AN: The first one is for lioness78. She'll understand, I hope.

Rebecca awoke to a familiar yet strange sensation. She blinked open her eyes to find Wesker sitting at the foot of her bed. Confusion clouded her face as she started to sit up. He motioned fer to stay still as he slowly pulled the covers toward himself to expose her body clad only in a shear silk nightgown. Rebecca felt more confused, but something else was running through her veins as he placed her right leg in his lap. When he pulled a small feather from his shirt pocket, her breathing hitched as her heart sped up. Her eyes were locked on his hand and the feather, which he began lightly running across her leg. The tickling sensation was so light it was erotic. She felt herself grow warmer as though the room was on fire.

Wesker slowly ran the feather down to her foot. She was too mesmerized and hot to do anything. He swirled the feather under her arch and then started upward again. At the edge of her gown, he slid the feather under and tickled her thigh. Her breathing grew faster. He took the feather and tickled her body through the thin fabric as he neared her breast. Her nipples hardened in anticipation. He ran the feather over them before moving on, still teasing her flesh and mind. He ran the feather along her neck and then down her arm.

By this time, he was over her, between her legs. She could feel the heat of his body, his breath caress her skin. Then, his lips met the skin of her neck and she lost all thought. As his tongue lapped at her skin, she felt herself grow wet in need. She had never felt so needy or wanted, and she knew she was wanted. She could feel him against her, feel his body's reaction to her though she just lay there. Again, her thoughts were lost as his mouth claimed hers. The world was gone. All that existed was the man above her, and she could think of nothing more she would ever need or want.

His mouth began to make a trail down her neck again. She ran her hands down his back pushing him to her. She needed to feel more of him. He complied as he slipped the straps of her gown down her arms, his lips and tongue following his movements. Soon, her arms were free and so were her breasts. He leaned back slightly. Feather still in hand, he ran it over the newly exposed flesh. Rebecca whimpered. He smirked before moving to pull the gown off completely. Then, he ran the feather around her breasts, between them, over them. Rebecca continued to whimper and wriggle, even more so when the feather moved toward her naval. But, when it continued lower, she just about screamed. The teasing was torture, pure torture of the flesh.

'Jump on him. Have your way with him!' Athena's words came to her. With a frustrated growl, Rebecca used a surge of strength and flipped them over. Wesker looked startled but not upset with the turn of events. Rebecca quickly began divesting him of his clothing. She had to feel, taste the skin hidden within. Nothing could stop her. She ran her tongue over his chest, nibbling and sucking at his nipples as her hands slipped to tease the band of his pants. He arched into her. She grinned and made her way up to his neck, where she latched on. He was hers now. No one could change that fact. Her mouth claimed his. Her body moved to straddle his abdomen. He could feel her heat and moisture. She wanted him, needed him. They had played enough.

Wesker flipped them over again. His fingers found the source of moisture and slid inside. Rebecca bucked and whimpered. She wanted more. She wanted to be full. He pulled his fingers out, receiving a growl from the woman below him. He kissed her soundly, passionately as he worked out of his pants. His mouth was still on hers as he guided himself part way inside her. He pulled his head back to meet her eyes. She looked back with trust and love. He kissed her again then with one thrust pushed himself inside her completely. She cried out but was soon lost in the sensations she felt. He pulled her up so they were both sort of kneeling on the bed.

The emotions and sensations soon had them near their end. Wesker knew he was close but wanted her orgasm to bring him over. So, he found the feather and ran it up her spine. She lost control and spiraled into the abyss of pleasure. He followed right behind her as she clinched around him. His shout was the last thing she heard before…

Rebecca sat up in bed so quickly she had to steady herself. Damn, Athena! The woman had told her to have 'Pleasant, sweet, wet dreams!'. Why did she have to go and listen when she could not get up to take a cold shower?

Wesker had suffered a very long day. He wanted nothing more than to relax and maybe get some sleep. He wanted the world to disappear and forget he existed if only for a short while. He sat down on the edge of his bed and began to unlace his boots. He felt hands on his back sliding up to his shoulders. They kneaded at his stiff, tired muscles. He relaxed against the body behind. The hands moved to his shirt, slowly undoing the buttons as a mouth descended onto his neck. He removed his sunglasses and kicked his boots off. He smiled as the body moved so he could lay back. Rebecca straddled him, shoving his shirt off to join his boots.

She, to his delight, wore nothing but a smile. She leaned on him and met his lips. Her breasts rubbed against his chest making both of them moan. He rolled them over moving his lips and tongue down her body. Her scent was propelling him south. He had to see if she tasted as good as she smelled. He paused at her naval and examined her hips. She mewled as he took his time. Then, she bucked violently as his tongue swirled around her bud of nerves. As he went lower, entering her with the small, flexible muscle, she moaned and mewled more. He lapped at her, not being able to get enough of her taste, scent. She shivered as he continued to attack her with his tongue. A moment later, she called out as her body released. He drank of her a few minutes longer before sliding up her body to meet her mouth.

She wound her arms around his neck and rubbed against him. "I want you…" Her words were music to his ears. He quickly undid his pants and kicked them aside. Her hands found his erection and palmed it, to his pleasure. He stood with his head threw back as she worked the juices dripping from him over his flesh. Then, she pulled him down and rolled so he was on his back. She straddled him again, lowering herself onto him. He groaned as her heat slid over him and swallowed him whole. He felt as though he could pass out.

When she started to ride him, his hands found their way to her breasts. He tweaked her nipples. She moaned and angled her hips. She rode harder, faster. Her breath came in short ragged gasps. His breathing was better but not much, considering how much more stamina he had. Seeing her above him, riding him is such a way was more than he could take. When she yelled out and clinched around him, he lost himself. He erupted inside of her. He blacked out from his release. When he opened his eyes again…

Wesker groaned and rubbed at his face. Great. Now I need yet another cold shower. This has got to be resolved. Soon.

Chris could feel the fear wearing off. He had nearly lost her. He was not sure why she seemed to matter so much suddenly. Maybe she had for some time and he had not truly noticed. After getting her to Wesker's house, he carried her inside and placed her on the couch. She was alive but her world was falling apart. He brushed back her hair and looked into her teary eyes. She smiled softly. "Would you… I mean…"

"What?" Chris asked her.

"Will you hold me? Please?" She looked away.

He smiled and never hesitated in gathering her to him. He held her tight, close. She breathed in his scent and relaxed. He started rubbing his hands on her back. She moaned and tried to get closer.

"Chris?"

"Yeah?"

"I…"

"What?" He moved her face so he could see her. She never answered. Her lips met his in a soft, caressing kiss. He was shocked at first but soon kissed back. She finally pulled back and met his eyes. He stared back. "Oh."

"You don't mind?"

"No." He pulled her mouth to his again. Their lips and tongues fought lazily. He wanted her, more than anything. However, he also knew the time was not right. He pulled away and kissed her nose. "Rest." She looked to argue. "You need it." Finally, she nodded and placed her head on his chest.

"I'll have you later then," she slurred as she slipped into slumber. He was taken aback by her comment but soon found himself asleep as well. When he awoke…

Chris shook his head and made for the bathroom. "Where in the hell did that come from?" He started the shower. The dream had not been lustful but he felt horny none the less. How am I ever going to face her now?