5 months 24 days ago
One week had passed since their little incident and Jill had carefully avoided him since then. He tried several times to talk with her when they ended up in the same room or the same hall and no one was around, but every time she found a "good" reason to not have a conversation with him. He felt his chances with her slipping away every day that passed. Though he had a good chance today to finally end up alone in the same room as her ; he needed someone to help him with the report of their last mission. He figured she would not have the guts to brush him off in front of the others. It was 5 pm and most of the team was in the S.T.A.R.S. office preparing to leave for home. He figured his best chance was now.
"Jill"
"Yes, captain?"
He could tell by the way she looked at him, that she knew what was coming.
"You're going to assist me for the report."
She gave him a cold smile that made him figure his evening might not be as amazing as he thought.
They had been working on the report for one hour now, and Jill carefully followed all his orders, concentrating on her work to make sure she left no "space" for the beginning of a conversation. Her efforts were in vain cause she suddenly felt his hand going down her hair. She quickly stood up, pushing him off in the same time. They were both standing in front of each other, her expression showing obvious annoyance.
"Captain, please!"
"What?" He asked, almost amused.
"You know what! And don't give me that look…"
He grinned, then started moving slowly in her direction. She moved back as a reflex. She sighed when she figured he would not stop. Eventually, she felt the wall on her back, forcing her to stop, and giving him the chance to stand only a few inches from her. He looked at her thoroughly, and ran a finger down her cheek. She gave him a cold look, obviously annoyed by his behaviors.
"Stop that already! When will you understand I don't wanna make that mistake again!"
"You're the one that knocked at my door naked under a coat."
"That was a mistake…"
"Really? Then why are your hands shaking…?"
"Cause you make me nervous…"
He moved closer, pressing his body against hers.
"Do I make you more nervous now?"
"Captain, come on…", she looked exasperated.
"And what about Chris? What if I told him what happened?", he let out, mischievously smiling.
"What?? Are you threatening me so I'll have sex with you??", she shouted, furious.
He chuckled. Getting more irritated than ever, she pushed him off, raised her hand and slapped him even harder than the first time a few days ago. He put his hand to his cheek, his annoying cruel smile finally fading away.
"Well, you sure seem to take pleasure into that."
"Fuck you!"
He suddenly grabbed her wrist and violently pulled her back close to him, not quite seeming to appreciate her insult by the look on his face.
Her breath was short, she was almost panting. She wanted to slap him again, to punch him, to spit in his face, anything to make him pay for his pitiful behavior. Instead, once again unable to explain why, she violently grabbed his head and kissed him. Their kisses were violent at first, almost hurting, but finally got softer after a few minutes. He directed them to his desk while they were still kissing. With one arm, he threw everything off of his desk to the floor and sat Jill on top of it. Desperately trying to keep in mind they were in the S.T.A.R.S. office, soon to have sex, Jill kept enough consciousness to talk to him while he was busy kissing her neck.
"Wesker, anyone could come in…", she said before sighing of satisfaction.
He suddenly stopped himself, grabbed the chair from her office and blocked it between the door knob and the floor to ensure no one could possible come in. On his way back to her, he started untying his uniform, walking slowly, reminding the way a predator silently walked to his prey.
Jill was laying naked on his desk while he was gathering all of their clothes and his papers that were scattered all over the room's floor. She was fixing the ceiling, thoughtfully. The second their intercourse was over, she felt guilty. She could not believe she did that to Chris, once again… Every time she was sinking deeper into the quicksand. Every time she was out of control, something pushed her to kiss him, something feral that was not connected to her rationality. She regretted it for Chris, but not for herself, even though it was creating a very ambiguous relationship with her Captain. But, not only could she hurt Chris badly, now she also had to convince Wesker that it was really the last time this time. Unfortunately, it seemed that he was not quite cooperative.
He gently put the clothes he gathered for her next to her on his desk and started dressing while looking at her. She felt his glance on her and looked back. She could not quite read his emotions, as usual. She eventually stood up and started dressing.
They were both silent, not quite knowing what to say. He figured she was regretting what happened . He had to find a way to convince her, either by manipulating her to it or just by asking her. Half naked, she leaned on his desk while finishing to get dressed. She was fixing the floor, almost sad. He leaned next to her, waited for any reaction, but nothing came. He finally gently covered her hand with his.
She felt his gentle touch on her and, weirdly enough, it did not bother her. She fixed his hand, as if it could not be normal to enjoy affection from this man, but, it almost felt natural to feel his hand on hers. She finally sighed and looked at him.
"Want me to drive you home?"
"Sure, Chris already left anyway."
She could not see any emotion crossing his expression, but she could still tell he did not appreciate to get reminded the presence of Chris in her life. They finally both stood up and left the office.
She did not speak the whole way back to her apartment. He could tell she felt uneasy with the whole situation.
She was thinking about what she wanted to tell him the whole way back home. How could she finally make him understand this could not happen again. She had to find the good words to convince him. She had to find the good words to convince herself too…
He finally reached her apartment building and stopped the car in front of the building's entrance. He turned to her, silent, obviously expecting her "speech". She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to focus on what she had to say.
"Listen Captain", she stopped herself to sigh, "I'm asking you this seriously, I do not wanna engage myself in that kind of relationship with you. I don't know if it would have been different if I wasn't in a relationship already, but we will never know, cause I am in a relationship right now. As much as I enjoyed these two "incidents", it creates too much stress and guilt for me to handle. I know you don't understand my reaction, but, please, just respect my choice…", she took his hand into hers, hoping he would understand her exasperation. She still could not read his emotions but somehow felt he would not play his sick mind games with her this time.
"All right, I'll leave you alone.", he seriously said.
She smiled and raised her hand to caress his cheek.
"Thanks, Captain.", she said before leaning to kiss him a last time. It was short, soft, but it tasted good for a last time, she thought.
"See you tomorrow.", she whispered before smiling at him again.
He nodded and looked at her getting out of the car. He kept his sight on her, waiting until she finally entered the building.
He failed, or did he? Now he could not push her anymore into it, that was for sure. He had to find another way to get her, he just had to…