Rescue AfterMath
Request: Chapter 2 of Rescue Mission Word Count: 3k Notes: SFW, fluff, Albert Wesker x Reader
The roar of the helicopter was deafening in the metal machine. Even with the headset that covered your ears and static radio crackling through the speakers couldn’t drown out the hideous noise. You were leaning against Wesker’s arm. Not finding the strength to sit up straight after what you went through. Even if you didn’t see many zombies or were in that much danger, it was the potential behind the outbreak. Knowing what could have gone down. After seeing it all unfold on tv in other cities, only for it to happen just outside your home. You felt exhausted. Like the fear you had felt during your time on the ground had drained you.
Wesker was a statue beside you. Keeping his hand gently on your knee. Offering what little comfort he could give by resting his gloved hand there. As if to keep you beside him.
In his other hand, he held his phone and you watched as the screen flicked between emails and messages. Reports of survivors and the number of outbreaks that his teams had eradicated. You tried not to read it. But the words; Retreat. Too many casualties. Quarantine breached. Mutated B.O.W’s sighted.
It was all keeping you on edge. You didn’t want to imagine the type of carnage that was happening on the ground, just outside your home.
Then you felt the helicopter begin to descend. The sudden motion made you grip Wesker’s arm, and he soothed you with a gentle rub of his thumb against your knee. You looked up at him as he turned his head away from his phone.
“It’s alright. We’re here.” He said. And the helicopter landed with a jolt and the engines were cut off, allowing the thunderous whirling to cease into quiet.
“Where are we?” You asked. Leaning away from Wesker as he stood from his seat and pulled on the door. It slid open smoothly, and Wesker stepped out onto a concrete platform. He turned and offered you his hand. And you took it as you climbed out of the helicopter. Taking a moment to look around as Wesker slammed the door shut on the machine. It looked like a campus. Possibly an Umbrella campus of some sort. A cluster of large buildings that were surrounded by a high concrete fence. You glimpsed guards posted in watch towers and a heavy, chain link gate, set at the front of the facility.
“We’re somewhere safe.” Wesker said. His hand slid down to the small of your back, and he gently guided you off the landing platform and into the adjacent building. To you, it looked like a large office building. Through the doors, you were led past an empty receptionist desk. However, the room had armed officers by each of the doors. Their faces were covered behind tinted riot helmets and the matching gear bore the Umbrella symbol. Wesker walked past each of them without acknowledging their presence. And at each door, Wesker had to flash an ID card across a small lit up pad. And then, as you were led into a main structure, the ID scanner glowed green, but a small device poked out from the wall, directed towards Wesker.
Without taking his hand from your back, Wesker removed his sunglasses and lined his right eye with the lens of the scanner. A moment later, the scanner retracted back into the wall, and the heavy set doors opened up into an elevator. You stepped inside and Wesker pressed a button at the top of the selection. Indicating that you were being taken to the highest point in the building. The amount of security in this building eased some part of your rattled self. The amount of armed forces and heavy set windows would hold back even a city sized horde of infected.
“You will be staying in my suite until the outbreak is under control.” Wesker informed you as he slid his sunglasses back over his eyes. “This is the safest place for you. I promise.”
You nodded. Watching the numbers at the top of the door reach its final destination and the elevator slid open. Revealing a luxurious living room with wide windows and a large couch facing a massive tv. The suite was possibly bigger than your entire house. And the tiles were so spotless you were almost afraid to step on them.
“Are you staying?” You asked Wesker, in a voice that was much softer than you intended. You didn’t want to be left alone right now. But you also knew that Wesker would be needed to deal with the outbreak. He was their best operative.
You stepped out of the elevator but Wesker stayed behind. His dark glasses reflected your face as he looked at you. You didn’t realize that you were half hugging yourself, like you were cold. But then he shook his head. Holding open the doors as they tried to shut between the two of you.
“I need to go find out what happened.” Wesker said. And you felt your chest fall at his words. A moment stretched between you, and then Wesker stepped forward and allowed the doors to close behind him. “But I think they can manage without me for a little white.”
The relief you felt almost made you feel guilty. People were possibly in great danger and here was their best chance at containing the outbreak. Taking off his coat to hang it over the back of a chair and gesture towards the bathroom.
“You’ll want a bath after being in the contaminated area. Even if you’re clean of infection, the smell hangs around just as stubbornly.”
He wasn’t wrong. The entire walk into the building you had been smelling the foul stench of the zombie you got close too. Though, you didn’t touch it nor did any of its blood splatter on you; the smell of the infection clung to your senses like a…well..like a bad smell.
A bath would do you good. Or a really hot shower. It might even relax you and sooth the unease that still had its claws in you. You needed to scrub it off. Get some fresh clothes and cleanse your nose with something better than rotten flesh and sickness. Wesker opened the door for you and you were blinded by white tiles and the strong scent of disinfectant.
The bathroom was just as luxurious as the rest of the apartment. It had a large, pool-like bath and a shower that hung from the ceiling in a wide square head. Crisp white towels lined the walls and the sinks were stocked with various soaps and body-safe chemicals. That was one thing you’d give credit to Umbrella for, everything would be spotless and would provide only the best ways to clean yourself. Not a single germ would survive the cleaning service of this place.
“Is this where you usually go in between meetings?” You asked, knowing full well Wesker does nothing but work. If it wasn’t secret missions, it was meetings. If it wasn’t meetings, it was a mission sending him into other countries that he was unable to talk to you about. You never actually asked if he had a home to go to. Or if he just brooded behind a desk until given a directive.
There was a hint of a smile on the corner of Wesker’s lips. But he shook his head.
“No. This is a temporary facility to help deal with the outbreak. It was the closest I could take you without Umbrella getting suspicious.” He flicked on the tap and adjusted it until steam rolled out of the white basin. You touched the water, feeling it was a little too cold and flicked the hot tap on more.
You then grabbed the strongest disinfectant you thought your skin could handle and handed it to him. He gave you a look over the edge of his glasses, but said nothing as he added it to the water. You wanted to be clean. But not burnt to the last layer of flesh, clean. You would use the nice smelling soap once the chemicals removed the stench off your body. “Umbrella doesn’t know you pulled me out of the outbreak?” You asked, with an air of surprise to your tone.
“They know.” He corrected you. “But they don’t want any witnesses or possible Infected leaving a certain radius. The only reason I was able to bring you here is because they can keep a better eye on you.” That harshness returned to his voice. Like he didn’t agree with his orders. But you were grateful nonetheless with this place. Even if you were still within range of the virus, it was better than the homes you would be huddled up in. Or the quarantine camps you’ve seen on tv.
“I’m honestly surprised they approved my rescue.” You said, sitting on the side of the tub as you watched the water rise.
“They know the consequences if they had rejected the rescue.” Wesker said. His glasses started to fog and you smiled in amusement as he briefly wiped them with the edge of his shirt.
“It's ok, you can keep them off.” You assured him. But he merely cocked a small smile and slid them back into place. You didn’t push the subject. Instead busied yourself with touching the water and turning off the taps once the water was at the right height.
“Do you want me to leave while you get undressed?” There it was. That cocky smirk of his that matched the smooth smug voice. You felt your body flush with heat but you felt your expression neutral, with only a hint of a small smile.
You didn’t know what the two of you were. You have never gone on a date or even as much as held his hand. But Wesker came straight into the middle of a zombie outbreak to rescue you. You spoke almost every night and it was rare to never go more than a few days without a message from him. But you didn’t think you were ready to share such an intimate moment of displaying your naked body to him right after you witnessed brains being splattered all over your bedroom. But you knew you couldn’t handle being alone right now. “Turn around and I’ll wear a towel or something in the bath,” If there was a hint of disappointment, you didn’t catch it. But he turned his back to you and you undressed quickly, wrapping a towel around your torso before slipping into the hot water. You almost felt dizzy with the smell of chemicals and steam coming out of the bath. And the sensation of wet fabric against your skin felt a little itchy, but it was washed away as you sunk deep into the bath until only your head remained above water.
“Alright, I’m decent again.” You said, and Wesker chuckled. Turning back around to sit beside you on the bath edge.
“You know, you undressed right in front of the mirrors.” He smirked down at you. And you stared up at him in a mixture of embarrassment and a flustered gasp.
“You did not.”
“It's hard not too.” He looked over your submerged body and his smirk deepened. “You and I both know this was going to happen eventually.”
“What? That you were going to play hero and have me half naked in a bath?” You said. “I thought it would go kinda differently. But…by all means, you can join me.” Wesker laughed and shook his head. Even with the sunglasses, you could see the discomfort on his face. “Do you not like baths?”
“No. Hot water is uncomfortable for Uroborus.” He explained. And it shocked you how casually he spoke about the infection. “It can survive in hot water, it just starts to hurt if I’m in there for too long.” He moved his gloved hand to hover above the surface of the water. Like he was testing to see just how much discomfort he could manage before pulling his arm away. “As much as I would love to join you, I’ll sit this one out.” You nodded. Unsure how to take this new information. Wesker rarely spoke about Uroborus. Keeping it to himself for professional and safety reasons. ‘The less you know, the better’ was always his reasoning for never sharing information. And you understood. It was his creation after all.
“Could you hand me the soap then?” You asked, and then mimicked his smirk with your own. “Make yourself useful.”
The chuckle came from deep in his chest, but he retrieved the bar of soap for you. But didn’t hand it to you. Instead, he bit the fabric of his gloved finger and pulled the glove from his hand. Discarding it to the side and doing the same with the other, all without taking his eyes off you. You couldn’t hold his gaze for long. The seering look behind those glasses was causing all sorts of warmth through your body.
He offered you his bare hand and you hesitantly laid your wet hand in his. And gently, Wesker started to massage your arm and shoulders with the bar of soap. Occasionally submerging the bar into the water to lather you better with the scent. You leaned forward a little. Allowing him better access to your back and neck. You shivered as his fingers caressed along your shoulder blades and down your spine. Tenderly rubbing the pads of his fingers into the base of your neck and along your collarbone. You could feel the restraint behind each movement. The strength that delicately moved his fingers along your body to leave you feeling relaxed and smelling sweet. You let your eyes fall close and you felt the soap leave his fingers. His palms molded against the curves of your shoulders. Fingers teasingly brushing against your neck and you suppressed a pleasant humm that came to your lips. Tilting your head back a little as he massaged down your arms and worked the palm of your hand with his fingers. It was surprisingly comforting to feel your fingers in his.
And then, you felt a softness against your lips. And you finally allowed that pleased hum to fall from your chest as Wesker kissed you. At first, it felt fleeting, like he was testing your reaction to the touch. But when you didn’t pull away, he pushed his lips harder against yours. And your fingers gripped his shirt as his tongue dipped between your lips. Begging for entrance and Wesker moaned roughly as you let him in. His fingers held the back of your neck, keeping you close until you pulled away, gasping for a breath.
His smile was almost predatory. A hungry gleam sparking behind those tinted sunglasses.
“I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time.” His thumb slid along your cheek to rest against your shoulder. Kneading the tense muscle as he smirked down at you. “But we’ve never had a chance like this.”
Your heart was beating so hard against your chest you were sure he could feel it against his hand. You smiled up at him, letting your hand slide over the fingers that touched your shoulder. He intertwined them together. Lifting them up to kiss the back of your palm.
“We’ve never actually spent a lot of alone time together.” You said. On the days you and he had met up, there were always other operatives, soldiers, in the vicinity. Even when Wesker came by your house for a visit, Umbrella was always watching. “We should do this more often.”
Another soft chuckle and Wesker pushed a strand of semi-wet hair away from your neck.
“I can have that arranged. Pull a few strings. Threaten some people.” The smirk was light hearted but you could see the truth behind it. You ignored him. “Wash yourself off. The soap will begin to dry.”
You almost didn’t care about the irritable sensation of the soap on your skin.
You were adoring this moment with him. Finally allowing that little piece of adoration shine through and get giddy as his touch lingered on you. But he drew away when you sat up and splashed the water over your skin. Ridding the small bubbles and leaving your skin smelling strongly of a flowered fragrance.
You stood from the water, and the towel around you dropped heavily with water. You chuckled, giving Albert a look as you clung to the towel around you. He was sliding his gloves back on when he noticed your stare. He smirked, giving you an obvious head-to-toe glance.
“I’ve already seen.” He said. But you held your stance firm until he sighed and turned his back. This time you made sure his glasses were facing away from the mirror, before dropping the wet towel and sliding on a bathrobe that hung from one of the hooks. He turned when you touched his arm and Albert stepped forward to slide his hands along your hips. That eager, hungry, smile stretching over his lips again.
“Are you hungry?” He asked. And you couldn’t meet his stare again. Those words dripped with enough warm honey that it sent your mind racing. But you nodded. Licking your lips as one hand slid from your hips to take your hand in his. “I’ll order something for you. But… I’m going to have to leave you for a few hours.”
Your eyes widened. A mixture of shock and disappointment rolled through you as he drew you closer. His warm breath tickled your skin as he chuckled, pressing a kiss to your lips.
“We’ll continue this later. I am sorry I can’t discuss this…in length, right now.” There was a heavy irritation to his voice. But as the quiet stretched between you, you distinctly heard the phone in his pocket ring violently. Obviously put on silent for this occasion. You sighed. For a moment you forgot about what was happening outside. All you wanted was Albert. In this moment, he was all your mind focused on. And the relaxed sensation his hands left you in, was eradicated the moment the memories flooded back.
But you nodded. Taking a step back but didn’t let your hand part with his.
“I understand. Talk about this later, then?” You asked. And Albert nodded, tugging you back to him and wrapping his free arm around your waist. The kiss was almost desperate. A plea in his own way to stay with you right now. And the arm that held you crushed you against his chest almost painfully. But you endured. Letting that giddy side of you flourish in his arms until he pulled away. He swallowed heavily and gave one last smile before storming out of the bathroom. Like if he didn’t leave now. He’d never be able to tear himself away.
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