New chapter, this one is a little bit more "mature" than the other ones. I felt this scene was necessary to the story as it portrays the bizarre relationship between the two of them, as well as the way Wesker gets what he wants with her. Don't be shy to review, even if it's a negative one!

5 ­and a half months ago

Things had finally been smoother between Jill and Wesker, he started treating her the same way he used to a few weeks ago. She felt extreme release, thinking that chapter of her life was behind her, even though his naked body came to her mind on lonely nights. She remembered every part of his body, every place he touched her, the few crass words he let out during their intercourse, his voice still echoing in her head.. She smirked at the stupidity of the situation, at how she fell for her own boss in the most cliché way possible..

She was bored on her couch, trying to find a decent show to watch when she heard a knock at her door. She figured it was Chris who wanted to finish his evening with her after taking a beer with the other S.T.A.R.S. members. She opened the door, not expecting what would happen.

The second she saw Wesker standing there, she knew it was not over after all. She closed her eyes smiling sourly.

"Captain… Come in…"

She closed the door behind him, then crossed her arms, expecting what was about to happen.

He had desperatly searched for a way to get her in his bed again the whole week, but nothing came to his mind. He could not threaten her to lose her job, she was too honest to accept. Obviously, threatening her to tell Chris would not work a second time. He decided to go for broke; knocking at her door with no plan hoping his "charms" on her would operate. There was that very strong sexual attraction between the two of them that she was denying but that was still obviously present.

He looked at her for a moment, silent. She was only wearing an oversize t-shirt as well as a very short pyjama pants. He stared at her long legs, wishing he could grab them and caress them right now without having to go through all the useless conversations. She sighed, quickly losing patience.

"Sexy outfit."

She kept her cold smile, obviously annoyed.

"Did you come all the way here to give me your approval on my choices of nightgown?"

"I like you the best when you get feisty, Jill", he said grinning.

"Oh please, spare me the corny cliché lines for tonight…"

He started moving in her direction. She stayed still, knowing it was useless to move back anyway. She knew too well what was going to happen… In front of him, she had as much willpower as a kid in front of a frosted cake…

He stopped a few inches from her, their bodies almost touching.

"Do you mind if I kiss you, Jill?", he asked, smirking. It was more an order than a question.

"Actually, I do, but, will that stop you?", she dared him, her hands getting sweaty.

He raised his hand to her neck, but did not touch it, instead, he left almost no space between both their skin. His hand went down, following the curves of her body, carefully avoiding any contact. Her breath started accelerating, getting more heavy as only the warmth irradiating from his hand touched her body. "Vicious asshole…", she thought to herself. She knew exactly what he was trying to do ; he wanted her to make the first move… One of his twisted game to prove himself he was right all along… She wanted to kiss him, for the only purpose of removing that damn proud smirk from his face…

"Fuck off…", she thought as her hand reached the back of his neck, pulling his lips to hers…

She was laying on her side while he was laying on his back, her legs mixed with his. She was looking thoroughly at him, taking advantage of one of the only moment she ever saw him with his eyes closed.

"What is it that you always win?", she asked, sighing heavily.

He opened back his eyes and chuckled for a few seconds, until his glance got suddenly serious. He turned, facing her, almost scanning her.

"Why don't you give me a chance?"

Her face showed extreme surprise, as if she did not believe she heard him properly. He grinned then started kissing her neck.

"You could have that everyday!", he said in between kisses.

"No, thank you!", she said giggling.

"No?", he asked, almost amused.

Her breath was slowly accelerating, getting heavier.

"No…"

He slowly moved on top of her, making sure to look into her eyes the whole time, his glance confident. They started kissing, his tongue slowly caressing hers. He broke the kiss as it was getting more passionate, grinning maliciously. He started kissing her neck, nibbling her skin, then slowly moved down. He travelled to her belly, kissing it tenderly, then gave some attention to her sides. Her breath was getting heavier, accompanied by her soft moans. He finally found his way to her breast, nibbling the tips softly. Her moans intensified, her face expressing the pleasure she felt.

"You won't change your mind?", he asked lightly, taking his attention away from her breast.

"No…", she whispered, impatient than he returned his attention to what he was doing a few seconds ago.

"You sure…?"

"Yes…"

His interest returned to give her the pleasure she desperatly sought for. After a few seconds, his hand slowly travelled down. She gasped as one of his finger entered her damp spot. She moaned more ferociously as he slowly massaged her sensitive bud.

"Will you change your mind, dear heart?"

"No…"

He suddenly stopped himself after a few minutes, moving up and placing a knee in between her legs to part them. She finally spread wider, giving him the chance to install himself. He pressed his lips on hers, one of his hand in her hair, and slowly thrust inside her. She gasped inside his mouth, her hands reaching for his back, grabbing firmly his skin. Without stopping to thrust, he raised himself up, keeping as much distance as he could from her, propping himself up on his hands. She did not appreciate not having his body against hers anymore. Desperate to feel his skin on her, she tried to pull him closer. Having moved on purpose, he knew perfectly what she was trying to do.

"Do you want something, Jill?", he asks almost amused.

"You know what…", she says, panting.

"Ask me!", he ordered, wanting to hear her express how much she wanted him.

She waited for a moment, not wanting to let him win. But she wanted it so badly… she needed his body on hers…

"Get closer, please…"

With one hand, he slid it under her back and pulled her body close to him, keeping her there. She wrapped his neck with her arms, hanging on to it. She buried her face in his chest, surrounded by the masculine scent of his sweat, her chest raising in cadence with his.

She was about to climax, her moans intensifying with every seconds. His mouth was close to her ear, the proximity of his voice tickling every fiber of her skin.

"Are you sure…?"

"Yes…"

"You don't want this everyday…?", he asked, insisting playfully.

"No…"

"No?"

"Don't stop…"

"No?", his voice was pushy, mischievous.

"Don't stop… please…"

He got his mouth even closer to her ear, nibbling her earlobe.

"You don't…?", he whispered softly while panting.

"No… I… I don't know…"

She climaxed, her whole body trembling in his arms.

"Yes… I do… I do…"

He quickly followed her, his groans echoing in her ear.

He finally slowed down, his arms terribly tired even with his muscly body. He rested on top of her, caressing her cheek with his hand and left a kiss on her forehead.

"What is this gonna imply now…?", she asked, exhausted.

"More visits of this kind…", he answered, chuckling, his face buried in her neck.

She laughed lightly, bringing his mouth to hers.