Chapter 8: Holiday Party

Announcements: Sorry for the long wait, my schedule got really, really hectic, but I finished up this chapter. Half of the next is done, since I decided I should divide this chapter into two. I did some editing, but between homework and actual work, I may have over looked a few things. Please let me know if there's anything I need to fix. As always enjoy!

"You have a lot of Gingerbread on your plate." Alexia chuckled, sitting across from Emma.

"Uhu…. Yeah, it's kind of a tradition in my family." Emma chuckled nervously. "My mom makes the best Gingerbread, we literally put it in everything during the holiday season."

Alexia smiled, taking the empty seat in front of Emma, something akin to mischief danced in the blonde's eyes. If asked to label each worker at the compound, Emma would promptly assign Alexia the class clown type of person. The blond often was in the middle off a gigantic prank or mischief. For the life of her, Emma, couldn't understand how her boss found the time to do such works, but far be it from her to complain. The Dark-haired woman cocked her brow, asking what Alexia has done.

"I have assigned a spa day for us." Alexia giggled, leaning across the table. "Since we put so many hours in planning the damned party, Wesker approved our pampering day!" Sensing her companions 'no' coming, Alexia switched to her pouty face. "Please don't say no, I think we both deserve this, and I need girlfriend time." Her voice stressing the word need.

"Uh, I guess I can make the time." Emma sighed, rubbing the back of her neck.

"Good, let's go!"

Alexia gripped Emma's wrist dragging her away from the plate she called breakfast. It didn't really matter though, Emma's appetite diminished with the prospect of being touched by strangers. Chris's back massages were great, and happened to be very relaxing, but Emma's known him since her mother started working for S.T.A.R.S. She nibbled her bottom lip nervously, watching as they passed offices and labs, until they ended up in the elevators of death.

"So, where exactly are we going?" Emma questioned, counting the floors they passed.

"Well the compound is split into three large buildings, which I'm guessing Wesker didn't tell you." Alexia hummed, ignoring the fact the elevator stopped moving. "The spa that we are going to, is in the secondary building. It's also the place that I'm sending the dancers to. Think of it being our events center."

Emma nodded, glancing back to the flashing numbers, indicating they were trapped between the basement and the ground level. Rolling blackouts were a thing here, and has trapped Emma two or three other times. Her fingers gripped the small railing along the room, taking long shallow breaths, waiting for the elevator to move once again. It wasn't quite a panic attack, more like shocks of panic that slowly radiated through her being. Emma breathed slowly out, feeling the elevator awaken once again, allowing a calming sigh from her.

"You'll love Juan," Alexia smiled, nudging her companions side. "He's dreamy, perfect for relaxing."

"You are incorrigible," Emma mused, rolling her eyes, relief setting in when the doors open.

"Speaking of, how do you feel about Wesker?"

Her words came out slowly, as if there were an internal battle of whether or not to ask. Emma glanced to her companion, a flooding of questions encamping the light of her eyes. What did the silly blond mean by that? Emma wondered, as they exited the elevator, and made their way to the Jeep. No guards came to accompany them, instead the two women drove on their own.

"I'm not sure what you're asking?" Emma finally broke the long silence. "I feel many things for him really."

"That's to be expected," Alexia answered back carefully. "I'll expand on my question. I understand you fear and hate him, for what he's done, but something has changed between the two of you. Something primal, almost sexual…."

Shame brightened up Emma's cheeks, her mind wandering to his office two weeks ago. She had found herself contemplating her bodies reaction to his touch, and more often than not she'd find herself aching with desire once more. Emma cleared her throat, turning to her eyes to the Savana as they drove.

"He's nothing like what I imagined him as." Emma provided, not answering the question, but not quite ignoring it.

"I might be crazy, but the two of you would make a cute couple." Alexia mused, pulling towards another large building. "This is our R and R base, it's only one story. It's equipped with a movie theater, spa, and a few other shops to keep us happy. Only those with identification cards can be here."

The two exited the Jeep, and approached the buildings glass doors, which Emma imagined was reinforced. Alexia slid her card against the black scanner, before placing her thumb there too. The machine made a low beep noise before opening to the blond. She nodded to the box before entering, telling Emma she too, had to do the same. With a shrug, she mimicked Alexia's actions, receiving the same result. The foyer smelled like sugar cookies and a manicure store, brining an odd nostalgia for home. Everything was a sterile white, as they passed the nail salon, hair dresser, and made it to the honey colored walls of the Spa.

"We are here for Juan." Alexia murmured to the receptionist.

"Everything is set for you two." The woman smiled. "Wesker set you up for Swedish Message, Vita-rich body treatment, and the usual waxing." Her eyes danced across the two, before pulling out a paper. "He also wanted me to remind you that he set up a mani—pedi and hair services for the two of you."

"Oh yes, I remembered him mentioning it. Thank you for the reminder."

"If you'll go through those doors, you'll be right the first two rooms on the left so you can undress and robe up."

"Aw, I wanted to be with her." Alexia pouted, wrapping her arms around Emma's. "This is girl time, you know?"

"I'll have them set up the big room, for now change in separate rooms."

Alexia chuckled, feeling her companion guide her to the doors, before starting a whole another conversation with the dark-haired woman. Emma sighed, when the soft click of the door told her she was finally alone. Having a whole day with the talkative Alexia seemed more of a chore than anything today, but she was thankful for the relaxation time. Her fingers quickly tugged off the jean capris and Christmas sweater her mother gave her, six years ago. She cleared her throat uncomfortably as she pulled her green and red bra and pantie set off, before quickly wrapping herself in the plush robes.

"Come on Em," Alexia called out from the other side of the door.

"Coming, Coming…"

Emma flinched at the nickname almost everyone called her that at one point, which irked her. Pushing both her discomfort and annoyance away, she exited the room holding her neatly folded clothes. Alexia eyed Emma up and down with amusement, Wesker had told her that Emma wasn't particularly comfortable with being touched by strangers, but she figured massages were different. The blond smiled, tugging at Emma's bent elbow as she moved closer to the end room.

"Relax, Juan is a god at what he does." Alexia rolled her eyes, pushing the doors open. "Morning Juan, who's your companion?"

"Alexia," the debonair Puerto Rican nodded, eyeing both women up and down. "I could ask you the same, I haven't seen you before."

"I-I…uh… I'm Emma."

"She just started working for us, and I thought I should introduce her to this place."

Alexia dropped her robe at the door, before walking to the new guy's massage table, all the while rolling her hips seductively. Emma rolled her eyes at the flirtatious behavior, as she approached Juan and exchanged the sheet towel for the robe. Both men smiled at the shy behavior, but continued on to their jobs. Juan cleaned his throat when Emma shifted onto her stomach, his fingers loosening the towel so that the edges were hanging off the table. He then rolled the cloth down so that her whole back was exposed. Oils that smelled quite similar to Jasmin chilled Emma's back, before his hands warmed it, rubbing hard against the spinal column.

"How long have you been working for Seniorita Alexia?" Juan asked, tearing his attention from Alexia's talking.

"A little less than a month." Emma offered, cringing at the pressure.

She couldn't understand how Alexia was comfortable enough to talk, while Emma cringed with every movement of his hands. Her body tensed more, as his fingers drifted farther down her back.

"If you relax your whole body, it would be more enjoyable." Juan offered quietly.

"Uh, ok, I'll try." Emma sighed.

As the eighty-minute massage progressed, Emma slowly relaxed into his touch, and slowly slipped into a comfortable conversation with those in the room. She even almost fell asleep at one point, but was quickly brought back when Juan's fingers grazed her inner thigh. Alexia chuckled at Emma's jump and slight squeal. When the massage was finally over, both men exited the room. Alexia stopped Emma from rolling off the table to put on her robes.

"We still have the vita-rich body treatment, oh and the waxing." Alexia purred. "I'm sure they aren't going to keep us in the same room for that though…So you'll probably robe up then for a few moments." The blond rolled to her back, facing the ceiling. "Isn't Juan amazing?"

"Yes, though I'm going to be sore for days." Emma sighed, shifting her shoulder blades. "What's the Vita-rich body treatment?"

"Only the best thing ever," the blond cheered. "They rub this thick green exfoliant all over your body, before wrapping it up. It's about an hour of that, and all the while they massage your scalp…. It's absolute heaven."

"Sounds like it…" Emma's voice dripped with sarcasm, as an internal groan echoed through her mind.

More touching.

"So, you mentioned that you dated a few times…." Alexia offered shyly. "Why didn't any of them stick?"

"It was mostly me, I'm married to my job and having to divert my attention to another person is hard." Emma sighed, her storm-cloud eyes starting to close. "Why?"

"Things would work out better if your partner was equally as job oriented?"

"Yes and no, I've tried that." She shifted onto her back as well, taking great care to keep covered. "That relationship had potential, but ended with an incident of cheating on his end. He didn't mean for it to happen, but it did…... we make better friends anyways."

"Why did he cheat?"

"He thought I was cheating with a dear friend of mine, it's understandable really, since we talked and where around each other all the time." Emma hummed, as a tear streaked down into her hairline. "We constantly argued about it, until one day he got very, very drunk at a nearby bar and went home with a woman."

"How did you find out?"

"He told me the next day, apologizing the whole time." Emma's voice sounded tight. "Anyways, it's all good now, we're still really good friends."

A knock on the door alerted them to their next set of relaxation therapists. Two women came in, caring large basins with thick olive green paste inside. They were friendly enough, chatting about different aspects of their lives as they exfoliated Alexia and Emma from their faces down to their toes. Then came the thick wraps made of seaweed, binding their legs together and their arms to their bodies, something the storm-cloud eyed woman didn't feel too comfortable with. Emma watched as the women washed away the paste on their hands, and sat down behind the bound women.

The scalp massage was different, not once was there unbearable pressure, or even discomfort in the touch. Instead Emma greatly enjoyed it, humming with her eyes closed. It was over too soon. The seaweed slowly pulled away from their bodies, leaving beautify soft and shiny skin behind. Emma never thought her skin could be so smooth before, and quickly realized this was why Alexia always looked so radiant. The women quickly wiped away any residue left behind, before exiting. Alexia and Emma both dressed into the soft robes, waiting to be pulled into different rooms for the waxing. Emma had waxed brows and upper lip before, but that was about it. She was more a shaver when it came to other parts of her body.

"I think Wesker is attracted to you…" Alexia blurted, breaking the long silence.

"Why is that?"

"His face brightens up when you are around, and that's more than enough to convince me." She puffed her cheeks up. "Can you honestly tell me nothing has happened between the two of you?"

Images of what happened in his office both times, flashed in Emma's mind, causing a low blush to touch her sun kissed skin. She shifted uncomfortably, trying to explain away the arousal she's been exposed to whenever he was around. Though she shook her head, signaling that nothing has happened, Alexia smiled brightly. It took too long for Emma to answer, meaning that something had to have happened, farther proving the blond's accusation.

"That's what I thought," Alexia smiled triumphantly. "I knew that, I knew him better than anyone. Has he confessed his undying love for you?"

"No…" Emma snorted, side glancing the blond. "This isn't a romance novel, and he's not the one whose shown an interest."

"Oh, have you told him? You know he's completely oblivious to things when they aren't work related." A playful squeal left Alexia. "You should tell him tomorrow night during the Gala! I can see it now, the two of you dancing, you looking up into his adoring eyes and saying 'Wesker I'm madly in love with you.' Then the two of you disappearing to his room." She sighed, as if reading some sort of smutty love story.

"A. that'll never happen, B. you don't seem to know your brother at all, if that's what you think will happen, and C. I'm not madly in love with him, it's just remanence of an adolescent crush."

Another knock tore through the conversation, reminding them they weren't alone. When the door opened, revealing a teenaged girl and an elderly woman, nerves touched Emma.

"Full body Waxing for the both of you?" the older woman questioned, placing a tub of melted wax in the center of the room.

"Yes." Alexia smiled, standing up. "I'm assuming I'll be directed to the next room."

"Yes ma'am, my sister will be working with you."

"Have fun."

A nervous smile touched Emma's face as the woman pulled out thick cloth pieces, and a few application sticks. What exactly did full body wax mean? She wondered, imagining she would look very much like a mummy during this fiasco. The woman smiled taking one of the application sticks, dipping it into the molten wax, and shaping the delate cures of Emma's brows. Rub, Rub, Rub before pulling the thick cloth away from her skin, creating a tearing sound and a wave of tears. None of which fell from her eyes, Emma was used to this pain. This action repeated for both brows and upper lip, but it wasn't until the woman asked her to again remove her rope that Emma became nervous.

"I will go underarms, legs, and finish with your bikini area."

"O-okay," Emma replied, gripping the sides of the table.

"Are you new to Brazilian waxing?" She questioned, pulling Emma's arms to the top of the table.

"Yes, I only wax my brows and lip." Emma sucked in a breath, when the heated wax rolled into her armpit.

"You are well groomed," the woman murmured, eyeing Emma's body up and down. "I shouldn't hurt too much."

Another set of tearing noises echoed through the room, as Emma allowed a few tears to roll down her face. The teen quickly massaged lotion in the newly waxed areas, before allowing Emma to drop her arms. Her legs weren't painful at all, allowing Emma to close her eyes and enter a slight meditative state. She needed a distraction, something that could relax her body almost completely. Her mind offered her the office incident again, almost immediately sparking and aroused reaction. Wesker's light touches, rippled against her imagination, a low whisper of something he didn't really say danced in her ears.

With this distraction, the woman's separating Emma's legs turned into Wesker's body parting them, to lean into her core. The warm wax, her arousal coming forth, and the rubbing of the cloth his fingers teasing the rim of her heat. It wasn't until the woman pulled the cloth away, that a pain filled moan left Emma's now parched lips. Tears quickly brimming her lids, some pouring down the sides of her face, opened her eyes in shock. She had such an enjoyable distraction going on, and now an uncomfortable burn radiated from her heated skin.

"There we go," the woman smiled, rubbing a cooling lotion in the area. "We are all done now. Please robe up, and you'll be escorted to the nail solon."

She was left alone again, allowing a frustrated sigh to leave her lips. The lotion calmed to pain, leaving her wonder what was going on with her. It seemed like hours that she laid there trying to motivate herself to wrap up in the plush robe again, before leaving. Alexia's giggles echoed through the halls, remind Emma she still had a whole day of relaxation left. Wrapping and tying to robe shut, she walked out to see an exited Alexia.

"Are you going to get your nails done to match your dress, or the party theme?"

"I haven't the slightest clue as to what I'm going to wear tonight."

"That's because Wesker chose the dress for you already." Alexia rolled her eyes, as they exited the Spa and entered the Nail Salon. "You're going to love it!"

"And what does it look like?"

"Tonight's is blue, tomorrow's is red." She smiled, skipping to the chairs where your feet soak. "I'm going for silver today."

"And you miss?" the dark-skinned woman asked, turning her attention to Emma.

"Silver and light blue please."

Emma joined Alexia' watching as the salon workers started buffing out the skin of her feet. It tickled, a lot, forcing little fits of laughter from the storm cloud eyed woman. Two sets of women worked on the two friends, making sure everything was done in a quick fashion. Alexia's nails were all silver, and on her thumb and middle fingers were white snowflakes. Emma on the other hand got a blue base, with and intricate lace like design of silver. Her ring fingers were all silver, with little bits of blue poking out. Something that she'd expected her companion to have gotten. The two talked about everything, but avoided any talk of work, Alexia saying it's a day of relaxation whenever it would come up. It wasn't until their nails were dry that that left the salon.

"I think it would be best if we dressed in our everyday clothes now." Alexia sighed, stopping in front of the Hair dresser. "I'm just going to get my hair styled and make up done…. You'll need to get make-up done, a trim, and style. Don't worry about that though, I already know how I want your hair and make-up."

"Am I your life-sized Barbie doll?"

"Until my brother claims you as his." She chuckled, rolling her eyes. "The bathrooms are over here. Dress up and then we'll meet in the hair place."

It didn't take long for Emma to change back into her clothes, considering she didn't insist on dressing in complicated clothing, like someone she knows. She was the first one to walk into the hair dressers, which seemed like something Alexia had plans on, since she was whisked to the sinks for a hair washing. The hair dressers didn't seem to speak much, instead opting out to thoroughly cleaning her hair before dragging her over to the chairs. Alexia had a good eye for fashion, leaving Emma in a confident place of trust. The hair dresser smiled, her fingers tossing a black tarp over Emma's clothes and starting to clip away hair.

"Oh, you've already started." Alexia cheered, finally walking into the area, fifteen minutes later.

The blonds neat work bun slightly mushed, and her clean make-up smudged slightly. Emma cocked her brow, eyeing the disheveled look of her companion's clothes, but not say anything. If Alexia wanted to talk about her, lord knows she'd do it. The glance didn't go unnoticed by Alexia, but it was ignored with a passive wave. The blond skipped across the room, and got her make-up started, whilst still managing to talk Emma's ears off.

About a foot of hair was snipped off, making the dark-haired woman's head feel so much lighter. It was then, that the dresser started twisting, spraying, and pulling at the dark tresses. From the feeling of it, Emma knew she was going to be wearing a bun of some sort, but she was very curious as to what it would look like. All things were ended with a copious amount of hairspray showering over her. Emma tilted her head, feeling the lightness, as her chair slowly spun to face the mirror. Her dark hair was pulled into a formal low crisscrossing Chignon bun with side swooped bangs.

"That, is the only clue to your dress that I am giving you." Alexia hummed, her make a light blue color. "Well, your make-up might help too. Now switch me."

The blond was very quiet as her hair was being washed, leaving Emma a nice few moments of self-contemplation. Her face was positioned as cool minerals and cremes were applied to it. It felt weird wearing, what seemed like ten pounds of, make-up. She didn't' wear it often enough. The make-up woman chatted quietly to Emma, occasionally, give directions on how to position her face, lips and, eyes. Most of those who worked at this compound were also foreigners to Africa, but the makeup woman and bikini wax women were natives.

"I'm going to apply false lashes," she sighed, her African accent thick. "Once applied, I'll need you to blink rapidly a few times."

"Ok," Emma replied, feeling the cold glue press into her eyelids.

As instructed, Emma blinked a number of times, before being told to stop. She felt her lashes, something she'd never dreamed would happen. It was like feeling her liver, or kidneys, for the very first time. A silver mirror was placed on the table in front of her, as the artist started cleaning her station. Emma picked up the object, a gasp leaving her lips. A metallically silver-gray Smokey eye, gave the illusion of a swirling galaxy was on her eye lids, and her large lips, looked even luxurious with a deep Ombre lipstick on. She looked stunning, something she'd have to thank Alexia for later.

"We have ten minutes to dress, before the others will arrive." Alexia's voice echoed behind Emma. "Wesker says that you dress has been placed in the changing room, of the Spa… Emma, are you listening?"

"Y-yes," Emma tore her eyes away from the mirror, placing it down. "Dress is in the Spa change room."

"Great, if you need help I'll be right next door. Now let's go…..."

"Thank you,"

Emma called over her shoulder, as they speed walked back to the Spa. No other words were exchanged, when they stepped into their own changing rooms. Cute royal blue stilettoes, with silver leaves wrapped around the heels, were placed on the counter tops inside of Emma's rooms, and a thick plastic dress bag, hung from a bar, she hadn't noticed before. Along with a bra, that looked like two suction cups pushed together, was a royal blue thong, deodorant, and a matching blue hand purse. Alexia must have helped Wesker choose the dress, Emma thought while stripping from her clothes, and dressing in everything but her dress.

She neatly put the deodorant in the purse, after application, and then turned to the dress. There was a theme of blue, she thought, pulling open the bag and seeing a long sleeved, full floor, blue formal dress. She stepped into the dress, unsure of how to put it on initially. It was nearly skin tight, leaving every room to imagine her cures, but the elegance of it kept it from being too sexy. Almost her whole back was exposed, if it weren't for the cross of satin fabric it would have been.

"Oh, you look wonderful," Alexia purred, bursting through the doors. "Absolutely stunning, If Wesker doesn't admit it love for you tonight, he never will."

Emma rolled her eyes, turning to glance at her too close friend. It was strange having a best girlfriend, instead of just have Chris to admit her deepest darkest secrets to. Alexia had a short white dress, with black lace covering the left side of the dress, her hair a mass of curls dancing down her back whenever she moved. Always the one who needed everyone's eyes on her, it made sense that she would wear something so simple and yet so stunning.

"We should go now, we wouldn't want to keep the guys waiting," Her light pink lipstick emphasized her flirtatious grin. "Now would we?"

"You are incurable," Emma chuckled, once again picking up the hand bag, and following Alexia out.

"It's not my fault, we'll maybe it is…" she hummed happily. "I just want the best for you Em."

There it was again, that horrible nickname which always seemed to make Emma's skin crawl. She should say something, maybe drop a hint that she didn't enjoy the name one bit…. But she couldn't, not when she wouldn't be here for much longer. No for now she'd allow the nickname to stick. Floods of Umbrella Corporation employees filed into the building, making Emma eternally great full that she and Alexia were already here.

"There's my date," Alexia purred, nodding to Erin. "I'll see you inside."

"B-"

The blond was already gone by the time Emma started protesting the idea. Now alone in the crowd, Emma couldn't help but float to a quieter portion of the compound. She'd wait until the crowd dissipated, before going into the theater, and finding a seat. It was the best idea.

"Did Alexia disappear on you already?" Wesker's calm voice echoed from behind Emma.

"It doesn't matter really." Emma sighed, glancing back. "You look nice," she hummed, eyeing the formal suite.

"Thank you," He smiled, tucking his sunglasses into his front pocket. "You look stunning."

"I had some help," She sighed, tucking the small purse in-between her arm and side. "You have a great eye for fashion, I cringe to wonder what you would have done with your life, if Umbrella didn't get to you."

Her fingers pulled at the bottom of his tie, before tightening it enough to put it in its proper place on his neck. Emma half smiled, glancing up through her lashes, her eyes catching just enough light to mimic a lightning storm. Wesker's orbs flashed dangerously, before clearing his throat. The ballet would be starting any moment, and they still had to look for Alexia and her date. They really didn't have any time to waste, on this, whatever this was. A sigh left Wesker's lips, the puff of air caressing Emma's cheek as it passed her. He lightly tugged her fingers away from his tie, before turning her to the entrance of the theater.

"Let's get seated." He murmured, her hands feeling soft in his rougher ones, too soft to really let go of.

His thumb drew small circles on the back of her hand, pulling her closer into his body to avoid running into others. Alexia and Erin sat in the third row, chatting as comfortably as new lovers. When they finally reached the row, Wesker slid one of his hands to Emma's hips guiding her to their empty chairs. Alexia eyed the two, before sending an all-knowing smile to Emma.

"I see why your guys are so late." Alexia smirked, once everyone was seated.

"I don't know what you are talking about." Wesker muttered across Emma, to his sister.

"Of course, that's why you're still holding her hand."

The blond woman nodded her chin to the light grip he had on Emma's hand. Chuckling when he quickly returned Emma's fingers, Alexia leaned back, and nudging her friends side. The lights dimmed, alerting the audience to the start of the play. A calming hush took over, when the curtains opened, revealing the first scene. What gave Emma the idea of watching the play, was that it's tradition for her family. It didn't matter what holiday play was going on, Christmas Eve, the Singh's and their friends went to see it. Her fingers laced around Wesker's arms and rested the side of her head onto his shoulder, as nostalgia began to settle in. A deep sigh leaving her, allowing his scent to fill her lungs.

"Comfortable?" Wesker hummed, his lips brushing against her honey scented hair.

Emma nodded, hugging him closer to her arms with a deep sigh. As the play went on, both Emma and Wesker shifted to get more comfortable. His arm neatly draped on the back of Emma's chair, as she cuddled into his side with her head against his neck. By the time the curtains closed for intermission those around the two had taken notice to the intimate nature. Emma sighed, pulling away from his touch with a yawn.

"I'm going to get a drink; do you want anything?" Wesker smirked.

"No thanks," Emma smiled sweetly, before leaning back into the theater seats. "How are you liking it so far?"

"It's cute." Alexia purred, leaning into Emma's shoulder. "But I mean, a kiss would be nice."

"Hm?"

"Yeah, such a cute budding relationship."

"Oh hush," Emma rolled her eyes. "You're seeing things."

"Really, since when were you comfortable enough to cuddle into his body like that?"

"You're reading too much into things." Emma hummed, settling back into her seat comfortably.

Wonder plaguing her thoughts, until a cup with dark liquid edged its way into her line of vision. Emma blinked a few times, before taking the warm liquid into her fingers. She glanced up, meeting the blue of Wesker's eyes, as he settled beside her. A warm smile touched his features, his boy already leaned into hers.

"Alexia mentioned that you liked gingerbread, so I got you gingerbread hot chocolate." His breath caressed Emma's face, as he spoke.

"Thank you."

A titter could be heard from Alexia, a not so quiet I told you so. Again, the lights dimmed, telling everyone they needed to sit down before Emma could address the sound with a glare. The play started soon afterwards, but the dark-haired woman couldn't pay attention to what was going on, instead her attention went to the hand Wesker placed onto her hip, and how he's pulled her closer into his warm body. It all became too much for her to breath, and secretly she cursed Alexia for bringing it all to her attention. Emma took a sip of the hot chocolate, it was very yummy. She took another sip soon afterwards, welcoming the second warmth into her. Before she knew it, the cup was empty and the play was over. The crowd giving the troop a standing ovation, as she desperately tried to piece the end of the play together.

"That was wonderful!" Alexia cheered, facing Emma once again. "Thank you so much for doing this. I would have never thought of it."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it." Emma half smiled, her attention being draw to Wesker's hand enveloping hers.

"We should go," Wesker muttered, tugging the woman's hand towards the exit. "It's not safe out here at night."

"Agreed, Erin and I will take the Jeep we girls used to get here." Alexia grinned, sending a not so subtle glance to Emma.

The girls exchanged a series of chastising glance at each other, as both Wesker and Erin side glanced the girls. It wasn't until Wesker pulled Emma in front of him, that the silent argument ended, proving Alexia the victor. His fingers lightly rested onto the dark-haired woman's hips, a way he kept his control, and yet allowed her enough freedom to decide where to go herself. Small groups of Umbrella personnel were scattered in the foyer, chatting about whatever topic appealed to them. It was nice watching everyone interact with each other about none work subjects, it made Emma wonder how often this happens.

"Which Jeep is yours?" She asked, once they reached the cool weather outside.

"The green one."

Emma said her good byes to both Erin and Alexia, only assuming they were going to do their own thing for the rest of the night, before sliding into the passenger's seat. Her fingers thrummed against the armrest, as she breathed a shaky sigh. The car shifted when Wesker sat beside her, and a few seconds later, it roared to life.

"You've been quite since intermission." Wesker breathed, watching the dark background pass. "Did something happen?" His hand rested heavily on her knee, drawing her attention.

"Just tired." Emma hummed, his hand drawing all her attention.

Her hips shifted giving much needed friction, his fingers slowly crawled farther up her leg, disrupting all hopes of thought. Emma's eyes danced along his arm, finally ending on his beautifully unholy face. She wanted to say so much, to scream her frustrations at him and the situation. Somewhere deep inside, she wanted to kiss him all over that unnaturally beautiful face of his. It took a moment before her fingers shakily closed the distance between his and hers. Her fingers flexed, unsure of her decision, before lacing themselves around the back of his hands.

"Thank you," she breathed, looking back to the window. "For the dress."

"It suited you, more than me."

Air rushed through his nose, a silent chuckle, neither expected. Wesker pulled in front of the compound, the car shutting off with a shutter, leaving them frozen in silence. Emma steadied her nervous breath, unsure of whether she should leave the car. He hadn't dismissed her yet. Wesker's fingers shifted, pulling away from her absentminded grip. She was alone in the car again, jumpstarting her brain again. Thoughts flooded her, as a way to comprehend her actions of the day. What was she doing? To that she had no answer, she did what her body told her to do -or rather, what Wesker's demanding presence told her. Her door opened, revealing Wesker's characteristic smirk. His fingers lacing into hers, as he guided her from the car.

"You looked ravishing," He smiled, his fingers pulling her into his body, as they waited on the elevator.

"I-I'm glad everyone enjoyed the show." Emma stuttered, directing the conversation somewhere else. "Tomorrow is going to be a pain, being that Alexia assigned me to overseeing the set up for the party."

"You'll do well." He chuckled, moving his hand to her shoulder. "Have a good night."

They were facing each other now, Emma's eyes keeping to the silver pin in his tie. Her eyes fluttered to his face, hearing his dismissal clear in his voice. Time stood still, their eyes locked, and her breath frozen in her lungs. The urge to lace her fingers around his tie, and dragging his lips to hers, driving her body forward. Wesker's breath grazed her lips, as she stopped mere inches from her desired goal, realization touching her muscles. He wasn't someone she should want to kiss, to give everything that she was to. This was wrong. Amusement danced across Wesker's blue eyes, as he watched her pull away. Things were getting interesting, with the lapse of judgment. His eyes flickered to the pink muscle that darted across her lips.

"G-good night." She breathed, turning into her room

She was ready, for his next phase.