Game RP Cherishing the Master Mind

[Weskerswife]

Rylie gasped softly as she felt Wesker’s warm body press against hers, her breath catching as his hand gently cupped her face, turning her gaze to meet his. The mischievous glint in his eyes made her heart race, and she could feel her resolve wavering despite her best efforts to hold firm. His presence, dressed in nothing but his boxers, was almost overwhelming.

"My love," she began, her voice trembling slightly as she swallowed, "I’m sure it would be amazing if you were to try." Her green eyes, once filled with resilience, now flickered with uncertainty, betraying just how much his proximity was affecting her. "It just shows you don't have to do anything and the effect will get to me. You are simply handsome and irresistible."

 

[Knight_of_None]

Wesker brought his lips to her ear, hovering close to her, his voice low and firm. "Then what is stopping me from simply putting you along the bed for a bit of...resilience training?" He said as his thumb curved along her cheek, his other arm wrapping around her.

 

[Weskerswife]

Rylie let out a soft, trembling sigh, feeling the warmth of Wesker’s muscular form pressed close to her. His arm wrapped securely around her slender body, his thumb gently tracing the curve of her cheekbone. She shuddered as his warm breath tickled her skin, sending shivers down her spine. Another sigh escaped her lips, her voice faltering as she tried to speak.

"Noth... nothing," she managed to say, her voice trailing off as she swallowed hard. "But we do have a BBQ to go to..." Her words hung in the air, her heart racing as she felt the tension between them. She remained perfectly still, afraid that if she moved, it would be the end of her resolve and she might find herself back on the bed with him… not that she would mind, of course.

 

[Knight_of_None]

Her soft tone, her trembling voice, made Wesker draw closer, his firm hold on her p resting g ger into his chest. A silent desire, something that he would rather show than merely tell in hot words, or grand speeches. Ge tipped her , pushing her into the bed. "If that's the case," he said claimed, his hand laying on her back, threatening to keep her down. "Shouldn't I be getting ready?" He said as he ran his hands along ger small frame, admiring the fit young Rookie. Hus touch left her, stepping back to go take hi s shower alone.

 

[Weskerswife]

Rylie’s heart raced as she felt the soft cushion beneath her and the weight of Wesker hovering above. His large hand pressed her down gently, his touch tracing along her small frame, sending a shiver through her. She swallowed hard, her breath barely audible as she tried to steady herself. When he finally stepped back, she exhaled softly, her pulse still thrumming in her ears.

The sound of the bathroom door opening and closing pulled her back to reality. She took the opportunity, sitting up quickly and glancing toward the cabinet of files she had snooped through earlier. Guilt gnawed at her, the uneasy feeling rising once more. Without a second thought, she slipped out of the room, quietly dashing back to the living room and settling onto the couch.

As she waited for Wesker to return, her thoughts began to spiral, racing back to the fragments of memories from her past—memories she could barely piece together. They lingered at the edges of her mind, threatening to surface, yet remaining just out of reach. She sighed, her fingers fidgeting in her lap, the weight of everything pressing down on her as she braced for whatever came next.

 

[Knight_of_None]

While she waited, her thoughts clashing with her inner dread and thoughts, the secrets that lurked inside, Wesker could be heard turning off the water and then the door eventually opening. He stepped out, dressed casually enough, in a buttoned pole shirt and simple blue jeans, his muscle definition was pushing through his shirt. His steps were quick and light, sweeping close to her while she was in her thoughts. Her captain gently cupped her chin, raising her head to kiss her temple. :are you ready dear heart?"

 

[Weskerswife]

Rylie's thoughts were far away, lost in the whirlwind of everything she had recently discovered. She didn’t even notice Wesker until she felt the gentle warmth of his hand cup her chin, followed by the tender brush of his lips against her temple. The softness of his touch caught her off guard, a stark contrast to the turmoil inside her. She felt undeserving of his tenderness, especially after what she had learned. Yet, despite the uncertainty, she held firm. She still loved him, deeply, and there had to be a reason he kept things from her, despite all the questions swirling in her mind.

Looking up into his eyes, she nodded, her resolve steadying. "Yes, I am," she replied, rising to her feet. A small smile crossed her lips as she took in his relaxed and casual demeanor. Even though she admired him in his tactical uniform, seeing this side of him felt more intimate, a glimpse of the man behind the captain role.