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After witnessing the horrors of the world, you’d had finally found peace. And for good this time. No longer greeted by the cold cement as a bed, or the gnawing of your empty stomach, or even the rancid blood that you had grown accustomed to each day. Instead finally greeted by warm blankets, a full gut of food each morning, and guaranteed protection. At least that’s what was promised, though the corruption of the government and higher power almost threatened that safety. But finally you were no longer nearly starving as you, and your group kept moving through infected city after infected city. Humanity was finally revolting against the undead, regrouping and banding together once more.
The walls of the old world crumbled and opened up new possibilities and potentialities, the military finally pushed through and opened a safe haven for those uninfected, the community was strong and inviting. It was thriving, each day when the sun arose from the darkness the compound buzzed to life. The safety in numbers was comforting, to say the least. Everyone had a role and a responsibility they tended to, each a worker within the hive. Supporting one another and pushing through the unforgiving circumstances.
Nick had been your motivation and beacon of light throughout the apocalypse. Despite his past stinging words of parting from the group, he remained by your side through and through regardless of what he remarked previously. Despite each dark night and seemingly endless fight against the undead, there he was. It meant the world to you, the fact that he’d stayed. His shoulder rubbed against your own during that time, his touch seemed to linger regardless of what it was. Whether it be a soft pat on your aching back, or a gentle hand on your shoulder, the warmth of his palms and itching fingers consistently loitered on the flesh of your body.
In the safe containments of the governments camps, Nick still stuck by your side. Often working together as security guards or lookout, many sleepless nights spent conversating under the stars. In the compound, the both of you shared a room. It was a bit small and cramped, not exactly the most decorated room. Nothing but a creaky bed and a small closet to come back to each day, that is if you weren’t given the unfortunate night shift. You had to share nearly everything with the man, which he was rather hesitant about. But, it was better than the outside world at the very least. Finally fleeing away from the spindly limbs and jagged teeth of the undead, the compound seemed heavenly compared to the living hell outside the safe walls.
However, the walls of the compound were quite thin. To say the least, it was hard to keep quiet. Nick, being the smug idiot he was wanted a “celebration” of sorts, after fighting through what felt like hell on earth for about a month. He felt it was appropriate to at least commemorate a little bit, just a little treat for yourselves. He even snuck in some wine he may or may not have taken from one of the back rooms of the compound. As much as you didn’t want to admit it, he was slick, and knew how to get his grimy fingers on just about any object he put his mind to.
His hands rubbed circles into your thighs as you laid below him, shit eating grin plastered across his face above you.
“Happy now?” He cocked his head down at you, his lips leaning down to passionately kiss your neck. The bed was littered in rose petals and smelt of some cheap cologne, dim candles flickered in the background thanks to Nicks preparations. Ever the romantic type, skipping a security shift to please you, and only you. You had to admit it was a little cheesy. The typical roses and candles shebang, honestly it made you laugh at how hard he truly did attempt to make the night as romantic as possible.
It almost made you forget about the raggedy old bed beneath you. each time you shifted, whether it be an inch of movement or a simple shift to change position, the bed creaked as if it was personally crying out for help. Or the paint quite literally peeling off the walls beside you, or the thin walls that were probably carrying each noise to the rooms beside the shared room. You’d hope that whoever housed below you couldn’t hear the deafening noises of your movements together.
“Nick, just get to it.” You mumbled impatiently with a chuckle as your head fell back against the soft cushions. His hands shuffling your pants down with ease, head delved between your thighs.
“Well you’re impatient.” He snickered. Which, despite his own cocky words, his body was betraying him. Pent up and needy, he’d been thinking about you all morning, all evening and all hours that led to this night. His heart could burst at the thought, and he was practically drooling at the moment.
He tossed your pants somewhere off to the side, while skilled lips kissed and sucked on your inner thighs, warm spit left trails and marks on your skin. Nick aimed to leave hickeys and marks in whatever way he could, he wanted you to be limping by morning, and for everyone within that compound to know of your activities. That smirk only widening on his face as he continued his assault on your skin.
“God, you’re gorgeous.” Nick grumbled, half lidded eyes looking up at your blissed out expression. You bit your lip, one of your hands forcing him back down between your legs. Nick’s left hand trailed up your body, while his right hand removed your undergarments. He gazed down at your revealed vagina, the first time he had actually seen it in the flesh.
“I love you.” Nick unhesitatingly spoke. His left hand slid up your shirt, groping your chest eagerly. While his mouth got to work enthusiastically, he’d immediately leaned in for a taste, tongue covering your folds in spit, while also taking some time to suck on your clit. Your legs shook momentarily at the feeling, thighs wrapping around his head in a vice grip. His mouth continued to work nonetheless, his own muffled moans felt as if they were sending vibrations up your nerves. Calloused ringed fingers massaged your stomach ever so softly, the coldness of the metal almost stung at your skin.
“I love you too,” you’d croaked out tot he best of your ability.
He was going to make sure this night would be remembered. From each tender caress and loving kiss, to the roughness of his hips that met your skin in messy thrusts. To his slow nibbles and soft, succulent lips on your neck, leaving behind dark hickeys and bite marks. His groans and whimpers that would forever remain in your head to be replayed over and over again.
You wouldn’t forget it, not one bit.