Three months and one week ago

Wesker had not visited Jill for over three weeks now after his little incident. He was not handling the situation very nicely. He missed her terribly, even though it had only been a few weeks. He wanted to savour her scent again, her soft skin, her skilled hands on his body… He sighed and rubbed his temples, a habit he overused lately.

At work, he acted like nothing ever happened between the two of them. If he was unfortunate enough to end up alone in the same room with her, he acted the same way he used to a few months ago.

Now he was in his car, looking for Chris' car anywhere on her street. It was nowhere to be found and her shades were not closed; it meant he could go knock at her door. It was the fourth time he ended up on her street in three weeks; on each one of these occasions he had not been able to summon the courage to put an end to his misery. He hated that. He hated his recently discovered feelings. He had been obsessing over her sufficiently enough. He did not need to fall for her on top of that. She was distracting him from his ambitions. He had to be on top of everything. He had to be in control, but with her occupying his mind all the time, it was awfully difficult. He finally decided it had lasted enough and opened the driver's side door.

A knock was heard on Jill's door. She desperatly hoped it was Wesker ; to her own surprise, she had missed him. After a few days without him, she thought it was for the best. Her life would retrieve its former simplicity. But then, as time went on, he came to her mind regularly. She wanted to talk to him, to reassure him he did not shock her, that she was fine with his feelings; but every time she froze. The idea of "discussing feelings" with Albert Wesker was substantially awkward.

She felt extremely released as she saw him standing in front of her.

"Hi," she greeted him, looking at him tenderly. "Come in!", she smiled.

She closed the door behind him, then turned around to him. He looked vulnerable, uncomfortable, and it startled her, as his gaze, the majority of the time, was showing no emotion. She wondered how many people even witnessed him in this kind of state. She did not know it but, it rarely ever happened, rarely…

For a moment, they both hesitated, but she finally opted to move in his direction. Slowly, she hugged him ; her arms wrapped around his neck, hanging on to it. For a few seconds, he did not move, then finally, one of his arms closed around her. His eyes closed, taking in deep breaths of her odor. It was delicate, arousing, comforting… It had not changed a bit, it was just as addicting. His other arm, at last, closed around her as well. They stayed there a few minutes, no one talked, no one moved.

Eventually, she pulled away from his hug. Her hand raised, and found his cheek. Her lips got closer, found his, brushed them slightly, lightly. He sighed, as if a weight of several tons had just been removed from his shoulders. His tongue dipped into her mouth, tenderly circling hers. His hands roamed her body, his gentle touch almost tickling. He was so soft, his movements slow, and cautiously affectionate. Afar from her occasional almost silent moans and sighs, he could only hear the material of their clothes rustling in the room.

She finally broke the kiss, took his hand into hers and directed him to her room. When they arrived, she softly pushed him on her bed, climbing on top of him seductively. She smiled with a mix of sexiness and tenderness, her eyes dipped into his. She nibbled his earlobe, her breath warm inside his ear. After a moment, she pulled away, she looked into his eyes, bit her lips. Her hands found the first button of his shirt, unbuttoning it, slowly, playfully. His hand slid in her hair, pulled her lips to his. She continued unbuttoning his shirt as his kiss was getting more passionate. She pulled away and opened his shirt, revealing his toned body. She bit her lips a second time looking at it. Her lips found their way to his chest, lightly brushing his skin. He groaned, then his hands found her skin, sliding under her shirt. She pulled them away and pinned them on the bed. She looked up at him, her head motioning a "no". She returned to his chest, kissing it, nibbling his skin, leaving a warm trail all over it. She suddenly stopped and stood up. He grunted, expressing his disapproval. She smiled seductively, motioned for him to get undress. He obeyed, watching her remove her clothes. For a moment, she stood naked in front of him. He wanted to move, bring her roughly to him, but he decided against it, wishing to stay under her control. She finally came back on top of him, temptingly, her feline glance fixed on his eyes.

Her hands leaned on his chest, she took him inside her, slowly, carefully. He gasped, his arms desperatly searching for her back to pull her closer to him, but she stayed still. Her movements were slow, complete, with her hips moving back and forth taking him in as deep as she could. Her glance stayed fixed on his eyes, determined to make him hers. She finally gave in and he pulled her closer to him, their chests touching, carefully connected to each other. He closed his arms around her, trying to pull her even closer. Her cheek was pressed against his, her breath tickled his ear. It was warm, sweaty, it felt alive. No one talked, their moans both releasing and demanding.

It lasted long enough for her to slowly reach her peak, trembling, in his arms. Quickly after, he released himself inside her, grabbing her skin firmly, pulling her closer, always closer…

She stayed still, laying on top of him, his arms closed around her, with the noise of their breath slowly stabilizing being the only audible sound in the room. She fixed her gaze on the wall, her mouth opened and expressed her affection in only a whisper.

"I missed that. I missed you…"