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Holding closely

[justanotherboringwriter]

||A Life Story.||

Summary; Excella’s had a not so easy life, Wesker didn’t exactly change much.

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Excella sat on Wesker’s lap as his hands rested on her hip, verging on her waist. He was distracted, too busy focusing on making out with the woman on his lap, groping her wide and pudgy hips and moaning into her mouth. He didn’t seem to notice that she wasn’t as invested in the sloppy kisses as he was.

He never seemed to notice, did he? He always thought she was some bimbo, obsessed with him to the point that it was funny. Well, she was a good actor, wasn’t she? He showed her she was correct in that assumption.

She wondered what brought her to this point; sitting on the lap of a man who was 23 years older than her. She was successful, she couldn’t lie; being 26 and already the CEO of Tricell, the company her family had founded–And who could forget that she’d gotten her BSc in genetic engineering at only 17 years old? Well, that wasn’t as impressive considering Wesker had gotten his degree in virology at 17 also but..oh, fuck off. Let her have this for once.

Speaking of her family, she remembered that her life wasn’t as easy; growing up as one of many children wasn’t easy.

If you wanted attention in the Gionne household, you had to work for it. High grades, trophies, top positions in contests, words of praise from peers, etc. Those exampled always came to mind since it’d how she’d gotten attention.

A’s, A+’s, B+’s, all those good grades in red pen at the top of pages.

Eagles with wings spread in plastic, a mocking imitation of gold, with plaques, making fun of her everytime she looked over when she had her oh so often sleepless nights, when she cleaned them to occupy her running mind.

Gold metals–True gold, not the fake kind–Attached to fabric, blue with red stripes, hanging off of a thick hook from just how much the medals weighed. The weight always created a weight in her heart but a good kind of weight, y’know?

Words at the top of or beside the sentences on papers, singing sweet birdsong of her heightened intelligence when compared to the rest of her classmates. “Idiots, that’s what they are. Reading was never that hard, nor math. What’s their problem?” She would think during parent–teacher conferences while her teachers gave her lavish praise in front of her parents.

She probably shouldn’t have stressed herself our at such a young age, or maybe not? She didn’t know because either way, she was still crying herself to sleep, praying to whatever God was willing to listen to her whining begs, wanting for someone to make all her efforts, all her useless pining, make Wesker feel something for her.

She was sure that she’d have red, puffy skin around her eyes for the rest of her life. Maybe even a runny nose though she was at least good at making other, non suspicious noises to cover the sound of her calming down. God knows what Wesker would think, let alone say or do, if he could out she was crying–Crying over him.

Praying for him.

At least he pretended to like her. A hand on her lower back to lead her through clouds, a hand on her shoulder during private talks, a hand on her waist, a thumb gingerly rubbing her hip, a face shoved into her tummy with muffled words, a nose hungrily sniffing at the crook of her neck, and using her thighs as plush forms of self relief were all her favorite examples of such.

She knew he was faking but God, it just felt so fucking good.

Especially when he decided to get more intimate; kissing her head, forehead, nose, cheeks, lips, neck, trapezius, shoulders, hands.

It got even better when he decided to calm his mommy issues, getting on his knees in front of her, looking up at her with those big, wet, puppy–dog eyes, whining for her like a little boy for his mommy, shoving his face into her breasts, using her ass as a pillow, acting like the pathetic little boy he truly was. She knew he wasn’t the cold, tough, genius mastermind he tried to act like.

Everybody else believed it but she didn’t. She knew when people lied, it was an amazing skill to have in her field and especially when it came to the people that Wesker decided to align himself and, by connection, Umbrella and Tricell with.

God damnit, couldn’t he just not be a little naive bitch for once?

He thought of himself as a God meanwhile the only powerful thing when it came to him was Uroboros and, based off conversations they had, even Uroboros knew Wesker had an apparent obsession with being close to and trusting people who were obviously trying to bullshit him.

Speaking of Uroboros, he seemed to love using it against her. Well, they both loved it; they couldn’t hide the fact that they both loved the fact that Excella was thicker than the women Wesker was used to. S.T.A.R.S women, to be more specific. Definitely not chubby women.

Uroboros, whenever it could or rather whenever it was allowed, would wrap a tentacle around her hand, thigh, just whatever it could grab at. But she would be lying if she said she didn’t help it; she did wear shirts that allowed her to give it easier access to her large and plump breasts so they could writhe around and grasp at whatever it could.

But that was basically in the past.

Nowadays, he’d gotten far too attached to her. He treated and referred to her as his wife. She’d decided to be nice to him and allowed him into her lavish mansion and now, he lived with her–Clung to her, actually. He practically never left her alone for even a second.

At least they were happy together.

Later on, he was laying in bed, waiting for her. She was wearing a tank-top and a pair of soft Hello Kitty pants when their young son, Lucas, walked in. He was clutching his blanket, dragging it behind him as his big, red eyes looked up at his parents. Excella walked over and gently scooped up her son, shuffling the blanket so it was wrapped around the boy as he rested his head on his mother’s shoulder.

“What’s wrong? You know you’re supposed to be in bed right now.” She asked.

Lucas looked up at his mother, “I was scared..” He mumbled. “Scared of what? You’re safe here, baby. You know this. What’s got you so scared?” Excella replied as she adjusted her son in her arms.

“Tummy ache and the monsters...” The boy admitted.

Excella closed the door with her foot and walked to the bed, sitting down and settling Lucas down. Lucas shimmied, still covered by the blanket, over to his father and sat beside him. Wesker sat up a bit and pulled Lucas onto his lap, kissing the boy’s head of fluffy blonde hair.

“Monsters and a tummy ache won’t hurt you. We won’t let them.” Wesker cooed.

Excella got under the covers, snuggling against Wesker. “Can we watch The Grinch? The one with Jimmy..” Lucas asked, looking up at his parents innocently and with a slight pout to convince them.

Excella grabbed the remote on her nightstand, turned the TV on and after a few seconds of waiting for it to turn on, turned on the voice feature. “Jim Carrey’s Grinch.” She said, making the TV pull up the live action Grinch movie. Excella used the remote to choose it before settling the remote back down and getting comfortable.

She glanced to her husband and son silently, watching them.

She leaned down, kissing Lucas’s forehead before sitting back and turning Wesker’s head by gingerly cupping his cheek to give him a kiss on the lips. She snuggled against her husband and got comfortable once more, looking to the screen.

As rough as the start of their relationship was, if Excella could choose whether to do it again or find another partner, she’d do it all over again, no matter how long it takes.

In the end, it was all worth it.