Silence reigned between them. Claire was left standing by the chaise lounge as Wesker wandered over to the chess board. She watched him, a little anxiously, as he stared at the pieces. Apparently someone had had a game going and had left the pieces still in play. She saw him pick up a black piece and swap it with a white one. Then he reached over and tipped over another white piece. Presumably, checkmate. And that was enough for Claire.

“I am so not doing this.” The annoyance in her voice drew his attention back to her. He looked surprised. “Shoot me, beat me up, throw me out the window, whatever, just get it over with. I’m not in the mood to play mind games.”

“Dear heart, you wound me.” He turned back toward her, casually closing the distance yet again. “What have I done to make you think I mean you any harm?”

“Oh lets see,” she could hear the sarcasm in her voice and part of her brain wondered if she’d lost her mind. “The last time you and I were alone together you strangled me, tossed me around like a rag doll. You tried to crush my collar bone under your boot, and then kicked me in the face. It establishes a pattern.”

“Circumstances change.” He crossed behind the chaise lounge, forcing her to turn to keep sight of him. “If I wanted to harm you, dear heart, I would have done so.”

“Then what do you want?” She annunciated each word like its own separate sentence. She was about done repeating herself.

“You know, dear heart, I almost didn’t recognize you.” He continued circling around the chaise lounge, and once again Claire chose to stand her ground. “You hardly looked like I remembered you.”

“You aren’t answering the question.” She had to tilt her head back to look him in the eyes, he was so damn close. She could smell that he’d put on a subtle cologne.

His lips quirked into a smirk. “You’re awfully anxious, dear heart. Do I frighten you?”

“Only an idiot wouldn’t be frightened of a monster like you.”

“Monster? Careful, dear heart, you may offend me.”

“I’m sorry, am I being antagonistic? I hadn’t realized.”

“I would have used the term ‘eager’ instead.”

Her eyebrows shot up. “Eager? What about this whole situation do you think I’d be eager about?” He smiled a little wider down at her, and said nothing. His hand came up again, cupping the back of her neck firmly. Then slowly he slid that hand over her shoulder and down her arm, feather light, to her wrist. He stopped when he came in contact with the basket she still held in her hand.

“You’re so attached to this little prop, dear heart. Do you have a knife tucked inside?”

“Would it do me any good if I did?”

“Not in the slightest.” And then he tugged, yanking her into his chest. His mouth came down on hers, warm, firm and demanding.

A/N: Once again, I know, short. But I’ve got one last part left to write and I need you guys to review or message me. Should I lemon it, or no? I will go with the majority. So please Review and let me know what you want!