Wesker didn't know what happened. He didn't understand what the Shefield was doing to him. One minute they were going to watch a movie and the next they were making out like highschoolers. Wesker wasn't inexperienced in the act of sex but he seldomly spent time kissing the ones he was going to lay with. For reasons Wesker hadn't figured out yet, Claire was different. Wesker thought about the last couple of hours. After Claire had given him that shy touch of the lips, he had kissed her with such hunger. Her mewls and squeaks of approval only further encouraged him. They kept the kiss going until Wesker broke it off. Claire's eyes had been hooded with lust and she was grinding her hips down on his growing erection. Wesker noticed his hands had moved to rest on her ribs just under her breasts. He quickly shook his head and placed her back on the couch and stood. He turned to look at her. She looked so small curled on the couch, her legs pulled up and her chin resting on her knees. She seemed to be pleading with him with her eyes. "This is not a good idea, Miss Redfield. We have a business arrangement. You're inebriated and while I am not a good man, I do have some respect for you to know that this isn't the proper way to behave. I apologize for my moment of weakness. Goodnight, Miss Redfield."

Now that Wesker was in his own room, and taking a shower, he couldn't help but remember the way Claire's skin felt, and how sweet her lips tasted. He wondered how the rest of her would feel and taste. They weren't the experienced, well-planned kisses he was used to. No, these were sloppy and sweet. They had emotion behind them and Wesker wasn't sure how he felt about that. He was the type that didn't feel anything at all. Nothing besides anger and the want to make the world a better place, no matter the consequences. He had done unimaginable things when he was under Spencer, and now, he was just trying to see his plan through. He couldn't let things such as feelings for an exceptionally attractive little redhead get in the way of what he wanted. Not to mention how dangerous that would be for her.

Wesker was in the middle of all of these thoughts when he heard a crash coming from the direction of the living room. He immediately ran out of the shower and put a towel around his waist on his way out. "Claire, what is going on?!" "Oh, I'm sorry Wesker," he heard her soft voice in the kitchen, "I was carrying my glass to the sink when I stubbed my toe and dropped it. I'll get it cleaned up." Wesker looked at the broken glass at her feet. "You're bleeding." He stated dryly. "Oh, shit! I'm sorry, I'll clean that up too." Wesker walked back into his room and emerged a few seconds later wearing boxers, he walked over to Claire, careful to avoid the glass, picked her up and placed her on the countertop. "Let me see" he softly said. Claire lifted her foot into his reach, and he looked down at it. "Stay here." He commanded her. Wesker didn't know why he felt inclined to help the girl, but he found himself going into his lab to obtain a first aid kit. When he got out, he cleaned and bandaged her foot for her. She said nothing the entire time, just stared at him with her jaw a little bit slack and her eyes wide. "There you are, Dearheart. I hope that you are more careful next time." She was still just staring at him and made no move to get off the counter. Seeming to notice he had moved to allow her to get down, she shook her head to get out of the daze. "What is on your mind Dearheart?" He would indulge in her seemingly need to talk. If only to put his own mind at ease. "I guess I just feel stupid. I mean, I threw myself at you and you turned me down. I'm embarrassed and ashamed. I took the first man that even looked my way and became a slut. It wasn't me being drunk, it was me being lonely. It wont happen again, Wesker, and I'm sorry for attempting it in the first place." With that she got of the counter, walked down the hall to her room and shut the door.

Wesker cleaned up the mess that was left on the floor and started to walk back to his room to get some rest after he'd become mentally exhausted. He stopped outside of Claire's door when he hear the faint sniffles that came with crying. Normally this would irritate him, but he couldn't help but feel some stab of sympathy for the younger Redfield. He knew she didn't frequently have visitors or male companions, it was why he had no problems getting into her house undetected but he assumed that was of her own doing. Claire was a pretty girl, many guys would kill for a chance to even speak to her, so why was it that she was always alone? Wesker had his knuckles knocking softly on the wood before he even realized what he was doing. "Miss Redfield? May I come in?" He didn't hear a confirmation but he also didn't hear an argument so he slowly opened the door to find her laying facedown in her bed, similar to the way a teenage girl would. He couldn't help chuckling as he walked toward her bed and sat himself on the edge of it. "Dearheart, my hesitation was not based on the fact that I did not want, well, YOU. It does not feel right sleeping with you while you are intoxicated, and I know that you would feel shame for it in the morning." Claire sat up and looked at Wesker, he noted her tear-stained face, and wiped away the fresh tear that was making its way to her chin. "You did nothing wrong, Claire, and there is nothing wrong with you. Also, I don't believe you to be a slut." Claire let out a soft laugh. "It just doesn't make sense." She almost whispered. "What doesn't?" Wesker asked. "How I feel around you. I feel safer than I ever have and like you actually WANT me here, which I know isn't true, but I just feel comfortable. And you're so handsome and you were right there, and it just felt like something I should do. I don't know what I'm saying. I'm a Redfield, you hate me, I'm only here because you need me here." Wesker smirked. "That's where you are wrong Claire. I don't NEED anyone. I requested you come with me because I wanted your help. You didn't have to come along, but you did. Also, I never recall telling you I hated you. As I remember you've always been the more favorable Redfield in my opinion." God, her lips looked heavenly. Wesker didn't know what it was he was feeling towards the redhead on the bed, it wasn't love by any means, it could only be described as a fervent want. Claire opened her mouth to respond but all that came out was a small squeak when Wesker placed his lips on hers in a demanding kiss. He pushed his tongue against her lips asking permission to enter. His hands were on her shirt pulling it up over her head and moved his way to kiss down her neck. Claire was moaning in response, and it was only further encouraging him. He brought up a hand to her nipple and pinched it slightly causing Claire to lay back on the bed. Wesker found himself on top of her reaching to pull her pants off, left in only her panties, Claire was breathtaking. "You're perfect." He told her, before lowering himself to her nipple and gently biting it. Claire bucked her hips into Wesker's growing erection. "Wesker." She moaned his name. and began kissing him in abandonment. He ran a finger across her folds, and she whimpered into the kiss. This, Wesker decided, was much better than a casual business arrangement. Claire let out a needy noise and sat up on her elbows as he stepped away to remove his boxers. She lay back down on the soft bed and Wesker tugged at her panties. Seeming to realize what he was going for, she lifted her hips to help him as he worked them off. Wesker placed a quick kiss on her lips as he spread her thighs apart. He noticed Claire close her eyes, as if she were nervous he wouldn't like what he saw. She was perfect, and she was his. He leaned over and kissed her again, to reassure her that this was okay, that they both wanted this. Carefully he positioned himself at her entrance and began entering. He felt Claire bite into his bottom lip as he went further inside of her. He ignored it out of the sheer control he was exhibiting not to thrust full force into her tight, wet, heat. He pushed slowly further and further inside until he was fully there. He let out a sigh as he eased himself back out. Her hands were on his back, nails digging in every time he thrust slowly stroking the fire that was pooling in her lower abdomen. The blonde sped his movements based on the noises she was making, her beautiful blue eyes locked with his red ones. He felt like he was going to drown in the ocean that existed in them. He adjusted his angle and her eyes closed and her neck tilted back. He took this opportunity to bite down on her collarbone, marking her as his for the time being.

"Oh my god, Wesker!" Claire cried, and began moving her hips in time with his. He smirked as she pleaded with him to go harder, faster. Knowing she was close, he obliged. She was his now and no one else could touch her but him. This was what he was thinking as he began slamming into her and she was writhing beneath him. She was breathing heavy, breasts moving up and down with her labored breaths. Her walls clenched around him, and he kept going, not stopping as she was shuddering from the orgasm he had brought her. Unable to hold off any longer, he went harder and faster until he too, was toppling over the edge with his own orgasm. Placing a quick kiss on her lips, he rolled off of her and disappeared into the bathroom to clean up. He emerged a few moments later and handed Claire a towel to clean herself up with as well. Without saying anything else, he collected his boxers off the floor and left to his own room, closing the door to Claire's on his way out.

Sidenote: I've literally never written a spicy scene before so if it seems awkward, that's because I felt awkward while writing it. LOL