Warmth

It was something William did for him. They had just met and started working together. Albert has fallen asleep in his chair. Waking up to find a blanket covering him. It became an unspoken thing between the two. A gesture of kindness between friends. Like making coffee for both. He didn't do it for anyone else. Not unless they did it for him first. And so far Will was the only one.

It was strange, how such a simple thing could mean so much. He never thought about it at the time. But then many years later waking up cold in his Tricell office her realized it. It was more than just a blanket. It was the warmth. The care. Will had cared about him. In his own way he had cared out Will too. They were dumb, intelligent yes, but still dumb teenagers with massive egos who believed they could get away with anything. They had power, ambition, and all they could ever want in resources. William was younger than him, only sixteen. And yet sometimes he seemed to be more mature. He shoved aspects that Albert had never considered before. Care was one of them.

And then he met Annette. He had to admit he was a little jealous. Not because Annette was some extreme beauty, no she was rather plain looking. He could have any woman he wanted but he would never marry any of them. He called William a fool. That I would not last long. Sleeping with the same woman every night when there so many better looking ones? But as he observed them it became clear that this not about sex. Well it was to some extent. He couldn't could the times when two snuck off or he had caught them. But the way they acted around each other, the look in their eyes. The care they had for each other. He couldn't understand it but at the same time he wanted it. He was jealous.

It was when he met her that he began to understand. She drew him in. He wanted to understand why. He wondered if it was pity. She was so frail looking, quiet, a mystery. He saw Spencer abuse her. Wondered if it was pity he was feeling. But when they danced at the party she didn't seem weak or someone that needed to be pitied. Sad, perhaps. Reading away from everyone, showing that she needed nothing from them. She was above their status and socializations and empty gossip. To him she seemed daring. Rejecting the norms. Doing what she pleased and not what they expected of her. He liked it.

While their conversations were in passing and about work he always looked forward to seeing her. It took him a while to notice it. But was then, when he saw her asleep in the lounge that he really questioned himself. He placed a blanked over her. Something he only did for Will. He questioned his own actions, unable to find an answer. What did she mean to him? She was still a mystery. Yet her presence always felt warm. Much like Will did but also different. He wanted to know her that much was true. And he did want her. She was good looking. But it was not her body that drew him to her. He only noticed it later.

Watching her place the piece of chocolate in her mouth, licking it of her fingers, while completely unaware, lost in her reading. He could see the chocolate press against her cheek as she rolled it her mouth and it made him think of something else. How hot her mouth would feel. How she would taste like chocolate is he kissed her. Then he sees her tongue slowly move along her finger. And he wonders how it would feel somewhere else. The feeling of her body against his from the dance they shared. She looks at him innocently. Under the table he is rock hard.

It was different. Nothing like before. He would seek out a woman when he felt the need rising inside him. Just a tool to help him get some relief. Never felt it this intensely before. She wasn't some scantily dressed hooker, not a model in one of those erotic magazines, not some random woman who happened to look good. She was showing almost no skin, aside from her hands and neck. Short hair, almost boyish looking, aside from the make up on her face. No trace of breasts visible under the somewhat loose clothing. Not something he would go for. Long hair and large breast. Yet somehow she managed to get him this exited without even trying to. He excused himself, using the clip board to cover it up. Thankful there were no other people here. Locking himself in the stall, still thinking about her. Stroking himself to completion.

He wonders why she has this effect on him. Even if he wants her, he will not act on it. Not under the watchful eyes of Umbrella, of Spencer. She is his ward. Normally he would do it, just because he can. Because she is off limits. If she was anyone else he would push her against the wall in a dark hallway. But he can't. Not with her. And he realizes he wants her to return it. He wants her to want him. It terrifies him. This new feeling he has. A feeling he cannot describe. And then he wakes up with a blanket over him. She is sitting there reading. This strange warmth, knowing she would do it for him. That she returns it. That warmth in her smile when she hands him his coffee. He felt this way with Will, but not like this. Not this strong. And he never wanted to sleep with Will. It becomes an unspoken thing between the two of them, like once did with William.

Its years later that he finally gets his wish. And as much as he hates the man, he wants to thank Fabron for not showing up. And it's the most amazing feeling, when he sees her so eager for him. And that warmth he felt seems to grow, expand. He wonders if it will gone now that he had her. The thought almost makes him feel sad. How did it feel before this? He can't remember. Doesn't want to.

When he wakes in the morning he wonders if it's all over. He finally got what he wanted. Looking at her asleep next to him, he feels that warmth in his chest. Recalling the passion they shared last night, he wants to repeat all again. To have her every night. Only her. He lets her sleep. She looks so peaceful like an angel, compared to the lustful demon from the night before. He waits for her, unsure of what would happen next. She come from room. He hands her a cup of coffee. There, in her eyes he can see it, feel it radiate. The same warmth.