Chapter 11: Solitude and Hard Nights

Definitely one of my shorter chapters, but I think it's a pretty good one. Editing came in the form of me rereading the chapter as I wrote, please let me know if there any major errors, so I can fix them. The end of the series is coming up quicker than I though it would. As always Enjoy!

The nights where quiet, leaving Emma to her thoughts, almost questioning everything she has done that led to this very moment. The days on the other hand were maddening, being that there wasn't anything else to do than pace along the small room. Wesker's new orders being no human contact, which meant no human interaction at all. She wouldn't call herself a social butterfly, having to go from person to person for some sort of attention, but she did like the reassuring feeling of a person nearby. Maybe that's why he did it, maybe this was his new way of seeing how far he could push her before she cracked.

A humored chuckle fell from her cracked lips, as she paced the floor nervously with her fingers twirling a piece of hair. He wouldn't give her that much thought anymore, she had given him what he wanted, and now she was being punished. She took one, two, three, four, five, six steps, counting meticulously in her mind before turning on her heels and scaling back beside her bed. Work distracted her, it was something about the monotonous way things went that numbed out the world behind her. It hardly seemed fair, all she did was speak to Leon and Chris, telling them she was fine, and nothing else. Emma was the only thing keeping them alive right now, why would she want to jeopardize that of all things?

"Get a grip Emma," she hummed nervously, running her fingers through her greasy hair. "You've only been a lone for a couple of days, a week tops."

The door creaked, as one of the guards pushed a metal tray into the room, before slamming it shut again. Her eyes flickered to the bland military rations on the tray, as she continued calming the erratic thoughts. At least when she was first taken into captivity Wesker visited her twice a day, now food came once a day with nothing. The guards kept from her line of sight, almost as if a robot came in and dropped off the food. Everything was so inhumane. She couldn't help but feel, as she slowly ate the rations.

"It tastes like chalk." She muttered, speaking just for the sound of it. "I'm sorry." Her voice shook, as tears streamed down her cheeks. "I'm so sorry." She repeated, continually, as if a broken record.

Her eyes closed, before an explosive scream left her weary body. She'd been alone for approximately three weeks, left with little to no sound. When she opened her eyes again, she realized exactly what she'd done. The cement floor was covered with the brown liquid of the chili and macaroni MRE. It didn't matter too much, she wasn't hungry, they still fed her every day, but the fact she threw it with no thought was something she'd worried about. Wesker had taken her books away, along with the paper's she'd been stashing away. In a way, she should have known that he knew what she was doing. It was Wesker after all. All those days of stashing important BSAA documents, meant nothing, it was a test of loyalty and she failed.

"Okay," she breathed, standing up as straight as she could. "Clean the mess, and find a way to keep your sanity."

Her body moved almost robotically, as she made her way into the bathroom. They'd left a cleaning rag in the room, when they'd taken all her belonging, excluding the bed and dresser. Emma breathed shakily, her fingers mopping up the fake cheese and watery sauce. The chunks of macaroni slid around, until she tossed it back onto the tray. She was no longer hungry. With quick and decisive movements, Emma tossed the spoon back into the bag and tossed the tray towards the door. Whichever guard that oversaw getting the tray would be there any moment now.

"Please say something." She whimpered, as the door slowly opened. "Anything really, I just need to hear another voice."

The guard at the door sighed, sparking shocks of hope through the girl. None of the others acknowledged that she said anything, maybe it made everything easier for them. After one of the longest moments of her life, the door opened just a bit more, revealing Erin. His hair was shorter than she remembered, and he had dark circles around his eyes. Poor thing wasn't sleeping.

"I can't stay long." He sighed, slipping farther into the room "How are you holding up?"

"I'm living."

Her voice cracked, as she rushed into his arms. This was all she needed, a person to acknowledge her, with this she'd be fine for a while. Erin held her close, allowing her to listen to the gentle patter of his heart, as they embraced sweetly. He had a hard time keeping his distance from her, which got harder with each scream, plea, and sob. She was no longer the enemy to most of the staff, instead she was the best friend and little sister to everyone. He'd have to leave soon, Wesker would notice the delay very soon, but it was hard letting her go.

"I have to go now." He sighed, kissing her forehead.

"Please, just another moment." She begged.

"I'll be back… soon."

"Fine, thank you."

With those words, she was alone again.

Weeks passed before she heard from Erin again. The other guards didn't speak to her, only dropped off the tray, leaving, and then coming back later for the try again. Entertainment was hard to come by, sometimes in the form of guessing what species of plan is outside her window, sometimes through her mind playing tricks on her. Movements outside, sometimes portrayed as Leon and Chris coming to find her, and though she knew there was little to no chance of that ever happening, Emma was content with that delusion. That is until night fell, and she realized that there was no hope, the guys weren't going to find her, because they would have already done so by now. She had given them one clue as to where she was, and Wesker quickly moved that afterwards.

"Emma," Erin's voice tore through her most recent bout of depression. "I can't stay too long, but I brought you a book."

"Thank you, Erin," she smiled, though the light dulled in her eyes.

"Don't feel so helpless," he smiled, drawing her into a tight, reassuring hug. "You are the first person to have tricked Wesker, you should be proud of that." His words vibrated through his chest. "He had no clue that you'd ever try and leave, you should have seen the look on his face when the silent alarm went off, and he saw you."

He chuckled, before pulling her into the dining room chair. Instead of the normal MRE, there sat a nice plate of asparagus stuffed chicken, with a white wine sauce. In a way, she knew exactly what Erin was saying, though she'd seen no one but him, Wesker was extending the proverbial olive branch. Silently telling her, he was ready to forgive her all she had to do was conform to his will. Erin walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. Maybe this was a sign that she would soon see another person, and they not have to leave immediately. She hoped as she started munching on her dinner.

A low groan came from Emma as she rolled to her side. Her body is still tired, but her mind raced with many questions, many of them revolving around Wesker. The past few nights consisted of, her mind wandering and shifting a lot in the bed, meaning very little sleep. Her door slid opened, before it shut with a quiet thud.

"You're still asleep?" Wesker's voice echoed through the room.

Emma opened one eye, before pushing her upper body up into a sitting position. Her fingers slid across the form fitting ocean blue tank top she had on, pushing the wrinkles from the shirt.

"No, I haven't slept in quite a while." She sighed, throwing her legs over the edge of the bed. "But you aren't here to see how I'm sleeping, so what's up?"

"Alexia wants to spend the day with you." He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "But if you are too tired to-"

"I'm up for it." Emma's voice cracked slightly too excited. "I should get dressed and ready."

Wesker watched her hop off the bed, and walk to the dressers in front of him. Sometime between their passionate night and now, her bright light had dulled. Emma's normally bright storm cloud eyes, lacked the lightning he so often enjoyed seeing, leaving behind a dark cloudy mess. Dark circles shamed her almond eyes, as she looked for something to wear. Has something happened, since he last saw her? Did solitary confinement break the spirited girl? Though his worse fear popped into his head, had he broken something between them?

Emma glanced up to Wesker's distracted form, wondering what exactly had taken him away from her. His furrowed brow relaxed, as her fingers laced themselves into his hands. She smiled reassuringly, before dragging him off to her bed, she could get dressed later. His body followed hers, and quickly submitted when she pushed his hips to sit down.

"What's wrong?" she questioned, sitting beside him.

"What makes you think anything is the matter?"

"I know you, as you know me."

A small blush kissed her cheeks, as she sent him an all-knowing glance.

"I really must be working." He sighed.

"When was the last time you actually slept?"

Emma gripped his wrist, as he attempted to leave the bed. Her intoxicating flowery scent reaching his nose, begging him to inhale deeply. His eyes danced up her body, before resting on her beautiful face. In reality she was quite plan looking, but it was something in her, that drew him in like quicksand. Gorgeous women have tried and failed to do, what she hadn't even tried to do to him.

"That's of no concern to you, not really." He growled.

"O really?" she questioned, sending him a playful smile. "You don't want your, pet to care about you?"

He choked down a low groan that begged to come out due to her words. If she continued to serve his needs he may forget himself again, and they both knew he couldn't do that. Her lips pulled back into a small smile, before she let go of his wrist, and looked to the dresser. His brow raised as his fingers ghosted the side of her face, forcing her to look at him in shock.

"You, my pet, are very observant and I'm starting to think about how dangerous that is." His lips pulled back into his usual smirk.

"For you or me?" She questioned, leaning more into his hand.

"Both, now get dressed so Alexia can finally see you."

Even though Emma couldn't see his eyes, she knew he had rolled them. Both her and Alexia's relationship almost mirrors teenaged best friends, and Wesker just happened to be the attractive brother. Alexia truly wanted both Emma and Wesker to start dating, as soon as she met the girl.

"I'll join you for dinner tonight," Wesker continued as his breath tickled her lips teasingly. "Maybe then we can have this conversation."

His fingers danced on the inside of her thighs tickling and perking the skin. Emma's teeth pulled her voluptuous bottom lip slightly, almost as if to torture him. He needed to get out of the room quickly, though his fingers continued to skirt up her leg, receiving low moans from his companion. It wasn't until the door flew open revealing Alexia, that Wesker could control himself enough to pull his hand away.

"Looks like I'm interrupting." She giggled, looking between her brother and Emma. "I'll come back later."

"Stay, she's just about to shower." Wesker sighed, already starting to leave the room. "Remember, no leaving this room."

"Sure," Alexia rolled her eyes. "Go shower, you dirty little girl."

Emma's cheeks flushed, as Wesker left the room, and the two women alone. "I-it's not what you're thinking, not that you believe me."

"Damn straight, there's no way I'm believing anything you say to defend the situation. Go shower, I have a whole day of fun planed."

To say that Alexia had the day planned was an understatement, the two women were constantly busy, often doing two things at once. Watching a cheesy romance movie, while doing each other's hair, nails and makeup took the longest. All the while, avoiding conversation on work and what happened. Alexia often had her hair up in something, giving Emma the idea to curl the shoulder length blond hair in soft curls down her back.

"Your hair is so thick!" Alexia announced with annoyance, having her hours of curling once again fall straight.

"Yes, that was my struggle for prom…." Emma smiled, happy to see an uncheerful mask on Alexia. "Can I show you a trick?"

"Please!"

Emma took the curling iron from the blond, turning the heat all the way up and then winding her tresses in the iron. Once only her roots were visible, she held it for a moment before applying hairspray all the way down to the edges of the tresses. Emma did that for each curl, before combing her hair out into softer curls. Awe touched Alexia as she watched this witchcraft happen right before her eyes.

"That will last us about an hour."

"Just an hour." Alexia gasped. "With that much hairspray, I'd never have to curl my hair again."

"It's the curse of having straight hair." Emma chuckled.

There was hurt in Alexia's eyes, it had been there since she walked into the room, and as much as Emma wanted to ignore it, she couldn't. Every glance, told more disappointment. It was understandable, Alexia felt as though they were sisters only to be reminded of Emma's captivity. The Umbrella Corporation had placed so much trust in the dark-haired woman, and in return she'd tried to escape. They wouldn't acknowledge that they'd kidnapped her for months, or that every day she spent here was one in captivity.

"I-I'm sorry." Emma breathed, finally incapable of keeping it in any longer. "I just feel, the longer I stay here the more I lose a piece of myself."

"Wesker will forgive you eventually silly." Alexia half smiled, looking back to the screen. "You'll be given all your privileges back."

"Alexia," Emma hummed, looking at the other woman's face. "You remember I'm not her on my own volition, don't you?"

The blond flinched, hearing her friend's words. "Nonsense, you could have left a long time ago." Her voice tightened, as tears became visible. "Look at the time, I must be off."

Alexia was gone moments later, servants soon taking everything out of the room. Leaving Emma to the deafening silence again. Half an hour later, the door opened again, revealing a tense Wesker. He didn't have to say anything, she could feel the tense air around him, and the stiffness around his mouth screamed volumes. The door closed behind him long before he crossed the room, his fingers pulling her legs to the edge of the bed. Emma gasped at the sudden movement, watching as he pulled his characteristic sunglasses onto the floor.

"Sh, you're ok.' He breathed tugging roughly at her pants.

A huff of a laugh left her lips, as she lifted her hips, making the job so much easier. Stress relief, that's what they both needed. Emma's fingers pulled at her oversized shirt, leaving her in only her bra and panties. Her hips bucking slightly, when his fingers brushed against the fabric, instantly eliciting her to moan. Wesker chuckled, feeling her arousal go from zero to one hundred with one well place touch. He needed this, both Chris and Leon were causing a lot of trouble, all because of her communications. It only seemed fitting that she'd be the stress reliever, when she was cause.

"Be a good girl, and warm up for me."

His canines shown in the light with a smile that spanned his face. At first Emma wasn't sure of what he was asking of her, but that soon changed, when he sat back into one of the dining chairs. She blushed momentarily, the weight of his need hitting her like a ton of bricks. Wesker drew his brow up, as if asking what was with the delay. Emma smiled drawing her panties down her legs, and with baited breath her fingers danced across the sensitive flesh of her warmth. She sucked in a shy breath, feeling the shocks of arousal force her legs slightly closed.

"Continue." Wesker purred, standing from the chair his fingers already unbuttoning his shirt.

Emma nodded, running her fingers along her opening before circling her clit. A loud moan echoed from her throat, as she continued circling the sensitive bundle of nerves. Her other hand gripping tightly onto the sheets, as she slipped two digits inside of her fold. In the corner of her eye she could see the blond disrobing, as she scissors her fingers. Wesker gripped onto her busy hand, pulling the wet appendage to his lips.

"Good kitten," he mused, licking each digit clean.

His fingers pushed effortlessly into her, eliciting another moan, as he curled his two digits. Last time he'd lost control but this time he was going to enjoy his work, now that the primal side of things had been taken care of. Wesker smiled, his finger coming out of her and pulling her core to the edge of the bed. Emma's fingers danced to his neatly gelled hair, anticipation shaking her being as he kissed from to knee to her inner thigh. Pleasure rippled through her body when his lips brushed against the sensitive collection of nerves near her opening, her teeth catching her bottom lip. Her fingers dug into the sheets tightly as his tongue danced along her opening, darting along the inner walls every occasionally. This was a different pleasure, something she'd missed the first time.

"W-Wesker," she breathed heavily, feeling the coils tightening.

The hum he responded with vibrated against her tender flesh, radiating a newer sensation through her heated skin. He sucked roughly before pressing his thumb on her clitoris, drawing her over the edge. Both legs came in, pressing his face tightly against her, as her hips bucked against his godly features. Once her release finalized, Wesker sat back onto the bed, his hands wiping away any remaining juices from his features, as he took in the slightly disheveled woman. Her curly hair tossed carelessly to the side, her eyes closed in pure ecstasy, her back arched fully exposing her long neck, and her fingers gripping the sheets as if her life depended on it. It all made her look so small and helpless, almost betting him to protect her. Wesker shook his head to the thought, that was not his job, if need be he would kill her… probably.

His member throbbed, watching as her storm cloud eyes fluttered open and locking with his. Emma sat up, her eyes asking him what it was that he desired. Nearly a perfect pet, they just needed to break her of a few habits, and with time, he was convinced he could do it. Wesker smirked, pulling her lets around his waist, before sitting on the edge of her bed. Emma was in the seat of control, her aching core positioned over his member and arms wrapped around his neck. Though her curls started to fall from their hold, Wesker's fingers played with the one that fell down her front as he waited on her to decide on what to do. Emma sighed, before taking his member into her hands, directing it to her entrance. Wesker smiled, watching as she glanced down, it was almost too innocent as she slowly sank down his shaft. His fingers dug into her hips, pleasure rippling through his body, like shocks of lighting.

"Look at me." He purred, once he was fully sheathed.

She did as she was told, her hips slowly draw up, fighting Wesker's hands to do so. His fingers rolled her hips against him, giving her the exact speed he needed to finish, though slow enough for a beginner. Emma leaned in, kissing him gently, her fingers pulling his hands away from her hips. If he was going to give her the seat of power, she wasn't going to let him lead her. Amused with the sudden dominance, Wesker leaned back into the mattress, both arms resting behind his head. Moans bubbled from her lips, as her hands slid to his chest, using it to keep her balance as her hips ground against his.

Though he made no audible sounds of pleasure, Wesker's muscles rippled with each movement of her hips. She could almost audibly hear the coils inside of her tightening, making her movements quicker and more precise as she went. Bright flashes of golden yellow touched Wesker's eyes, his hands fluttering to her hips and gripping them tightly, moments before they pushed her completely against his hips and not letting go. His mouth partially opened, and his upper body pulling to an upwards position. Emma moaning at the feeling of ribbons of come being released inside of her.

"Good kitten." He moaned nearly breathlessly.

Emma smiled, pulling away from him as soon as his grip released her. He returned to laying onto her mattress, eyes now closed with a satisfying look. It was quiet for a long time, before Emma leaned into his body, cuddling his side with a content smile neatly placed onto her face. Maybe living here wouldn't be so bad. She had it good, until she'd decided to escape.

"Wesker," Emma hummed, nuzzling her face into his chest. "Can I ask you a question?"

Wesker grunted in response, his fingers lacing themselves into her hair. He had a few hours to kill, and to be completely honest, he was avoiding Ms. O'Conner like the plague. The red-headed woman wasn't all that bad usually. Once upon a time they had experimented with a relationship, and on occasion they'd repeat their sexual escapades, though she was becoming needy, demanding for the death of Emma almost hourly. His thumb ran small circles along Emma's temples, waiting for the her to say anything.

"Why do you always wear your sunglasses?"

"There's a certain anonymity that comes with having your eyes covered." He chuckled, not at all expecting that question. "Why do you ask kitten?"

"I was curious if it had anything to do with your eyes glowing." She breathed, kissing his chest.

As rare of moments where he felt nothing but calm, Emma's questions had sparked discomfort through his veins. Her observations were often spot on, leaving him to wonder if keeping her was a good idea. His fingers flexed on her scalp, before he sat up from their position, maybe Mira and Excella were correct, Emma maybe softening him. Worry shot through her eyes, sensing she'd said something terribly wrong, which was ruining their perfect moment. On impulse, her fingers shot to his sounders, drawing her face closer to his neck, before kissing along the vein.

"I'm sorry," she purred, between each kiss. "I won't ask anything else."

Her touched melted the tenseness from his shoulders, drawing her to straddle his waist. Emma sighed, as his body slowly sank back into her bed. No more questions, she thought has his fingers drew her to lay on top of him. Just as Emma's eyes started feeling heavy, the alarm started blaring. The two glanced at each other, questions bouncing between the looks, before Wesker stood up again.

"What's going on?" Emma asked, searching for her clothes.

"It seems someone has forced their way onto the premises." Wesker buzzed, "get dressed."

He tossed her clothes onto the bed, waiting patiently as she pulled the fabric over her heated flesh. Normally, she would have showered, after some time to recover, that way her skin didn't feel sticky, but with the situations it was best to leave now. Wesker outstretched his hand, calling her forward just as the doors to her room opened.

"C-Chris?" Emma gasped, seeing her dear friend. "Leon."

Wesker growled, he had hoped he would have been able to at least grasp the girl before the barged in. His body leaned forward, taking the time to tightly grasp her wrist before spinning her into his body.