Thicker than Water

First topic message reminder :

"They were bitten, not dead and buried." Wesker corrected. "I'm sorry Alex, we are not having this discussion."

"He very nearly was." Wesker pointed out, though didn't pull his gaze away from Sherry's. He found it strange, and so very beautiful, that odd shade of her eyes. "The same could happen to you... Now that Jake is gone, there is no one to withstand my temper."

"I've told you before, Mr. Wesker." Sherry said firmly, not yet letting go of him. "I'm not afraid of you."

"And yet. You still call me mister." Wesker replied, finally pulling away and replacing his glasses.

"That's because I would rather respect a snake than be bit by it. I'm not stupid, Mr. Wesker." Sherry said softly, sliding her fingers over her slender thighs.

Wesker smiled, rather liking the comparison. "And what if your 'snake' did something you didn't like, would you still give him your respect?"

Sherry nodded, a sweet smile curving her full lips. "After I stepped on his head, of course." She purred.

Those sweet lips were almost Wesker's undoing as he watched their full shape stretch into that delicious smile. Oh the things he knew she could do with them... As his mind wandered, wesker realised sherry had still been staring at him. "Is that a promise?" He finally responded, his fingers resting upon her slender thighs once more.

Sherry didn't truly understand why her insides were twisting wildly as she felt the cool touch of Wesker's hands where they replaced her own. "I don't believe in promises." She breathed, leaning closer to him. Her lips brushed his own as she continued, "I would rather give you proof."

"Proof?" Wesker breathed, letting his lips brush Sherry's again as he spoke, though the cool fingers of one hand had slowly began pulling at the zipper on the body forming suit she wore.

Sherry forcefully pressed her lips to Wesker's, her tongue sliding past his lips the moment he had opened them enough to satisfy her. She grabbed for the fingers that were unzipping her suit and pressed them to the desk. Though she knew he could over power her at any moment, it was her way of showing him that she was in control.

Though she had his hands pressed to the desk beside them, wesker still rose from his seat, his lips tasting Sherry's again and again. There was the deep dark voice whispering in his ear, telling him he was a bad man, he had seen this woman being born. He had watched her take her first step. Oh how he loved to be this utterly deviant. One quick move, and he could have this lovely creature laid out bare for his hungry desires, but for now she was in charge.

Sherry's thoughts were not really much better. She remembered the times as a little girl when she'd crawled into his lap and demanded he look at her. It wasn't anything less than she was doing now. She was demanding that he help her take this as far as it could possibly go.

Wesker let his lips pull away from Sherry's, kissing her slender neck as moved lower, tasting the flesh he had exposed before she had stopped him unzipping her all the way. He still didn't pull his hands free, knowing how much sherry had always wanted to be in control, no matter how often it was denied her.

A small part of Sherry knew how much it was costing Wesker to let someone else be in control. She knew him well enough to know what control meant to him. Slowly she released his hands and pulled him closer to her, trying to show him that perhaps there was a happy medium they could reach. This didn't include stopping the delicious kisses he was bestowing on her.

Wesker's arms were around Sherry the moment his hands were free, as though simpy testing she truly was there. A second later they were slowly pushing her skin tight clothing over her creamy shoulders, pausing the drop cool kisses against the exposed skin.

Everything was fine until Sherry's memories got the better of her. She had seen Wesker treating her mother this very same way. Perhaps not as gently but still...
All at once she was shoving him away from her and yanking up the zipper, her face stony with anger.

Wesker stumbled back a step, and was quick to scowl at Sherry. "What a shame, I was so looking forward to comparing mother to daughter!" He sneered, simply for something cruel to say.

The hurt shot across Sherry's face almost too quick to be seen. Almost.
"That's what I thought." She muttered, shoving off the desk. "Would you send me back to my cage now? I need a shower."

"Try another stunt like this, and I'll make you shower with my men." Wesker snarled, the tone of his voice proving he really would do such a thing.

Sherry flipped him off. She was just as surly and unrequited as he was and it certainly didn't help anything. "I'll do whatever I want and you're not going to tell me otherwise!" She hissed. "I'm not afraid of you, Albert Wesker!"

Wesker was back in her space in an instant. He had Sherry pushed down onto the desk, a knee spreading her slender thighs as he yanked down her zipper again, this time exposing her creamy breasts. He had the young woman's wrists held in a bruising grip above her head, a snarl on his own lips. "Do not for a second think I cannot take whatever it is I want!"

Sherry didn't sob or call for another man. She simply looked at Wesker, her lips set in a thin and determined line. "You won't take what I'm not offering." She ground out. "Don't you dare threaten me with that, Wesker."

"I am not in the habit of making empty threats." Wesker warned, yanking Sherry's suit down over her slender hips. "I spent days taking what I wanted from the Chambers girl!"

"You won't get anything out of me." Sherry hissed, narrowing her eyes at him. The color was changing again, the yellow being replaced with crimson. "You won't get even get satisfaction from it."

Wesker saw the change, and grinned like a fool. "Oh? And what if you gain satisfaction from it?" He purred, the cool leather of a gloved finger teasing the warmth that had been hidden from him until now.

"I seriously doubt that you could manage something like that, old man." Sherry snarled fiercely. "You may have gotten my mother off with your bullshit. But it's not good enough for me."

Sherry had truly said the wrong thing to Wesker. Growing old was a genuine fear, something he never expressed to anyone, and of course... It was partially the basis for his thirst for god hood. "Got your mother off? How much do you even know?" He asked darkly. "For all you know, you just came on to your own daddy dearest!"

Sherry laughed at this, knowing she'd hit the mark. Wesker had backed off somewhat. "And there's a problem with that?" She snorted, raising a challenging eyebrow at him.

"If only your mother could see you know... How proud she would be you are as much of a whore as she was." Wesker mocked, backing off completely. "You're right, you do need a shower... And I wasn't joking about making you shower with my men."

Sherry closed her eyes and sighed softly. She hadn't been totally sure she could play the card as well as she had. When she opened them, they were back to their grey color. "Whatever." She answered after a moment, shrugging her shoulders. "It's not like I haven't seen it before or anything."