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You were reading in bed when the door slowly opened and in walked your beloved, hair falling apart and his face stone like he was trying to keep whatever stress or anger he held inside rather than show it. Albert never showed you much of his inner turmoil, keeping you from what he was actually feeling rather than showing it for the sake of keeping you worry-free. You stand up from the bed and walk over in quick strides, helping him take off that heavy leather trench coat and hanging it in the walk-in closet. Albert walked over to the big window to the left of the big bedroom to stare out at the oceanic scenery since the mansion you both lived in was coast-side to be closer to the facility. You watched his body language and it spoke of hidden stress and anger that threatened to boil over at one wrong move. you’d seen it before, how quickly his anger had consequences and how he had to do so much to cover it up so you would eventually forget.
You walked up behind him, making sure to leave a hand outstretched to touch his shoulder first so you wouldn’t startle him. The one time you did, he swung around and smacked you, which left you avoidant of him for the rest of the day. But you knew better now, especially since you were aware of how sensitive he was to the sense of touch. “Albert, love..” you murmured, slowly sliding the holsters off his shoulders and tossing them onto the vanity dresser the both of you shared. “Talk to me.”
“Nothing that is of your immediate concern, dearheart.” Wesker stated plainly, clicking his tongue. He watched you from behind those shades of his, his lips twitching slightly. You returned to stand behind him, hugging him slowly and gently to acclimate him to your arms resting on his hips.You sighed almost longingly, feeling better that he was home, in sight, and not risking it all at the facility not knowing when he’d return, if ever. But your thumping heart calmed and stopped aching being this close to him. Your chest pressed into the small of his back, your forehead resting just below his shoulder blades. You felt his muscles shift, he was straightening up out of habit.
Your fingers started tracing circles around his navel, tracing a line up between his abs and back down. Albert exhaled softly, closing his eyes to immerse himself into your gentle touches. You could feel the amount of tension his body had, which made you frown a little. You let your hands fall to his thighs, gently squeezing and pressing the pads of your fingers into the firm leg muscle that he worked so hard to maintain. It felt so nice, to feel his strength firsthand without getting hurt. How he simply lets you touch because you earned that privilege. Another soft sigh and finally a half smile. “What’s this about?” he always had a habit of questioning your gentle love, but you didn’t want sex tonight. As good a stress relief as it was, the feeling didn’t fit for tonight. “I just.. you feel nice..” you answered quietly, considering the checked texture of his leathers before sliding your hands up to his belt and squeezing open the gold clip, pulling it from the belt loops and tossing it to the floor. Albert chuckled softly, turning around and putting his hands on your hips.
“Like a gentle mink..” he mumbled before kissing you on the lips, but it wasn’t forceful like his other kisses where he’d push you onto the bed and the next morning you wouldn’t be able to walk straight. It meant something, more than something. You returned it without hesitation, cupping his cheeks on your palms. He walked you backwards towards the bed, picking you up and laying you down, crawling on top all without breaking away. His large hands explored your body, considering every dip, divot and curve he could run across with your clothes still leaving it all to the imagination. You make a soft noise in the kiss, squirming a bit from how sensitively your nerves fired off when his leather clad hands brushed over you.
You unbuckled the collar around his neck that held his shirt finely in place, not wasting time with the zipper. He pulled away and sat on his knees, watching you sit up and tuck your shins underneath you. Your eyes were glued to his exposed skin as you pulled his unzipped shirt apart. Sunkissed skin hidden underneath a thick leather layer, a fine feast for your eyes. You scoot closer, a hand on his firm thigh and the other moving into his shirt to caress the skin you could immediately see. You could feel his chest rumble from the growl that came up his throat as your soft hand passed over his rough flesh. Albert took the liberty of pulling his shirt completely off and tossing it to the floor, chuckling quietly as your eyes widened for the millionth time seeing his chiseled form before you.
A form that took years of discipline to carve out, just for you to gaze and silently praise with your eyes. You reached for a pec, letting your hand glide over his skin and even giving a squeeze just to feel the muscle tense up. “All mine..” you mumbled, scooting closer to kiss at his neck and collarbone. Your hands found his waist, rubbing up and down as your lips pressed against his flesh and moved down to his chest. You unbuttoned his pants, pulling those off along with his boxers. He was hard but he knew tonight wasn’t the night. This was gentle. A necessity greater than sex. “Oh dearheart..” he groaned, your nimble fingers tracing his treasure trail and moving back to his chest. “You’re so.. strong..” your voice was a purr, your hands squeezing his biceps and triceps as you felt his arms down to his hands.
“Your turn, my dear..” Albert growled before laying you down, his hands slipping up your shirt. He made small work of taking your shirt off, pleased to see you fully. His lips found your neck as his hands roamed your body, thumbs pressing into your ribs and down your stomach. He murmured something under his breath along the lines of “Such soft skin..” and became slower with his exploration. You sighed shakily, melting into his touches. It felt so nice to be so loved without a word of judgment. His hot breath against your collarbone was relaxing. He slipped your pants off and rubbed your hips. He then brought his face back up to yours, kissing your forehead, then your cheeks, then your lips. He trailed soft and intimate kisses down your torso and abdomen, making sure to kiss both your thighs from the joint to your knees.
His kisses stopped just below your ankles before coming back up, his hands massaging your hips. He then laid down beside you, sighing contentedly before pulling you close. Your skin touching his was the ultimate and most intimate connection. Something nobody else could have with you or him. A closeness only brought by love and care. Skin to skin contact forging a bond unlike any other in the world. Albert felt so warm and his skin, despite being slightly coarse from his muscle, was soft against your back. He buried his face in your hair, capturing the scent of your shampoo. His hold felt so protective and safe, his arms being your shield against the world.
You easily fell asleep like this, his body heat lulling you. He smiled as you closed your weary eyes, pulling you closer and tighter to keep you safe. He removed his shades and shut his eyes, falling into a much needed slumber knowing you were nice and safe with him.