“Oh fuck,” Sarah groaned, surprised that he’d started to thrust a little harder. She shouldn’t have been surprised, not when she’d gasped the word out herself. But she was too caught up in the momentum, too focused on what she was feeling to really pay attention to the words leaving her mouth. She did have enough sense of mind to think back to the horror movies that she’d seen in the past, specifically the zombie ones. Or any featuring the two main characters having sex, really. That usually meant that they were going to bite the bullet soon after. She’d always laughed at those characters, unable to believe that anyone would just do it with a stranger while the middle of an apocalypse. But in that moment, she got it. It was easier to focus on the thrust of his hips than the groans from outside. It felt good to just feel something other than sheer terror for the first time in what felt like forever. It was nice to be reminded that she wasn’t alone.
Despite herself, she let out a soft wine as he pulled away. She just wanted his lips on her. It didn’t matter what part of her body, just as long as they were on her. She couldn’t help the grin that made itself known on her lips when a noise of his own left him. Good. She liked that she wasn’t the only one feeling a little too into it. She gasped as he started back up again, quickly turning into a moan at just how fast the pace was. It made her have to focus a little more to keep in time with his. The last thing she wanted to do was throw them both off. It felt too good to have anything interrupt them. Her eyes slipped shut, feeling almost comforted as his hand rested against her back. She smiled into the kiss, her lips moving back slowly against his. He was so good at this that for a moment, she was scared that it’d be too easy to develop feelings for him based solely on this.
Sarah would never admit it to him, but she’d almost not even noticed that he was lifting her up. Distantly, she knew that it was happening, but it was as though she had tunnel vision. Or laser focus. Either way, the only thing she was paying attention to was the feeling of him against (and in) her, and his lips on hers. She shifted a little, fixing her legs so she was more comfortable on his lap. She looked down at him as he pulled away. She was sure that her expression was mirroring his - eyes half open, chest heaving, hair a little disheveled. The grin on his lips caused her to give him one of her own. One hand draped lazily over his shoulder, reaching up to twine his hair through her fingers. She wondered if his request for her to keep talking still stood as she moaned quietly, caught off guard by the grinding of his hips.
“Let me,” she murmured, nails scraping gentle against his scalp. It’d be much easier for her to the majority of the moving now. Slowly - experimentally - she raised her hips before lowering them. She’d been in this position before, but it always took her a couple of seconds to get the hang of it. She was going slow, almost painfully slow in her opinion, but there was a part of her that wanted to see what he’d do. The second time was a little faster, but not by much. She braced her other hand against his shoulder, thumb absentmindedly stroking the skin there as she lifted her hips, lowering them and then grinding against him. She pressed her chest into his, feeling the need to have as much of her against him as possible. Slow, she settled into her pace, thrusting up and down steadily as her fingers tugged at his hair.
Kennedy gave another shrug of his shoulders. “I honestly don’t really know what I’m talking about. All I know about medicine and stuff is what I got from TV shows and the occasional emergency room visit.” A thought crossed his mind that was so ridiculous it almost made him laugh. It was dumb, but he almost wished that he’d been shot before so he could have asked a doctor about the alcohol and blood loss thing. When he was in the ER, he tended to babble a lot and ask the doctor a ton of questions to distract himself from the panic that was usually coursing through him. Although looking back on it now, that wasn’t real panic. That was a small dose of panic compared to what he’d been feeling since all of this really started up. “Yeah, but did you drink so much that you got to know most of the doctors in the hospital by their first names?” He questioned. He let out a hum, acting as though he was really thinking over it. “I don’t know. Might be fun when we’re holed up somewhere,” he said, grinning at her. “I mean, if we did drink, we’d have to take turns. We couldn’t both drink tequila at the same time. We’d be fucked if something happened,” he laughed.
He would have liked for her to continue that line of conversation, but it was probably for the best that they didn’t. There wasn’t any use wishing for things being different. Everyone on the fucking planet probably wished for things to be different right about that time. Or at least, everyone that was in an infected area. Which very well could have been the entire planet. He glanced over to her when he heard the bitterness in her words, and a slow grin curled at his lips. Anger at the government, he could get with. “The fucking assholes,” he said, finding it hard not to laugh. Although at that point, for him, it was either laugh about it or cry. Because they probably did have some real fancy bunker somewhere in the middle of nowhere filled with champagne and hot tubs and whatever else the richest of the rich felt they needed to survive while everyone else was dying off. “At least complaining about the government is still the same,” he said, letting out a snort. “The pricks.”
He liked her. As in a friend. That he was mildly attracted to. But then again, who wouldn’t be attracted to her? She was cute and funny. Obviously having known her for such a short amount of time meant that him liking her didn’t actually count for much, but he enjoyed her company. He could have done a hell of a lot worse. “Oh, I’m sorry, it’s rude of me to tell you to shut up but it’s not rude for you to be all sarcastic to me because I’m concerned,” he said, rolling his eyes. He gave her a grin, though, wanting her to know that he didn’t really mean it. “What kinds are smart dogs? Because we can’t get a dumb dog. It’d just leave us behind while it ran from the zombies.” He tried to rack his mind for a list of smart dogs, but was coming up short. German shepherds were smart, he thought. Retrievers too, maybe. “Yeah, they’re the… worst.” His words fell flat as he surveyed the area before them.
They’d been dead for awhile, judging by the snow that was on them. If they’d been killed recently, their bodies would have still been warm enough to melt most of it. He looked over them, even against the voice in his head screaming to look away. It was brutal, but there didn’t seem to be any live ones around. “Right, okay,” he murmured. He almost felt as though he didn’t want to disturb the peace. “That’s a good idea.” He glanced over to the door, and it looked like something out of Shaun of the Dead. Whoever had been there had been thinking. He followed her to the door, wincing as he chose each step carefully. He gave her a nod in response, swallowing the bile that rose up his throat when he realized that there were even more bodies in the lobby. They’d all died trying to escape. “Should we take the stairs instead? The power could go off while we’re in the elevator.” It wasn’t that there had been any signs of the power going off any time soon, but it could happen at any second. And now, there was no one to call if it did go out. “I mean, we would probably be fine. I just… I don’t know much about climbing out of an elevator.”
Despite herself, she let out a soft wine as he pulled away. She just wanted his lips on her. It didn’t matter what part of her body, just as long as they were on her. She couldn’t help the grin that made itself known on her lips when a noise of his own left him. Good. She liked that she wasn’t the only one feeling a little too into it. She gasped as he started back up again, quickly turning into a moan at just how fast the pace was. It made her have to focus a little more to keep in time with his. The last thing she wanted to do was throw them both off. It felt too good to have anything interrupt them. Her eyes slipped shut, feeling almost comforted as his hand rested against her back. She smiled into the kiss, her lips moving back slowly against his. He was so good at this that for a moment, she was scared that it’d be too easy to develop feelings for him based solely on this.
Sarah would never admit it to him, but she’d almost not even noticed that he was lifting her up. Distantly, she knew that it was happening, but it was as though she had tunnel vision. Or laser focus. Either way, the only thing she was paying attention to was the feeling of him against (and in) her, and his lips on hers. She shifted a little, fixing her legs so she was more comfortable on his lap. She looked down at him as he pulled away. She was sure that her expression was mirroring his - eyes half open, chest heaving, hair a little disheveled. The grin on his lips caused her to give him one of her own. One hand draped lazily over his shoulder, reaching up to twine his hair through her fingers. She wondered if his request for her to keep talking still stood as she moaned quietly, caught off guard by the grinding of his hips.
“Let me,” she murmured, nails scraping gentle against his scalp. It’d be much easier for her to the majority of the moving now. Slowly - experimentally - she raised her hips before lowering them. She’d been in this position before, but it always took her a couple of seconds to get the hang of it. She was going slow, almost painfully slow in her opinion, but there was a part of her that wanted to see what he’d do. The second time was a little faster, but not by much. She braced her other hand against his shoulder, thumb absentmindedly stroking the skin there as she lifted her hips, lowering them and then grinding against him. She pressed her chest into his, feeling the need to have as much of her against him as possible. Slow, she settled into her pace, thrusting up and down steadily as her fingers tugged at his hair.
Kennedy gave another shrug of his shoulders. “I honestly don’t really know what I’m talking about. All I know about medicine and stuff is what I got from TV shows and the occasional emergency room visit.” A thought crossed his mind that was so ridiculous it almost made him laugh. It was dumb, but he almost wished that he’d been shot before so he could have asked a doctor about the alcohol and blood loss thing. When he was in the ER, he tended to babble a lot and ask the doctor a ton of questions to distract himself from the panic that was usually coursing through him. Although looking back on it now, that wasn’t real panic. That was a small dose of panic compared to what he’d been feeling since all of this really started up. “Yeah, but did you drink so much that you got to know most of the doctors in the hospital by their first names?” He questioned. He let out a hum, acting as though he was really thinking over it. “I don’t know. Might be fun when we’re holed up somewhere,” he said, grinning at her. “I mean, if we did drink, we’d have to take turns. We couldn’t both drink tequila at the same time. We’d be fucked if something happened,” he laughed.
He would have liked for her to continue that line of conversation, but it was probably for the best that they didn’t. There wasn’t any use wishing for things being different. Everyone on the fucking planet probably wished for things to be different right about that time. Or at least, everyone that was in an infected area. Which very well could have been the entire planet. He glanced over to her when he heard the bitterness in her words, and a slow grin curled at his lips. Anger at the government, he could get with. “The fucking assholes,” he said, finding it hard not to laugh. Although at that point, for him, it was either laugh about it or cry. Because they probably did have some real fancy bunker somewhere in the middle of nowhere filled with champagne and hot tubs and whatever else the richest of the rich felt they needed to survive while everyone else was dying off. “At least complaining about the government is still the same,” he said, letting out a snort. “The pricks.”
He liked her. As in a friend. That he was mildly attracted to. But then again, who wouldn’t be attracted to her? She was cute and funny. Obviously having known her for such a short amount of time meant that him liking her didn’t actually count for much, but he enjoyed her company. He could have done a hell of a lot worse. “Oh, I’m sorry, it’s rude of me to tell you to shut up but it’s not rude for you to be all sarcastic to me because I’m concerned,” he said, rolling his eyes. He gave her a grin, though, wanting her to know that he didn’t really mean it. “What kinds are smart dogs? Because we can’t get a dumb dog. It’d just leave us behind while it ran from the zombies.” He tried to rack his mind for a list of smart dogs, but was coming up short. German shepherds were smart, he thought. Retrievers too, maybe. “Yeah, they’re the… worst.” His words fell flat as he surveyed the area before them.
They’d been dead for awhile, judging by the snow that was on them. If they’d been killed recently, their bodies would have still been warm enough to melt most of it. He looked over them, even against the voice in his head screaming to look away. It was brutal, but there didn’t seem to be any live ones around. “Right, okay,” he murmured. He almost felt as though he didn’t want to disturb the peace. “That’s a good idea.” He glanced over to the door, and it looked like something out of Shaun of the Dead. Whoever had been there had been thinking. He followed her to the door, wincing as he chose each step carefully. He gave her a nod in response, swallowing the bile that rose up his throat when he realized that there were even more bodies in the lobby. They’d all died trying to escape. “Should we take the stairs instead? The power could go off while we’re in the elevator.” It wasn’t that there had been any signs of the power going off any time soon, but it could happen at any second. And now, there was no one to call if it did go out. “I mean, we would probably be fine. I just… I don’t know much about climbing out of an elevator.”
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