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"Hmm, I don't think that's what I'm assuming."

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 wasn't used to being thanked for his consideration. It felt... strange. Not necessarily unpleasant, but he wasn't exactly sure how to respond.

"I don't mind at all."

Though speaking of her comfort, he was curious...

"Being alone with me doesn't make you uncomfortable?"

"I'd be lying if I said no."

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.

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."

He grinned at her. Not a malicious expression, but amused. Maybe even a bit pleased?

"Consider mounting your gun underneath the nightstand. It's less likely to be used against you."

"I will, though generally I'm not concerned about things that use firearms."

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."

"I suppose that's true," he agreed. "Though it's always best to be prepared."

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."

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.

"I was wondering if you'd take take those off."

"They tend to get in the way during times like this."

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?"

"Well yeah," she chuckled softly. Her hands moved to his collar, and began leisurely working open the buttons, one at a time.

"While you do look very cool with them on, I'd rather not stare at plastic."

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.

He was so considerate. She couldn't help it; a grin bloomed across her face, finding that so charming. So completely unexpected. In the good way, of course.

"I wouldn't mind," she began, delaying just a little bit, because his mouth feels so good in her skin. "But you're the guest. I should probably give you the tour, your first time here."

She wouldn't mind having him in the kitchen/dining room. Not at all. But for a first time, maybe it would be best to take him to the bedroom.

It felt a little unfamiliar, but not uncomfortable. Wesker hadn't had a partner that he wanted more than a quick fling with in a long time, but he hoped to be with Claire more than once. Her comfort and pleasure both mattered a great deal.

"Perhaps we should start with the bedroom," he murmured against her skin, "and move on to everything else in the morning."

Just to drive the point home, Wesker slid his hand down to give her ass a good squeeze.

They were on the same page, in more ways than one. She hoped that this wouldn't be a one time thing, too. Weird to imagine from her, maybe, but if they was going to do this, she would rather not have it be just a notch in the bedpost.

They squeeze did nothing for her motivation to leave his lap though. She rolled her hips against his, once, to tease him right back. Then very reluctantly, she tapped his chest, to maybe get his attention.

"You'll need to let me down." Not that she wanted to, but needs must.

That one teasing movement made it very difficult for him to let her go. Wesker lightly nipped her skin in response and held onto her just a moment longer to show his reluctance. Then he moved his hands to rest on her hips so she could slip off his lap.

His eyes were glowing now, but warmly. Nothing like the bright, menacing red they became during bouts of anger.

"Mm-" Fuck. If he didn't keep his teeth to himself for ten seconds, they'd never make it off the chair.

But apparently his willpower was better than hers, if only slightly. It did give her another look at those eyes, and she had to look twice, because yes. They were glowing.

"They really do that. I thought I just imagined it."

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