A/N: Smut ahead!

Chris watched closely as Allison mentally readied herself for their mission. With her "condition" she rarely needed any sort of physical preparation, she just had to get herself into the right mindset for what she was about to go do. To this day, he never knew what she thought of to make the thought of field work any better for her but, whatever it was she thought of, it made her the best partner he could ever have. Not that Jill was a bad partner, but she didn't have what Allison had.

"You can stop staring at me any time now." Allison stated, standing up from her place on their bed after lacing up her combat boots. Chris had to quickly blink as he adjusted his belt, obviously embarrassed that he got caught observing her. "I know that I'm a work of art and all, but seriously, Chris? We live together. Don't you stare at me enough while you make sure that I'm not plotting to destroy the world?"

"I try not to, honestly. You're monitored enough by the anklet, the last thing you need is my eyes on you twenty four seven." He spoke softly, but she heard him loud and clear as their eyes met.

"I'd rather have you stare at me all day than have this thing around my ankle. I don't enjoy being threatened and all it is, is a tiny threat of major electrocution should I misbehave."

"Its not up to me and you know that. Do you think I like the idea of you possibly getting hurt?"

"The way you constantly remind me that you're the one thing keeping me out of a lab says that you do." She quipped, not bothering to look at him as she made sure that she didn't lace her boots too tightly. Chris could only sigh, knowing that she was still mad about his comments at HQ. He knew that he was in the wrong more than she was, but he didn't like to admit that fact. Had they not been prepping for a mission, he wouldn't have backed down so soon. But he needed her in top shape more than he needed to be in top shape, so clearing his conscience and pleasing her by standing down would kill two birds with one stone and ease his concerns with her mental state going into Edonia.

"Allison, please. I know that I fucked up and hurt your feelings a couple days ago, and I'm sorry. Okay?" His apology grabbed her attention quickly, smirk settling onto her (stupidly gorgeous) face.

"You, the great Chris Redfield, are admitting fault?" She asked, her smirk never fading as she walked up to him. He wasn't expecting her to wrap her arms around his neck, but he definitely wasn't complaining. The last couple nights she had been sleeping in the guest bedroom because he was being a "dumb fuck dunce" and she wanted nothing to do with him in terms of physical contact. Lack of emotions discussed between them or not, she was still his wife and he had grown so used to cuddling with her that he missed having her in his arms. This was why he could only smile as she started to twirl his hair around her fingers, maintaining eye contact with her (stupidly super pretty) blue eyes that closely examined his face. "You're so cute when you're desperate for my cooperation."

"Allison-"

"Calm down, Captain Red-dork. I accept your apology and will be on my upmost behavior on our mission."

"Just on our mission?" Chris asked as he lowered his head slightly to rest his forehead onto hers. The mischief was ever so present in her eyes and he knew that she had plans for him.

"There's some sexual tension between us that needs alleviating, Captain." Allison purred against his lips before their mouths connected in the most intimate manner for the first time in two and a half days. Chris hated giving Allison everything she wanted, but he knew that this would benefit him as much as it would her, because it was easier going through a mission wanting to strip her of all her gear if he'd already experienced that pleasure once before. Her new gear was much more form fitting, too, so Edonia would've been hell for him if he hadn't gotten some form of release from her sometime before leaving.

Expert hands found her hips and Allison couldn't help but figuratively pat herself on the back for getting herself laid before a stressful mission. She assumed that this would've been much more difficult, but quickly remembered that her dunce was pretty easy when she was in tight pants and he'd gone a couple days without getting any. His hunger for sexual contact was made painfully clear when one hand moved to gently squeeze her ass while his mouth coaxed hers into opening up for him.

Kissing Chris was something that would never get old to Allison. He was still a dunce, but that mouth of his was magical and served as a constant reminder as to why she surrendered to him and the BSAA. He may have been sexually starved by his standards, but there was still a hint of gentleness that came out and she was pretty fond of that gentle side. It was always there, sometimes largely suppressed but still present to show compassion and understanding when necessary. It was sweet, really.

"Stop thinking, Allison." He requested as he moved his hands to cradle her face, knowing her mind was elsewhere for her to not be as responsive as she usually was. He needed her focus to be on him, because he took large pride in her reactions to things. He was a man, was anything less expected? "Focus on me, baby."

"I'm sorry, but you make me think." That was always her excuse, but he never commented or asked her to elaborate. There was always time for that later.

"I know." Was all he whispered before claiming her mouth in another kiss, this time getting the right reaction from her as he backed her towards their bed. She stumbled a bit once her legs bumped up against the bedframe, but Chris was quick to lift her into his arms before laying her down on the plush, pillowtop mattress. Blue eyes stared up at him with interest as he removed his tshirt her hands mindlessly going to the zipper of her thin BSAA-issue jacket to reveal that she was only wearing a tank top underneath(which made him make a mental note to make sure that she wore something warmer when they actually left). "Like what you see?"

"Almost as much as I like my own body." She teased, letting him pull her tank top off to leave her torso exposed for the most part. Chris could only chuckle, leaning down to trail kisses along her collarbone and then down her body, leaving her bra on just to tease her until he reached the waistband of her pants. "I swear to god, Redfield, if you-"

"Patience, Spencer, it'll all be-" His 'patience is a virtue' speech was cut short by her somehow gaining enough leverage to get him on his back so she could straddle him.

"Patience isn't one of my strong suits," Allison spoke with a smirk, leaning in to get close to his ear. "Captain." What certainly didn't help Chris' position was the way she gently nibbled on his earlobe after whispering his title in his ear. She knew what that did to him and she also knew that he loved it when she took control. "How long do we have?"

"Don't worry about that."

"We can't miss our flight."

"They won't leave without the captain." He assured, smiling when she kissed him without further debate. His absolute favorite thing in the world was when she just took his word without arguing or questioning him.

Those soft lips worked their way around his neck, leaving little nips here and there but never leaving a mark. He wasn't exactly sensitive in his neck area, though, so his collarbone was her next stop and the place on his anatomy where she got the reaction she wanted out of him as he unclasped her bra and pulled it down her arms.

"Fuck, Spencer." Chis grit out as her mouth attached itself to his collarbone(where she could leave marks) and her hips started slowly grinding into the bulge in his cargo pants at a steady rate. He didn't want to give her the satisfaction of making him moan first, though, so he had to quickly roll them so she was on her back once again and looking up at him with a smirk. "Not this time."

"I can't win them all, Captain."

"I don't think you understand how sexy that is." He commented, dipping down to take one of her breasts into his mouth to tease her. His goal was to make her squirm and beg for him to take her, but he felt like he wouldn't be able to hold off that long. Allison could have a strong resolve when she felt the need to, and the way she only slightly shifted beneath told him what he needed to know. He was going to break first whether he wanted to or not. Her resolve was stronger than his this time around.

Or at least he thought.

He was pleasantly surprised to feel his belt become undone and his pants follow suit, which made him question just how skilled he was if he didn't feel her hands moving between their bodies. But that was beside the point now because he had a hand wrapped around his shaft and she was doing her best to please him with their current position. She had officially won their game when a groan tumbled from his lips, his mouth detaching from her breast so he could give her the satisfaction of hearing him clearly. But instead of a snarky comment like he expected, he got her withdrawing her hand and squirming from beneath him.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm getting naked since you're not going to get me naked."

"All you had to do was ask, sweetheart." He reminded, pulling at her boots until they were off before working on his own boots. His cargo pants just fell around his ankles and he pushed his boxers down so that he could just step out of them altogether and avoid wasting movements. "Wet for me?"

"Come find out." Allison whispered, laying back against the pillows with one hand teasing to play with herself in front of him.

She'd never seen him get into bed faster, and as soon as he was in bed his fingers slid between her folds to reveal that she was already wet for him despite him barely touching her. But she could always be wetter, and his goal was to spoil her in order to earn forgiveness for his comments earlier in the week.

"We don't have time for foreplay, Chris."

"They're not going to leave without the Captain and his hot wife." He assured, but complied with her unspoken request to just take her outright without wasting time on unnecessary foreplay.

Chris may have been a dunce that she'd probably die denying her love for, but there was something about the way he filled her that made her feel complete. Invincible, safe, untouchable, and just amazing was the way he made her feel when they were so intimately connected. The eye contact they made told her everything she needed to know, but didn't want to acknowledge because that meant feelings and feelings were a weakness. Wesker taught her that.

"Focus on me, Allison." Chris requested one more, cradling her face as he continued to thrust into her slowly. She blinked a couple times, letting her vision focus more on her husband than her thoughts, just wanting to have a good memory Chris if it happened to be the last time they were able to have sex. "There's my girl."

She gave no response, pressing her forehead to his shoulder as his pace increased slightly and the angle off his hips made it so he brushed against her spot with every thrust and it was just magical to her. The kiss he pressed to the side of her head told her that he was trying to make this as intimate as he possibly could and she was going to let him this time. She was just going to close her eyes and let herself fall into the sensations he was making her feel because she knew that she was safe with Chris in this moment.

"That's it, Allison. Let me take care of you." He whispered into her ear, holding her as close to him as he could in missionary so he could make her truly relax in his arms. This wasn't like the other times that they had had sex, this was much more intense and personal and terrifying. There was no playful teasing or battling for dominance, this was just passionate love making and it wasn't something that she was even remotely ready for.

You terrify me, Chris Redfield. Allison thought to herself as her head tipped back involuntarily when he hit her spot. "Fuck, Chris, right there."

"I've got you, sweetheart." He assured, being sure to hit that spot repeatedly to push her closer and closer to her orgasm. He wasn't going to reach his release before she had, but he couldn't last much longer so he really needed her to help him out here. "Cum for me, Allison."

Allison was in absolute bliss. Still terrified of what Chris was making her feel, but she was happy that it was Chris making her feel these things and not anybody else. She wasn't sure that she could have something so blissful and intimate with anybody but Chris. She could have sex with anybody, but she felt that this was more than just sex to him.

She wasn't verbal when she reached her peak, but Chris always knew by the way she bit into his shoulder and the way her whole body tightened around him that she was cumming, this time was a bit more intense than the others. She actually went limp in his arms as he pushed forward to his own release.

Allison thought that she had heard Chris' signature groan of release but she was too far gone to even care that he had slumped onto her. He minded his weight so she wasn't crushed under his mass of muscles and that's what mattered to her in that moment.

"Chris?"

"I've got you, sweetheart. You're safe." He whispered, rolling onto his back and bringing her with him so that she laid on his chest. His hand started smoothing down the messy blonde locks, smiling when she let out a small mewl in approval of his actions. "Get some rest."

"Don't we have to leave soon?"

"We've got an hour, Spencer. Rest babe."

Allison didn't have the strength to argue, snuggling into his chest as he continued to pet her head and rub her back. She had to have been imagining the next three words to leave his lips.