Alright, another sappy chapter, though I really like this one! XD

Thanks again for all the nice reviews, I really appreciate it:)

Present

Wesker was sitting on the bed of yet another crappy motel room, occupied on more paperwork. Although he was desperatly trying to focus all his attention on these important papers, he kept pondering about her change of behavior. Indeed, in the car, the minute she had left his arms to return to her seat, she had slowly returned to her usual coldness with him. This sudden change had tickled his mind for several hours, his patience slowly reaching its limit. He figured she was simply regretting losing her self control with him, showing real desire of his affection. Knowing her usual overflowing sense of morality, she most likely felt guilty about enjoying affection from him…

Here she was now, laying on the other bed, absently watching TV, ignoring his presence completely, acting as if that moment of intimacy between the two of them was a mistake. He hated that, he hated having to work for her. Relationship, emotions, he did not fancy the complications they brought him. He wanted to love her, he wanted her to love him, he wanted her to want him… She was so close, yet so far… He already apologized, stepping painfully on his pride, opening himself to her, what else did she need? In eagerness of desperation, he rose from his bed and reached hers, sitting close to her. She finally consented to look at him, and sat up, facing him. Part of her hair covered her eyes, he lightly brushed them off, looking tenderly at her. Her features finally relaxed, showing slightly more warm-heartedness, the contempt in her gaze slowly fading away.

"I love you, Jill…" he let out softly.

"Albert… Don't say that please…" she pleaded him.

"It's true…" his tone was soft, his gaze as well, unnaturally showing emotions.

"It's not… You betrayed me… You killed my friends…" she exclaimed.

"I love you, dear heart…"

"Albert… please…"

He cupped her face, holding it closer.

"I need you…"

"Albert…" she whispered, signaling her resistance by shaking her head.

"I would do anything for you…"

Tears started falling down her cheeks. He brushed them off with only his thumbs.

"Albert, stop…" she cried out.

"I need you, my love… You're everything to me…" his tone kept the unusual emotional softness.

"I'm begging you, stop that…" her voice was barely audible from her constant sobs.

"Do you love me, dear heart…?", he asked tenderly.

"Albert… how can you ask me that…"

She kept crying, he delicately brushed the tears off again.

"Do you…?"

"You betrayed me! You lied to me!" she cried out louder.

Out of desperation, she hugged him tightly, burying her face in his shirt. Her arms tightened harder and harder, lost between the choice of hurting him or giving him affection. He slowly laid down on the bed, keeping her bound to him. She stayed in his arms, her head finding its place in the hollow of his neck. She was unable to stop crying.

"I love you, dear heart," he whispered in her ear.

Not producing the desired reaction, his words caused her to unleash a fresh torrent of tears.

"I love you… I need you…" he whispered, again.

They stayed still, laying on the bed, her body firmly bound to his. She was crying herself dry; desperatly hoping the guilt would eventually drift away and would enable her to accept his affection fully. Eventually she stopped crying, but stayed silent. He affectionately started fondling her back as a way of comfort. Her breath settled down, and after several minutes, he could simply tell she had fallen asleep, in his arms… After a moment, he carefully moved away, pushing her next to him on the bed. He repositioned her meticulously, in the proper position to spend the night. He found the handcuff and anchored her wrist to the headboard once again. He could not take the chance to have her escape, not now, not so close to the goal… He closed the light, and then joined her in the bed, pressing as much of his body against her back as he could. His arm closed against her belly, bringing her even closer to him. He closed his eyes, his face buried in her hair, her neck, and relaxed, appreciating this moment of intimacy to its full extent, the one she involuntarily let him have. It will be his first night with her in a long time…