Four and a half months ago
The last month had passed pretty quickly, Wesker visited Jill a few times per week, coming and going as he pleased. The other nights of the week, she was generally with Chris. She would always be busy, barely having any moment of intimacy by herself anymore, ironically…
She was very lucky that Chris never figured out what was going on. It had come close a few times ; Chris knocking at her door a few minutes after Wesker left… But the tragedy still never occurred!
They had now come up with a code. When she was with Chris, she would close the shades in her living room, he would then know not to come knock at her door. He enjoyed better to surprise her, but sometimes he would simply call first to ask her if she wanted of his company.
One morning, Wesker arrived at her place with a new car ; it was a gift to her. He was sick of having to leave early in the morning when he spent the night with her ; Chris was still driving her to the police station every morning. The car was brand new, it was certainly not a fancy car, but it still worth a good ten grand. She did not want to accept it, but he knew how to be persuasive. She joked to him, about how much more it must pay to be a captain over the regular S.T.A.R.S. members to be able to buy a new car to his lover. He stayed cold to her humor and quickly changed the subject. She would have never guessed at that moment than it was to hide his other illicit activities…
He had tried to talk her into leaving Chris a few times, but she always avoided the subject, finding reasons to cut him off. She would say it was too early yet, that she could not do that to Chris. "And then came the pathetic song of the guilt", he thought every time. "I don't deserve Chris, I can't believe I'm doing that to him, we should stop having an affair together once and for all, he is such a great guy, I don't wanna hurt him, bla, bla, bla…". His hands clenched, frustrated that she was not appreciating that "thing" they shared together a little bit more. She was focusing all the time on that weakling, Chris… He thought about letting Chris know, just to see the look on his face… He chuckled at this idea, as he sat alone in the S.T.A.R.S. office that evening, his concentration meandering from his paper work. The idea of stealing Chris' girl was so delightful, too bad he could not enjoy it to its full extent. He just knew too well he could not do that, he had to continue to keep it low profile, he could not risk spoiling his cover. Let's not forget to mention it would blow any chance he had to keep Jill in his bed …
He finally stood up, figuring it was late enough by now, leaving the office for more exciting activities.
Jill was busy taking a shower in the police station basement. She had trained for over an hour, taking her mind off of everything that happened during the last month. As much as she enjoyed every moment of intimacy with Wesker, handling the stress and the guilt was another story…
She was more distant with Chris, and she could tell he noticed, to his own despair. It did not seem he found out what was really behind her recent behavior. He talked to her about it a few times ; he felt she was getting slowly uninterested by him. She was spending less time with him, and would find reasons not to go back home with him after work or sometimes she got mad at him for surprising her at her place. She told him she was simply tired lately, but it did not seem her excuse was very believable. And then there was the car, she always complained she did not have enough money to buy herself one cause of all her debts, but then one day there is that new car in her parking lot… She said she could finally afford one if she kept a very tight budget. He believed her, but he took it as a way she was using to get apart from him ; he now did not have the chance to drive her to work every morning anymore…
The water running down her body felt very relaxing, for a few minutes she almost forgot all her stress… Until she felt a hand sliding on her mouth as well as someone's body getting pressed against her back. She panicked, trying to scream as loud as she could, but the hand stopped it from alerting anyone. As she was just about to strike a hard blow in her aggressor's chest with her elbow, she heard his voice in her ear…
"Shhh, don't be scared, dear heart.", he whispered.
She turned around, only to see Wesker completely naked, in the shower, with her, in the police station…
"What are you doing here? You almost caused me to get a heard attack…", she whispered, not looking as pleased to see him as he wished…
"Surprising you.", he said, heading for her neck.
She pushed him off, rather nervous that someone could catch them together.
"Wesker, anyone could come in… We can't do that here…", she continued, whispering.
"There is only the night shift left at this hour of the day, don't worry…"
He headed for her neck again, leaving several kisses on her dainty skin. He pressed her against the wall, his hand reaching for her soap. He properly soaped both of his hand while he left a warm sensation on her neck. His hands started caressing her entire body, the foam on his hands giving him the chance to leave soft caresses on her skin even with the water running down her body. She closed her eyes, softly shivering from the delectable sensation. His hands eventually ended up on her breast, fondling them gently. She started feeling uncomfortable, not wanting to share any intimate words or sounds with anyone else than the two of them… He did not notice her discomfort as his hand slowly moved down. She stopped it half way, knowing perfectly where it was heading to.
"No… please, not here…", she let out embarrassed.
"Shhh, don't worry, dear heart, I'll be careful.", he reassured her.
He looked at her almost like a little boy excited to open his Christmas present. His soft gaze finally let her relax. His hand at last reached down, a wave of pleasure rushing through her. She stopped her moans as best as she could, ending up burying her face in his chest to quieten the sound. She twitched harder as he moved his finger quicker, her nails dipping in his skin. Wanting to share that moment with him, her hand tried to reach down. He stopped it quickly, getting his mouth closer to her ear.
"No… only for you.", he whispered.
She grabbed his skin more firmly, appreciating every second of his caring.
"Do you feel good, dear heart?", he blew softly in her ear.
"Yes…"
"Good…"
She put one of her hand on top of his, following his movement while he caressed her breast. At long last, she climaxed, using all her willpower to not loudly call his name.
All of a sudden, both his hands moved to her bottom, lifting her up. Carefully, he thrust inside her, keeping her a few inches above him for her small height. She wrapped her legs around his waist, while he pressed her against the wall, securing her in the good position. Slowly, she moved her hips causing him to groan, enjoying this very moment delightfully. He followed her, rocking in time with her.
Both their moans were almost silent, making sure no one could possibly hear them. She did not even feel weariness in her legs, even after several minutes.
"Albert…", she whispered, in between gasps and moans.
He smiled, it was the first time she called him by his first name… He felt somewhat flattered, as well as closer to her… One of his hand reached for the back of her head, pulling her lips to his. He kissed her passionately, not stopping to thrust, both of them gasping in each others month. He suddenly broke the kiss, his hand reaching for her cheek, looking seriously at her.
"You're mine…", he whispered.
He saw her eyes narrowed, so he repeated it, so she would understand clearly… she would know it, be sure of it…
"You're all mine, dear heart… mine…"
She fixed him for a moment, not sure how to react, her attention away from the pleasure. He saw her reaction, then started thrusting deeper, harder… The change in his thrusting sending a charge of pleasure through her entire body. She moaned louder, then leaned her head on top of his, her mouth close to his ear, her arms wrapped around his neck.
"You're mine…", he repeated again, insisting, expressing it…
He felt her nod. He smiled again, satisfied. His tongue found its way to her ear lob, gently caressing it. Her moans echoed in his ear.
"Mine…", he whispered in her ear.
"Yes…", she finally admitted timidly.
"Yes?"
"Yes…", she whispered again.
He brought her lips to his again, thrusting faster. She started trembling in his arms, his treatment accomplishing the wanted results.
They were both dressing up inside the locker room. He was not exactly supposed to be in the lady's room, but at this hour of the day, the risk of getting caught was almost inexistent.
"So, you said you would think about it last time we discussed the matter, have you?", he seriously asked.
"Thought about what?"
"About leaving Chris…", he said glaring at her.
She sighed, annoyed by the fact he already brought that subject at least five times in the past…
"How many times are we gonna have that conversation…?", she answered, obviously irritated.
"As many as needed.", he said steadily.
"No, I have not…", she finally said, sighing a second time.
"I see", he answered, slowly losing his composure.
"I think you are simply buying yourself time, Jill."
She stared coldly at him, playing the offended one, but knowing perfectly he was a hundred percent right…
He moved in her direction, looking dangerously too calm for how impatient he really felt.
"Aren't you?"
He pressed his body against her, trapping her between him and one of the locker. His fingers gently stroke her cheek, his dark gaze making her nervous.
"Wesker… You're scaring me…"
"Dear heart, you don't understand, I just want you happy… Would it not be easier for both of us if he was not in the way anymore?", his tone was almost inhuman, pushy and calculated.
"I don't know…"
"You don't know…?"
She started shaking, he reminded her of a psychotic glaring insanely at its prey…
"Do you love him, Jill ?", he suddenly asked with the same scary tone.
"What?", she felt almost surprised by the unforeseen question.
"Do you ?"
"I don't know…"
"You don't know if you love your own boyfriend…?", he asked, his tone sounding demented.
"Wesker… please… stop that…", she pleaded him.
For a second, no one talked… They just stared at each other, her body still shuddering…
"Drop him!", he suddenly said, getting pushy.
"Stop that!", she almost yelled.
"Get him out of the way!"
"No!", she finally let out.
In a second, his expression changed from impatient to furious. His hand quickly clenched and he punched the locker right next to them, creating a dent in the metal of the door. Her whole body started shaking to a greater extent. He saw the terrified look on her face and suddenly felt guilty…
"Dear heart…", he whispered, his fingers striking her cheek once more.
She stayed still, although feeling a little more relaxed from his sudden change of attitude. He hugged her softly, burying his face in her neck.
"I'm sorry…", his voice came muffled.
"It's alright…", she said forcing herself to comfort him.
"No… I'm really sorry…"
She finally hugged him back, her eyes closing slowly from the relief.
"It's ok, Albert.", she whispered.
"Please forgive me…"
"It's all forgiven, don't worry Albert."
He closed his eyes too, enjoying hearing his first name coming out of her mouth.
He had just lost complete controls of his emotions… Not only did he get mad with her and almost hurt her, he showed a soft side of himself… A weak side of himself… Begging her for her forgiveness… What was getting into him…? This damn woman was making him completely crazy…
Although his apologies somehow reassured her, it did not fully convince her. From that very moment, she started having doubts about him… Suspicions about him were permanently planted in her mind, she would always secretly fear him from now on, fear his reactions…