Well, I haven't updated in such a while, I was seriously thinking to give up on this story. To tell you the truth, I find my story kinda stupid now and I'm a little be uninspired. Though, like I never finish what I start, I decided this time it wouldn't be the case! So, I guess I'm not gonna put as much efforts into it than I used to. I also stopped asking my boyfriend to correct my mistakes, so I'm sorry in advance for my lack of decent english! Also, like I haven't wrote in such a while and that my life was a nightmare this semester, I lost the "little" skills I had in writing (if you can call that "skills"...). Anyway, I hope you will still all enjoy it, and don't be shy to review!

Present

Jill softly retrieved her awareness after a long night of sleep. To her own surprise, her night had been deeply peaceful. Unconsciously, the warmth of her lover had brought comfort to her mind, enabling her to plunge in a deep sleep absent of any nightmares. Suddenly, the painful memories of last night were resuming in her mind quickly. She sat up, trying to focus, only to realize her wrist was, once again, handcuffed to the headboard. The faint sound of water running was the only thing she could hear in the room. "At least", she thought, "that will leave me some time to decide how to handle the whole situation." She remembered throwing herself in his arms, laying on the bed with him, crying painfully for several minutes, but anything after that was absent from her memory. "Hopefully, he did not try anything awkward…" But she could not bring herself to believe otherwise, he seemed so sincere last night, he was… so… emotional… It caught her off guard, she had never witnessed emotions in his features that were intense to that point…

The sound of water running suddenly stopped, giving her only a few minutes to think clearly. Was she truthfully ready to show affection again? Would it require her to painfully step on her dignity to let him bring his lips to hers again? She desperatly sought his love, but to what price? She wondered if she would still feel her stomach in her throat every time he would touch her. The flow of her thoughts was quickly stopped by the sound of the bathroom door opening. She looked up, only to see a cold Wesker, barely consenting to look at her. His gaze was distant, furtive. Instead of her stomach in her throat, it's her heart she felt to this very place. What had happened…? Why had he been so sweet last night and distant this morning. The sudden news was causing her more grieving than she would have expected.

The second he had awaken, Wesker realized the gravity of last night. He felt ashamed, ashamed of his behaviors. He had lost control of himself, he had been soft… Begging her for her love… Ridiculous… It was not like him to lose control, even less to overly express his love to a woman… He hated the power she had over him, it made him act weakly. He had left her to her sleep, wishing to stand as far to her as possible. He had locked himself in the bathroom, desperate to put his thoughts together, and had spent several minutes staring at himself in the mirror, wandering when things had started to go wrong. He wished he could just manipulate her, use her, but he could not. He smiled cynically, then cursed himself.

Now, here he was, forced to be in the same room as the woman he cursed silently. He wanted to hit her, to hurt her, to make her pay for making him act like a wimp… Make her pay for making him so dependable of her…

"Albert…?" she asked timidly, almost weakly.

He turned around and faced her, his look even colder than usual.

She desperatly searched for anything to ask him. She had only hailed him for the only purpose of making him look at her. She had hoped his sudden behaviors was only the fruit of her imagination, but when his freezing gaze had caught her sight, she realized it was the deceiving reality.

"Are we leaving soon?" she finally babbled.

"Yes, please get ready," he let out, his voice even colder than his gaze.

She nodded nervously and started getting prepared.

Fully clothed, Jill, difficultly using her crutches, walked to the car as her cold partner packed everything in the trunk. She opened the door herself, missing his usual gallantry. He finally deigned to acknowledge her difficulties and offered his help. He lifted her easily to her seat and reached down to buckle her belt. Their body touched, the proximity of her warmth bringing back pleasant memories of last night. He looked up, only to meet nervous eyes. She was obviously scared, tortured by his sudden behavior. He looked at her thoroughly, mixed emotions of anger and desire. How could she dare resist him for so long? She was his after all, her little disdain for his past actions had lasted enough. He had been patient enough with her, crawling to fulfill all her annoying needs. He stared at her full lips several seconds, almost twitching at the self control it asked him to not kiss her roughly. He finally gave in to his instincts, his anger taking over. He pressed as much weight as he could on her, trapping her so she could not escape. His lips savagely took hers, almost hurting, his fierce kiss containing all the frustrations he accumulated over the last month from his self restrain. She panicked and put all her strength into pushing him off, punching his chest, slapping his face, but nothing worked, he would simply continue to push his way into her. After the tenth punch in his chest, a hint of sanity finally stroke him and he released her. She breathed heavily for a long moment. Shameful, he looked at the woman he adored panic, her features pales, her eyes watering. She finally raised her eyes on him, her look full of sadness and disappointment.

"Why? Why would you do that now? Didn't you see my trust in you was slowly coming back?" she whispered painfully.

Silence.

He finally sighed, and for the first time since she had known the man, desperation was the only readable expression on his features. The scene shocked her, but also touched her, maybe he wasn't so inhuman after all… She cupped his face and gently pulled his lips to hers. The soft kiss was their first in weeks. He fully tasted her lips, hoping it would not be the last time she would do that for another four weeks. She still pondered if she could go further a simple kiss. Her head finally dominated her heart and she broke the spell. The soft sensation of his hand brushing her cheek almost convinced her to bring his mouth to hers again, but she resisted.

"Albert?"

"Yes, my love?" he asked, almost excited.

"We should leave."

The emotionless look so familiar of him finally came back and he moved in direction of his seat. Giving in, she grabbed his hand at the last second, forcing him to look at her. She looked at him for a moment, her heart pounded loudly, the infatuation heavily raising. The words almost escaped her mouth, but she stopped it at the last second, only to show her affection in another manner :

"Thank you," she whispered softly.

He smiled, then nodded.

It would be another long day of driving, but at least, this time, it would be much more peaceful in Jill's mind.