Everyone had a situation or circumstance where they operated to the best of their ability. For college students, it was a tight deadline and a small countries worth of Redbull. For athletes, it was that early morning session after a long night's rest. For his wife, it was that golden hour before her daughter or husband awoke and she had the office to herself. For William Birkin however, his best work was always on his 4th cup of coffee, in the middle of the night, usually accompanied by a stoic blonde man, offering the occasional criticism to keep him on his toes.

"And then what did you say?" William mumbled as he stole glances at his computer, jotting notes on his notepad.

"Who could recall." Wesker replied nonchalantly, earning him a furious head shake from his friend. "god you are such a little tease."

"Me? whatever do you mean?" the scientist feigned hurt for just long enough for William to spin around in his chair.

"You know Al, you'd have a much easier time if you just tell the girl whatever she wants to hear to keep her sweet - better to lie and keep her within arms reach for her blood. Isn't she like.. what, 19? girls that age will believe anything. ESPECIALLY an 'I love you' or two." he finished, immediately intending to gulp down what was left of his coffee.

Wesker smirked. "Wasn't Anette 19 when you two met?" William immediately reacted, sputtering particles of coffee all over their shared operating space. "H-hey! don't you dare joke about that. I love that woman very much, and you're not even responding to my original question."

"Which was?" Wesker trailed off, turning his back to William just long enough to grab a vial labelled "CR - M2W2"

"Do you think this Leon guys a threat?" William asked, suddenly a lot more serious than he usually was.

Wesker scoffed. "A threat is far from what he is - a distraction and nothing more, ai assure you."

"What if Claire and him decide to knock boots and its splitsville for you too? what happens to perfecting our little side project then? we've still got a ways to go Al, and we need to see how her blood will continue to develop as it matures." William was stretching now, rolling his stiff shoulders as Albert spread a small sample of Claires blood into a slide, careful to slide it back into place as William prattled on. He noticed William was looking a lot more tired lately. He'd been working non stop on Prototype-T at Albert's behest, and while progress was slow, he knew that William was about the only scientist that not only could eventually perfect it, but was the only one he could trust to do it. Albert felt a twinge of guilt seeing Williams red eyes and aching muscles, but he knew that William was the type of man that wouldn't stop until it was done. After all, there was a reason they'd formed such a close friendship in their early umbrella days - Albert considered William Birkin an equal. He only had two of those in his life.

"Claire is a sentimental woman. While I don't know who she'd choose if given such a decision, I know her well enough to fulfill any requests I ask of her."

"Would you be willing to put money on that?" William smirked. "I know you fancy yourself quite the casanova when the need arises, but 19 year olds do have a habit of running off with the polite, earnest down to earth boys. I'm afraid your untouchable bad boy image may lose this one."

Wesker grimaced at his words. While William wasn't exactly right, he wasn't exactly wrong. "So how do you propose I hang onto her? a proposal?"

William bawked at the suggestion. "God no. I was thinking a cell." he suggested casually. Images of Lisa Trevors broken and shaking form in the corner or that dark cell instantly came to mind.

"Not that." Albert snapped. "You seem to forget I work with her brother."

William shrugged "Who will more than likely be dead by Halloween if your little trip goes well."

"Hm." was Weskers only response. William could sense he still wasn't sold on the idea. "Bar you marry or kidnap her, im afraid your options are limited Al. Every new sample of her blood that you bring in shows the virus adapting and changing in ways we can hardly track. It's starting to mesh with her DNA." William was flicking through several files on his computer now, Albert learning down to look at the data that flew across the screen. "I know she's going back to college in a few weeks, and we have that training session at Arklay, but if we can hold her captive even for just a few months, theirs no telling what we could extract. I mean.. the skies the limit Al!"

It was true, every last word. Every sample Albert had only showed more and more improvements. healthier cell counts, stronger organs.. at the most basic level, Claires blood had the data to improve modern medicine as we knew it, but theirs no telling what this could mean for T. More tests needed to be done, more variants needed, more time.. more time to watch her blood mature and blossom. Albert cursed under his breath. Time was not on their side at all.

"Keep hammering away at it, I have the utmost confidence in you." Albert affirmed, straightening all of the blood samples he had to date with one hand as he finished off his report with the other. If his eyes were looking at William in that moment, he would have seen a soft smile and a sudden burst of energy to see this out for his closest friend. He would find an answer, he would solve this problem. He always did. "If you and I cannot solve it, it can't be done" Wesker finished.

"Oh ye of little faith. You must not remember which one of us it was that finished the umbrella entrance exam with a perfect score."

"I recall Marcus telling you you had chicken scratch for writing and he couldn't read your formulas, and when you launched into a full blown speech he gave you the extra points out of exasperation."

William chewed on his pen, watching all his a blank expression "and?" he asked. "I still did it."

Albert chuckled and started on a fresh report, picking up his latest vial "CR - M2W3 - intoxicated" and began the transfer process. "and here we have tonight's blood, she was fairly fair from reality when I left her, so the thinned out blood cells should be fairly educational."

WIlliam peered over at the blood vial "How did you manage to get that?"

"William, not only did she not notice a needle in her arm after a quick hug, she failed to notice Ada was the one who took it off my hands before we parted ways."

William held up his hands. "To be fair to Claire, that woman could be the only one in a room and still go undetected."

Wesker sharply exhaled. "No wonder Ada's services are so expensive then." was his sarcastic answer.

"Less of the jokes and more of the results big guy." William tapped his pen to the desk, but before he could settle he pounded his fist to their workspace, causing his lab partner to glare at him.

"Wait Al! forget the kidnapping, I've got an amazing idea!"

Pain. Sorrow. Regret. Defeat. Unending hurt. Everlasting despair.

All words that were far too kind to describe Claires current physical state as she groaned from her sitting room couch. Eyes firmly closed, Chris bent down and offered her a piping hot green tea. Claire immediately smiled and sat up to take the beverage from him, doing her best to hide the pain of her hangover. "Thanks Chris." Claire rasped. Talking was painful, it felt like someone sliced her throat up with a piece of glass and Chris smiled knowingly as he plopped down beside me. "Oh dear sister, you have much to learn about the art of getting shit-faced now that you're 21."

yeah, you're not kidding. "I had no idea I was such a lightweight." She admitted as she nursed her drink. "I just hope I didn't say anything stupid last night." at this, Chris noticeably shifted awkwardly.

Claires heart dropped instantly. Oh no. She had an awful habit of speaking the absolute unfiltered truth after a vodka or two. What had she said?

"Actually Claire, you said something like night that's.. worried me a little."

mouth instantly dry, she took a moment to set down her drink and immediately sink back into the couch with a long sigh, hoping the couch would swallow her up before Chris would open his mouth. "Go on then." the Redfield mumbled.

"you.." Chris cleared his throat, letting a slightly awkward laugh out. "You said you were.. in love with Wesker?" Chris smirked, but Claire could tell Chris was a bundle of nerves asking this.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. No more drinking. Ever.

"Aha! yeah.. I guess I've fancied him for a b-bit.. I mean he's not bad looking!" I rushed it all out as soon as possible, not realising I was tripping over myself. "Just a little crush, you know how it is! haha!" Claire only caught how wild her hand gestures got as soon as she finished her sentence, but she couldn't stop now. It was like word vomit. "And me and him, we've spent a lot of time together and.. you know, he's nice to me! I love him like a brother is what I meant! Well not a brother, you're my brother.. like a dad!" ew. "like a family member!" I lamely corrected.

Chris shook his head and held up a hand. "Claire... stop. I'd like to have an adult conversation for a second."

Fuck. He didn't buy any of it. Claire physically deflated into the couch, her posture the very definition of defeated.

"Claire I.. know theirs something going on between you two."

Claire couldn't prove it, but she thinks what she's feeling at this very moment is a panic attack, a mini heart attack and partial death all rolled into one. "What? Us? me and the captain? I-I'm.. not sure-"

"Claire." Chris finished finally, her final attempt at denial a failed one for sure. This was it, she thought, Redfield sister dead from mortification.

"I don't know the extent of your relationship.." Chris began, now sitting up and looking away from her. "and I've had an inkling for a bit.. little hints here and there.."

Claire held her breath, not daring to confirm nor deny his thought process just yet.

Chris let out a soft laugh. "I'd been telling Jill I'd meet with the captain after practise one of these days and ask himself. Man to man, y'know?" Chris shrugged. "but I couldn't do it."

"Why?" Claire whispered, convinced her heartbeat was so fast it would stop any minute now.

"Because.. I know you're like me in almost every way. I know you wouldn't let a guy like that walk over you - or anyone for that matter. I like to think you're still that 10 year old that would take my pokemon cards and scream bloody murder when I tried to take them back." Chris chuckled, the mood slowly but surely becoming a lot less suffocating. "But you're not. You're an adult, and a very capable one at that." Chris dared to look at her now, and Claire could have sworn he gave her a small smile. "and I didnt reach this conclusion on my own, you have Jill to thank for that."

Claire smiled at that, she now knows she owes Jill her life.

"I.. personally wouldn't of paired you two together." Chris clammed up at the thought. "I don't really know how I feel about you two.. and to be honest, I'm still a little mad at you two for being so secretive about it.. but I get it. Believe it or not, I know how I am." Chris' goofy smile finally made an appearance, and the laugh I let out was a definite mix of a relieved sigh. "I guess.. what I'm saying is I don't exactly approve.. but I don't disapprove either." Chris finished with a shrug.

Claire was floored. "What the he did you do with my Gorilla of a brother?" Chris burst out laughing at this. "Fuck you!" he grabbed Claires still throbbing head and gave her a noogie that, paired with her physical state, felt like a jack hammer. "Oh my god Chris please, I'm still trying to recover from the heart attack you just gave me." Claire immediately went to rubbing her temples as Chris chuckled.

"So? how right was I?" Chris asked now that they the atmosphere was less oppressive.

Claire smirked. "We're... dating I suppose." was her lame sum up of what they were. Hey, at least I'm honest.

Chris shook his head and waved his hands in front of her face "Okay! I thought I could do this talk - I can't." He finished, immediately standing up to pick up Claires cup and a few other loose pieces of delf around the sitting room. "Look just one question.. he isn't weird or aggressive with you? I mean I trust the captain.. as weird as he is, I do trust him.. but I need you to be honest here Claire-bear."

Claire smiled. Ever the concerned brother. "No Chris, he's a perfect gentleman." Chris nodded and smiled. "I may not like him very much, but im not the one dating him." he finished, heading back to the kitchen.

"Nah you don't really have the ass for it." Claire teased, happy for the return to form.

"Jill hasn't complained." he shouted from the kitchen.

"Jill has low standards."

Chris didn't miss a beat, a loud crash in the kitchen signified he dumped everything in the sink and immediately sprinted back to the sitting room, giving Claire her second heart attack as she desperately tried to take off running but she wasn't fast enough.

"Been a while since I gave you a Ultra-noogie, let's see if I can remember how it goes!"

Second heart attack incoming.

Albert had called her later that evening, asking her had she recovered - no - and would she mind coming over for dinner - yes - so she'd had a quick shower, threw on a very simple combo of beat up chucks, ripped jeans and a plain white shirt before heading out the door. Chris didn't even ask where she was going now - she really was an adult to him now.

After 5 minutes, her bus finally pulled up, she felt a buzzing in her pocket. "of course." she groaned as one hand worked to get the spare change out of her pocket and to answer the phone with the other hand.

"Yeah, I'm on my way don't worry." Claire stated as she paid the bus fare and took her seat.

".. Claire?" oh, that's not Wesker.

"Hello?" Claire replied lamely. "Who is this?"

"Uh.. Hey, it's Leon."

Her memory suddenly jogged, she remembered recognising Leon at her party, and... Absolutely nothing else.

"Oh, Leon! hey!" Claires tone suddenly perked up, now a lot more up beat "I'm so sorry, I'm so out of it today - I'm kind of hungover."

Leon chuckled. "Yeah, me too to be honest! but last night was a lot of fun."

"Yeah! an amazing night." I think. "Thanks so much for coming by, how long have you been in town for?"

Leon, a little perplexed at being asked the same question he was asked yesterday explained, "Oh... I've only been here for a few days, to be honest I haven't really.. unpacked at all, and I also don't know where anything in this town is yet." Leon chuckled and slowly realised Claire more than likely didn't remember much from last night. His heart dropped slightly at this, but his voice didn't give him away.

"If you want, we can meet up tomorrow and I can show you around?" Claire replied, ignorant to Leon's realisation.

"That sounds great actually." Leon exclaimed, delighted that, even if she didn't remember his drunk declaration from last night, he could talk to her properly on Saturday about it. Claire on the other hand was on a completely different page - She thought about how great it would be to just hang out with a friend and have some fun for a while. Sure, she loved hanging out with Wesker, but a friendly voice and some fun was definitely something she'd missed all summer.

"Great!" The Redfield exclaimed as she rang the bell to signify she'd reached her destination. Standing up she lazily swung her backpack on and gave a quick wave to the bus driver. "What time suits?"

"How about I pick you up around 10am and we grab some breakfast?"

She smiled inwardly at the idea of hanging out with someone again - turning the corner, she made her way to the STARS captains home. "That sounds amazing, I know a place."

"Ah that's great, because I actually don't!"

Claire giggled at this - he was so damn cute! "Well then you should count yourself lucky you have me."

"I do." Leon meant this in a very different way than Claire took it.

"I've gotta head Leon, but I'll chat to you on Saturday?" Claire asked as she rang the doorbell for Albert's house.

"See you then Claire!" just as she pressed hang up, Albert was opening the door for her, his trademark sunglasses noticeably missing.

"Uh.. Al?" Claire asked, slightly perplexed. The glasses were as much apart of him as the hair and cocky smile, so she hadn't realised how strange it was for them to be missing until she saw it herself.

"Yes I believe so." he answered cooly as he stepped aside to let her in. "We have guests I'm afraid."

Guests? Before I could ask, a familiar little blonde girl rounded the corner, pen in one hand and paper in the other. "Sherry!" Claire squealed, rushing up to the little girl to give her a big squeeze. "Oh honey how are you?!" Claires voice had adopted a slightly higher pitch - that familiar pitch she always did when she encountered children.

"Hi Claire! my uncle said you were coming here so I drew you a picture while I was waiting!" Sherry desperately flailed her the piece of paper after Claires hug refused to let up, but after a moment she relented and had a look at the paper. It was a surprisingly detailed piece for an 11 year old - a drawing of herself and sherry she presumed. "Sherry, this is amazing!" Claire beamed, much to Sherrys delight.

"Sherrys been telling me all evening how she's decided to become an artist." Wesker commented as he gestured for us to follow him into the kitchen where the moat delicious smell was originating from.

"Yes I do! So I can go to your college!" Shery added, dashing over to her school bag where her bag rested on a kitchen chair while her father sat idly by reading the newspaper.

"Hello again doctor Birkin," Claire greeted as she shut the hall door behind her. William smiled and held up his hand "I do apologize for interrupting your evening, I'm afraid she saw your name on a report of Al's and simply couldn't go on without showing you her drawings."

Claire blushed at this - she remembered being a little kid and having art be her whole life. She'd grown with so much pain after losing her parents, and she'd poured everything she had into her art. It was a coping mechanism then, but was simply a part of her being now, and couldn't help but see so much of herself in Sherry at this moment as she took book after book out of her bag and stacked them on the table. "Look Claire! I drew a really detailed dog on my science book!" hoo boy, Claire noticed little doodles over every single book Sherry pulled out and her eyes widened. William obviously noticed this and added "Yes, she's a little obsessed.."

"Claire, a word?" Wesker asked as he took a tray out of the oven. "Yes sir." Claire joked, making Sherry giggle.

"I do apologize," he started, being sure to keep his voice low - though Claire could already hear her telling her father about a science project so there was no fear of them listening. "Williams in a bit of a bind.. an aunt of his passed away a few days ago and from what I gather, It was rather unexpected."

Claire softly gasped. "Oh my gosh, that's horrible.."

"If you wouldn't mind not saying anything to or around Sherry about it, William would be greatful.. I believe himself and Annette would like to be the ones to explain it to her." Wesker emphasised as he made sure to keep his voice low and him dishing out their food - a baked salmon by the looks of it - as loud as possible.

"Oh, of course." Claire nodded in understanding. "Is there anything I can do?" Claire asked without a moments hesitation.

"Actually, Williams asked us to babysit Sherry for the next 3 days as himself and Annette attend the funeral in Florida." Wesker stated as he began into tossing a salad - Claire would have asked did he need help but he worked so quickly, it was pretty fascinating to just watch. "Would you be able to stay and lend me a hand, dearheart?"

Claire blushed at not only the very deliberate use of her pet name, but the invitation for something so utterly domestic. Take care of a child? with the man you love? Oh my, I feel a swoon coming on.

"Absolutely, anything I can do to help." Claire smiled and gave Albert a quick peck on the cheek. Albert only smiled in response. "and, if you wouldn't mind setting the table, I'll have our food over shortly."

"A man who can cook.. I may just hold onto you." Claire joked as she returned to the table to see what Sherry was doing.

And I you, dearheart.

Sherry knew her way around the house, that much was certain. Albert was also quite the host when he wanted to be, much to Sherrys and Claides delight.

There dinner had been a delicious home made baked salmon with some baby potatoes and a freshly tossed salad, and now that she was 21, he even busted out a little white wine for the 3 adults of the table. William hung about a little bit passed a cup of coffee, then kissed Sherry goodbye. 'you have no idea how greatful myself and Annette are Claire, we owe you for this!' William promised as he made his way our the door.Little did Claire know that much like every aspect of her life this summer, she was now in another scheme of William and Albert's. William happily whistled a tune as he hopped in his car and drove to get his wife for a much needed 3 day staycation at home.

"and Claire," Sherry whispered to me as she pointed to the TV. "I love this song that's about to come up. Have you heard it?"

"Sherry, I have seen Hercules about 100 times, this is my absolute favourite song!" Claire replied enthusiastically as they both sat on the couch, Sherry in just about the cutest pink pyjamas set covered in white rabbits - Claire in an old army t-shirt of Chris' and a pair of shorts. Not exactly sexy, but she thanks her past self for having the foresight - or lack there of - not to pack anything too revealing.

Albert to his credit is on the other side of Sherry, elbow on the back of the couch, knuckles to his cheek as he valiantly pretend to pay attention for Sherrys sake.

As Megera sings about not wanting to be in love, Claire feels a heavy head hit her lap, and she realises Sherry's energy has completely and utterly depleted. Claire brushes against Albert and immediately puts a finger to her lips, pointing to Sherrys sleeping form.

Wesker points up to the ceiling with a questioning look, and Claire mouths '5 minutes'. He nods in understanding and stands up to lock the doors and start winding down the household.

Once the little girls breaths become a little deeper, she gently pulls her onto her chest and into her arms, standing up almost effortlessly. Either she's very light or I'm a lot stronger than I thought, I silently gloat to myself that it's the latter. She hears Albert silently padding towards them as he gestures for Claire to follow him, leading her into Albert's Guest room.

Last time I was in here was when I was snooping for god knows what.. and now I'm here, holding his 'niece' and going to bed with him. What a summer.

Albert was gracious enough to peel back the sheets as Claire gently set down the sleeping girl. She almost lost her composure when Sherrys arms started to squeeze her as Claire pulled away, but once she felt the soft pillow, she immediately snuggled into the soft bed. Out of the corner of Claires eye she knows she saw Wesker smile at her as she doted over Sherry, tucking her in and placing a soft kiss on her forehead. "good night darling." Claire whispered as she lead Albert out of the room, and into his own.

Albert and Claire immediately set out to sort themselves out for bed - brushing teeth, washing faces, fixing pillows, pulling back blankets and finally getting comfortable in the soft bed. A long satisfied sigh left Claires lips as she lied on her back. "You're truly a natural dearheart." Wesker purred as he slowly ran a finger up her side and over her breast, making sure to slow down once he reached ner nipple. Claire shivered and glanced over at him. "Hmm?" Claire hummed as she enjoyed his playful hands.

"with Sherry," he began. "I always guessed you were good with children, but you've truly ensnared that little girls heart." Claire smiled softly at this, a blush crossing her cheeks in a way that made Wesker think very different thoughts to a moment ago. "She's such a lovely girl, so sweet and bright. I really do love spending time with her." Claire confessed.

"Do you want to be a mother someday?" Albert asked, his fingers now circling the skin on her arm.

"I.. do.. someday, not anytime soon." Claire answered honestly. Albert now watching her carefully. "I think I'd be a good mom." she thought aloud.

"I believe you would be an exceptional mother." Albert whispered, learning down closer to her now, his other hand stretching over to her side to pull her close. Claire softly gasped at both his words and actions. "Do you want kids?" Claire asked, not entirely sure why she bothered asking such a silly question instead of just kissing him like he was heavily hinting towards.

He smiled at this, watching her closely. "I always thought I wouldn't ever have a woman who truly loved me for me by my side.. I considered myself too demanding, too unpredictable to really see a woman stay.. let alone children. Its a strange question if I'm honest Dearheart." She could tell her was working through his answer in real time, but she couldn't help but probe.

"a strange question you haven't answered." was Claires breathy reply. This earned her a quick squeeze on her side as his hands began to travel south. Oh..

"I suppose what I'm trying to say is.. I never thought I'd find a companion, and now that I have.. I can start to consider my answer to your question.. As well as others." he finished, softly trailing kisses up her neck to her ear. Claire on the outside was still, a soft smile on her lips to being called his companion, but was screaming bloody murder on the inside. Damn him! damn him for not answering!

"I know that's probably not the answer you were looking for," he whispered before planting a soft kiss on her earlobe. "but I can assure you, it is an honest one." another soft kiss on her cheek. His hand now making a beeline for her inner thigh. "and while I don't know what the future holds.." he began, planting a soft, quick kiss on her lips that made her whine from the quickness of it. "I know that as long as you were there.." his devilish fingers now making their way underneath her underwear, and outside of her wet folds. A soft moan escaped her lips. "I would be content to give you." one finger teased her opening. "anything." gently pressed against her, causing her moan to be a little louder this time. "and everything you wanted." he finished, one finger now inserted inside her.

It was embarrassing how close she was already, but it wasn't her fault - even in this cloud of lust she knew exactly what he saying. Loyalty to him meant she'd get a life she'd only ever fantasised about. Bastard! she inwardly screamed as he added a second finger and began pumping in and out at a slow pace.

"I know you want that Claire." he growled and he wrapped his free arm around the back of her head, sticking his thumb into her mouth to suck so as to quieten her moans of pleasure. " l can give you everything." he darkly promised, his sinful fingers speeding up as she bucked against them, willing them to go faster. Her eyes squeezing shut in anticipation. "A family, stability, wealth. I would cherish you every single day." Oh he's good. she was so desperately close. His sinful promises like dialogue straight from a tragic play, and she would play the part of the doomed protagonist who fell for every last word.

"We would be partners Claire." he promised, his tongue gliding up her neck, passing her chin to taste the strawberry flavoured lip gloss that was now barely clinging to her quivering lips. "You would be mine, I would be yours." his words were like poison and honey combined, and she was reaching a breaking point. He inserted a third finger now, and Claire knew she wasn't going to last much longer. "Just say yes." he growled, his voice hushed as he felt Claires breathing hitch in her chest. She was about to cum, but he couldn't allow that yet. "Say yes Claire." he repeated, his fingers now holding still deep inside her. Oh my god! No no no! don't you dare stop!

"Yes Albert!" Claire rushed out. "I'll always be yours, I'm yours now and forever! I'll do what you say, just please don't stop!" The contract signed, Albert smiled into her hair and immediately adopted his fastest pace, and within seconds he heard that beautiful gasp and quiver against his hand as he refused to let up. "Good girl.. Good girl " he praised as he continued to pump his fingers, slowing down as her breathing slowed to normal.

"Albert.. oh god." Claires eyes were closed, a smile planted on her face. Absolutely beautiful. Though he'd gotten what he wanted out of her - her word that she would remain loyal in exchange for a future with him - he couldn't deny his own mortality in this moment.

She was truly a stunning woman, and while he would never admit how he truly felt, would never chalk it down to anything other than biological response to another one of his kind, he had to admit his words to her held a small nugget of truth. How much truth he would never admit, but all he knew was that regardless of what drove them together in the first place - the why of it all - he was happier for it.

Williams words echoed in his ear. "Claire.. she... is a queen bee of sorts."

"Looks like this queen bee has found her favourite."

Albert considered his good friends words more closely for a moment. Perhaps he was drawn to her because of her pheromones, or maybe she just made him smile. Maybe a mixture of both. He wasn't willing to consider it anymore than that for now, because much to his delight, Claire was in the process of pulling down his underwear.

"Let me know if I do anything wrong.. I've only done this once before." Claire admitted as she began planting kisses all along his shaft. Albert sharply exhaled as he leaned back, his head thrown back as he enjoyed all of her actions. She was timid and she at first, a kiss here, a like there.. but as she heard the man's moans grow more frequent, her confidence rose and her actions grew faster. She was a quick learner.

"That's it Claire. Please me." he commanded as she she began to take him in her mouth, her tongue swishing over the swollen head with every pullback. He was groaning now, long low groans that turned Claire on more than she could bare. If she kept this up he would absolutely cum, but that's not how he wanted it. He was going to be in control of this.

"Claire." he gritted out. "Climb on top of me right now." he commanded, leaving absolutely no room to argue. Like the obedient slave she's suddenly become in her bosses bed, she immediately swung her leg over Albert's hips. Getting the sense she needed help, Albert held his cock as she gently swayed her hips over it. As she bit her lip, Albert whispered "go at your own pace dearheart." he held his length to her, gently patting the head to her opening. "If it's too much, we can stop."

He was being sweet to her, she knew this and smiled at his reassurance - but she took it as a challenge. He wants to see how far he can take it. Claire let herself gently slide down his length, immediately bringing much needed contact and pleasure to the both of them. Claire hadn't realised she was holding her breath until she'd let it out on his full length standing stiff inside her. "Fuck, you're massive." Claire whispered, mostly to herself but it still brought an arrogant smile to his lips. "You'll be thankful for it in about 30 seconds." Before Claire could even comprehend his sentence, both of his hands gripped her hips firmly and with the buck of his hips, moved both of them to the middle of the bed where with very little warning, he began to buck furiously against her. Claire moan hitched in her throat and she let out a loud "Oh fuck!" before she realised how loud it was. "Shhh dearheart, you'll need to get used to my size." Albert snarled as he continued to mercilessly pound into her, her arms holding onto his shoulders for dear life. "and my pace." he darkly warned as she felt that familiar sensation begin to bubble up in her lower abdomen.

He could send she was about to tip over the edge, so he grabbed the back of her neck and smashed his lips onto hers, biting her lips roughly to gain entry into that sweet, sweet mouth. Claire could only groan and oblige as swiftly as her brain could comprehend the pain and pleasure. It was so bad it was good. It was a holy sin. A poisoned honey. So bad for her, but oh so good. As their tongued danced for dominance, she couldn't hold back the scream she was about to make when her orgasm ripped through her - Thankfully Albert anticipated this and smothered it with a kiss. She vaguely registered Albert's own groan, holding her hips tightly as he held himself to the hilt of her, shooting his seed deeply inside of her.

The room smelled of sweat and cum, and all that could be heard were there haggard breaths as they came down from their high. Neither said a word as they separated and immediately nestled to each other.

Claire couldn't be sure, but as she was in between the twilight of asleep and awake, she thought Albert had said "You'll always be mine." before she drifted off into oblivion.

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