"It's not that I don't trust her with it, of course I do." I corrected with a sigh. I was laying on my stomach on my bed, having thrown myself there once we retreated back to my room for the night though we kept talking. The conversation turned again to the BSAA and what happened with Jill, how we had to lie to her to get around revealing my doubts about our organization. Wesker turned off the camera with a comment that Jill couldn't see us now so we could talk about it, then he sat at my side and even started rubbing my back. "It's just that… I don't know really, I mean she's been with me through all of it and was at my side helping to build the BSAA. It's just hard to imagine telling her that I'm doubting all of it."
"Would it not be better to express your concerns now rather than when avoidable issues become problematic?" the blond questioned helpfully as I folded my arms under my chin and closed my eyes so I wasn't just staring at my pillows and headboard.
"That's just it though, a lot of my doubts have nothing to do with how things are being run or are things that bother me personally but I know are probably better for the organization as a whole."
"Such as potentially sacrificing you to prevent me from escaping." the older man supplied and I groaned at the reminder.
"It's a great example." I grumbled. "I wouldn't care so much if I was being understandably thrown into a dangerous mission with a high likelihood of not coming back-"
"You would find a way." I ignored his interruption and continued.
"I'm willing to die for our cause but that doesn't mean I want to. I would never leave a man behind unless it was already too late or it was guaranteed to only get more people killed- and I would never make someone do something they weren't willing to." I explained, not bothering to hide how upset I was getting thinking about this again. "If I wanted out, I should be allowed to leave- I never planned on wanting out because I was willing to do this and see it through but still. I was told I wasn't a prisoner here but that's not what it feels like."
"It's entirely likely you being forced to see this through was something like fine print when you chose to come in here."
"Was it my choice to come in here?" I questioned, turning onto my side to look at him. His expression showed some confusion as if he thought I was accusing him of something and he was trying to figure out what. "Ever since I was denied exit, I've been wondering if they would have forced me down here regardless of my decision." I clarified and his confusion went away since I wasn't blaming him for this. He scooted closer to me and leaned to grab a pillow to move under my head before he resumed rubbing my back. I moved the pillow with me as I wiggled myself closer to his body until my stomach was touching his hip. Wesker's eyes moved from me to the ceiling which I'd noticed was a habit of his when he was thinking deeply about something. He was trying to find an actual answer for me, it was nice.
"When did you agree to the deal?" he asked as his orange gaze suddenly returned to me. Seeing where he was going with this, I pulled my phone from my pocket to look back at my call history… I tried to ignore the bad feeling churning in my stomach. I found the logs from the day after Jill had been brought into the hospital and found the call I placed to her room to tell her about the deal and my decision about it, the call I made just before that was to headquarters to officially give my okay on it. I relayed the time of the call to Wesker and… the bad feeling solidified into a stone in my gut that weighed me down when I watched his eyes quickly turn to- and even glow red. I knew what his anger meant. They told him the deal was on before I even called to confirm it.
… … …
My hand rose to rub at my face tiredly. I didn't sleep very well. I blinked my eyes clear only to find myself staring at Wesker's, unfortunately, fabric covered chest. My gaze trailed up his body to land on his sleeping face. I wasn't sure when I fell asleep earlier, not feeling up to continue our talk after the harsh realization of what felt like a betrayal. I think Wesker had tried to assure me he wouldn't have forced me to take the deal but the reminder that he would've found a way to escape with his life saving information instead shut him up. I knew what he meant though even if it was a technicality- he wouldn't have physically forced me to do something I wasn't willing to even if my refusal did have consequences, I would still have a choice. I remember rolling over away from Wesker and telling him I wanted to be alone and he hesitantly left.
I have no doubt they told Wesker I had agreed to the deal early to avoid him trying anything and plenty of people could confidently know that I would have taken the deal but… what if I hadn't? I fell into an unrestful sleep wondering if the BSAA would have physically forced me down here for the sake of getting that information. I wanted to believe no one would be willing to do that to me- or to anyone… but I wasn't sure, there was a lot at stake. That was the worst part, I understood it. I would never do that to anyone but that doesn't mean it wouldn't cross my mind if it was for the betterment of the world. I didn't believe in sacrificing one for the many, there always had to be another way.
Wesker must have come back in after I fell asleep… he even covered me with the blanket from his bed to avoid having to wake me to get mine out from under me. I counted the days in my head since he'd last slept and it was about that time. I wasn't mad at him, I wasn't last night either, I just wanted to be alone for a while to process. But now I was regretting not realizing he was going to be sleeping which meant I missed out on cuddling with him all night without him getting bored but at least he still spent the night with me. Deciding to fix that now, I shifted closer to the blond. I was still further down the bed where I'd been laying earlier so I needed to move higher to be at the same level with him before pressing my body to his, carefully pushing him to lay on his back. I knew he'd wake up with all the movement but I was hoping he'd be able to fall back asleep once we were settled together. Sure enough, his still red eyes found me as I was shifting to half lay on top of him, my head half between his shoulder and his chest as my arm slung over his waist. He gave me a small smile and I was gifted with the sight of his eyes shifting to their usual orange shade when he was contently close to me before he closed them again. The arm I was laying over wrapped around me so his hand could rest on my shoulder, even squeezing me a little closer to him. His other hand found mine over his stomach and held it so I intertwined our fingers and closed my eyes too, hoping to get a little actual rest.
But it didn't happen. Now that I had woken up and started thinking about all this again, I just couldn't get back to sleep. So I watched the red light on the camera in my room as I wondered what time it was and who was watching us now. Again, I was really hating that there weren't any windows for me to be able to see any sunlight to at least guess the time with. I couldn't tell if Wesker had managed to fall back asleep either, his breathing was as steady as ever and he looked at rest but that didn't mean he was sleeping. It was still nice to be so close to him though.
"Do you think they would have forced me down here if I had refused your deal?" I questioned in case the blond was actually awake. If he wasn't and I was waking him up, that was fine too since it's not like he needed to sleep in for anything and I'm sure he wouldn't mind waking up to talk to me.
"It's not as if they could return to me to cancel after already confirming." he answered smoothly, his voice not at all weakened by sleep as mine had been. I sighed and turned my head over to look at him though he still lay with his eyes closed, looking for all the world as if he truly was still asleep regardless that he had just spoken.
"But do you think they would have physically forced me?"
"I don't believe it would have come to that. You knew what was at stake, others likely knew you'd agree and if you hadn't… you're stubborn but someone would have been able to talk you into it." he reasoned and my expression grew a little irritated at his avoidance of my question.
"Wesker." he let out a reluctant exhale over my warning call as he opened his eyes though his gaze stayed straight at the ceiling ahead of him.
"I don't have enough information to accurately answer that for you and I don't make uneducated guesses." he explained as his red eyes turned down to me, the aggravating topic having soured his good mood. "Whether others would have been instructed to physically force you down here would depend on your new director, if that's an order he would be willing to give, who he gave it to, and if they would be willing to go through with it." I already knew that though that was the reason I asked him and needed some form of an answer, to help myself rationalize that it wasn't just me trying to make myself feel better. "As a man who values justice above the legal system, you've always found yourself at odds with your superiors- myself included at times. With what you've been telling me it seems the BSAA is becoming too big to stick to the beliefs it was originally founded on."
"What do you mean?" I asked a bit cautiously, not really wanting this part to be confirmed by the often harshly realistic man.
"It's likely the earlier formation of the BSAA was looked to for guidance in matters concerning BOWs as something like specialists before the public was aware of the truth of bioterrorism and before there were officialized procedures for such things. I imagine you could walk into a situation and take command because no one else knew what to do." I thought about that and slowly nodded. That was usually how it used to go down. I'd been around the world during various missions and in the early days I was treated like a joke, like I was some hunter of things that don't exist only to have everyone turn to me when shit hit the fan. But as the existence of bioterrorism and BOWs became public knowledge, understanding spread, and procedures arose so too did more antibioterrorism groups. There were conflicting ideals and methods of handling situations and while we all wanted the same thing, it caused the need for regulation and rules to follow. Most of this was understandable and even agreeable but some of it was just like the rest of the legal system, flawed and allowed cracks for the bad guys to slip through. When the BSAA was a smaller group of "specialists" we were listened to even if we had to wait for realization to set in and by then bad things that could have been prevented had already happened. Now that the BSAA was an official worldwide military organization, we were called on during various stages of trouble depending on what skills were needed but now there were often a lot more legal hoops to jump through or red tape we ran into.
Admittedly I didn't have to personally deal with much of that, I was a soldier sent to stop trouble already started. But I was painfully aware of it, especially after what O'Brian had to do to ensure Lansdale was taken down since he had been aware of how the system worked and knew how to avoid being caught. O'Brian was a damn good man, a close friend, and the best director we could have had. He had to resort to trickery and rule breaking to catch the bad guy and paid for it. The system failed to bring the bad guy to justice and punished the good guy when he did what was needed. I recognized O'Brian acted in the wrong, there was another way to go about everything- he could have let the rest of us in on what was going on and we could have found a way to get Lansdale… but I also knew that he did what he thought was right and I couldn't fault him for that.
"The BSAA is now restricted by many rules and regulations you undoubtedly disagree with and while I know you still believe the BSAA to be 'good', every organization has a darker side and the bigger it gets makes more places for the corrupt ones to hide. It's human nature, not everyone is as pure as you." he added the last part a bit more playfully to try to lighten the mood but I just sighed over the truth to what he was saying even if it wasn't new information to me. It just sucked having someone else say it, especially the extremely intelligent Wesker who was usually right about everything. A moment of silence passed between us before Wesker seemed to get back on track with the original question. "Had you been forced down here, I assure you I would have nullified the deal and let you leave." I couldn't help the skepticism that crossed my face and it made my old captain glare at me in irritation. "I wouldn't care if it were someone else Chris, you know I would sacrifice a great number of unimportant individuals to serve my own purpose-"
"Charming." I cut in with a roll of my eyes. I don't know if he thought the reminder of his evilness was supposed to make me feel better… no, it was more likely that he was just being open about what he thought about my situation.
"However," he continued, ignoring my interruption. "I know you understand that you've always been different."
"Right, I'm your favorite." I didn't say it with the sweetness I would have if I were in a better mood but it did somehow make me feel a bit better about things… even if being his favorite wasn't always a good thing.
"You are my favorite." he confirmed before kissing the top of my head in full view of the camera and I managed a small chuckle, the pitch of it more lighthearted than even I was expecting. I wondered if he did that on purpose.
"When I told you to break the deal so I'd be let out to go after Claire, you said you couldn't." I reminded him and he sighed heavily like he was hoping I wouldn't have remembered that.
"I knew you were acting irrationally and didn't mean it… I was also selfishly refusing to cut our time short." he admitted before his lips pressed together in a tight pout. "But if you had started this unwillingly and truly wanted out, I wouldn't have made you stay because I was trying to set this up in a positive manner." he stated with a solemn shake of his head and I smiled up at him.
"I'd say this turned out pretty positively." I said and he smirked back at me before turning his body, making me rotate until he was the one laying over me.
"I'd say you're correct." then he kissed me, softly at first then more fiercely. I wasn't sure if he was just trying to distract me since he didn't want to talk about this anymore or if he just really wanted this- could very well be both. It was fine by me, I wanted this too so I deepened our kiss as I pressed my fingers into his back to get him closer to me. His weight on top of me was reassuring, his warmth comforting, and his tongue in my mouth exciting. I lowered my arms to his waist, digging my nails into his skin as I raised them up his back to bring his shirt up as well. He groaned lightly into my mouth and I bit his lip as he started to pull away from me. He tucked his head low and straightened his arms to allow me to pull his shirt free from his body. I sighed longingly when I felt his cool fingertips reach under my shirt to touch my stomach, teasing the fabric higher up my chest as his fingers prodded fading love marks across my skin. He shifted himself lower so his mouth could trace my collarbone, stopping often to create new marks he could stare lovingly at later.
"Fuck, Wesker." I moaned at the sensation of his lips on me, sucking teasingly at known sensitive spots. His arms slid under me as I curved my body up to press into him and he squeezed me even tighter to him, his erection rolling against my thigh which sent whole waves of heat over me. "Oh god…" I moaned again, my voice heavy with desire.
"Are we just playing around or are we having sex?" his voice was pleading through the question.
"Sex- we're definitely having sex." I answered with an urgent tone that made him groan with need. He spared just enough thought to the open door and active camera to stop himself from attacking and taking me right then.
"Shut the door, I'll get everything else." he ordered before he was suddenly off of me so I hastily obeyed, kicking off of the mattress to rush over to the door. The red recording light on the camera was off before I had the door slammed shut which blocked out the light coming in from the living room. We weren't left in total darkness however since Wesker already had the bathroom door open and turned on that light so we could see each other. When I turned around to get back to the bed, I was instead met with Wesker's body crashing into mine which forced my body harshly back into the wall. His lips were on mine, heatedly devouring me as his fingers pressed painfully into my hips especially with the small bottle of lube in his palm that I worried might break under the pressure. He was over excited again and I didn't mind one bit.
"W-wai…" I could barely get a single sound out around his tongue so I bit him as I pushed him back. He growled at me over the pain but at least backed off a little. "Wait." I told him strictly.
"Chris…" he complained, his tone needy and his eyes pleading. It was rather cute seeing him so desperate for me, I understood the feeling with how badly I wanted him too. But this was important.
"Believe me I want nothing more than to let you fuck me until I can't remember my own name-" Wesker's lips on mine again cut off what I was saying and for a second I forgot what my point was as I wrapped one arm across his shoulders and used my other hand to tug him closer by the hem of his pants. "Buuut…" I continued as I pushed him away just a bit more, loving the way he groaned in disapproval. "I also really want to have more sex with you so we need to calm it down a bit this time, remember?" I finally got out and Wesker sighed before his body slumped against mine in disappointment so I held him with a smile at how utterly adorable he was acting.
"What do you suggest?" he asked so I thought about it as my eyes fell onto my desk and desire pooled in my gut. I eased the blond off of me so I could move to my desk, pushing my pants below my hips as I turned to sit on top of it to better be able to take my pants completely off.
"If you start banging the desk into the wall too much then slow down, okay?" I told him before I gave my best sexy look as I spread my legs to expose myself to my old captain as an invitation. But he didn't take it… he just stared at me with a lustfully analytical gaze as he took in every part of my naked body. Of course he'd seen me like this before but if he viewed me like I viewed him, it would never be enough. I was open and on offer for him and by the forced calm in his light orange eyes, he looked like he wanted to take his time enjoying his meal rather than devouring me like last time. Even if he did have to force himself to be more mindful of how hard he was fucking me, we would both still surely enjoy it thoroughly and then we'd get to do it again a lot sooner rather than having to wait days for me not to be in real pain. I exhaled an excited breath as his fingers touched my bare knee and trailed up my thigh only to tighten around my hip. He tilted his head as he stepped close enough between my legs that my erection pressed to his abdomen, watching me squirm in my own forced calm as I waited. I was trying hard not to just grab him and pull him closer until he was inside me. We were taking it easier this time.
"Settle down." he instructed as if it was that easy… but I actually wasn't sure if he was talking to me or to himself. His lips found my shoulder first, a light kiss that moved higher to my neck. I felt his hips slightly move away from me as his free hand pushed his pants down until I could feel his hardened dick rubbing against mine. I whimpered my desire as I reached between us to wrap my fingers around his stiff length, stroking it slowly until Wesker's lips finally reached mine. My head swam as we made out and I jerked the other man off. He kissed me deeply and hungrily but the urgent heat like I would disappear any second was missing, replaced by a profound connection I couldn't put into words. It was desire and trust… I felt whole in a place I once felt loneliness.
When he eventually slid into me it was gradual and I adjusted easily to him, his name on my lips praised him as some kind of higher power and he inhaled my every word. I wasn't aware when the banging started, my mind having slipped into the realm of incoherent need as Wesker thrusted into me over and over and over again. But I was highly aware of each slide in and out of my body, I felt the way his arousal pressed into me and the way my inner walls clung to him. There was no separation between us. One of his hands held onto the edge of the desk with my leg hanging over his arm and his other hand was around my midsection with his palm rested on my back and his long fingers splayed across my skin just to be able to touch more of me. My arms were around his neck for stability lest I fall back against the wall and lose this closeness. We both panted in the heat and excitement of what we were doing. I wasn't sure what was different about this time from our first but looking into his soft glowing yellow eyes, I knew he felt it too. It wasn't just sex with feelings attached, there was a deeper sense of comfortable acceptance between us now. We were making love… we were in love. And it felt like the sweetest thing in the world.
I closed my eyes as I brought our mouths together, my tongue encircling his like there wasn't a difference between the muscles. There was no individual belonging to be found here, we belonged to each other and it felt like the world was suddenly right. The rest of the world with all its terrors and wrongness was out there. In here was nothing but safe reassurance and acceptance. In here I was loved and cherished. I belonged in here with him, anywhere with Wesker.
I tasted his sweat as I sucked on his skin to form temporary bruises I could only enjoy for a short while until they faded away entirely. I dug my nails so deeply into his back and shoulders as I yelled his name and basked in the conflicted reaction he gave between the pain and pleasure. I kept one arm around his neck as I leaned back and held myself up with my palm on the surface of the desk in order to roll my hips into each of the blond's quick motions though they notably weren't inhumanly quick. His voice moaning my name and telling me how good I felt were waves of heat in my already heavily stimulated veins. His wandering touch was a trailing sensation of pleasure to my craving skin. His mouth on my body was a jolt of electricity looping my nerves in a constant cycle of excitement. His erection ever filling me was a repetitive motion that rocked both of us in time with the other, synchronized in our enjoyment we shared in this intimacy.
When his hand slipped off the desk from the sweat on his palm and he dropped my leg, I laughed over it as he gave me an apologetic look. He shook his head and chuckled along with me as he righted himself. I placed a hand on his damp cheek and moved my thumb in small circles under his still yellow eyes. His gaze softened as his hand gently caressed mine over his face and after a moment his expression became more playful just before he bit the side of my hand. I trembled eagerly at the pain of his teeth but he was careful not to break skin though he obviously wanted to leave yet another mark. He looked over the irritated red crescent shape he'd left on my skin and smirked before kissing it. His eyes were still deviously narrowed as he looked back at me but there was a loving fondness that was so honest it filled me with even more warmth in the overheated room.
I lost track of time. I was laying on my back on top of my desk with my hips held in the air by Wesker's arms. The only thing keeping my head from hitting the wall with each hard thrust was my hand on the cool wall above me, pushing back to rock my body onto him as he moved into me. I was only vaguely aware of the edge of the desk biting into the wall because it was louder than it had been before and I was closer to it. But I didn't care, I didn't think it was enough to prevent us from doing more after this so why should I?
I came for the first time with my hand still pressed into the wall to protect my head, my other reaching to touch Wesker's gorgeous face with my thumb resting against his parted lips for him to switch between sucking on and biting. I came for the second time with Wesker leaning on top of me and his arms wrapped under my head with one hand between my skull and the wall to protect me from the now crushing force of his thrusts. My legs wrapped around his waist to keep my lower body up as he slammed into me, my voice rising in need as I felt him throbbing inside me just before he released his hot essence into my body. He came biting into my shoulder and my overstimulated nerves had me twitching and squirming under the warring intensity of sensation his bite gave me. It hurt but it felt so good- I wanted him to stop but I needed him to add even more force. I came for the third time almost painfully, feeling totally used up and dry but still somehow aching for more attention.
He finally slowed and then stopped but remained buried in me per my request. As we stayed wrapped in each other's arms panting for breath, Wesker laid his forehead against mine and I loved the way we shared the air between us. I watched him though he closed his eyes as he tried to bring back his composure. He was so frustratingly perfect. My eyes hungrily took in every part of him I could see and I knew it would never be enough. I needed so much more of Wesker than he could ever provide in just this single heated exchange of our passionate love making or in any of the sweet moments we shared. No, it would never be enough, there was no moment or finite time that could give me what I wanted. I needed him to be with me always to be content. I needed the good times, the quiet moments, the sweet exchanges, and the passion we shared in sex. But I also needed the bad times, the tense fights, the painful memories, and even the violence that plagued us. I needed the rest of our lives to have and to hold him just to feel like I had enough of him to keep me this incredibly happy. And I knew what that sounded like… and I didn't mind.
A small chuckle escaped my lips and caused Wesker's yellow eyes to open to see me and I knew he wanted to know what I found amusing. I leaned up slightly to peck his lips before smiling up at him.
"I just…" I sighed happily as another small fit of chuckles spilled from me. "I'm happy." I told him which got a loving smile to spread over his lips as well. "Wesker I lo-" then he was kissing me to stop me from getting the words out. That was fine. I melted into his kiss and gave him total control over my body as he started to move his hips to penetrate me more. Maybe he wasn't ready yet for it to be spoken aloud, that was fine, his sudden reinvigorated excitement told me he understood and accepted the feelings we shared. If he wasn't ready to hear it or to say it yet, that was fine. We had the rest of time to get there.
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I remained against the wall around the corner leading into the large underground parking garage as I listened in on the conversation between two of my teammates. Everyone left the office about half an hour before I had yet for some reason these two lingered rather than saying goodbye, getting in their vehicles, and going home. It wasn't like they wouldn't see each other again soon enough, why couldn't they just leave already? I was in no mood to play pleasant with anyone more than I'd already had to for the day and while I could just ignore any attempt at speaking to me, I was in a very foul mood so any human interaction was off the table. So I stayed out of sight and decided to wait them out since I didn't have anything else to do for the night. I'd rather have been home doing something more productive or getting some much needed extra sleep but no, instead I was stuck listening to Chris and Jill ramble on about whatever came to mind. It was quickly grating on my nerves more and more with each shy word or hushed giggle. I made plans to assign them extra work later to keep them from talking- or maybe that's why they were so chatty now, they hadn't had enough time to talk earlier. But they had… they'd been talking pretty much all day, I even had to get on them to get back to work more than usual.
"Oh damn, it's gotten really late." Jill called suddenly, probably having checked her watch. "This has been fun Chris, we should definitely hang out some more outside of work but I have to get going." yes, finally! I internally rejoiced that I too would be able to leave.
"Uh- Jill?" my pointman stopped her and I had to forcibly repress a groan of disapproval at the delay. "So, um…" he started and stopped again, his nervousness all too obvious. "I've been meaning to ask you if you, well, if you wanna go somewhere- sometime." the hesitance and stumbling over his words made his awkward demeanor too easy to picture. He was most likely rubbing at the back of his neck with his head turned down and away like he always did when he was nervous.
"Like… a date?" was the brunette's equally hesitant clarifying question. She had just stated she thought they should hang out just for him to ask if she wanted to "do something sometime", he should have left well enough alone.
"Y-yeah…" now Chris was clearly second guessing his choice in asking her out. I was also questioning his asking her out. There were no strict rules against dating in the same department but it still wasn't a wise decision. The two were good friends and I knew they'd been getting closer, perhaps bordering on flirting now that I thought about it… but why was he asking her out? No, I supposed it made sense for an average man to find her attractive and to pursue her but Chris wasn't exactly average. Although the two did get along well, had fun when they spent time together, and worked in sync with each other as partners- perhaps they were a good match. As long as a relationship between them didn't negatively impact our work, why should I have to be thinking so intently about this? And why was I disappointed? It wasn't disappointment in Chris' taste, Jill was a great match for him and I doubted he could find a better woman. It wasn't disappointment in Jill's taste either, Chris was a remarkable officer when he put his mind to a task and he could even be charming when he wasn't busy making a fool of himself- although some liked that about him too. So what was it? Was I upset that I'd have to be dealing with another couple working so closely with me, preemptive frustration over a potential repeat situation with William and Annette? No… although that was also a worry now. If I revealed myself now as if I had just come down, maybe they would both drop the topic.
"Chris…" I listened more purposefully now as the woman sighed heavily. "You're great and I really like being around you but I don't think it's a good idea for us to be dating given our line of work." she explained regretfully and I quietly sighed in relief. "I know how this sounds but it's really not you." she quickly added. "I'm focusing on my career right now so I can't really commit to a relationship and I don't think something casual would work out between us." that was smart, accurate and smart.
"I'm not good enough for commitment, I'm too good for a fling, so I'm just right for the friend zone?" Chris asked through a long sigh, the hurt evident in his voice.
"Do you only want a fling with me?" my lockpick countered.
"I don't know what I want with you Jill." he stated and I could picture the dramatic shrug he gave her. "I haven't exactly had any stable relationships either but I know I really like you and we get along great and I trust you with my life and you can kick my ass like no one else can." he explained, his voice adding a forced joking tone at the end which Jill offered him a small chuckle over. They were awkwardly silent for a moment, both probably looking for something else to say.
"Except for Wesker." the woman pointed out with a lighter tone and when Chris chuckled over it, it sounded more relaxed and genuine.
"Yeah, except for Wesker." he agreed before they fell back to silence long enough that I thought of walking out to interrupt their cringe inducing awkwardness. "I just thought we could give it a try." Chris said with another sad sigh, knowing that it wasn't going to happen.
"I'm sorry Chris." the brunette told him sincerely. "If it didn't work out for whatever reason and we broke up, I'd want to get away from you because I don't keep exes in my life. I can't do that because we work together and I do really like you. So can we just stay friends?"
"Think we ever have a chance in the future?"
"Don't wait around for me Chris, I don't want to feel like I'm stringing you along."
"Yeah…" the brunet sighed for a third time then they were silent again. "Yeah." he said again, his voice stronger and more sure this time. "I do like being your friend too and I don't want to make things weird between us so I can put whatever feelings I have aside and… yeah, we can stay just friends." my pointman sounded sure and even a little lighthearted about the whole thing but I could hear the hesitance in his voice. He was putting on the brave face I'd seen him don before so Jill would be more at ease with the situation.
"Thanks." there was a shifting of sound and I thought they might be hugging it out. It was very quickly after that they finally parted, one vehicle leaving and another starting but never moving. I knew who it was. I gave it another minute before walking out and heading in the direction of my car only to look over to see Chris sitting in the driver's seat of his Jeep with his head resting against the steering wheel. He looked absolutely miserable. He jumped in surprise when my knuckle gently tapped against his window. He rolled the glass barrier down as he laughed at himself and gave me a forced smile from that brave face of his.
"Hey Captain, I thought you were working late tonight." he spoke conversationally, his voice pleasant but I could hear the tension.
"I did, it's been over an hour since you all left the office." I stated and he checked his watch to confirm that. "What are you still doing here?" his smile faltered before rising again but I stopped him before he could give me some excuse. "I told you that you don't need to be strong for me, you're clearly upset." then his smile dropped as he blew out a large breath. His brave face was gone. He didn't tell me he was rejected by Jill, instead feeding me some white lie about some of them staying to talk before leaving. He said he got tired and rested his head for a moment. He rubbed his eyes as he claimed he must have dozed off for a moment but he assured me he was fine. The smile he gave me wasn't his forced one, rather it was drained and pleading. I understood he didn't want to talk about it so I didn't press the matter especially since I already knew what had really happened. I simply nodded to him and told him to be careful driving home then watched him go. I still didn't understand why, but I was pleased that he had been rejected and it had nothing to do with Jill.
Been stuck on that sex scene forever my dudes! If I thought it was taking me forever to get back to writing after the bullshit explosion holiday then getting back to writing smut took ages! Hope it was worth it though... and good enough. I'm just glad to be back at it with more consistency!
Shout out to morgan96 on AO3 for the request of a more tender sex scene and Wesker continuing to be protective and possessive of Chris. Took a while for them to get back to sex but they got there and they've still got a few days of acting like rabbits, if you catch my meaning.
I'm getting *super* excited because there's only a few more days/chapters to get through before the rest of the plot starts kicking in and things pick up (for me at least, I'm still considering these recent chapters akin to filler). I feel like I'm going to be cutting some corners with these next few days, such as this one only going over their morning before jumping straight to the letter and I think The_Sand_Man on AO3 put it pretty well when he assured me that it made sense to do so since before there was a lot more going on and now that they've settled into their own pace and they're just peacefully hanging out there's not a lot happening. So I've agreed that it'll be fine to push through these next few chapters like that to get to the juicier stuff. I've got all the remaining letters planned out and there are only two more days that I'm still struggling to fill so if you've got any requests of what you'd like to see for our boys, last chance bell is ringing.
On another note, and this is really weird for me because I've never done anything like this, I've got my Ko-Fi up and running if anyone was interested in that. I've got open commissions too, art and writing, that I'm looking forward to working with/for people on. Don't feel pressured to check it out, doing all this has just been something that's been buzzing around my head and I finally got encouraged to just do it (The_Sand_Man here and an IRL friend of mine that goes by Pink Dave are awesome) so we're trying it out. If you've made it this far, I just want to say really appreciate you whether you check it out or not, whether you buy me a coffee or not, whether you commission me or not. The most important thing to me about sharing my work is that I enjoy it and that others can enjoy it with me and I think we've managed that pretty well this far. You're awesome and I'm happy you're here. Thanks for being with me.
ko-fi (. com) / dysfunctionalserenity333 (without the spaces or parentheses)
