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Uninvited	By : xMadHatterGirlx Category: +M through R > Resident Evil Views: 10870 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Uninvited
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Claire heaved a sigh and glared at the computer screen as though she could intimidate it into doing what she wanted. Unfortunately for her the computer refused to give in. 'I'll never get this report done,' the thought hung heavily in her head. It had been a few months since the original college she had been attending had been blown away by one Albert Wesker. The bastard. To be honest she was just thankful that most of her records had been saved on a back up server somewhere else; although at the time of the crises she could have cared less about her GPA. The chair she sat in creaked unpleasantly as she leaned back, a perpetual look of displeasure marring her face as she tried to clear her thoughts of anything to do with Wesker. Knowing her luck just thinking about him wrong might summon him, and after that charming little note he had left her she was feeling more on the wary side. 'Definitely didn't mind his company when he was doing that thing with his tongue now did you?' a cool voice in her head that was starting to suspiciously sound like the blond haired tyrant questioned. For a short moment she imagined the Chris voice of reason in her head punching the imaginary Wesker voice in the face. A smirk pulled at her lips as a peaceful silence filled her mind. 'Procrastination it is then.' Standing and stretching her tight muscles she considered what to do- she certainly didn't see herself going to Star Bucks- she had black listed the place since the 'incident'. Claire switched into some comfy fitting clothes and decided to head for the gym; her reasoning being if she couldn't beat her paper into submission at least she could beat a punching bag to death. x.x.x.x.x.x Claire's muscles ached pleasantly as she paused to sit down on a bench and chug a bottle of water. There was a slight layer of sweat over her body and a comfortable weariness seeping in. She'd sleep well tonight. Getting up slowly, Claire grabbed one of the towels the gym supplied and cleared the sweat from her face. 'Time to head home, shower, and then pass out.' The mere thought of a hot shower on her sore muscles sounded incredibly good right now. It was a quick ride back to her apartment on her bike. Her pace quickened as she made her way up the stairs to her room. It felt like someone was watching her. Resisting the urge to turn she decided to write the feeling off as being tired and unlocked her door. Claire threw her keys on the table next to the door and locked it behind her before moving to her bedroom to grab some pjs. She carried the fresh pair of clothes with her into the bathroom and started the shower. As the water heated up she let down her pony tail and stripped down. Claire looked at herself in the mirror and ran a hand down over her breast, then her rib cage and stopped over her stomach. Coming to the conclusion that she would look good with a tan, she noticed the mirror was starting to get foggy due to the heat from the shower. She quickly got in and groaned softly as the heat set into her sore muscles, her eyes closed and she leaned into the spray of water. A soft sigh escaped her throat as a hand slid between her legs. She bit her lip as her fingers teased herself, her eyes closed tight. A surprisingly vivid image of Albert Wesker fucking her against a wall while strangling her came to mind and she stroked herself faster. Her body arched against the cool tile and she brought her self to a short climax. Satisfied for the night she opened her eyes and turned off the water and went to bed. x.x.x.x.x.x Claire woke to the smell of fresh coffee and the feel of the comfy bed under her. Sometime during the night she had stripped off her pjs because of the hot summer evening. Sighing softly she snuggled deeper into the pillows and considered getting up to get a cup of coffee, except.... 'Wait a minute...' her thoughts were sluggish and honey slow from sleep. But still.... if she was the only one in the apartment, who made the coffee? It was about then she realized there was someone sitting on her computer chair in her bedroom. In one quick move she rolled out of bed, grabbed the gun from her nightstand table and came up into a crouch with it aimed at the person relaxing in the chair. "Good morning dear heart," he said smoothly, a tinge of amusement in his voice. Claire glared at him and wondered what would make him use that sort of tone. That is until she looked down and realized she was just in a pair of pink underwear. "Pervert," She muttered and quickly snatched the bedspread off the bed with one hand while the other kept the gun on him. Claire covered herself with the bedspread the best one can expect with only one hand. Her gun hand continued to point unwaveringly at Wesker. Seemingly unaffected he leaned back in the chair, a slight smirk quirking his lips. "Claire," his rich voice seemed to roll over her name slowly and savoring " you can put the gun away, I assure you I'm not here to kill you." "Oh gee, now that you've told me I feel so much more secure," she said sarcastically, gun never moving from her target. A soft chuckle escaped his lips and she felt something below tighten in her belly. Something warm and tingly that had nothing to do with fear. "If it makes you feel better keep it. Though I promise you that it wouldn't do you any good had I come here with something else in mind." The amusement left his voice for a moment and she tightened her grip on the gun at the stony look that now covered his face. "And what do you have in mind Wesker?" she ground out, her arm starting to cramp from her one hand hold on the gun. "Dear heart, didn't you get my note?" Claire's eyes widened and she almost let the gun slip from her grip in her moment of shock. She quickly regained her composure and glared at him, her arm starting to shake a little bit from holding the gun too long, "That doesn't seem like enough motivation for some one like you to seek me out." He stood with ease from the desk chair, a movement of muscular thighs and strong hips. His head lowered as he removed his sun glasses, folded them and then propped them up on her computer desk. Wesker started towards her, his red eyes locked with hers. He came to a halt in front of her. The gun was starting to shake a little more from the growing tension in her muscles. Coming down on a knee he moved close enough to kiss her, "You have no idea what motivates me Claire." She pulled the trigger, but some time in between firing the gun and the bullet leaving its chamber he kicked it from her hand and she found herself on her back with Wesker on top of her. His knees were digging into her biceps and his hand was gripping her chin painfully. The gun had been sent skidding under her desk impossibly out of reach. Her back arched up and hips thrust forward as she tried to buck him off. Claire's eyes squeezed tight as he gripped her chin tighter. She let out a gasp of pain and abruptly stopped when she thought he was going to crush her jaw. "Now now, no need for that," he murmured as his grip on her chin loosened. His thumb softly stroked her cheek as if mocking her, "If you promise to behave I'll let you up." Her eyes opened, a slight gleam of wetness filmed them. The pain he had caused due to his knees and rough grip he had had on her face only fueled her rage. "Screw you Wesker," she practically spit. A smirk covered his mouth as he said, "I think that can be arranged." His hands replaced his knees and he slid down her body. This caused Claire to arch forward for a completely different reason, her arms jerking against his iron clad grip. Using one knee he easily pushed himself between her thighs intimately, his chest snug up against her bare breasts. Wesker's face was so close she could feel the soft brush of his even breathing against her lips. Claire inhaled deeply catching the smell of his cologne and something that was altogether just Wesker. She recognized the intense look in his eyes as lust, his hips pushed against her and her breath caught in her throat, "Please... Stop." Wesker stared at her for a long moment, his tongue flicked over his lips slowly for a moment before he asked, "Will you behave?" "Yes," she whispered hoarsely in submission. He lowered his mouth and kissed her slowly, lingeringly, his tongue brushed her lips in a quick flick. Before she figure out whether she wanted to fight him off or respond in kind he was standing above her again. Claire looked up at him in a daze and she vaguely noticed at some point he had put his sun glasses back on. He offered her his hand. "Coffee?" he asked casually as though she hadn't just shot a gun at him and he hadn't kicked her down to the floor. She stared up at him like he had grown a second head before she carefully got up on her own without his help. Rubbing at her biceps gingerly she turned away form him and muttered, "Sure, why the hell not." "That's the spirit," she thought she heard him say as he exited the room. Claire hastily threw on her bra, a loose tank top and a pair of tight jean shorts. She could already feel the heat of summer seeping into her apartment despite how early it was. For a moment she thought about turning on the air conditioner but dreaded the thought of the bill she'd be running up. 'It's Crazy how such mundane things could still pop into your head during tense situations.' Her humor at the thought waned as the situation hit her. She stood there for a moment looking around. Of course she realized she was stalling, who'd want to willingly leave the comfort of their room when Albert Wesker was lurking in their kitchen? The voice in her head that sounded annoying like Wesker whispered 'You can't hide in here forever....' The door bell to her apartment rang and she hurried to catch the door. Unfortunately she was too late. Shouldn't have been hiding in my room. Wesker stood holding the door wide open and conversing with what seemed to be a police officer. She swallowed and thought about going back to hiding in her room, but Wesker's head titled to the side and although she couldn't see his frightening eyes behind his sun glasses she knew he was fixing her with a warning look. "Ah Claire, this gentleman is here because of a disturbance in the complex. Something about a gun shot being heard around here." While he was turned away from the cop he smirked at her. She walked closer to the door and almost jumped when he put an arm around her back, "Did you hear anything, dear?" "No," she said softly as the cop scrutinized the two of them. A drop of sweat slid down her back slowly. Oh god, Wesker will kill him if he doesn't believe us.. Whatever conclusion he came to she'd never know, he just nodded and moved on to the apartment next door. Claire let out a sigh of relief sagging a little. It took her a moment to realize she was leaning against Wesker's arm, but when she did she jerked away and glared at him. He had that annoying smirk on his face again and she felt like socking him. Instead she contended herself with plopping down in a chair at her tiny kitchen table and glaring at the unoffending piece of furniture. She heard him shut the front door, but was still slightly surprised when he set a cup of coffee down on the table. He took a seat across from her and watched her as she stared down in to the murky depths of the cup. Seeing nothing of interest or help she looked up and examined him for a long moment. He was wearing casual clothing for once- well as casual as Wesker got anyway. Clad in a black sports shirt, black blazer, and black jeans- 'I sense a theme here.' She mused over his presence in her small dingy kitchen and came to the conclusion that it didn't match him in the least. Sighing softly Claire decided to get down to business, "Why are you here Wesker?" He raised an a perfect blond eyebrow at her question. "You don't believe me?" She frowned at him as warning bells sounded in her head. What was he playing at? "Really- you're here because you wanted to see me?" "Is it so wrong for a man to seek out female companionship on occasion?" he asked. "For you it is," she said darkly. He leaned back in the chair, one leg crossing over the other, "Why do you think I'm here?" Claire paused for a moment unsure what to say, "To frighten me? Kidnap me? Possibly use me to hurt Chris?" Wesker's jaw seemed to clench at the mention of her older siblings name, but he shook his head. He stood up from the chair with an inhuman grace that made her skin tighten and walked behind her. His hands slowly came to rest on her shoulders. Wesker leaned down, his mouth brushing against he earlobe gently, "This is a completely casual encounter between two consenting adults. As I've said before, you and my business don't mix. I know you're attracted to me dear heart, be honest about how you feel." His lips pressed against the column of her neck and she shivered. "How I feel?" she asked softly. "Yes." he murmured in a gentle tone, slowly mouthing the tender skin at the base of her neck. "I hate you," she said in pure malice as she elbowed him in the face. He jerked backwards and fell back against the counter. "Claire," he growled. His sunglasses lay broken on the floor from the blow. His hand covered where she had elbowed him, but it seemed more out of surprise than pain. She ran. A part of her knew he would catch her but that wasn't the point. The point was this was wrong no matter how you looked at the situation- no matter how much she found him attractive. Stupid body chemistry. He raised his head slowly his eyes blazed and his mouth curled into what looked like a amused snarl, "Then that's how you want it." In a matter of seconds he had her slammed against one of the lame off white walls of her bedroom. She had ran back in an attempt to get her gun, "I know you want it like this- want to feel like I forced you so you can justify wanting me." Claire was too dizzy from slamming into the wall to fully understand what he was saying. Her mind had seemingly decided to take that moment to reboot. His body was hard against hers, face pressed against her neck. She couldn't imagine why he was acting this way- why he responded to her with so much volatility. Why he wanted her. "No," she whispered. "I'm going to make you beg for it," he growled. His hands grabbing her waist possessively and Claire was sure his fingers were digging hard enough to bruise. Wesker quickly grabbed both of her arms and twisted them behind her back. Claire let out a groan of pain and struggled against him, but his hands and body held her like a brick wall. Using one hand he held both of her wrists tightly. The other tore her tank top off her like it was nothing more than paper and used it to tie her wrists together. Claire let out an indignant shriek at the sound of tearing fabric and started to jerk against the restraints. He wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted her up. Moving over to her bed he dropped Claire on her back on top of the bed. In a matter of moments he was on top of her. His hands slid along her body with a familiarity she didn't think he should have after only having had sex once. 'Technically a couple times.' His fingers traced slow circles over her stomach and when he came up to her breasts he tore her bra open from the front. The brief rush of cool air made her shiver until the heat of his breath against her skin replaced it. He lowered his mouth to her chest. Her eyes shut involuntarily as a warm tongue slid over a hard peak, thumb and forefinger tightening and teasing the other nipple. Slowly he rolled the small bud around with his tongue. One hand stroked her other breasts before his fingers gripped the supple flesh. Claire's face flushed as his lips mouthed the tender skin before blowing cool air on it. After a few nips he switched off. His lips slowly dragging across the soft skin of her chest over to the other unattended bud. His tongue flicked it gently before his lips pulled it taut. His tongue curved itself over to the swell of her breast and his teeth bit hard enough to leave deep red marks. He drew the taut nipple into his mouth again and sucked on it. Unable to help her bodies reaction her chest rose into the touch. Wesker responded by digging his hips hard into her to push her back into the bed. The feel ofl his erection pressing into her belly cause a low husky moan to get caught in her throat. Feeling helpless Claire clenched her fists in an attempt to break her bonds. She froze and let out a soft groan as Wesker's mouth left her breast and lead a damp trail down to her stomach. Fingers followed and lightly scratched and pinched their way down a similar path. His mouth locked on to the sensitive skin of her hip and focused his attentions there. One of the roaming hands moved lower and teased her through the fabric of her jean shorts. Claire bit her lip, the feeling of his mouth sent little shocks straight down between her legs. Her arousal was causing her skin to become horribly sensitive and he used it against her. "Please," she groaned as he nipped at the soft flesh and soothed it with his tongue. He paused for a moment from his activity and tilted his head up to look at her. Her eyes started at his lips, "Please what?" She looked down at him with glazed over eyes and practically whispered, "Fuck me..." His mouth curved into a malicious smile, "Not good enough." He moved his hands to undo her shorts and slid them down her hips, leaving Claire in only in her underwear. Crawling between her legs he slipped his fingers into the waistband of her panties and artfully pulled them off her and flung the offending garment to the floor. Wasting no time he lifted her thighs on to his shoulders spread her outer lips. He inhaled sharply before running his tongue along the sensitive inner skin. Claire bit her lip and her body jerked. The fabric tying her hands behind her back dug sharply into her wrists. Wesker's tongue circled slowly around her the taut bit of skin begging for his attention. Just when she thought she have to beg him he flattened his tongue to make it thick and flicked it over her clit in a couple quick movements. She gasped and her inner muscles clenched tightly. One of his finger teased her entrance but never pushed in all the way. She looked down and he caught her eye as he pulled the skin between his lips and sucked softly, his tongue still rubbing against the sensitive nub. "Wesker!" she found his name escaping her mouth. He made a 'Hmmm?' sound against her clit and her body shook. "Fuck me," her face was red from the boldness in her voice. He pulled away from her so not even an inch of her skin was touching him. A jolt went through her at the unnerving blank look covering his face. "Well," he drawled, "since you really don't seem to want it that badly I suppose I could just leave..." She could feel his weight shifting as he got off the bed. A low cry of frustration escaped her throat. "Better yet, I could call Christopher. I'm sure he'd be interested in what his little sister is up to," there wasn't even a hint of snarky amusement in his voice and that scared her. "No!" she cried and started to struggle furiously against the restraints. He was on top of her again holding her in place, "Beg me." "Fuck me!" she choked out sure the neighbors probably heard her. "Please!" her body arched up into him seeking the hard muscles and warmth, "Please! I need you... oh god please fuck me!" He stared down at her with those frighteningly inhuman eyes and she was sure he was going to leave. Claire didn't even hear him unzip his jeans and was shocked when he lifted her hips and unceremoniously thrust in to her. A sound of surprise got caught in her throat at the sudden fullness, but her legs automatically wrapped around his waist. A harsh breath came from Wesker as he paused for a moment, her inner muscles clenching around him tightly. His eyes burned into hers as he pulled out and quickly filled her again. He built up a rhythm of shallow quick jerks punctuated by much deeper slow thrusts that made the air escape from her lungs in soft cries. There was something dominating about the way he fucked her. It could have been the way he held her hips, or the fact that she was nude and he was still clothed. Wesker was a control freak, after all, and his body seemed to demand submission from hers. Still, she wanted to grab at him and to dig her nails into his back. Claire wanted to let him know that she could leave a mark too- she wasn't some helpless toy he could just play with. He must have noticed the thoughts reflecting on her face because he sunk in to her deeply and rolled his hips in a slow sensuous movement. The motion pulled a noise of frustration and pleasure from her. One of his hand slipped between where their bodies met and a slim finger grazed over her clit repeatedly. Her body already close from his teasing she was quickly driven over the edge. A spasm went through her body at the force of her orgasm and she lay there dazed for a moment. She squeaked when his hands grabbed her thighs and he pulled out of her. Loosening the grip her legs had on him he sat up and easily lifted her in a position where she straddled his lap, her thighs on either side of his hips. Wesker slowly laid back and watched to see what she would do. But when she sat looking uncertain and did nothing he let out an agitated noise. "Well?" he asked expectantly, his hips pushing up so she could feel how hard he was. Claire was exhausted, and not the normal sort of exhausted she got from the gym or school. This was a sore yet satisfied sort of exhaustion. Why she was awake and capable of making such observations was beyond her. Her body ached in protest as she shifted into a more comfortable position against Wesker's chest. Looking up she found him watching her intently. The hand that was casually splayed at her hip stroked gently and made her shiver. Claire fidgeted for a moment and decided to ignore him and go back to sleep. Sometime later she awoke when Wesker got up. She tiredly watched the way he rose and how his muscles shifted beneath his skin. Somewhere in her muddled tired mind found it unnerving how inhuman he really was. The way his body moved and the sharp figure he stuck as he rose from slipping his jeans back on. And I slept with him... twice. She tried to feel displeased with herself, but was far too tired. After he finished he approached the bed and lent over her. Claire stared up at him with sleepy curiosity. His lips brushed over hers in a manner that seemed very un-Wesker-like and his hand brushed her face somewhat possessively. "Rest well dear heart," he said before he left. x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x One Month Later Claire had felt embarrassed going to the store to buy it, but it never hurt to be cautious. The store clerk gave her a curious glance and she fought off a rude response. When she got home she felt a growing feeling of trepidation settle in her mid section. Having done as the instructions said a nervous feeling of anticipation came over her as she waited. She inhaled deeply- the recommended three minute wait time was almost up. Looking up she checked the clock again, then decided to check it. Two lines. She tried another one. Still two lines. She was pregnant.
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