Chrisker One-Shots

A Date with the Captain

Chris wakes up to the sun penetrating between the small opening of the curtains. He glares as if trying to scare the sun into hiding and failed. He sighs and sits up. He stretches his muscles and looks at the clock. His eyes widen and he makes a run to the bathroom to get cleaned. He took a shorter shower than he's normally use to and applies a lot of body spray products on himself. He skips breakfast and quickly puts on his dark blue jeans that looks really well on his butt, or so he has been told, with the knees faded and his black tight shirt that shows off his muscles, leaving everything else to the imagination. He tries to fix his hair only for it to bounce back to its messy state and runs a quick brush on his tail. His fluffy ears twitches and he quickly throws on his favorite dark green jacket.

He runs to the door of his apartment, opening the door with more force than needed and flies out. He quickly puts on his sneakers, slams the door close and locks it. He runs down the stairs, elevators are slow and the people in this apartment building are unusually active in the morning. He runs down the hallway and out the front door. Only to hit someone's chest and that someone holds onto Chris before he could fall on his bum.

He looks up with his cheeks red and was ready to apologize when his eyes landed on a pair of familiar black lenses. He smiles apologetically and straightens himself up. Wesker's arms still around his waist while Chris place his hands on his firm chest.

"Sorry, Wesker. I wasn't looking on where I was going." He smiles sheepishly.

"Obviously." He drawls out in a bored tone and leads him to his parked car. Chris frowns a bit but lets it slide. He was about to open the passenger's seat door when Wesker's hand made it to the handle before him. He opens the door for Chris and Chris bites his bottom lip and bumps his forehead with Wesker's in thanks, cats usually do that as a sign of friendship or comfort/affection or maybe even a 'thank you'? Chris just understands cat language as much as he understands women. Which is none. Wesker tries to explain and said that that gesture wasn't needed, but obviously Chris wouldn't listen. Wesker's tail sways from side to side. A sign that he's pleased. Chris climbs in and Wesker closes the door before heading to the driver's seat. When he got in he starts the hummer and drives.

"So, where are you taking me, Captain?"

Wesker briefly looks at Chris before smirking and focusing back on the road. "I thought we've been through this, Christopher. No calling me 'Captain' outside the office." His smirk widens when Chris blush and his tail thumps on the seat, he inwardly laughs when he sees his ears twitching. Cute.

"Besides, I was thinking of catching a movie first then we can have lunch at wherever you choose and maybe we can try a little game of paintball, I just want to show you that I can beat you at your own game. Or do you want to have something little to eat first?" He smirks when he hears Chris's stomach growls and churn at the idea of food.

Chris looks away from his captain, hiding his flaming red face and inwardly cries when he hears his captain chuckle a little.

"Late breakfast it is then." He drives to the nearest diner and parks the hummer before getting out and going around opening Chris's door. Oddly enough, pleasing his soon-to-be-mate satisfied his feline side and makes him swell with pride when Chris smiles and he would distinctively hears Chris purr so very lightly. Chris's fluffy tail brushes against Wesker's thigh and he tries to control himself from jumping on Chris.

He reaches the door before Chris could and opens it for him. Chris looks at Wesker oddly before walking in, but not without smiling at Wesker first. He is going to kill himself with all this 'being nice' thing. He walks to the table by the window and sits down. Wesker sits opposite from him and they both picked up the menu. Chris can feel Wesker's tail lightly brushing his and he responds by 'accidentally' intertwining their tails together.