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Eight years after the Raccoon City Incident and thousands of miles away, Ada Wong and Carlos Oliveira unexpectedly find more than comfort at the bottom of their respective bottles--even while under the shadow of an umbrella.

Inspired by @finchstickss and all their pieces about these two! Thank you for spearing this into my brain, I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. Massive thanks to @hollowg1rl for the support and beta read!

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The wongveira drabble that got a little too long to not post on ao3. ❤️

Ada Wong doesn't expect to run into another mercenary, especially one so handsome. She doesn't expect that Carlos Oliveira and her work so well together. And she definitely doesn't expect the longing she feels to kiss him.

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There Is Always Another Time (18+)

There Is Always Another Time (18+) ________________________________________________ Rated E; just a flirty merc meeting up with a coy spy in Brazil Fandom: Resident Evil Main Ship: Carlos Oliveira/Ada Wong Chapters: 1/1 CW: none unless two hot people doing hot things is scary (full tag list on AO3) ________________________________________________ Excerpt: Sun-kissed white sands marred by passersby-made lines spread out for miles, glittering with a warm haze noticeable to the naked eye. The South Atlantic was a brilliant blue, each sent wave working to lazily erase lines of foot traffic. A gentle breeze grazed across the scenic ocean lightly causing the dew along his glass to drift and trail into abstract patterns. Carlos took a slow sip of macunaíma as he lounged, letting his body soak up the sun. Swim trunks daringly shifted low on the man’s hips, his chest framed in a curly layer of hair that only brought more attention to the firm muscular build he had, but also faintly brought to attention a few choice scars that told of past scuffles and firefights. He leaned back in his beach chair, eyes slit closed, relaxed, and simply letting his mind drift. The sun that browned already swarthy skin suddenly was hidden; Carlos slowly opened his eyes to look at the woman-shaped cloud that passed languidly by. She wasn’t the only person in his vicinity, but she sure was the only one who was giving him a show. She moved slowly, bare feet shifting a path through wet sand, the ocean gently washing up and breaking along sculpted ankles and long defined legs. Legs that could kill a man, and moved like she knew it. She wore a deep red sunhat and a just as blood-red two-piece, but it was clear her body did all the work at looking stunning. A thin shawl sat at her hips that hid yet didn’t slender and firm thighs. The sun beamed slightly off sunglasses that screamed ‘too rich for my blood’. She was so much to drink in from watching her small stroll along the pristine beach. But, Carlos was never deterred by budget when it came to a tall drink of water. He sat up from his chair, placing his drink down in the sand to pop his back. He didn’t hurry, just smiled before recovering his drink glass dangling between callused yet nimble fingers. The woman’s lips curled into a small smile; despite the shades, he knew that smile was for him. He simply raises his glass as in a toast and grins a winning smile back in answer before taking a long sip. The slight tip of her hat pointing up to the open-air bar up the beach was followed by the almost missable glance at him, an invitation, and a bit of a mutual estimation of assets. Carlos wasn’t one to decline a personal invite; besides maybe his budget might be just enough for tonight. (Continue reading There Is Always Another Time on A03)