Ada awoke to the sound of rain beating against the glass and the feeling of a soft mattress pressed against her back. Soothing sensations that should've been the last thing to expect in the hellish environment she'd been fighting her way through for the past few days. Once focus and clarity returned to her she darted upright into a sitting position, blinking back the momentary confusion as she took in her surroundings.

'The village Chief's bedroom?' She wondered with surprise. How did she get here? The last thing she remembered was being overwhelmed with a wave of vertigo before falling unconscious out in the open. She was vulnerable, defenseless and surrounded by hostiles. She should've been killed.

"Having a bad day?" The deep baritone voice hit her like a splash of cold water as she saw the shape of her employer looming near the window of the master bedroom. Wesker. His back was to her as he deposited a blood sample into a capsule. Her blood. The question of how she had gotten here was answered so suddenly. Ada masked her surprise with a cool disposition.

"Wesker. To what do I owe this pleasure?" She didn't expect to see him out in the field, so far away from the overwatch security of his own ship. For a moment she feared he might've decided to take matters into his own hands and would have no further use for her after so many setbacks.

"Stop wasting my time, Ada." He said, clearly frustrated things weren't going as smoothly as he'd wanted. "Find Luis. Fetch me the Amber." He turned to face her and Ada took a moment to drink in the sight of him.

The light from the candles around the room cast flickering shadows across his face, highlighting the sharp lines of his jaw and the stern set of his lips. Despite the chaos waging outside, he looked utterly in control, his posture relaxed, the tailored suit fitting him like a glove. His combed back blonde hair was ever so slightly ruffled by the storm's restless breath, giving him a rakish appeal that was hard to ignore. She felt a familiar stirring in her stomach, a mix of attraction and anxiety.

Despite herself, she couldn't help but allow her mind to waver towards past moments where she and Wesker had shared a bedroom together under more pleasant circumstances. The first time had been in a secret underground lab of the Spencer Mansion, back when the world was still blissfully unaware of the horrors that were being cultivated beneath its surface. When she was pretending to be John Clemens' girlfriend.

The tension between them had been thick enough to cut with a knife, a delicious mingling of danger and desire that had sparked an explosive encounter. Ada had been the one to initiate it, of course, using her considerable charms to distract him from his work, to see if she could lure a bigger fish into her fold than the one she had caught. She hadn't expected to be the one that had been caught herself.

She remembered the way his eyes had searched hers, looking for the slightest hint of deceit before he'd finally given in, his lips pressing against hers with a ferocity that had taken her by surprise. It had been a dance of power, a silent battle of wills played out through the most primal of acts.

And yet, amidst the passion, there had been a brief moment of tenderness, a spark of something that had felt almost...human. It was a side of him she rarely saw, a side that made her question the depth of his cold, calculating nature. He'd grown a lot colder since then, and despite herself, she almost found herself longing for that man he'd once been who didn't have such a relentless quest for world domination.

Now, as she watched him pocket her blood sample with such cold detachment, she couldn't help but feel a pang of resentment to realize that in some ways, things still hadn't changed between them. They both used each other, in one way or another. Maybe tonight would be no different.

"I should probably thank you for this room," she said with a hint of familiarity in her voice. "Are you staying?" She asked, a small hint of something in her voice that Wesker must've recognized. "To back me up?"

He must've sensed the direction she was headed as he came to a pause in front of her while she remained seated at the edge of the bed. "I'm not here to babysit you. See that you remain an asset--and not a liability."

His words were cold, but the way his eyes lingered on her suggested something else entirely. Having known the man for years, she knew the signs well enough to read their meaning.

"I'm more than capable of taking care of myself," she said, cutting him off with a sharp voice before he could continue reprimanding her abilities. "Playing the damsel doesn't suit me."

"Nor does it suit me playing the shining knight. And yet here we are," he said with an arched eyebrow, showing the barest hint of amusement at her fiery retort.

"Here we are," she repeated, her voice low and seductive. "The two of us, alone again in a bedroom surrounded by horrors that can't reach us. So much tension." Ada reclined ever slightly back on the bed with the grace of a cat. Wesker's eyes watched closely, his amber irises glowing with the heat of a repressed desire.

"What do you say we relieve that tension before I go out and risk my neck for your 'evolutionary' dream?" The rain outside continued its fierce tapping against the windows, the candles casting their erratic dance of shadows across her form as she looked at him. She knew how to play this game, knew the buttons to push to get under his skin. And right now, she needed him to not only trust her, but to remind him of what they'd shared before.

Wesker's gaze followed her, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in her movements. "We don't have time for this, Ada." He said, determined to remain focus, but his voice lacked the cold firmness it once held.

"Then we should make time...Albert," she prompted.

Wesker inhaled deeply, his posture simmering down from its rigid stiffness into something more hungry and ready. He approached the bed, his gaze never leaving hers as he took in the way her red sweater clung to her body, damp from the rain and the exertion of her recent escapades. She looked at him with a challenge in her eyes, a silent dare that was impossible for him to ignore.

Her beauty bore a sense of mystique, almost feline-like in the flickering candlelight, and it was a stark contrast to the cold, practical woman he knew she was. Yet, there was something about Ada that was different from anyone else he had encountered in his life. Her ability to adapt, to survive, to thrive in the most dire of situations had always intrigued him. It was as if she was crafted from the same mold that had shaped him into the man he was today.

He couldn't help but feel a twinge of something that resembled admiration for her, a feeling he had never truly allowed himself to indulge in before. But in that moment, with the storm rumbling outside and the warmth of the bedroom washing over them, he let his guard down. He knew it was foolish, especially with so much at stake. But the craving to indulge grew ever stronger.

"Seven minutes," he said. "Seven minutes is all I can spare."

Ada's eyes gleamed. "Oh, I think you'll have to give me more than that," she purred, her words dripping with seduction. "You did take my blood, and didn't even offer to buy me a drink."

The edge of his mouth quirked up into a smirk. He leaned in closer towards her, their faces a mere whisper apart. "Fair enough," he murmured.

In a sudden, explosive movement, Wesker grabbed Ada by the wrists and pinned her down onto the bed. The sheets rustled beneath them as she let out a gasp of surprise. A clap of thunder outside shook the room as if beckoning the rigorous passion about to unfold.

Ada didn't struggle. Instead, she met his intensity with a fiery gaze of her own, her hips arching up to meet his as he straddled her. His strength was undeniable, a testament to the viral enhancements that coursed through his veins. Like those many times they'd danced before, she felt the rising thrill of danger and the shivered with anticipation.

Wesker didn't bother with pleasantries or gentle caresses. His mouth found hers in a bruising kiss, his teeth grazing her lower lip. His hands moved over her body with a possessive hunger, ripping at the lifting the fabric of her sweater to caress her ample breasts. Ada arched her back, sighing as the scent of his sandalwood cologne washed over, setting a warm feeling in her blood. Wesker's hands weren't idle in their exploration as he journeyed low and worked and the zipper of her leather pants. She could feel his own need, his desire for her a palpable force that made her body respond in kind.

Her pants soon followed the growing pile of clothes upon the floor along with her boots. He offered no protest as she unbuckled him and dropped his suit-pants. He was as big as she remembered, throbbing and ready to seed her terrain. Wesker seized her neck and forced her back against the mattress. He tsked at her with a sharp grin as he roughly seized her long legs and hoisted her up against his pelvis. "I'll indulge you for once," he said as he removed her long boots and shed her tight leathers. They joined the pile of clothes upon the floor, his tip of his clothes brushing against the slit of her sopping heat.

Looking her in the eyes he pushed into her with a ferocity that left her gasping, his movements punctuated by the relentless pounding of the rain outside. He didn't bother with subtlety or finesse. He was a man on a mission, driven by a lust that was as potent as the viruses he studied. Ada moaned as she threw her head back, feeling herself get hammered by wave after wave of hard pleasure. Each thrust of Wesker's hips was was a declaration of dominance, a reclaiming of territory that he once roamed. His large hands seized her breasts, kneading the soft flesh as each stab of his cock drove her to a spiral of ecstasy.

Ada's legs wrapped around his waist, her nails digging into his back as she urged him deeper, her own hips rising to meet him. Their bodies collided in a tumult of passion, the sound of their skin slapping together and their mingled gasps and grunts echoing through the room. The candles flickered, casting their intimate shadows onto the walls. With the last vestige of their clothing shed, Wesker climbed onto the bed, his sunglasses reflecting Ada's impassioned visage.

The blonde man hooked her leg into his arm as they rested on their sides, allowing his girth to sink deeper into her. Ada's eyes widened, her moans shattered as Wesker held her throat, increasing the force of his hard thrusts. With her free hand she rubbed her swelling clit, trembling amidst the barrage of pleasure engulfing her. Their gazes held, even through the blackness of his shades, she could see the amber gleam of his feline slits.

Her first orgasm came the moment he sank his teeth into her neck as he growled with lust. She cried out, nearly spasming out of his grip as a thunderous jolt of hot pleasure moved through her. Wesker withheld his release, his stamina not nearly depleted despite his eagerness to expedite this familiar dance. An urge he hadn't quite satisfied in what seemed like years had been awoken and he was now set on indulging it fully.

Without a word, he rolled her over onto her stomach and pulled her hips up, the side of Ada's face brushed against the sheets. The coolness of the fabric felt like a balm against her feverish skin as he positioned himself behind her, the head of his cock nudging at her wetness. He took a moment to appreciate the view, the way her round ass bobbed in anticipation, how her toned back tensed with anticipation, her pussy glistening in the candlelight.

"Just as exquisite as I remember you," he whispered, reigniting the flame of arousal in her body so soon after her orgasm. He didn't wait another moment as thrust into her from behind, the wet sound of their bodies slapping through the room like a drumbeat in time with the storm. Ada's legs quivered and she clutched the covers in her fists, crying out with every hard slam of his hips into her. It was raw, primal, and exactly what they both needed in this moment.

His hand clamped down on her hip, holding her in place as he began to move faster, the slap of his flesh against hers punctuated with her hard rigorous grunts. She watched in the mirror across the room as her body arched back, her head thrown back in ecstasy as he took her in the most primal way possible. Wesker merely smiled back at her, but his heavy breathing was a sure indicator that he was close to his peak.

Sensing this, Ada felt a natural inclination to seize control. To show Wesker that she was more than just an asset to be used and discarded. With a swift move, she used her powerful legs to flip him onto his back, straddling him with a triumphant smile.

Wesker's eyes narrowed with a mix of surprise and arousal as she began to ride him with a determined pace. Her hips rocked back and forth in a rhythm that was both overwhelming and demanding. Wesker held her hips, watching as her breasts bounced with every movement. She leaned forward, her hair brushing against his face as she whispered into his ear, her voice a seductive purr that sent shivers down his spine.

"Allow me," she murmured, her nails digging into his chest.

Wesker's grip tightened on her hips, his breathing growing ragged as he watched the storm of sensations play out on Ada's face. Her movements grew more erratic, her breaths quickening as she approached the edge of her own climax. He could feel her tightening around him, her muscles clenching and releasing as he was pushed to the brink.

With a roar that coincided with the thunder outside, he gave in, his body tensing as he reached his peak and unloaded inside of her. Ada threw her head back, her eyes squeezed shut, her moans of pleasure blending with the sound of the storm. Her pussy clenched around his cock, milking him for every drop of his release. Ada collapsed onto Wesker's chest, her body limp and sated. He wrapped an arm around her, his chest rising and falling with deep, even breaths. They lay there in silence for a moment, basking in the afterglow of their entanglement.

For a moment it felt as if there wasn't a care left in the world beyond the warm bubble they had been enveloped in. Nothing was said, neither of them were one for pillow-talk; the moment of serenity was over too soon as they felt the real world creeping in on them with another clap of thunder from outside. Ada rolled over onto her back, allowing Wesker to sit up. He checked his his watch and hummed quietly while Ada cleaned herself off.

"Fifteen minutes, forty-five seconds," he said.

Ada released a small chuckle as she began to slip her clothes back on, her expression one of complete satisfaction. "I knew you couldn't resist."

Wesker's posture regained its rigid "boss" exterior as he rose from bed. "This doesn't change our arrangement, Ada. You still have a job to do." He tightened his belt holsters, the candlelight reflecting off the lenses of his sunglasses as he met her gaze.

"I know," she said, rolling down her red sweater. Her voice was still laden with a hint of playfulness as she pulled on her gloves. "But you have to admit, it's good for morale."

"Perhaps," he conceded, a small tug of his lips revealing itself, "but now it's time to get back to work. Do your job, I may have another task for you soon."

Ada arched her eyebrow at him with curiosity. "It could cost you more and affect the speed of my main objective."

"Just get it done," he said, his voice a low growl. "Your pet dog is running loose creating chaos. Use the distraction if you must."

Ada nodded, tucking her own guns back into their holsters. There was the barest hint of hesitation in her expression, but it faded immediately as a mask of cool professionalism concealed it. "I'll do whatever is necessary," she promised, her voice firm and determined. "You know I'm the best at what I do...Wesker." Reverting to using only his last name should've been appeasing to the cold employer, but his jaw tightened almost as if he still craved that lingering familiarity between them when she used his first name.

Their gazes met as she stood up from the bed. The gravity of what took place between them hung in the air as they shared one last lingering look. A look that spoke a thousand words yet offered no room for any of those words to be spoken. Wesker inhaled deeply as if warring himself before he turned and strode out of the room.

"I'll be in touch," he said to her over his shoulder.

Ada was left to her thoughts and the task ahead. As the door clicked shut behind him, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of doubt. She'd bought herself a bit more time and clout with her longtime acquaintance, but it could only last for so long. She knew that she had to retrieve the sample at all costs, no matter what Wesker planned to do with it.

The rain outside had turned into a torrent, the thunder rumbling ominously in the distance. Ada shivered, something foreign inside of her feeling called by a gathering taking place at the edge of the village leading towards the Salazar castle.

"Well, I guess it's back to the grind," she quipped dryly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. As she turned and made her march towards the door, she looked over the rumpled bed-sheets one more time, a small smirk edging at her lips. She almost wished she could see the village Chief's reaction once he realized what his bed had been used for. Almost.

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By Smokescreen117