Hi, can I get a short fic please? Just cuddling with Wesker, something sweet
❤︎ ~ Pairing ~ Albert Wesker/Reader
❤︎ ~ Summary ~ It's a rainy night in Racoon City, and you're close to falling asleep while waiting for Albert to get home so you can both cuddle in bed. He's been waiting to get home for the same thing.
❤︎ ~ Content tags ~ Gender Neutral Reader, Safe For Work, Fluff, Comfort.
The evening settled heavy over the city, with the same bruised purple sky and that sickly orange of streetlamps. The quiet mumbling of the television droned on, met with the rain hitting the windows worked at putting your mind to sleep. Though the sound of the door unlocking was quick to perk you back up, if only for a few seconds.
There was the familiar thud of keys landing in the bowl by the door, and the faint scratch of fabric as he shed his jacket. You listened to his firm footsteps on the hardwood, each one a measured beat in the quiet apartment, he always managed to make everything so stern, so purposeful.
A presence absorbed the space behind you on the sofa. "Comfortable?" You hummed in response to his words, too tired to open your eyes. A low chuckle came, a precious sound from him. "Move over."
You shifted, feeling the cushion dip as he manoeuvred himself behind you. His arm curled around your waist, pulling you tight against him. He always pulled you together until you stuck, until you fit together like you were made for it, the solid line of his chest against your spine and one of his legs wedged between yours, the other tucked up behind your knees. He buried his face in the crook of your neck to inhale deeply, an unusually indiscreet act of affection from him.
"Tough day?" you murmured, your voice thick with exhaustion.
His reply was a noncommittal grunt, a mutual lazy haze falling over the both of you. His thumb began to stroke slow circles on your hip. The program continued on the television, but the words were meaningless. All that mattered was the steady, reassuring beat of his heart against your back, the weight of him holding you snug and binding you to him.
"Albert?" you whispered into the dim room.
"Your shirt buttons are digging into my back."
There was a pause, a long stillness. Then, with a sigh that seemed to carry the exhaustion of the entire day, he shifted. Before you could process the movement, an arm was sliding under your knees, another behind your shoulders. The world tilted as he lifted you effortlessly, cradling you against his chest.
"I can walk, you know." you mumbled, though you made no move to struggle, your arms instinctively looping around his neck. Who could possibly refuse such care? Especially meaningful from him.
"And yet, here we are." he countered, his voice a low, amused vibration that you felt more than heard.
He laid you down with a gentleness that surprised you, something that seemed only ever reserved for you. You heard the crisp shuffling of him shedding his shirt, the clink of his belt buckle. Then the bed dipped again as he slid in beside you, pulling the covers up over you both.
The space between you was small, but it felt miserably far compared to the tight hold you were previously in. You shuffled backwards, a silent request that he answered immediately, closing the distance with one arm wrapping firmly across your waist to bring you against him once more.
