"A good choice. I do enjoy a game of chess now and then, but mastery of the game requires a time commitment I simply can't afford."
There were too many other things to be done, and world class chess masters spent hours upon hours poring over strategies. While he could admire the dedication, that wasn't something he could see himself doing even if he did have the time.
"What occupies your time when you aren't working, dear heart?"
Her eyes lit up, because yes, she'd love to see his fucking Jag.
"I would. Later." Because she also has set plans for the evening. They do not involve leaving the apartment.
And that thought hovered in her head a bit, like it had repeatedly over the last few days. Wesker was here, in her apartment, for a very specific reason. That didn't have to involve dinner, or getting-to-know-you talk. She looked up at him then, studying his face, half hidden by those sunglasses.
"Thank you, by the way. For humoring me like this."
The look in her eyes didn't go unnoticed, but he chose not to comment on it. He wasn't sure if she was excited because it was a Jaguar or because it was his Jaguar, but he guessed she didn't get many opportunities to have a good look at or ride in one.
"Humoring you?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "You're assuming I wouldn't have joined you for dinner without the prospect of sex."
Though it's a bit charming that was where he went to first: her asking him out.
"I'm saying this is technically an unnecessary step, since we both know what we want here. It's mostly for my comfort, and I appreciate you making the consideration."
Wesker would have thought she was foolish if she'd said no. He had hurt her in the past, and she had no good reason to believe that he wouldn't do so again.
Though he had no intentions of hurting her, Wesker hoped she would never fully trust him. It was never wise to fully trust anyone.
"Always remain cautious, dear heart. It will serve you well in life."
That sounded a bit more ominous than he intended, but hopefully she would take it as life advice and not some sort of threat.
She didn't take it as a threat. It didn't really have the right ring to it. Instead, she smiled wryly at him.
"I may be a bit ahead of your advice. I intend to warn you eventually; I keep a gun on my nightstand. And don't take it wrong, but it's staying there."
She wouldn't expect him to make any kind of promises like that. It was honestly just nice to be able to talk about it, and not be getting pity.
"I smile more than you think. You've just missed them." Not the first time he'd complimented her. But she liked it better without the impending sense of doom.
"Though I think we can get you caught up." Hell with it, she moved her leg, so her knee nudged against his. Just a litte thing, but why not flirt a bit?
He'd never given her a reason to smile in the past. Quite the opposite. Now things were going to be different between them. It was strange to think about, but he couldn't say he was displeased.
"Can we?" he asked, reaching up to gently caress her cheek with the backs of his knuckles. "I would like that."
How did he know how to do this? She'd never pictured him as a romantic sort. seductive sure, but never romantic. This treaded dangerously into that area, and fuck if that didn't really, really do it for her.
"So would I." And since she was already walking down this particular party, she was committing to it. She leaned over, -a bit unbalanced on her seat, to be comfortable, but hell with it- intending to steal a kiss. If he'd let her.
Romance wasn't his strong suit, but he understood some of the basics. Enough to make sure it didn't seem like "asshole" was the only mode he ever operated on, anyway. Still, Wesker was very rusty with all of this. It had been a very long time.
He met her halfway, but the kiss was soft and very brief. Just a little further temptation, as though she needed any. He pressed a second kiss against her jaw, lingering a bit longer there.
No she really didn't need further temptation. She'd absolutely thrown in there. Want, on the other hand, was completely open for business.
She slipped off her chair, moving in, invading his space, a hand resting on his thigh. It was just easier this way, and it gave her a better vantage, to catch his earlobe in her teeth, and lightly tug.
"Naughty girl," he murmured before pressing another kiss against her jaw.
Taking things a bit further, Wesker lifted her onto his lap so she was straddling him. He held her in place with one palm on the small of her back and removed his sunglasses with his other hand.
Would his eyes bother her, he wondered? It was one thing to see them during a confrontation, and something else entirely to see them during intimacy.
That voice of his. No one should sound that seductive. It was just unfair. How was a girl supposed to resist? Not that she intended to do that, at all, considering how helpful she was, as he lifted her onto his lap. And then he took off his sunglasses, and her breath caught in her throat.
She'd only seen a hint of them, behind his glasses, before. Beautiful, but alien. She lifted a hand, lightly cupping his cheek.
He hummed in acknowledgment of her words. Once she had the first few buttons of his shirt undone, Wesker dipped his head to kiss her neck. His breath was warm against her skin, his kisses soft and open mouthed.
A man of few words. Not that she could complain, since instead of talking, he was doing something far more interesting. She tilted her head, to offer him more room, to do as he liked. And now (easily) distracted, from what she'd started, she stopped working at his buttons, to slide a hand up the back of his neck. Her fingers curled into his hair, at the nape, nails lightly scratching.
His lips turned up in a small grin as he continued with his kisses, moving from the side of her neck to her throat. He rested his free hand on her waist for now, though he was keen to let his hands wander a little more.
"Are you comfortable here?" he asked in a soft tone. Wesker would be fine staying right where they were, but he expected she might prefer somewhere with a bit more freedom of movement.
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There were too many other things to be done, and world class chess masters spent hours upon hours poring over strategies. While he could admire the dedication, that wasn't something he could see himself doing even if he did have the time.
"What occupies your time when you aren't working, dear heart?"
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No need to comment further, because there was too many thorny paths they might end up on.
"What wouldn't be obvious," she pondered, while chewing. She didn't like taking with hey mouth full. Points for being classy?
"I'm learning about cars. I know how to fix bikes, but cars are a bit different."
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"You're welcome to have a look at my Jaguar, if you like."
Though preferably not until morning.
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"I would. Later." Because she also has set plans for the evening. They do not involve leaving the apartment.
And that thought hovered in her head a bit, like it had repeatedly over the last few days. Wesker was here, in her apartment, for a very specific reason. That didn't have to involve dinner, or getting-to-know-you talk. She looked up at him then, studying his face, half hidden by those sunglasses.
"Thank you, by the way. For humoring me like this."
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"Humoring you?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "You're assuming I wouldn't have joined you for dinner without the prospect of sex."
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Though it's a bit charming that was where he went to first: her asking him out.
"I'm saying this is technically an unnecessary step, since we both know what we want here. It's mostly for my comfort, and I appreciate you making the consideration."
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"I don't mind at all."
Though speaking of her comfort, he was curious...
"Being alone with me doesn't make you uncomfortable?"
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So far, being honest had been working out for them. She didn't see any reason not to continue with it.
"Our history is impossible to forget, but that doesn't stop me from wanting this. I'm trusting you, the way you're trusting me."
Though she was aware that it wasn't exactly balanced, here them. Claire had a lot more at risk, than he did. But it was still a gamble.
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Though he had no intentions of hurting her, Wesker hoped she would never fully trust him. It was never wise to fully trust anyone.
"Always remain cautious, dear heart. It will serve you well in life."
That sounded a bit more ominous than he intended, but hopefully she would take it as life advice and not some sort of threat.
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"I may be a bit ahead of your advice. I intend to warn you eventually; I keep a gun on my nightstand. And don't take it wrong, but it's staying there."
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"Consider mounting your gun underneath the nightstand. It's less likely to be used against you."
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She chuckled. It was so weird to smile and laugh with this man, but also... nice. This is what she was needing.
"Wow. Never thought I'd be laughing about that."
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He almost wished he could assure her that she would never go through those things again, but he couldn't.
"You have a beautiful smile. You should do it more often."
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"I smile more than you think. You've just missed them." Not the first time he'd complimented her. But she liked it better without the impending sense of doom.
"Though I think we can get you caught up." Hell with it, she moved her leg, so her knee nudged against his. Just a litte thing, but why not flirt a bit?
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"Can we?" he asked, reaching up to gently caress her cheek with the backs of his knuckles. "I would like that."
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"So would I." And since she was already walking down this particular party, she was committing to it. She leaned over, -a bit unbalanced on her seat, to be comfortable, but hell with it- intending to steal a kiss. If he'd let her.
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He met her halfway, but the kiss was soft and very brief. Just a little further temptation, as though she needed any. He pressed a second kiss against her jaw, lingering a bit longer there.
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She slipped off her chair, moving in, invading his space, a hand resting on his thigh. It was just easier this way, and it gave her a better vantage, to catch his earlobe in her teeth, and lightly tug.
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Taking things a bit further, Wesker lifted her onto his lap so she was straddling him. He held her in place with one palm on the small of her back and removed his sunglasses with his other hand.
Would his eyes bother her, he wondered? It was one thing to see them during a confrontation, and something else entirely to see them during intimacy.
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She'd only seen a hint of them, behind his glasses, before. Beautiful, but alien. She lifted a hand, lightly cupping his cheek.
"I was wondering if you'd take take those off."
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He met her gaze for a moment, looking for any sign of fear or revulsion, but there was neither. Intrigue, maybe.
"Were you hoping I would?"
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"While you do look very cool with them on, I'd rather not stare at plastic."
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"Are you comfortable here?" he asked in a soft tone. Wesker would be fine staying right where they were, but he expected she might prefer somewhere with a bit more freedom of movement.
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