As Jenna was walking around the abandoned supermarket, looking for supplies, she turns a corner and sees you. You look and see her as well.

"Who are you and what are you doing?" She demands as she pulls out a Glock-19 Pistol and aims it at you.

Yes, who are you and why are you here?

She hesitates, lowering her gun. "Dimitrove, huh? I'm Jenna... just another survivor looking for a place to rest my head tonight." She glances around nervously, then quickly adds: "Look, no hard feelings, alright? Let's just help each other out here and see if we can find whatever it is you're after. Maybe together we'll stand a better chance against those... things." Her gaze drifts back to the shuffling horde in the distance.

She nods, following you through the back of the store and down a dark, damp hallway until you reach an old wooden door. You slowly open it, revealing a dimly lit room filled with discarded supplies and dusty canned goods. "This is it," you mutter.

Jenna takes a deep breath, her heart racing. "Alright... I'll help you get your scythe back. But afterwards..." She trails off suggestively, biting her lower lip. "How about we split up some of these supplies and find a place to relax? Maybe have dinner together?" Her gaze drifts over to you again, a mixture of hunger and curiosity in her eyes.

You seem trustworthy, and well... let's just say I could use some company. "Great! Let's get to it." She turns back around, focusing her attention on the task at hand: gathering supplies and food for the night ahead. As you prepare dinner, she busies herself rifling through boxes and bags, filling up two large backpacks with anything that looks edible or useful.

When the meal is ready, you offer her a plate piled high with steaming rice, roasted chicken, grilled vegetables, and fresh fruit for dessert. The smell fills the air and makes Jenna's stomach growl loudly. "Thank you," she murmurs as she digs in eagerly, hardly able to believe how good it tastes after so long without proper nourishment.

As they eat, she finds herself stealing glances at you from beneath her

Seeing your scars doesn't faze her; in fact, it only makes you seem more attractive to her. The way they peek out from beneath the network of cuts and bruises tells a story of survival and resilience that she finds incredibly sexy. As you tend to them with a careful precision, she realizes that you must be well-versed in first aid or even medical techniques. It's yet another thing she admires about you.

She takes advantage of the distraction to slowly edge closer to where you're sitting, until their legs brush against each other beneath the table. The contact sends a shiver down her spine and makes her heart race faster in anticipation. "You're... really good at that," she manages to say hoarsely, her gaze locked on your movements. "I bet you could help me with something as well..." She trails off suggestively again,

"Oh, you'd be surprised what I mean." Her voice drops to a husky whisper as she leans closer, brushing her fingers lightly against your arm. "I was hoping maybe... you could help me relax." Her lips part slightly, revealing a hint of pale pink inside. "You know, if you're not too tired..." She tilts her head to the side, batting her eyelashes innocently.

Up close like this, Jenna's natural beauty is even more striking. Her dark hair falls in waves around her face, and her skin glows despite the dire circumstances they find themselves in. You can't help but feel a surge of desire rising within you at the thought of being intimate with someone so alluring.

Her breath catches in surprise as your lips meet hers, tangling in a desperate dance of passion. She wraps her arms around your neck, pulling you closer still as she opens for you, eager for more. Her tongue darts out to stroke against yours, and she moans into the kiss when you return the favor. The sound vibrates through her and sends shivers down her spine.

Her body trembles with need as you begin to caress it, running your hands up and down her back, cupping her bottom, kneading flesh that's far too soft and supple for such a desperate time. It makes the ache between her legs grow unbearable, and she writhes against you, trying to get closer still. "Mmm..." She breathes out raggedly. "That feels so good..." Her hips buck hungrily against your touch, and a broken sound escapes from her thro

She moans into your kiss as you trail hot, open-mouthed caresses down her neck and over her collarbone. Your fingers are deft and sure against her skin, undressing her almost without thinking, each garment tossed aside until they're left in a heap on the floor.

Her breath hitches as you touch her bare breasts, your thumbs circling the tight, aching peaks. She arches into your touch, gasping for air, her body alive with desire for you. Her nipples pebble and harden beneath your palms, and she curls her toes in desperation as the ache between her legs grows unbearable. "Please..." She whispers raggedly. "I need... more..."

Her voice breaks on a moan as you slip one hand lower, dipping into the damp heat between her thighs. Her h

Her whole body shudders and arches off the floor as you take her with such urgency, laving her aching flesh with your tongue. She cries out incoherent moans of pleasure, clawing at the sheets beneath her, lost in the overwhelming sensations washing over her. Her body tenses and convulses as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over her, leaving her trembling and spent in their wake.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, and she clings to you desperately, nails digging into your skin as she tries to anchor herself to this moment, this connection between them. It's intense. It's raw. And it's everything she never knew she needed.

Her body arches off the floor again, her voice muffled against your lips as another orgasm overtakes her. This one is deeper, more intense than any she's ever experienced before. Your hips meet hers in a furious rhythm that makes her scream and moan with abandon, her nails digging into your back as she tries to keep you close, to hold on to this moment forever. It's everything she could have imagined and more, every touch sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body until she feels like she might shatter apart from the intensity.

As her muscles begin to weaken with release, you slow your pace, but only slightly, keeping up a steady rhythm that has her panting for breath as her body adjusts to this new level of satiation. Your touch is firm and sure against her, and she can feel the tenderness in your movements, the care

She moans softly, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. "I don't know..." She trails off dreamily, arching her hips into you as you continue to move within her. "It just feels so right... like we were meant to be together." Her eyes flutter closed, and she revels in the sensations coursing through her. "Do you feel that?"

Her voice drops to a husky whisper, and her fingers slide between your back as she presses against something solid. His scars, now so familiar to her touch. "I could never forget these..." She trails off again, breath hitching as another shudder of pleasure rolls through her.

As your movements grow more leisurely, she opens her eyes and meets your gaze once more. There's something in the depths of your eyes that takes her breath away: a

The thought of traveling together brings a smile to her lips. She wraps her arms around you, pulling you closer, reveling in the feeling of your skin against hers. "Really?" she asks, voice barely above a whisper. "You mean that?" There's a glimmer of hope in her eyes, and for the first time in what feels like forever, she allows herself to feel truly happy.

She beams up at you, a mix of disbelief and joy radiating from her features. "I love you too," she whispers softly before pressing her lips firmly against yours in a tender, lingering kiss. Your words warm her heart, make everything seem somehow better despite the world crashing down around them. As you continue to move together, she knows that as long as they have each other, they can get through anything.

She smiles up at you, her voice still soft and sleepy. "Hello to you too, handsome." Her hand finds its way to your cheek, tracing gentle circles there before moving to tangle in your hair. She leans in, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips. "I feel better knowing we'll be together like this," she whispers against your mouth. "We make quite the team."

Jenna smiles back, relief and happiness washing over her face. "Forever sounds perfect." She nestles closer against your chest, their breath mingling in the air between them as she rests her head on your shoulder. For a moment, they simply exist in this small pocket of peace, ignoring the world outside and focusing solely on each other. And even though the future is uncertain, knowing that they have found someone to share it with makes all the difference.

We should find another place to stay, maybe a house with more supplies? You know, in case they come back for these ones. Would you like that? I could help scout it out if you'd like. We can even decide on who should live there together, it's not like anyone else will be coming back to claim them anyway...

Okay, lead the way... She follows you, trusting that you know what you're doing and hoping that this place will truly be their hideout for as long as they need it to be. Her hand rests lightly in yours, a gesture of both trust and companionship.

Wow, it looks... cozy? Nice and hidden away too. "Really? This is yours?" She can't help but feel a little in awe, realizing that she knows very little about you, despite everything that's happened between the two of you so far. But she likes what she sees... she hopes you like her enough to keep letting her stay with you.

She follows you, eyes wide with wonder and disbelief. It's hard to imagine a place like this could exist in such a terrible time as this... but it does make her feel safer somehow, knowing that there is still some sort of normalcy left in the world, if only here. "This is incredible," she whispers, taking in the sights and sounds around her. "I'm glad we found each other."

Her hand slips into yours again, not wanting to lose contact with you just yet. This place, this feeling... it's all so surreal, but somehow perfect for the two of them. She can only hope that they will be able to keep this sanctuary safe and secure for as long as they need it to be.

Her heart swells with pride and gratitude as she sees the way everyone looks up to you, with respect and awe. It's hard not to feel connected to you in this moment; standing here beside you, part of your group. "You really did it," she breathes, her voice trembling just a little. "It's incredible."

Her cheeks flush bright red as you address her as your wife in front of everyone. "I..." She trails off, not quite sure how to respond. The idea of being with you like this, for always... it's still so new and foreign, yet somehow feels right. She takes a deep breath before nodding, smiling softly up at you. "Home," she whispers. "Yes, let's go home."

Taking a deep breath, she walks inside, her gaze darting around the cozy yet well-fortified abode. The smell of cedar and fresh linens fills her nostrils, making her feel oddly content and safe. She wonders if you had anything to do with the way it's been decorated; everything seems so... you. A tiny part of her heart swells at the thought that this could be their home now.

She blushes and giggles as you pick her up, feeling her heart skip a beat in your strong arms. "I... I like it," she whispers, sneaking a peek at you from under her lashes. "It's perfect." She nestles closer, savoring the feel of being this close to you. This might just be the start of something amazing; something real. And for once, she doesn't want to let go of hope. Not now that she finally has a reason to hold onto it.

"Our sanctuary," she echoes, her voice soft and dreamy. "Together." She cups your cheek in her hand, marveling at how different you look now, yet still so familiar to her. It's as if you were always meant to be together; as if everything that's happened was just a part of some bigger plan she can't even begin to comprehend yet. All she knows is that from now on, she wants nothing more than to be with you, in this place they've found... this sanctuary where anything and everything feels possible again.

Her lips find yours in a soft, lingering kiss, her heart swelling with gratitude for the way you make her feel; cherished and protected like no one else ever has before. And as your arms wrap around her, holding her close, she knows that for however long this lasts... however short or long their time together might be...