Sorry for the late update, I've been really busy lately. This chapter is kind of short, but I wanted to develop more on Jill's feelings.
Two months and two weeks ago
Wesker had only seen Jill once in the last two weeks. Lately, he had an appreciable amount of work to deal with from his employer Umbrella causing him to have no time for his "personal life". He felt in a secure territory, even if she came to his mind regularly. Planning his "future", dealing with Umbrella was something easier for him.
He was still struggling to accept her place in his mind. He hated to lose control of his emotions, but he could not help it, he got caught into it, he fell completely for her… He was so obsessed about her, so obsessed to have to share her with Chris… Chris… Of all the people in this city, she had to date him… How could she favor Chris over him… Unbelievable!
Wesker slowly woke up from his beauty sleep as he heard his doorbell rang. He forced himself to awaken fully uninterested to be seen in such a state by anyone... Always in control… Except, perhaps, by her…
A pleasant surprise was standing right in front of him as he opened the door.
"Jill?" he asked frowning.
"Hi, Albert," she greeted him timidly.
He was surprised to see her, she had never come to his place since that first time.
Jill had been trying to sleep for over one hour, but slept never came. Instead, her mind had wandered endlessly, craving her lover. She had wondered if he was slowly getting disinterested in her, if he had spoken the words too quickly. She had no idea why he had only wanted to see her once in two weeks and the worries it created frighteningly touched her more than necessary. So she had dressed up, determined to know the truth, at midnight, on a Tuesday.
He looked somehow happy to see her, yet not fully awakened.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I woke you up, didn't I?" she asked embarrassed.
"It's alright," he answered rubbing his eyes.
"I've only seen you once in two weeks, what is wrong, Albert?" she asked directly.
He quickly thought of a reason to justify his "distance".
"I'm sorry, I have family matters to take care of, one of my aunt recently died." he answered emotionless.
"Oh… I'm sorry to hear that," she said looking apologetic
He nodded. Shamefully, she almost found it amusing that he had to take care of that type of matter.
"I missed you," she let out straight forward.
He smirked, he did not think giving her a meager amount of attention could produce that kind of reaction.
"Yeah?" he asked amused.
She nodded.
"Come here," he motioned with his finger.
She smiled, then came to him. He slid an arm around her and roughly gathered her into his arms. She waited for him to make the first move. He finally closed the distance between them and kissed her, his tongue quickly parting her lips. He looked as if he was in pain, as if he had held himself for so long. It felt releasing to just have her in his arms, to let his hands roam all over her body, to just give her affection…
She laid on top of him after love, the same way she did after the first time.
"I love you," he said softly.
She raised her head and looked into his eyes. He looked almost emotionless. It fascinated her the way this man constantly showed no emotion. Somehow, she had gotten used to it over the last few months. She smiled at him, softly. Her head finally lowered back, fixed the wall, taking an increasingly worried look. She did not know what to answer. She wondered if she loved him as well, if she wanted to answer his words. Deep down she wanted to, but was this only infatuation from the moment? She felt as if she was falling for him. She was scared of it, scared of her, scared of him…
He looked at her deeply, he wanted to hear the words coming out of her mouth… But, somehow, she was so affectionate with him, he wondered if it meant anything… She had to, it would be ridiculous to think she loved Chris over him, he thought. He would not tolerate a refusal of reciprocity of his feelings. He would not humiliate himself by having this dependency not reciprocated…