wesker would've laughed if he wasn't currently occupied. Claire dragged her fingers over his skin, following the twitches his muscles made under them, the increased the lower she went. Wesker growled into her neck, she was unknowingly teasing him causing his thrusts to become rougher and quicker. "Stop that." He commanded, the tone of his voice was sensual, animalistic in a way and slightly strained. Her curiosity was peaked and she disobeyed him. Her fingers continued their assault, slower this time. Wesker growled again in frustration; he grabbed both of her hands with one of his and held them above her head. He slammed his hips into her in warning, the unexpected movement made Claire gasp and squeal. Wesker latched down on her neck ferociously, he let go and began trailing savage bites up to her ear. Claire hissed each time. "Claire..." He warned. "If you don't want to befuckedinto the counter, then I would suggest that you stop that. Now." Claire shivered and wrapped her legs around his waist. Wesker let go of her hands cautiously and watched her, his darkened blue eyes staring into hers.

As soon as her hands were free they went straight for his stomach. She smirked at him and watched his eyes close as he let out a pleasure filled groan. When he opened his eyes again he glared at her. "Fine, dear heart. I don't want to hear you whine about bruises later." He grabbed her wrists with each hand and moved his hips into hers roughly. His lips descended on her just as hard, his tongue tracing her bottom lip. Claire's mouth opened and her own tongue brushed against his own. She wasn't sure how long she would last with Wesker moving like pistons on full power but she was determined to last as long as she could. She moved her hips in tune with his and both expressed their pleasure with the friction. Wesker let go of Claire's wrists positive that finger shaped bruises would form. He moved his hands to her hips and gripped them desperately, pulling her to meet his thrusts more.

Claire wrapped her arms around Wesker's neck; she placed quick kisses there and moaned his name. "Albert!" Sweat stung her eyes as she tightened around him. His name escaped her lips repeatedly while Wesker bit her shoulder to keep a long list of profanities from leaving. He flexed within her and in response Claire said his favorite one. "Fuck!"

The time was spent trying to catch their breath and basking in each others warmth. "So...you're ticklish..." Claire twirled her finger around a lock of Wesker's hair. "No, I am not, I didn't laugh therefore I am not ticklish." Claire hummed. "But you're stomach...so it's and erogenous zone?" Wesker grumbled. "Unfortunately yes." She chuckled. "That's cute you know..." Claire snaked her hands down to his stomach again, Wesker sucked in air at the action causing Claire to swell with pride. "It isn't cute, and dear heart I have to work."

"And?" She never stopped her hands. Wesker snickered. " Oh no, it seems I've created a monster."* Claire smiled slyly. "It seems you have."

Wesker enter the building of Umbrella Corps and he already felt the need to leave and go home. He said "hello" to his receptionist, Ms. Trevor and all his other employees. William and his wife didn't even bother him and when he entered his office he soon discovered why. When he entered his office he saw his father standing at his desk looking. His father's focus was on the lone picture on his desk. A picture of Claire, that she forced him to keep. Having nowhere else to put it, the picture found it's place on his desk. He instantly regretted putting it there. "Had I known you were dating the rather lovely waitress from Emmy's I might have called to tell you that you sure can pick them. However, now that I know that she is also his daughter and her age I feel I must know what the hell you're thinking."

Wesker walked past his father and set his suitcase down next to his desk. "Had I known that you would actually care to know what I thought I might have called you myself. Now, why are you here Alan." Wesker felt a smug smile rising up when he saw his father tense. " I received a call from a rather important investor to the company. This investor brought it to my attention that you were dating someone who could prove to be a liability to the company. They're correct."

"Dare I ask who this investor would be?" Don't you dare say Excella. "Excella Giovanni." Wesker took off his sunglasses and rubbed his eyes wearily. "And so you believe a jealous woman?"

"And so you believe our enemy's daughter?"

"Claire hasn't given me a reason to not believe her Alan. Excella has, ten to twenty times in fact." Alan shook his head. " The girl could be using you for company secrets son." Wesker's hand closed around his sunglasses, nearly crushing them. " Impossible, one because I don't trust anyone with those secrets and two because Claire has shown no interest in the company or her own families. That tends to happen when you desire to be an artist. Also, don't call me son."

Alan frowned deeply. "I see you're still holding onto that hate." Wesker turned away from him. "I see no reason in letting it go. You don't deserve it." Alan sighed. "No, I don't but you do." Alan walked towards the door and opened it. "I hope you know the risks you're taking." The door closed and Wesker returned to his work. He typed furiously, the keyboard protested each time he pressed down on the keys. How dare a man who hasn't even been in his life just show up out of nowhere because of some bitch? Not even truly for him. Wesker stopped typing and rested his head on his keyboard. A large amount of K's showed up on his document in a seemingly endless line. He looked at the picture of Claire. "I want to go home."

*Hehe Wesker made a joke!

*Cough...wouldn't be the first time Wesker.

Even Wesker gets down in the dumps :/ Stupid Excella!