Well, another chapter for today. I can't believe I wrote 5 chapters in like 2 days... I'm a little bit to determined to finish this thing before I start working. For your information, there's 8 chapters left. This chapter is a little bit sappy, but I still find it cute... Enjoy!

Present

Jill's foot was almost healed, she could now walk on it if she was carefully. That's what she noticed when she got out of the car. Wesker was already busy bringing their belongings in the hotel room. Yes, this time it was a hotel, not a motel… It was nothing fancy, but at least it did not look completely crud like the two other places. "I will finally dare touching the blanket this time…" she thought to herself.

They had almost reached their final destination, four more hours of driving and they would be there. He could have drove them directly to his new "home", but he did not know how she would react when he would bring her to his place. He thought another night at the hotel could result in her feeling comfortable to get closer to him.

She entered the hotel room, careful not to damage her foot while walking, Wesker right behind her. While he occupied himself with placing everything to its proper place, Jill observed the room. It was fairly big ; equipped with a small fridge, a mini bar, two queen beds, a sofa and a mirror... She was standing right next to this one. She turned around, facing her reflexion in the mirror. She looked at herself thoughtfully, all kind of mixed emotions crossing her. She knew what she would be doing in a few minutes, doing it with him… She did not have enough will power left to avoid it. It had been three terribly demanding days, emotionally and physically. If she did it, it would make her dirty, but her need and desire overthrown her dignity.

He joined her, slowly, standing behind her. She looked at his reflection in the mirror. His sunglasses were off, and the bizarre yellow eyes were staring at her softly. She stayed still, unable to move, when she felt his body pressed against her back and his arms possessively wrapping her. His head tilted and his lips found their way to her neck. She closed her eyes, the sensation delectable and painful in same time. The more his hands roamed on her stomach, the more his lips warmed her neck, the more the guilt escaped her mind. One of his hands slid under her shirt from the neck opening and caressed her neck and her chest, carefully avoiding any sensitive spots. She whimpered softly, any negative thoughts far away in her conscious. She turned around her head, forcing him to leave her neck in peace, and her lips found their way to his, her tongue desperatly seeking his. After a moment she turned over, tightly hugging him, desperate to be his. They crashed into the bed, her on top of him, legs mixed, hands ecstatic to rediscover each other's unexposed skin.

He was silent, careful, concentrated. She could tell he was enjoying every second of an activity he had missed terribly. She was tasting as good as the first time, as good as every time. He had missed the softness of her skin, her appealing curves, these delectable faces she would make every time he brushed the right spot.

Carefully, he removed her shirt and her bra and removed his own shirt as well, impatient to feel her skin on his. Nothing blocking the way to her warmth, her soft skin on his, God, he had missed that…

His mouth found hers, only to abandon it after a moment to taste further her neck. His mouth moved down, until it reached one of her breast. He softly nibbled it, while his hand was occupied with the other one. The only sound escaping from her were her moans. She did not want to say anything, neither did he. It did not need any word, it was just the natural course of things. His other hand went down, unbuttoned her skirt, unzipped it and forced her to remove it along with her underwear. He propped her up, keeping her on her knees, and slid down on his back, his head in between her legs, both hands still fondling her breast. Her moans intensified as he dipped his tongue in her wet sex, carefully massaging her special spot. She held the headboard firmly, stopping herself from collapsing. He continued his caring, accelerating the pace with the intensity of her moans. After a moment, she brought her hand on top of his, still fondling his breast, and squeezed it tightly. She was almost there, he could tell by the volume of her cries. He suddenly stopped himself, removed his pants as quickly as he was able to, pushed her down and forced her to straddle him, thrusting himself inside her. She gasped loudly, her eyes fixed on his. The sensation was unbelievable, but the strangeness of his eyes startled her. She closed her eyes, enable to look into them any longer, concentrating herself on the current task. He sat up, pulled her body firmly to his and helped her, each hand on each side of her hips. She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him urgently.

He eventually broke the kiss and forced her to look at him, but she would simply close her eyes. He figured out quickly what was happening.

"Look at me," he asked calmly.

She continued with the task, ignoring him.

"Jill, look at me."

No reaction.

"Dear heart, please. I'm the same…" he said softly. "You're mine," he finally stated, his voice affectionate.

Still no reaction, albeit from her regular moans.

"And I'm yours," he finally let out.

"Albert…" she pleaded, her tone mixed with pain and affection.

"Open your eyes, dear heart."

She finally did so, looking at him nervously.

"I love you," he said, cupping her face firmly. "Keep your eyes on me, dear heart. I want to look at you."

She had no reaction whatsoever, still keeping on with the lovemaking.

"Don't look away."

She finally nodded, her regard softening slowly. She grabbed his neck more intensely, and leaned her forehead on his, still looking into his eyes.

"Don't hurt me, Albert," she pleaded him.

"I won't."

"Don't leave me…"

"I won't."

"Don't stop loving me…"

"I won't."

"Promise me."

"I promise you."

He accelerated the pace, feeling her closer to her climax. Her moans got louder, her eyes almost closed, but she kept them opened, fixing him constantly.

"Albert… I…"

"Yes, dear heart?" he asked ecstatic, desperate to hear it.

"I…"

"Don't say it, don't say it, don't say it…" she repeated to herself in her mind.

"I don't want it to end, don't stop please" she finally said, changing her initial words.

"I won't," he answered, a hint of disappointment in his voice.

He didn't stop for what seemed like an hour.