Warning: Lewd stuff happens this chapter. A fair amount. There's some full on citrus here. You were warned.
Story: Quicken, Question, Quantify
Chapter Eleven: Forgiven
"Because to live in a world in which no one is forgiven, where all are irredeemable, is the same as living in hell."
-Milan Kundera, 1929-Ongoing, The Joke
July 18th, 1998 – New York City:
"When I had nothing, when I was forfeit of all but wanting, I reached into the void to grasp at anything but the emptiness. The moment your hand grasped mine, I knew I had found my way home." I hadn't really expected the words, but there they were.
Was he serious? Did he really come to care for me because of his death? I stared at his face, and it was the first time I'd ever seen him upset. Not angry or annoyed styled upset, he did that sometimes, he was vulnerable and sad. Could this really be an act? Just some way to try to manipulate me. Then, I hadn't thought so before, and he'd hidden his true background so well. Yet, those words, they resonated so much with my own soul…with the past that still haunted me. That he'd held me against and fought my darkness for me just a few hours ago…
In a way, he'd done the same for me…reached out when I was drowning. He'd been there every time I'd woken ready to fall apart lately. He'd pulled me close and made me warm when the chill threatened to suffocate me. Did it matter that we got here through dishonest means? It wasn't as if I'd been fully truthful with him yet either. Then, there were his eyes. The pale blue that told me what his words couldn't. I could see it. The real affliction was an infection we shared was one couldn't solve with blood or science. The wasting vacuum of loneliness that pulled us both toward each other as much as it threatened to consume us. In that moment, it didn't matter that he'd lied. That he'd put me at risk…because regardless of what had occurred in the past. I knew we shared something that couldn't be said.
I leaned up and kissed him. What more could I offer when words could never have been enough? He froze at first, he didn't expect it. That I'd let it go. He'd never thought I would lean in. Then his arms wrapped around me and he slowly returned the embrace. I could taste my tears, but I ignored it, wanting just this. The tender, somewhat uncertain, touch. I needed it, I needed to know that despite what he'd done he did care…and if he was lying about it, then I'd accept him as a greater deceiver than the devil. I knew that I had a lot to learn about Albert Wesker, but I also knew that we needed each other.
"Kagome…" He whispered my name almost reverently when we broke off to take unsteady breaths. His eyes were blue but almost brighter even than before. He didn't seem to know what else to say, and if the moment were less serious, I would have been amused at having rendered him speechless.
"We will work it out right?" I remarked, using his phrase at the hotel when we'd awkwardly agreed to date. "I expect a full explanation beyond our rushed one here…but later. You said we're on a schedule."
"I am not overly concerned with keeping appointments right now." He dismissed, still not having released my waist, holding it tightly. "Are you sure about this? I'm…I'm not a good person."
"No one is." I shrugged at him. "I want to know you, all the same. Dark, light, shadows, and so on. But again, later. If what my blood can do is so dangerous, then we should do what you wanted."
"What?" He was surprised again; I was growing to enjoy bringing his eyebrows up in that arch. It was sort of cute.
"The transfusion. Let's do it. Let's finish this with Birkin as safely as possible." I replied. "It's not free though. I expect honesty from here on."
"All right." He stated, still stunned judging from the way he hadn't moved. The way his voice was not quite the perfect neutral. "I have the equipment here. I'll need to push the flight back."
"Okay." I nodded, that was perfectly natural. I'd stopped crying, seeming to have a better handle on what had just happened than he did. "You'd need to move for that."
"Right." He let go of me, the lines of warmth on my back seeming to ache from the sudden absence of pressure. "I'll be right back. Take a seat in one of those chairs, they fold from the wall."
He pointed at a small section with metal pieces that could fold down and had restraints attached…I glanced after him, but he'd already ascended. What on earth was he planning to use this for? Did I want to know?
It was all still filtering in…what he'd truly told me when he'd said he worked for Umbrella. He'd helped make this horrible zombie virus then? Was that why he'd been planning to betray them? There were so many mutable factors…I needed more information. Information I probably should have gotten before volunteering to trade blood with him. What if it didn't work like he predicted? What if it killed him? I swallowed at the thought, however I felt about his treachery…it was nothing compared to how much I feared the idea of losing him. He'd wanted me…me for me…not for someone else. Perhaps he'd still been interested because of my abilities but…
"When I had nothing, when I was forfeit of all but wanting, I reached into the void to grasp at anything but the emptiness. The moment your hand grasped mine, I knew I had found my way home."
The confession echoed in my head. He'd cared for me because I'd held him as he died…because I'd called out for him…defended him. How could I take that as less than genuine? He'd seemed ready to cry when I freaked out. He didn't seem to want to let go just now…how were any of those things not signs of attachment? We hadn't known each other long, but I knew he didn't want to let me go anymore than I did him.
"There." He stated just before I heard a small pressurized hiss and the door above us slid shut. "Let's avoid interruptions. I'll get everything prepared."
"Are you sure about this?" I asked as he walked to start gathering equipment. "I know you think it'll work, but if it doesn't…"
I couldn't quite bring up the idea of his death as a result of me…
"I will add a timer to the straps if I'm unable to take them off myself." He stated. "I expect the process will be very painful for me, but I don't want you to interfere. That could be worse."
"Then, should we do it?" I frowned at the idea. "I don't want to cause you pain."
"Even after I lied?" He sounded honestly curious. What sort of upbringing did he have?
"I'm not happy you lied; it doesn't mean I want to harm you." I replied. "What would that solve?"
"Nothing, I suppose." He relented to my point. Walking over to hang up a couple of bags and start attaching needles. Pausing when he pulled down the chair and I sat. "Are you sure about this?"
"No, not at all." I replied. Trying to come off more confident than I felt. It wouldn't do me any good to resist on fear alone. I doubted he'd put himself at high risk just to do this. "But if it could help us both. It seems silly to pass it up. As you said, you touched my blood before and were fine."
"All right." He nodded, continuing to set up. Adding another mark to the growing several in my arm. I was starting to look like a heroine addict. I watched him strap himself into the opposite chair, setting a timer with a computer as to when to release us. Apparently, he didn't even trust himself not to try to get away…that couldn't be a good sign. Unlike the moment of pause he'd given me, he didn't hesitate when he put the needle in his own arm. Though it was only a few seconds before he hissed in discomfort and his muscles tensed.
"Wesker…" I wasn't sure if I could really stop him at this point. I had just made another decision way too fast.
"I'll be fine." He stated, but I could hear a slight strain, there was sweat beginning to break along his skin. I glanced to my own arm's 'intake' of his blood as it were. It tingled slightly, felt odd but not painful. I hadn't really thought too much about how he was giving me the viruses he possessed in this little exchange. Would that alter me? After the last transfusion I'd been acting odd. I had gone along with this one without really taking the time to consider it. Even despite the fact he'd lied. I wasn't as annoyed about it as I probably should be. Pathetic really that I'd been so afraid of being alone I hadn't taken the time to think about all this more thoroughly. None of this was like me.
His fingers had tightened around the ends of his chair, bending small grooves into it. He was exceptionally strong, easily on the level of powerful demons. Would I gain that sort of strength? Or was it different for everyone? He hadn't talked in too much about these things, but the implication was different people took to the illnesses differently. I was apparently some unique factor in it all. Cause I could never be normal. I didn't want to just turn into a monster, but why did it have to be my abilities again that caused someone to pay attention to me?
"Kagome." His voice was more strained than a moment ago. I glanced to him all the same, wishing he hadn't put the sunglasses back on for this. It was easier to tell what he was thinking or feeling when he didn't wear them. "How are you?"
He was drenched in sweat now, and it was clear the pain was much worse for him. His usually perfectly slicked back hair was sticking to his forehead and temples. Yet, he was asking about me. I nodded. "I'm all right, I'm more worried about you."
"I'll manage." He assured, leaning his head back against the wall. His breath was faster than a few minutes ago. He was not well, so at least he hadn't lied about it. Then, I couldn't start assuming he was being dishonest all the time or there was little worth in the gesture of forgiveness.
My arm started to ache, there was a dull almost chill up to my shoulder. Was that the virus then? Was that how my body reacted to it? This was a bad idea now that I had to just sit here experiencing who knows what? Yet, it was just the minor discomfort, less even than an overworked muscle or chill breeze. A strange thing to complain about when compared to whatever was happening to Wesker.
Metal screeched in echo to my thoughts, he bent down the armrests slightly. I think it was subconscious since his head was still back and I guessed his eyes were closed. Was I killing him? That was specifically what I didn't want.
"Wesker…" I repeated his name. "You sure…"
"It's fine." He interrupted in a clipped remark. "It just hurts. It will pass."
"Over a few hours?" I really should not have agreed to this. He looked miserable, and probably felt worse given how little he talked about any sort of discomfort. I wanted to help him, but my abilities would cause more harm than good. I glanced away when the chair arm bent a little further, what was his plan after he'd destroyed his chair? I closed my own eyes, trying not to focus on the quick breaths nearby.
Recalling the way, he panted in the car after our long kiss. The way his lips pressed into me; his hands so easily maneuvered me closer to him. How I'd wanted his hand to slip between my legs…
I popped my eyes open again; I didn't want to start picturing that. Had the blood inspired those feelings on again? Did exchanging blood like this work as some sort of freaky aphrodisiac? From the way my abdomen tightened when I glanced to him, I expected that was one of the side effects. You wouldn't see that on a warning label anywhere…
He wasn't really paying attention to me; he was still steadily bending down the armrests of his chair. His breathing was akin to the swift breaths I'd seen in our more charged experiences. Yet, this wasn't arousal. He had sweat enough that the clothing he wore was wet from the effort. He was dripping with it. That couldn't be normal. Then, it was probably too late to stop. It'd been at least ten, possibly twenty minutes. He said he'd set it to be fast, but then hadn't told me exactly how long it would take. If a normal transfusion took three to four hours? What was fast? One, two?
I doubted he was up for conversation. He seemed almost to be concentrating to keep himself as still as he'd managed. His muscles were taught from the effort, his jaw set. This wasn't a little pain; he was in agony. Yet, fear for what could happen if I tried to stop it kept me from struggling. I didn't know if I could even escape this chair. What good would it do him if it only made it worse if I tried?
So, that's how I stayed. Unsure and regretful of my choice, for another while. It felt an eternity, several hours as opposed to whatever time had passed. I jumped when he took a deeper shuttering breath, slowing his breathing actively. He'd probably started to mess up his oxygen levels from the near hyperventilation. Had something gotten easier then or had he just realized he needed to calm himself?
"You still all right?" He didn't look at me when he asked, his voice was infused with discomfort.
"I'm worried about you. You look horrible." I remarked bluntly. "Is it getting better?"
"Slowly." He confirmed. "It is worse than I'd imagined. Though manageable now."
"I'm sorry, I should have thought this through more before just saying we should do it." I stated, uncomfortable with what had just happened.
"It was mutual…fear makes people do stupid things." He commented, his glasses sliding off his face when he finally leaned his head away from the wall. We both watched them clatter to the floor.
"Were you afraid?" I didn't expect that.
"Weren't you?" He retorted. "Neither of us wanted to part with the other."
"Fair." I wasn't sure how to reply to that. I'd known he wanted me then…I'd been completely certain of it. Now, there was still that nagging fear that this was a game and I'd been played like a fiddle. "We almost done then?"
"I'm not sure." He shrugged as best he could in the restraint of the chair. "I wasn't really paying attention to the time. I'd hope so, I wouldn't mind a change of clothes."
"Well, as we're literally stuck here…tell me about your life. Tell me the truth this time…not rushed half-truths." I needed to hear what I'd gotten into. I needed to know he'd trust me to care either way.
"I'm not certain now is the time." He stated, his lips twitching downward at the serious look I offered him. His grey-blue eyes scanned mine then he nodded slowly.
"No sugar coating it." I stated. Not wanting surprises later.
"You make it sound so easy…" He muttered.
"It is easy, you just state things that aren't lies or half-truths." I challenged.
"Difficult when you were raised to do both of those all the time." He returned, as though frustrated by my request. Then relenting before I could lose my temper. "I will try."
"I said I worked for Umbrella." He commented after a long pause. "That's not a lie, but as you guess it's not the complete story. Umbrella raised me. I was an orphan and they took me in, like several other children, indoctrinating us from a young age to be loyal to the company and work for them."
I blinked at that, slowly trying to wrap my head around it. It sounded like a bizarre spy story, what sort of company had the power to both adopt and indoctrinate its own workers?
"Not everyone at the company was taken on at such a young age." He stated, as if reading my thoughts. "Though, there are more mindlessly loyal employee's than you might expect. Umbrella has a way with instilling loyalty, through whatever means possible."
"You said you stopped being loyal though." I pointed out. That was good right?
"I will get to that." He answered tiredly, as if this conversation was more draining than the transfusion. "Umbrella, you see, has the face of a major pharmaceutical company. The perfect cover for biological weapon research under the pretense of searching for a cure."
Terrifying but I didn't interrupt.
"They've been trying to work out the use of viruses as bio-weapons for decades. My primary original purpose in the company was to aid on such research. I helped develop the t-virus with Birkin, we were colleges for many years." He opened one eye to look at me. "We couldn't come up with a way to properly alter the virus to our needs. What we were really after would only come up in a handful of people across the globe."
"What were you really after?" I frowned at all this. He'd really helped create this thing that had turned that family in the cabin into monsters.
"We wanted to create a weapon that could alter people into living fighting machines that still had some sense of intellect and could be controlled. Augmentations were crafted, we could make people stronger and faster, but we couldn't really forge a tyrant as we called them." He smirked, as if something was funny about all this. "Birkin's probably frustrated I could have been an excellent test subject this entire time."
"You?" I furrowed my brow.
"A tyrant." He repeated the name. "I mutated but kept my general appearance, maintained my sense of self. My intellect. Were I still loyal to the company, I would have been a great asset to them?"
I'd seen him fight; I couldn't argue that…
"Eventually, I grew bored with research. I spent eleven years with Birkin failing to perfect the t-virus, so I left. I wasn't as sharp at the job as he was. I wasn't fit to it. So, I put in for a transfer out of the laboratory we worked together in. I was approved to join the military for other training and put time in service before joining a few mercenary teams and then being assigned undercover for the S.T.A.R.S. team at Racoon City." He explained, it was glossing over years of life, but I expected he was trying to focus on what I'd been more involved with.
"I realized Umbrella was somehow manipulating my life. The leader of the company had always allowed me to move more readily than other employees. I had been afforded more opportunity and training…and yet I was pushed into situations that seemed controlled somehow. My life was as a puppet to his whims." His voice had grown dark, clearly not a fan of this man he spoke of. "Spenser had been the one to arrange my adoption, he'd made certain I was allowed to alter my career path while keeping me close to the company."
"Yet, this life…the research, the black-market nature of the weaponry I was trained to use was all I knew. I planned with Birkin to betray the company; he wasn't exactly a fan either after spending most of his life on a project that was barely starting. We'd agreed to gather combat data on the assets, but then to burn it down and run. Switch employers by taking all the work we'd done to another bidder. Then you appeared, and it altered the playing field." He stated, closing his eyes again. "You know the story from there."
"You were just gonna sell this dangerous thing to someone else?" I was surprised, I knew he'd lied to me, but he spoke of bioterror as such a nonchalant thing. The same man that had held me after I'd had nightmares was so indifferent to inflicting them on others.
"It wasn't about the money, though I won't lie that I wouldn't have refused it." He replied, not opening his eyes again. "I wanted to unmake Umbrella. To destroy them so they had no choice but to disappear. After what they'd done to me…it became an obsession to tear them apart. To be honest, I still do. It isn't as if the world will miss them."
"But, you could have caused those dangerous things to infest that whole town." I remarked, thinking of the city where I'd stayed when I'd first gotten here.
"That was never the goal. The plan was to implode the system before we left." He answered. "Though as you desire honesty, I'll tell you; I wouldn't have lost sleep over the people in Racoon City."
I felt a bit cold at the remark. Would he really not care if an entire city of people were killed just out of his quest for vengeance?
"Umbrella didn't push empathy as a skill beyond a means to manipulate." He stated, again seeming to read my thoughts. "I've cared about precious few people in my life. I know you have little reason to believe it, but you are one I do hold in high esteem."
I only nodded quietly. I wasn't sure how to take in everything he'd said. He'd seemed so nice…was he even the man I felt so close to? He said it had become real after he'd returned to life…but was that true or just a good narrative? Could I really care about someone that didn't care if so, many died? Yes…
Regardless of his morality, I knew I couldn't just walk away at this point.
"Okay." I said. "Thank you."
"That's all?" He perked a brow, one eye focused on me again.
"Yeah…I asked for the truth and I don't see why you'd lie about any of that. I still need to process a little, but you still did what I asked." I explained. Shrugging. "It wouldn't be fair if I got mad at you again. Then, maybe it's just the blood loss."
"You aren't losing blood; you're getting it right back. It's not being lost." He stated, a bit amused. Letting his eye slide shut. "I…"
He was cut off by the computer announcing an end to the time and our chairs releasing us from our restraints. I pulled myself free and got up, moving over to help him where the belts got caught on the busted-up frame. He'd done more damage to it than I'd realized.
"You sure you are all right?" He wasn't too swift to move himself after the chairs released us, and the hooks still had blood running between us. He nodded to me as he reached to stop the machines. At least it was a little more technical than the night in the car.
"I'll be fine. My body is still adjusting. I expect it won't take long. Once I clean up, we can go." He explained, settling a bandage over my arm before moving to work on himself. He looked like he'd just finished several marathons in a row…his clothes stuck to him and the aroma of sweat had filled the space. There was a small shower, so I assumed he'd use that…I moved to dig for clothes for him as he took his boots and shoes off. Finding a locker with suitable attire. He stumbled slightly when he got to his feet.
"Are you sure you're up to play infiltration? You are having trouble standing up." I remarked, blinking in surprise and letting out a small yelp when he grabbed me and put me back into one of the chairs, starting to unlace my boots. "What are you doing?"
"I figure you could use the clean up too." He stated, glancing up from where he was taking off my shoes. A vague glint of red to his eyes. "You didn't notice you'd been sweating as well?"
I looked down at myself, and sure enough the shirt I had on had spots of wet. Not as much as him, but more than I had noticed. "Okay, well, I think I can take off my own shoes."
"Does it embarrass you? Me undressing you?" He challenged. My skin tingling where his fingers brushed my calves as he hooked them around my socks. "You are turning red again."
"Am not…" I said with a conviction I didn't feel. I could tell I was getting warm in the face. I paused his hands when he finished with my socks and settled on the button to my pants.
"We'll never get anywhere, if you can't relax a little." He murmured, taking my hands to set them on his hips before reaching for my pants again. I swallowed lightly, very aware of every brush of the fabric and tease of his skin when he took down my zipper and reached around to pull the clothing down, hooking the underwear to bring it with. I stepped out of it, blushing more at the way he looked up at me…eyes glowing a clear crimson. His fingers traced back up my legs, my thighs, slipping up under my shirt as he ran them along the length of my body. Lines of tingling heat left in the wake of his touch, I ducked out of the shirt as he pulled it up. Not expecting him to capture my lips the moment my head was free. My arms were still tangled in the sleeves as he pressed me against the cool metallic wall, lifting me slightly with his leg as it parted mine. It was as if he'd suddenly become drunk on passion and intent on dosing me with it as well.
I murmured an incoherent something against his lips, unsure myself if it was pleasure or protest as I returned the kiss. I leaned forward toward him when he pulled back but couldn't reach his lips from where he held me firmly to the wall. "Undress me…"
It wasn't a request he was giving; he pulled my shirt the rest of the way off my arms and leaned in to kiss my neck, one hand curling into my hair as the other stroked my waist. I raised my hands to his shirt…touching the top button before hesitating.
"Would you rather start lower?" I could feel the reverberated amusement under my fingers, his voice had an edge of teasing, but it was thick with desire. I slipped the button free, trailing my fingers along the smooth fabric of his shirt to the next.
"Can't you back up a bit." I remarked. "This is starting to hurt my back. And it's cold."
"I'll warm you soon enough, if you can focus long enough to open the buttons…" He replied but slid me up his leg with a hand that slid around the small of my back. I managed to get a third free, fumbling with the fourth when he kissed my collarbone, tracing the length of it with his teeth. I shivered lightly, why was he trying to make this more difficult? I managed to get the next few buttons free as his lips were making a trail toward my chest. The hand that had been on my back lifting to make swift work of my bra clasp. He pulled me with him into the shower, fumbling a moment with the knobs while I worked at his belt. He apparently wasn't worried about getting his pants wet, and I didn't care either in the moment.
Now that I'd started, I was intent on finishing. I got the belt loose and he lowered me down to help finish freeing himself of the now soaked clothes. The chill initial burst of the water was already heating up. He lifted me back up into the chill tile to the side of the shower, and I gasped as much at the cold as the sensation of his lips around my breast, the spray of the water curling over both of us. I dug a hand into his hair, the other was on his shoulder to steady myself. How could something feel like this?
I whimpered when he slipped his free hand down to thumb over my womanhood, twitching slightly at the unexpected pleasure. He held me firmly to the wall though, pealing back from my breast to look at me when I made the sound. His eyes were undoubtably glowing and a stark brilliant red. This was a lot farther than I had wanted to go…
"Touch me." He hissed in my ear, teeth capturing the lobe. His forceful baritone left little to be argued with. I let out a half-mewled grievance at being ordered but lowered the hand in his hair down his chest. Hesitating when I got closer to his stomach. One of his fingers slipped inside me and my breath hitched as he drew it out, then slipped it in again. He growled an impatient reminder of his previous command and with a brazenness I didn't know I had I grabbed the obvious erection to run my hand along it. I didn't know what could hurt him, but from the grunt he offered and the faster pace his fingers now curled within me I assumed it was all right.
I shuttered at the attention, was this really what sex was like? No wonder he'd said I'd regret hesitating. I was panting, wet, hold and cold all at once, and dizzy with a pressure building in my abdomen. It was almost too much, but so much I didn't have time to overanalyze.
"Wes-ker." I hissed his name, barely managing both syllables as his fingers simulated the act I'd been so frightened of. He pushed me harder into the wall, pressing his lips back into mine as if to force me still when my body continued to twitch. It was so much I wanted an escape while also never being let go. I had never wanted anything as much as I wanted him right now. I wanted whatever crescendo was crashing close to me, I knew it was there. That there was something more.
"Kagome…" He breathed my name against my lips. His voice infused with lust and I shuttered, my body shaking almost uncontrollably where I was held as pleasure rushed through my core and shattered outward into my limbs. I panted with the effort, pops of bliss making any sort of focus but the man that had driven me to this impossible. I didn't have time to consider just what had happened before he'd moved me under the spray of the water, finding another wall that was freshly cold and this time when he slipped inside me it wasn't his fingers. My breath hitched, the pleasure altering to pain and I dug nails into his shoulders. Ow…
"It will pass." He promised, grinding against me. Tears had popped into my eyes and I blinked at him, unsure. I was higher this time than before, if this had been a normal shower and the water wasn't coming from the ceiling, I certainly would have been slammed into it. His mouth closed around my breast he hadn't given any attention to before and his thumb played along my outside as he thrust into me again, slowly pushing at a pressure that was far less comfortable than the first time.
I threw my head back all the same, the sting mixing with satisfaction at his well-placed attention. My hands on his shoulders digging in for lack of any other purchase, legs curling around his waist at the sensations. My body wanting more…regardless of the discomfort of the first time. Everything was wet, not just the shower. I whimpered when I'd pulled myself around him, but he maintained a slow pace…sure it hurt but not so much I didn't want it.
"Here I thought you were so innocent." He commented, hands playing down my sides as he thrust again. Each time a bit deeper than the last.
"Wesker…" I murmured in irritation at his leisurely pace. "Please."
"Oh? Please what?" He trailed his tongue around the outside of my nipple all the while keeping my gaze somehow even while water ran in tiny streams outlining the taunt muscles of his chest and arms. Left his perfect hair disheveled. I swallowed at the stare he gave me, my eyes fluttering almost closed when he pressed into me again. Was he tormenting me on purpose?
"Please…" I repeated, not really capable of keeping much coherent thought.
"What do you want, Kagome?" He inflected each syllable with a new taste of his lips, somehow every area he pressed seemed sensitive to him.
"This…" I hissed when he pressed into me again. I could already feel the pressure building inside me, the pain starting to ebb after the earlier sparks of pain.
"Undescriptive…" He murmured, though he was already starting to move a little faster, my hips moving as best I could with him to generate friction between us. At least as much as he would let me…I whimpered when he slowed us again. "Such a hurry after all that reluctance. Was I not throughout enough before we started in earnest?"
Now was when he wanted to have a conversation?
"Wesker, shut up." I hissed, leaning down to kiss him again, ignoring the rush of water that curled over my shoulders when I did. I couldn't keep our lips locked long, needing to break to breath since I'd never fully filled my lungs before we started. He teased me without words after my complaint, tongue and mouth returning to my skin to explore as his body did inside me. I could barely handle it, the slow build he'd set up. Then, he wasn't slow anymore. We pulled against each other, finding a rhythm as I bounced slightly off the tiles, nails digging lines into the wall when I tried to find anything else to grasp in the open room as he crushed against me, into me. His breath was much faster now as well, as we crashed into each other with reckless abandon, the water around us forgotten as the growing tightness called for a release. I dug my nails into his back when the pleasure rushed through me a second time. A moment where everything in the world didn't matter except the flash of euphoria that curled through my body.
I let out a ragged breath, but it caught in my throat as he slammed my arms into the tile, still riding his own pleasure as mine continued to force me to twitch. He immobilized me as his own body shuttered, a warmth filled me that rode the waves of my pleasure. Something about his bliss matching mine made it all the sweeter. His pace swiftly shutting down after a few final pumps of his hips before he hesitantly pulled me free of him, more than water sliding down along my legs. He let my arms go and had I not grasped onto his shoulders I probably would have fallen, my legs felt like I'd forgotten how to use them. I clung instead to him, as he held me, each of us breathing heavily as the water continued to crash around us.
End Chapter
There you go. Hopefully that was acceptable. I don't do full citris all that often as I worry it'll suck. I was tempted to go back and reread it/change it, but that wasn't the point of this fic so I'm not. Hopefully this sates those out there into the lewd moments. Next chapter will be by Wesker perspective, so more lewd.
-Aura
To my reviewers:
Keotaka – not exactly.