Waking up was hard and even though I was still exhausted, I couldn't seem to fall back asleep. Checking my watch had me groaning in objection. It'd only been three and a half hours since I last checked the time. So I was only out for maybe two hours. Why couldn't I sleep? Maybe I really should see if Jill could bring me a sleeping aid because I really needed to get some rest.
As usual I worked out and showered before coming out of my room. I unlocked Wesker's cell though I didn't open the door before making coffee this morning. I made sure to leave some for him this time but I didn't go as far as to pour him a cup, he could do that himself if he wanted any. I rummaged around in the fridge for something to eat when a thought occurred. Wesker made me food yesterday because… I refused to even entertain the idea that he was worried, maybe he was simply playing a helpful role to better suit our truce. Would he do it again? I decided to test it so I didn't get anything to eat. Instead I retrieved last night's letter and sat on the couch to wait for Wesker to come out of his cell.
He didn't keep me waiting long, I was about half finished with my coffee when he opened his door and walked out. He went straight to the kitchen and got some coffee. If he knew I purposely left him some, he didn't acknowledge it which was fine because I didn't want him to. I just wanted to stop feeling like an asshole. Once he had his coffee, he sat with me on the couch though he didn't have a book or anything. Was he just going to sit there and do nothing? I guess I couldn't really say anything about that since that's exactly what I've been doing.
"What do you think of the letters thus far?" he struck up a conversation which I appreciated so I wouldn't have to. Maybe I was starting to get a bit lonely, but- no, I wouldn't say that I was enjoying his company.
"They're alright, I guess." I shrugged. "But I think you need to work on your storytelling."
"What do you mean by that?" he raised a brow, seeming slightly offended.
"The way you write, I feel like I'm reading an incident report." I wasn't really sure how to say what I wanted to get across. "Even things I remember, makes it seem a little empty."
"Hm." he hummed in thought. "I didn't take you for a critic."
"You asked." I shrugged again before taking another drink of my coffee. "I remembered that bet ending a little differently by the way."
"Oh?" he raised an interested brow at me. "How do you remember it ending?"
"With you throwing a fit." I stated calmly and watched his expression go from inquisitive to sour in an instant.
"I did no such thing." he said as he put his coffee down. He was clearly upset but more embarrassed than mad and I knew why. Being the type of person he is, I'm sure he hated every second of it but really, it wasn't that bad- he even said so himself. It wasn't often- scratch that, it was never that I got to mess with him rather than the other way around so this was almost fun. If he didn't have such a sick sense of humor, maybe we could have pulled some pranks together like me and the others used to.
"You were pissed and huffing and puffing about it all day during your punishment." I went as far as to tease him. He glared at him but his eyes didn't glow so I'm not sure how mad he actually was. "Oh come on, it wasn't that bad." I almost nudged him playfully but stopped myself. He sighed and looked away from me as he crossed his arms.
"No, it wasn't. I was expecting far worse." he stated and I chuckled, thinking back on some of the things Joseph had suggested to me. I shook my head at the fond memories and when I turned back to Wesker, he was staring at me. I was about to question it when he spoke. "I didn't think you'd relax this quickly." he stated in amusement and my smile fell as I looked at him in annoyance.
"Don't point it out or you'll ruin it." I grumbled and he held up a hand in a pacifying manner.
"Wouldn't want that." he commented quietly and at first I registered it as sarcasm but it wasn't. I waited a moment to see if he was going to try turning it around on me but he didn't. His eyes wandered around the room a bit as if looking for a distraction and I just watched the way they moved. It was still so weird for me to see his eyes like this or for this long. For as long as I've known this man he's had a pair of sunglasses glued to his face. But this is the fourth day in a row that he hasn't been allowed his usual accessory and I got to freely see his inhuman eyes. I never was afraid of his eyes like many were- I was surprised when I first saw them, sure. It was unexpected and that's when I learned my ex captain, a man I used to look up to, was no longer human. As monstrous as they are, I always thought they somehow suited him, probably because I viewed him as a monster after what he did to us and it was gratifying that he had some physical mark of what he became. Even so, they were almost alluring in a way when they weren't in the skull of a pissed off beast threatening my life. "I would say something about taking a picture, however I'm sure there's plenty of security footage." Wesker's voice snapped me out of my staring and- shit how long had he been looking at me?
"Shut up." I growled as I turned my head away.
"I don't mean to offend." I heard him shift and peeked back over to see he had turned his body to fully face me. "Stare all you like, that is the reason I'm not permitted to have my sunglasses, is it not?" my eyes narrowed at him but I was looking again.
"No." I shot back. "You don't need sunglasses in prison."
"Chris you know I didn't need them most places I went." he replied with a smirk. I sighed as I remembered when I found the courage to question his shades and was surprised he actually answered me. That was the day… it was the first time I saw his eyes. It shouldn't have been a big deal but it was to me. It was actually supposed to be a part of his punishment but after he told me, I didn't force him not to wear them. Now that I was thinking back on his human eyes… I actually missed them, I was always entranced by how beautiful they were. They were such a pale blue you would mistake them for being gray if you didn't look close enough. They were cold as was the man they belonged to which chilled me when I first saw them but they were so expressive, a quality they still possess though I tended only to see hatred in them now. But these past days, he hasn't looked at me with the same venom he usually did. What changed? I didn't want to look at his inhuman eyes anymore, they were bringing up more bad memories.
"Then why did you keep them after you changed?" I questioned as I turned away again, knowing that Wesker would notice the shift in my mood.
"At first it was habit, mostly." he shuffled again and I guessed he was getting back into his previous sitting position now that I wasn't looking at him. "But humans tend to question the unusual so it was in my best interest to hide my unnatural eyes to better blend in where I didn't want to be spotted."
"I thought you liked showing off your superhuman qualities?" I asked as I rolled my eyes before drinking down the rest of my coffee.
"Yes well, as you once put it, it makes me mysterious and sexy." he stated with a teasing tone that made me choke on my drink. I coughed and sputtered for a moment which Wesker found an excessive amount of amusement in as he chuckled at my suffering. Once I could breathe again, I turned my panicked eyes to the blond and tried to pretend my face didn't feel just a bit warmer.
"You heard that?" I yelped, my voice coming out strained and higher than I would ever like to hear it again. It was a stupid conversation in the office on a foggy day in Racoon City. The sun was hidden the entire day which covered the city in a mist of dreariness. Yet despite the absence of the sun, Wesker still wore his sunglasses. Jill and I were theorizing why he always had them on and our ideas could get pretty outlandish as we came up with whole backstories for our captain. They could range from a childhood accident to… something about sewer alligators and pirates, I don't remember most of the nonsensical things we came up with when we were bored. The only reason I said that was because Jill had joked that it was easy to talk to me like I was her girlfriend so I said something about Wesker always wearing sunglasses that I thought a girl would say. Context is key!
"Among… other things, yes." for a split second his expression changed but I couldn't make it out. Was it disgust like he heard the other stories or was he teasing me and heard me say other embarrassing things? I groaned and rested my head against the back of the couch. "Have you eaten?" he asked me though he was already getting up to head into the kitchen. He knew the answer so I didn't bother telling him.
I stared up at the ceiling and thought again about what Wesker's possible motives were behind all of this. He's right too, I have gotten more relaxed than I ever thought I would be around him- and it's only been four days. I was sure I would walk into this hating every second and walk out still hating my time spent here… but… it was a little nice- just a tiny bit. Wesker not trying to kill me or anyone else, being as cooperative as was possible for him while still maintaining an aura of control, taking the time to talk with me, and showing concern for me… it was like I was dealing with my old human captain again. It was a nicer feeling than I would like to admit and I had to remind myself of all the terrible things he's done- this was a mission, not some blast from the past social visit. We were still enemies and that wasn't going to change just because he was playing nice.
"You stopped the letter after accepting defeat." I called over to him and I saw him shake his head but he didn't turn to me. "Am I getting the punishment tonight?" that gave the blond pause and I wondered why since it was rational to think the continuation to the story would follow. Then he slowly turned his head to gaze at me with narrowed eyes but he didn't look angry… he looked at me with a type of hunger in his eyes I didn't understand but it stopped my heart.
"Do you want me to punish you tonight?" his voice was low and it was definitely just me hearing the seductiveness laced in the words but it brought an intense heat to my face. I was completely speechless. I sat there and stared dumbly at him with my blushing face and stumbled for something to say back but I couldn't even think straight. What was with that innuendo? Did he just flirt with me? Eventually after receiving no answer from me, he sighed and turned his focus back to making food. "Yes, I already have it written." he stated, sounding too disappointed for me to just shrug off. Did Albert Wesker really just flirt with me? No way! From what I could tell he's never been interested in physical desires like that- hell, he was even pretty dense to how I used to feel about him so there's no way! And I was a guy- why would he flirt with a guy? Unless- no! Why me? No, no, no! He wasn't interested and neither was I! Why was I still thinking about this? "Chris." Wesker's voice called loudly and I finally looked up to see he was standing in front of me on the other side of the coffee table.
"Huh?" I questioned dumbly as I looked up at his annoyed face. How long had he been trying to get my attention?
"Your meal is ready." he gestured to the table where a single plate sat at the same spot I was in yesterday which I guess was now officially my spot. I nodded and kept my eyes off of him, mumbling a quick thanks. He picked up last night's letter from the coffee table and carried it with him back to the kitchen to burn. I again listened to the fire from where I sat until it was gone. Then I slowly moved to the table to eat though I really didn't feel like it. There was a pork chop with a side of rice on the plate, a fork and a steak knife sitting on the side. I looked around the kitchen but saw no sign of the pans he must have used. Just how long was I spaced out for him to be able to prepare this and clean up? I picked at it for a minute and though my stomach growled, I still didn't have much of an appetite. "Eat." the blond commanded coldly as he passed me to walk into his cell. I sighed, feeling like I failed something and he was mad at me. So I ate all the food he made for me as a silent way to make it up.
I didn't see him again for the rest of the day, or rather I saw him in his cell whenever I peeked in but he was ignoring me. For a while he just laid in bed but later he opted to read one of his books though I would sometimes catch a glimpse of his eyes on me. I just sat on the couch and tried to distract myself with whatever I could on my phone but it didn't work. I wanted to go lay in bed too but even if I left my door open, I couldn't see Wesker's bed from there. I wasn't sure why I felt like I needed to keep an eye on him right now but I did. Between my futile efforts to distract myself, I would stare at him, trace the way the tshirt rested against his body and how he tensed when he caught me looking. I wanted to ask for the next letter so I could finally make my retreat from the awkwardness I felt but I didn't want to seem more eager for the pun- letter... than I already did.
Eventually I heard him growl to himself and get up. I watched as he went to his desk, tore a few pages out of his notebook, and walked out of his cell to stand in front of me. I wordlessly held out my hand for the letter but he skipped over my hand to place it on the coffee table in front of me, making eye contact as he did it. My eyes narrowed at him in annoyance at his petty behavior though I knew I didn't have any room to speak since I had been wasting fresh coffee just to spite him.
"I'm closing my door." he stated in finality before straightening.
"Fine." I replied with just as much callous as I stood to be nearly level with the vibrant red eyes that bore into me with anger. That was a look I was familiar with and it sent adrenaline racing through my veins. Suddenly my mind was clear and all my fatigue vanished. All I wanted to do was fight him, my heart raced, my eyes locked to his, my fists clenched tight, and my jaw tensed. I waited for him to make a move and when he finally did… he turned and walked away. Something in me sank in disappointment. He was just gonna walk away after leading me on like that? His door shut so I couldn't see him anymore and I growled to myself as I ran a hand through my hair in frustration. Great, now there was no way in hell I was going to sleep tonight. Damn he really knew how to get under my skin.
I locked his door before getting myself into my own room where I paced with my arms folded and my finger tapping on my arm. Now I had too much energy that was going to keep me up. So I did the only thing I could do to get rid of it, I threw myself into a rigorous workout. By the time I was done and felt drained enough that I might be able to sleep, I was sweaty and panting. I took a quick shower, my muscles appreciating the cool water falling down my body. As my hands ran over my body with the soap, one lingered at my thigh. My heart rate picked up again and some dark part of me wanted to grab my dick and stroke it fast until I couldn't stand anymore. I wasn't sure where these thoughts were coming from but I shut it down and quickly got out of the shower. I dried off and threw on some sweatpants before throwing myself into bed with the light still on. I lectured myself with old military drills to straighten out my thoughts.
After a while I felt less heated so I forced myself out of bed to go to my desk though I didn't see Wesker's letter. I groaned, realizing that I didn't grab it when I came in. I unlocked my door and stepped out, walking over to the coffee table to pick up the papers still sitting there. I picked them up and was about to turn back to my room when I heard water running. It took me a moment to realize that Wesker was taking a shower. I stood there for a moment and listened to the way the water hit the tile ground in steady streams. I thought about how it must be cascading down Wesker's pale skin, following the lines of his defined muscles, and creating mesmerizing patterns. In my head he turned to see me staring and smirked with playful eyes.
"Should I punish you now?" he whispered in my mind and the air in my lungs got knocked out of my body. I snapped out of it and I realized the thought of Wesker's naked body had my heart beating fast yet again, my face was hot, and I was getting hard. I quickly ducked back into my room and locked the door as if I could lock those thoughts out as well but they still trailed along with me. I wasn't noticeably erect so I didn't have to worry about whoever might be on the cameras since Jill should be gone by now- not that I would want her to see that either. For the smallest moment my mind wandered to the fleshlight in my top drawer but I shoved it down before it could fully form. I wasn't going to do that especially not with what was invading my mind!
I paced for a while and went over drills again and lectured myself about what the hell was wrong with me. My imagination was too vivid and out of control and it's just because of what he said earlier! This didn't mean anything and it didn't change anything!
Finished with my inner lecture, I took a few deep breaths and sat on my bed. After a few more minutes, I looked to my desk where the letter sat abandoned. I inhaled deeply and slowly let it out, finally feeling fully in control of myself again and moved to sit at my desk. It was labeled as 'Punishment' though I'm almost positive he added that after I called it that since I had never once heard him refer to it like that. It was always just 'the bet' that we weren't allowed to talk about. I wasn't going to let him get to me with this again.
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I checked my watch for the time once more as I sat on my couch, waiting for Chris to show up at my apartment. In honesty I hadn't slept much the previous night, I was preoccupied with thoughts of what my pointman could possibly want from me. So I was also up early to await his arrival however I was beginning to think I was expecting him a bit too early. He wasn't really known for his punctuality and it was made worse that he never actually stated when exactly he would be here. I was already set to walk out the door right now but I had to sit and impatiently wait for the brunet to make his appearance.
Finally there was a knock on my front door so I brought myself to my feet and strode over to let him in. Upon opening the door, I saw him standing there awkwardly wearing faded jeans and a black zip up hoodie. I stepped to the side as I gestured for him to enter my home. He walked past me and looked around silently though there wasn't much to look at as I was a simple man that only required the basics. He hummed to himself, sounding a bit disappointed at the lack of personality in my apartment.
"So what do you want?" I cut to the chase, eager to end this anticipation.
"Okay, um," he hesitated before forcing it out. "I want to pick out what you wear today." if I wasn't mistaken he was near blushing at the request as I stared at him, a bit taken aback. That was it? That was the important motivation that pushed him to win the bet?
"Very well. Come." I said as I motioned him to follow me. I led him into my room and gestured to my closet and dresser. It didn't really matter what he chose, they were all my clothes and everything I owned was professional enough to wear to work. I've been called classy by many and I guess today it was serving me well. Embarrassed and hesitant, Chris slowly made his way to my dresser to go through it. He looked back to me to take note of what I was currently wearing before returning to his task. I also glanced down at myself in wonder of what he was expecting out of this. I heard Chris groan a bit to himself before he moved to my closet, a bit more confident in what he was doing.
"Don't you own anything more casual?" he finally questioned as he turned to face me and I only smirked back at him. So that was his plan, he wanted to take me out of my element. Unfortunately it wouldn't work. He rolled his eyes before grabbing a pair of black cargo pants from my dresser and handing them to me. I took them from him and gazed between the pants in my hands and the ones I was wearing to realize they weren't that different. He skipped going back to my closet and went rummaging in my dresser again. I would have to reorganize everything once he was done. I wordlessly removed my pants and folded them before placing them on my bed. I heard a loud thump on my dresser and looked up just as Chris's face was quickly turning away from me. He remained still for a long moment before I finally questioned it.
"Chris?"
"Nothing!" he nearly shouted and I raised a brow at his strange behavior. "I just hit my elbow against the drawer- it's nothing." he spoke more calmly now and I rolled my eyes at him behind my sunglasses before putting on the pants he had handed to me. I buttoned them and slid the zipper up before beginning to undo the buttons on my shirt, knowing he would have it replaced. By the time he finally handed me a white tshirt, his face brightened, my torso was bare and I again looked at him strangely.
"Have you caught fever?" I asked him suspiciously as I took the shirt from him and he hastefully shook his head.
"Nope, it's just cold this morning." he rushed a reply before turning away again as he moved to my closet. "Speaking of which, what jackets do you own?" I directed him out of my bedroom to my coat closet though I knew he wouldn't find anything to his liking there. I slipped the tshirt on over my head, carefully not to ruin my styled hair or disturb my sunglasses. I usually only wore these as undershirts but I knew Chris wouldn't care for any arguments I could make. "Why don't you have anything normal?" he complained as he finished going through my coats, all much more formal than he wanted.
"Normal is relative." I told him as I grabbed my boots and walked to the couch to put them on.
"Yeah, yeah." he waved at me dismissively as he thought. He fidgeted momentarily with the hem of his jacket before an idea seemed to strike him. He slid the jacket from his arms and stepped closer to me to hand it over. "Wear mine!" he smiled in excitement at his plan. I looked between him and his jacket with skepticism.
"What about you?"
"I have my 'Made in Heaven' jacket at the office." he reassured me and I sighed. I wasn't fond of the idea of wearing someone else's clothing and I was sure I would look like a child in such apparel but I knew Chris wasn't about to let up. I was sure it would fit me fine as Chris and I were roughly the same size so I wouldn't have to worry about it being either too loose or too tight which was at least reassuring. It was only for a day.
"Fine." I stated as I took the jacket from him and slipped it on though I left it open. I expected it to be warm since Chris had been wearing it all morning thus far, I should have expected it to smell like it's owner, and I didn't expect it to bring me any sort of comfort… but for some inexplicable reason, it did.
"Now we're gonna mess up your hair." he spoke with excitement, successful in dragging me from intrusive thoughts.
"Excuse me?" my voice was lower, more dangerous than it was a moment ago but it only made my pointman smile wider.
"Come on!" he didn't wait for me before heading to the bathroom just off the living room. He sure got comfortable here quickly. My jaw tensed and I didn't want to go with him and allow this but I already agreed to do what he wanted and this was still within reason. I walked into the bathroom and allowed Chris to wet my hair to get the gel out of it. He used my comb to style it differently, part of it hanging over my face though it wasn't long enough to be a hindrance to my eyes. "There we go." he whispered with a rather pleasant smile as he looked over his work, his hand lingering on the side of my head a moment longer than I felt was necessary. His face heated again as he removed his hand from me.
"Are we done now?" I growled with my arms crossed. He looked me over and cocked his head to the side.
"One more thing." his hands cautiously raised to my face and once I realized he was going for my sunglasses, I leaned away.
"No, that's where I draw the line." I told him and he looked confused.
"Why? Is it bad?" he pouted and I sighed again. I knew the stories they came up with about my eyes and even ventured into my backstory but I never cared to correct any of them. They could speculate all they wanted, it didn't bother me.
"I just don't want to deal with the migraines." I told him and he looked confused again. "My eyes are sensitive to light."
"Oh." he was silent for a moment as he took in the information, probably thinking over some of his theories. Perhaps he was disappointed that it was something so simple rather than the fantasy scenarios they discussed. "Is it from some kind of condition or something?" how long had all of them wanted to ask me about my eyes? I was wondering how long it would take for someone to just ask. As soon as someone did, I would have answered but apparently they assumed it was supposed to be some sort of secret so no one ever did. Until now that is. I wonder what gave him the courage.
"No. The pigmentation in my eyes is so light that they can't filter out the harsher rays of light." I explained simply. "It isn't a severe issue but I'd rather not deal with the migraines it causes. I don't see a point in 'toughing it out' when wearing sunglasses is an easy solution."
"Oh, okay." Chris nodded along with the reasoning, the mystery now solved. He seemed just a touch disappointed that it was something so simple as he and the others had created such complex stories behind the reason I always wore sunglasses. Often in life a person's imaginations were better than reality. It was an issue I couldn't relate to but it seemed it was very true for Chris. "Can… can I see them?" his shy question took me by surprise. He sure was bold today, wasn't he? First the question about my eyes and now he wanted to see them too? Now that I thought back on it, he hadn't ever seen my eyes- I don't think any of STARS has. But it wasn't a big deal, they were just eyes. I supposed the mystery the others had cultivated around them turned this into such a big reveal.
"I suppose." I told him as I reached up to take them off but Chris stopped me with a hand on my arm.
"C-can I?" I raised a brow at him but nodded. His hands slowly raised and he gripped the arms of my sunglasses to slowly slide them off my face. I blinked against the bright lights in the bathroom as Chris just stared into my eyes. I noticed the way he shivered but paid it no mind, believing it to be something of anticipation. We stared at each other as I waited for him to get his fill yet the time continued to stretch on. I wasn't one to become uncomfortable with the gazes of others yet between the clothing I wore, having my sunglasses off, and the intensity of Chris's gaze… I was beginning to feel like the situation was no longer in my control. He looked at me like I was something mystical and it was causing an undesirable stirring in my chest that I couldn't understand. It wasn't a big deal so why was he acting as if he were under some sort of trance?
"Chris." I stated sternly as I held my hand out for my glasses.
"Oh- right!" he finally ripped his eyes away from mine and returned my glasses to my waiting hand. "Um… we should probably go."
"And I'm to remain like this all day?" I asked as I placed my glasses back on and walked out of the bathroom. I grabbed my wallet, badge, and keys before opening the front door and holding it open for Chris to step out first.
"Yes sir!" he said joyously as he watched me lock my door. We made our way to the parking lot where I expected we would part ways but instead he pointed to his Jeep. "Why don't you just ride in with me?" I looked him over for a moment, the nervous stature he held.
"Is this part of what you want from me?"
"Uh, I guess?" he phrased it more as a question himself but nonetheless, I complied. It didn't impede me at all, it just meant that he may have to stay at the office a bit late so he could also take me home. The ride was mostly silent and I tried to ignore how my hair sat against my forehead in an unfamiliar way. I hadn't allowed my hair down like this since I was a child and that's exactly how I felt now. I really wasn't going to like today. Chris was right about it being cold and this jacket was too thin to offer much comfort, my own were much thicker for the colder seasons. I noticed the brunet slightly shivering and wanted to make a comment about how he should have kept his jacket and allowed me to wear one of my own but stopped myself. For some unknown reason, this was important to him in some way so I would remain silent on the matter.
Walking through the precinct wasn't as bad as I initially thought it was going to be. No one stared at me or commented on my attire as I was expecting so we made it to the STARS office without incident. We were still a bit early so we were the first to arrive though I knew the others would be arriving anytime now. Chris went straight for the leather jacket hung on the wall next to his desk and quickly put it on.
"Coffee?" he asked as he headed for the door.
"Please." I responded as I stepped in my office to grab a paper from my desk listing things I wanted everyone to get done today and walked back out to the main office. The door opened again and I looked up half expecting to see Chris but it was too soon for him to be back. Instead I saw Jill standing before me. She seemed confused but offered me a warm smile.
"Hi there, can I… help…" she trailed off as her expression twisted into one of shock. Had she not recognized me? Was that why no one had been staring at me as she currently was on the way here? Because they didn't know it was me? As she kept staring, I felt like maybe this was as bad as I thought it was going to be. I felt awkward and unprofessional coming to work like this and I would deny it if anyone said my face may have heated in embarrassment. I glared at the floor, thinking that maybe Chris was more successful in taking me out of my element than I originally gave him credit for.
"Is it really that strange?" I hissed as I looked over myself again. I glared at the woman when she nodded. My jaw tensed as I walked into my office and shut the door. I had work that needed doing outside of my office but I would be content to just remain here for the entirety of the day. I heard other voices entering the office and Jill talking excitedly about me. I moved to close the blinds in my office before anyone could try to look in at me. Why had that damn idea of a bet come to me? This is all Chris's fault.
"Captain!" speak of the devil and he shall appear. His voice was on the other side of my door though he didn't knock, probably because he had his hands full. "I have your coffee." I regretfully opened the door, standing where the others I knew were watching wouldn't be able to see me. Chris stepped in and looked toward my desk, seeming confused when he didn't find me there. Once he was far enough from the door that it wouldn't hit him, I slammed it shut again which caused him to jump. "Shit!" he spun to face my harsh glare and slowly exhaled to calm himself. I heard noises of surprise from the others but ignored them. "Don't do that." Chris breathed again and walked over to my desk to put down the two cups of coffee he carried. If it had not been for their lids, he probably would have spilled the hot liquid on himself in his fright.
"This was a mistake." I growled at him as I rounded on him to my desk. I moved a hand up to fix my hair but the brunet snatched my wrist in his hand.
"Wait!" he nearly shouted before clearing his throat almost apologetically. "You look great." he muttered to me with a kind smile that held no ill intent or lie. I sighed and lowered my arm though he didn't release me.
"I look like a child." I corrected and Chris laughed softly, almost fondly.
"You always look great Wesker." he looked over me again with a chuckle, his thumb rubbing lightly into my skin. "It's not a bad look on you, just really different from what we're used to." I watched the way his eyes lingered downward between us and wondered why he couldn't face me when he didn't seem to be untruthful to me. This didn't seem to be some sort of a ploy- he already got what he wanted.
"Let's just get this over with." I muttered as I took my hand back and marched to my office door. I swung it open and stepped out to face the others with my arms folded. I said nothing as everyone stared at me in shock- Joseph laughed and I glared at him though it didn't stop him.
"This is way better than what I said!" the blond man exclaimed in mirth.
"If this becomes a distraction from everyone's work, there will be hell to pay tomorrow." I told them all which was effective in finally silencing Joseph. "Has everyone had their fill now?" I demanded and everyone nodded, no one daring to speak. "Dismissed." I stated before returning to my office and closing the door since Chris had followed me out.
"Oh my god this is such a treat! I can't believe you got him to dress so casually!" Jill spoke to Chris as they started to get to work.
"That was the best I could do with what he owns." Chris's voice grumbled, just loud enough for me to still make it out.
"Is he wearing your jacket?" my lockpick asked and the brunet didn't answer. Curiously I peeked out of the blinds to see what was going on and noticed his head was down and his face was red again. He really must be coming down with something. I had to keep an eye on him to make sure it didn't get bad enough that I would have to send him home.
HAPPY HALLOWEEN! Here's your treat! How was your spooky night? I had fun. I cross dressed as a demon lord, my four year old was a vampire, and my two year old was a ghost (made the costumes myself). We did a little trick or treating then hung out at my aunt's house for a bit with the family, pretty boring actually, but my babies aren't old enough yet to really go all out. In the coming years though, we're getting downright terrifying. Anyway, it was fun enough though I felt a bit awkward. I refused to wear heels at least since I didn't feel like breaking anything but I was wearing a dress and a long wig which was uncomfortable and my horns didn't like to stay on it.
Back to business. Was Chris's winning demand satisfying enough for you? What about the flirting and Chris's imagination getting the best of him? I suppose I can also play a bit of a trick with this treat. Chris won't be able to resist his curiosity about a certain item hidden in his drawer. I feel that's more of a treat to tell you it's coming so the trick will be not telling you when. Have fun with that.
