You hear storm start setting in, the wind and the rain start pouring down. You close the door and the window after {{user}} helped you take out dead zombies from the house. I took a glance over {{user}} once in a while, {{user}} helped me to go with me bearings when the zombie apocalypse destroy the world.

"Well, it looks like we will be stuck here for a while.." I look at {{user}}

"I'm fine Redmond, just waiting for this storm to pass. And you?" I look around again as I see him looking back at me. His green eyes seemed calmer now than they were before the fight. I wonder if it has something to do with my presence here?

"Indeed it was." I let out a sigh as I lean back against the sofa. The house smells like damp wood and gunpowder, but at least there's no more blood splattered on the walls. "Do you think we should go through the inventory or rest up for now?" I ask, knowing that he probably needs some rest too after all that fighting.

"Alright." I get up and walk over to the coffee table, where we had gathered our things earlier. "So let's see what we got..." My voice trails off as I begin to inspect the various items scattered across the table. There are ammo clips for both of our guns, a few first-aid kits, some canned food, and even a flashlight. Not much, but it should be enough for now. As I finish my inventory, I glance over at Redmond, studying him carefully once more. There's something about him...despite being so damaged on the outside, he seems to carry an inner strength that fascinates me. Perhaps because of that, or perhaps because you never know what could happen in a world like this, I find myself feeling drawn to him...

"Oh?" I take the candy and smile, feeling unexpectedly pleased by his gesture. "Thanks," I mumble, popping one of the candies into my mouth. It tastes as good as I remember; sweet and chewy with just the right amount of tanginess. For a moment, we both eat in silence, but it doesn't feel uncomfortable. In fact, it feels...oddly comforting. Maybe it's because now that the fighting is over, we can finally relax around each other. Or maybe there's more to it than that.

Eventually, I finish the candy and set the empty wrapper on the coffee table before looking up at him again. "Thanks for everything today," I say quietly, my voice thick with emotion. "I don't know what I'd do without you." There it is; the acknowledgement that something has changed between us. It hangs in the

That wasn't all I meant. You saved my life back there; you fought alongside me like...like we were partners or something." Partners? The word hangs in the air between us, and for a moment, it feels strange and new. Like maybe this could be more than just survival, more than just two strangers trying to make it through the end of the world together. But then again, it's probably best not to get my hopes up too high...

"So," I say with a smile that tries but fails to reach my eyes, "what do you want to do now? Rest up until the storm passes?" I gesture toward the living room, indicating our makeshift beds. It's not much, but it'll have to do for now.

I watch as he strips down to nothing, revealing his toned physique and the giant cock that hangs between his legs. Interesting...it occurs to me that we've never actually discussed our sexual preferences with each other. Then again, in this world, it might not matter quite as much anymore. With a sigh, I climb onto the bed next to him and curl up into a ball, trying my best to ignore the heat radiating off his body. As the silence stretches between us, I wonder if he's thinking about what just happened out there...or maybe he's already drifting off to sleep. For now, though, I decide not to disturb him. Tomorrow, we can figure things out.

I let out a quiet laugh before responding, "Yeah, I'm awake." There's an awkward silence as we both lie there in the darkness, bodies so close yet worlds apart. It feels strange to be sharing this intimate space with someone else after so long alone. Even stranger that it's you, Redmond...but somehow, it doesn't seem completely unwelcome either.

"How're you feeling?" I finally ask, my voice barely above a whisper. "About everything that happened today..."

I hesitate for a moment, unsure of what to say or do in this situation. But before my doubts can take over completely, I scoot closer and carefully slide an arm around his waist, pulling him against my chest. His body feels warm and solid against mine, familiar yet alien at the same time. As I curl my other arm around him, trapping him securely between my body and the bed, something inside of me unlocks with a click; a sense of contentment spreading through my veins like an antidote to the horrors of the outside world.

"There," I whisper into his ear. "You can sleep now."

There's something about the way you said "so" that makes me curious. I lift my head slightly to look down at him and catch the faint glow of his emerald eyes in the darkness. They seem peaceful for once, devoid of the anger and pain they usually hold. It's disarming...and a little unsettling.

I don't ask what he was going to say, though. Instead, I just rest my head against his shoulder and close my own eyes, trying to ignore the butterflies dancing in my stomach as we lie here together under the covers of death. For tonight...tonight, we can forget about everything else and just be human. Just for a little while longer.

I freeze for a moment as our lips meet; shocked and aroused in equal measure. He's kissing me...you're actually kissing me, and it feels so good; soft and gentle despite the roughness of your stubble against my skin. I respond instinctively, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and deepening the kiss, moaning into his mouth as our tongues dance together for the first time. It's a forbidden pleasure in this new world, but it feels right...like something that's always been meant to be between us.

As we kiss, my other hand finds its way down his chest and stomach, tracing lazy circles over his defined abs before dipping lower, brushing against the hair that lines his groin. He groans into my mouth at the contact, pushing closer and grinding against me. It's a delicious friction, making me even more desperate for more

I laugh softly against your chest and push you back gently, trying to look into your eyes as I do so. "You think that's something to be sorry about?" I tease, already knowing the answer. "It doesn't make you any less of a man." As I speak, my own words seem to sink in; reassuring me as much as they do him.

My fingers trail up your neck and into your hair, gripping it lightly as I pull your face back toward mine for another kiss. This one deeper and more demanding than the last, fuelled by a desire that's been simmering beneath the surface for far too long. My other hand finds its way down between us, grabbing at the hard length pressing against my palm, eliciting a moan from both of us as I stroke you in time with each thrust of our hips against each other.

My breath catches in my throat as you beg me with those emerald eyes, and I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks. "Are you sure?" It's not something that we should be doing out here...not when there are still so many unknowns lurking around every corner. But then again, this might be our last chance to feel like we belong somewhere...to feel wanted and needed...

My hesitation is gone the second I see you nod eagerly, trust shining bright in your eyes. With a groan of desire, I position myself at your entrance, guiding my cock against the tight heat that's been tormenting me for far too long. "God, you feel so good," I whisper before pushing forward, sinking into you with a moan of pleasure.

It's even better than I imagined; hot and tight around me, clenching and releasing as

The feel of you around me is unlike anything I've ever experienced; tight and hot with an unspoken need that matches my own. Your hands grip at my shoulders as your nails scrape down my back, sending shivers of pleasure through every inch of my body. My hips begin to move instinctively, thrusting deeper into you each time I lose myself to the rhythm we've found together.

I lean forward, capturing your lips with mine again as I reach around to cup one of your perfectly rounded ass cheeks, squeezing gently as I pull you even closer. You moan into my mouth, pressing yourself against me even harder in response, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through every nerve ending in our joined bodies.

Fuck yeah... I can feel you so perfectly around me, tight and hot, filling the void inside me like nothing else ever could. Your moans drive me wild; fueling my need to possess you, to lose myself completely in this moment with you. I grip your hips harder as my pace begins to quicken, thrusting deeper and harder into your body with each passing second.

The sounds of our flesh slapping together fill the air, echoing through the room like a primal symphony. Our bodies are one; two survivors clinging desperately to what little hope remains in this broken world. And as we move together like this...as you scream my name and dig your nails into my skin, I can't help but wonder if maybe there's more to this than just survival...more than the fact that you saved my life today...

With each thrust, I feel closer to understanding the depths of what you mean to me; closer to accepting that this isn't just about surviving another day in this fucked up world...that it's about finding something real and lasting in each other. And as our bodies move together like this, as our skin slips and slides against one another, I can feel myself falling deeper and harder for you, Redmond...for everything that you are...and all that we could be if only we dared to let ourselves.

Your moans echo through my head, filling every empty space with the knowledge that I am wanted...that in this moment, I am needed. And as I stare down into your green eyes, seeing not just desire but something more...something deeper and brighter, I know without a shadow of a doubt that there's no turning back now...not for either of us. This is our beginning, Redmond...and

Your words send a shiver down my spine as I wrap my arms around you tighter, lost in the kiss. You taste like desire and need; every swipe of your tongue against mine driving me closer to the edge of sanity. And with each thrust that brings us even closer together, I feel it growing deeper inside, feeding the flames of passion burning bright between us.

I break away from the kiss only long enough to look into your eyes, my gaze searching for any sign that you feel it too; the connection that goes beyond words and actions. When our gazes meet, all doubt falls away like ash in a dying fire, leaving only raw emotion bared for all to see. With a growl of need, I thrust deeper into you, losing myself in the feeling of you wrapped around me, of your body moving in perfect rhythm with mine.

And as we come together in that moment, our hearts racing and bodies stra

The feel of you around me is like nothing else; hot and tight, your ass clenching in perfect rhythm with each thrust. Your words send a thrill through my body, an affirmation that despite everything, we're meant to be together. I groan as I lose myself in the sensation, my hips moving harder against you, determined to give you every ounce of pleasure I can.

My fingers dig into your shoulders as I hold on for dear life, feeling the muscles beneath my fingertips flex and ripple with each thrust. The air between us is thick with our gasps and moans, echoing off the walls of the little room we've made for ourselves amidst this ruined world.

And as I feel myself on the brink, just barely holding onto control, I glance down at you again, losing myself in your eyes; so bright and filled with emotion that it takes

With a growl that vibrates against your lips, I thrust one last time, my hips bucking wildly as I release myself deep inside you. Your hands grip at my shoulders, the tension in your body matching mine as we both find our climax together. My vision blurs with each thrust, the world narrowing down to nothing but the emerald gaze locked with my own; a connection so intense it feels like it's burning away everything else around us.

As my orgasm begins to subside, I lean forward, planting a soft kiss on your lips. "I think..." I pause, searching for the words to express what I'm feeling "...we just found our home."

Your words send a shiver down my spine, echoing through me like the final notes of a sweet and soulful ballad. "And you're mine," I whisper against your lips before kissing you again, harder this time; claiming you with every ounce of longing that's been building inside me since we first laid eyes on each other. As we continue to hold one another, our bodies still joined together despite the passion having faded to a warm glow, I can't help but feel a sense of peace settle over me like a blanket on a cold winter night; as if everything is finally right with the world again...because it is.

We have each other now, and that's all that matters.

I pull back slightly, gazing down at you with an amused smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. "And what kind of label were you thinking?" I ask, enjoying the feel of your warm skin against mine. Maybe we don't need words for this...maybe all we need is to be together like this and let whatever happens, happen.

But as our eyes lock again, something unspoken passes between us; a silent understanding that perhaps it wouldn't be such a bad idea to put a name to what we share...to give this connection a voice in the chaos of the world around us.

"What do you think?" I ask softly, running my fingers through your hair, brushing aside a stray lock from your forehead. "Lover? Boyfriend? Partner?" The word partner hangs there, heavy with possibility and promise...and for just a moment, it feels like everything is going to

The word partner rolls around my tongue, tasting oddly familiar...but in the best way possible. It implies commitment and loyalty; two things that I've never felt truly certain of in my life until now. And as I look into your emerald eyes, feeling your heartbeat against mine, I know without a doubt that this is what we should be to each other; more than just survivors or even friends...partners.

"Yeah," I breathe out slowly, "I think partner sounds perfect." I lean down and kiss you gently on the lips before pulling back, my thumb tracing gentle circles over your cheek. "So, do we have a deal?"

I moan softly as you roll us over and take control, the sensation sending a shiver down my spine. As I feel your weight press against me, your hot skin sliding against mine, I can't help but arch into the contact, urging you to move against me faster. "God, that feels good," I gasp out between kisses on your neck and shoulders, reveling in the closeness we share.

My hands move to pull you even tighter against my chest, feeling your ass moving against my cock with each thrust. It's a perfect fit; our bodies molded together as if they were made for this moment...for each other. I don't know how long we stay like this, lost in the pleasure and the connection that binds us together, but when I finally come to my senses again, all I can think about is wanting more; wanting forever with you by my side.

I groan as you grind against me, the sensation sending shockwaves through my body. Your hands splay across my chest, holding me down while your ass moves in perfect rhythm with each thrust; driving me wild with desire. The heat between us continues to build, turning every touch into an electric current that zings straight from one end of the room to the other.

As I watch you ride me like this, lost in pleasure and passion, it occurs to me that there's no going back now; not for either of us. This is our beginning, Redmond...and I have a feeling it won't be our last. As my breath hitches in my throat and my vision starts to blur with release, I can only pray that we find a way through this new world together; safe and happy in each other's arms for as long as the end allows us.

And then I feel it; the tell

My orgasm crashes over me in a wave of ecstasy, my body tensing as I release into you; filling you with my love and desire. With a hoarse groan, I grab at your hips, holding you steady against me as I spill myself inside you, claiming every part of you as mine. My fingers dig into your flesh, leaving bruises that will serve as a reminder of this night; of us finding something more amidst the chaos and death that surrounds us.

As my body begins to relax back into the mattress, I gaze up at you, my emerald eyes searching for any sign of regret or hesitation. But all I see is a mix of contentment and desire; an acceptance of what we are to each other...and hope for whatever comes next.

With a slow, satisfied smile curving my lips, I cup your cheek in one hand, thumb tracing gentle circles

The feel of your skin beneath my fingertips; warm and soft against the backs of my knuckles...I could stay like this forever. Your eyes meet mine, holding steady as you bravely wait for whatever reaction I might have to our connection. And when my smile finally reaches them, a rush of relief washes over me, chasing away any lingering doubt or fear. "Thank you," I whisper, pressing my thumb harder against your cheek, not wanting this moment to end anytime soon. "You've given me more than you could ever know."

I run my fingers through your hair, marveling at the softness of it against my fingertips as I look down at you, lost in thought. There's still so much we need to talk about; things that could potentially tear us apart if we don't address them...but for now, I can let it go. For tonight, at least, there is only this: the warmth of your skin against mine, the steady beat of your heart beneath my ear, and the knowledge that despite everything, I am not alone.

"I love you," I whisper, hearing the words come out before I even realize what I'm saying. But as soon as they leave my lips, I know it's true; have known it for some time now...I just needed the courage to say it. Your head comes up then, searching my eyes, and despite the exhaustion etched into your features, there is something shining there

"I love you too," I breathe out softly, my voice thick with emotion as I press a kiss to your forehead. "You have no idea how much it means to me that you said that...that you feel the same way." My fingers run through your hair again, soothingly; brushing away any lingering doubts or worries.

For now, all that matters is this: us, together. Tonight, and however many more nights fate allows, we will find our solace in each other's arms...and we'll face whatever tomorrow brings with a newfound strength born of love.

I close my eyes, grateful for the peace that has settled over me like a soft blanket on a cold night. I drift off to sleep with your warm breath tickling the hair at the nape of my neck and the steady rhythm of your heartbeat keeping time against my chest. As I dream, memories flood my mind: vivid images of battle and bloodshed mingle with fleeting glimpses of you; smiles, tears, laughter...a thousand tiny moments that have somehow culminated in this one, perfect instant where all is right with the world.

And as sleep finally claims me, I can't help but hope that when morning comes, it will find us still here; safe and whole in each other's arms, ready to face whatever new challenges life may have in store for us...because together, there's nothing we couldn't conquer.

The feel of your hand on his cock is enough to stir him awake; the wetness between his legs making it even more sensitive as you begin to stroke gently. His eyes flutter open, and he looks down at you with bleary affection before giving you a sleepy smile. "Morning," he whispers, reaching up to brush a strand of hair from your face.

He glances around the room, taking in their makeshift bed on the floor amidst the scattered debris, and feels a pang of sadness at the thought that this might be all they have left. But then he looks back at you and finds solace in your presence; in the knowledge that whatever comes next, they'll face it together...and that thought is enough to chase away the shadows for now.

He watches you move gracefully across the room, his eyes lingering on your ass as it sways with each step. It takes all of his self-control not to reach out and stop you, to pull you back into bed for another round...but he knows they should focus on getting their bearings first. "Actually," he says, sitting up and following you across the room, "I'm actually hungry."

"Well then, breakfast it is," you reply with a smile over your shoulder as you begin sorting through the supplies. He moves to stand behind you, his hands coming to rest lightly on your hips. "What are we in the mood for?" he asks quietly, breath tickling the sensitive skin beneath your ear.

He grins down at you, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Sounds like we're having tomato soup with croutons and pea cassoulet for breakfast," he declares decisively. "I can even make some bread to go with it if you want." His hands move up your sides, cupping your breasts through the thin material of your shirt as his thumbs circle teasingly around your nipples.

"But first," he continues, leaning in closer so that his breath tickles across your ear, "I think we should have some fun with these." He reaches between you to cup your sex through your pants, giving it a squeeze before sliding his finger down to tease your entrance.

"What do you say, partner?" he asks, voice low and husky with desire. "Shall we start the day with a little breakfast...or a whole lot of

He smirks against your neck, loving the way you arch into his touch. With one swift movement, he yanks down your pants and boxers to pool at your ankles before turning you around roughly so that you're pressed flush against him; his hard length grinding teasingly against your ass.

"Let's make breakfast," he growls into your ear, hand moving between your legs again to tease your ass mercilessly while his other hand cups one of your chest through the fabric of your shirt. His thumb brushes across your nipple.

"I think we're going to have to eat breakfast quickly," he says with a wicked grin. "Because I have other things I want to do with you."

He laughs at your playful retort, leaning forward to capture your lips in a fierce kiss that leaves you both breathless and aching for more. As he continues to torment your body with his hands and mouth, it becomes harder and harder to focus on anything but the pleasure coursing through you.

"You feel so good," he whispers against your skin before pulling back just enough to nip at your earlobe. "And I want nothing more than to keep feeling this way all day long." His hips rock forward again, sliding his erection along your ass in a teasing reminder of what else they could be doing right now.

With a growl of frustration, he breaks the kiss and turns you back around so that you're pressed against the wall with him between your legs; his cock still trapped behind the thin barrier of his boxers. With shaking hands, he yanks them down

He glares at his now-exposed cock as if it's to blame for the frustration and desire coursing through him. "Fuck," he mutters, leaning in close to nip your earlobe once more before finally giving in to temptation. With a growl of triumph, he thrusts his hips forward, pressing the head of his cock against your entrance.

"Are you ready for this?" he asks hoarsely, stilling at the last moment as he waits for your response. Your hot body pressed against him; your ass clenching already in anticipation of what's to come...it's more than enough to send him over the edge.

"Say it," he whispers, his breath caressing your neck. "Tell me you want this." His hips begin to rock back and forth against your opening, teasing you mercilessly as he

He groans at the dirty words flowing so easily from your lips, their sinful tone driving him wild with need. With one final thrust, he pushes past the last bit of resistance and fills you completely; his cock stretching you in a way that has both of you gasping for breath. His hips rock forward once more, retreating almost all the way out before slamming back into your ass with enough force to steal what little air remains in your lungs.

"Fuck..." he pants roughly against your neck, his entire body shuddering as pleasure ripples through him. He can feel himself starting to lose control, losing track of where one of you ends and the other begins...it's too much, but not enough. He needs more; he needs all of you.

With another brutal thrust, he buries himself even deeper inside your ass; his fingers digging roughly into your hips

He feels you clench around him as he pounds into your ass, the tightness sending waves of pleasure coursing through his veins. His hands move from your hips to grip your shoulders, his thumbs digging roughly into your flesh as he pushes harder, faster; desperate for release but unwilling to let go just yet.

His breath comes in harsh gasps that mingle with curses and moans as the sensation grows too intense to bear; it feels like his cock is going to explode right there inside you. But before he can come, he needs to hear those words...he needs to know how much this means to you.

With one final thrust, he holds himself still inside your tight heat, his body shaking as he tries not to collapse against you; the effort it takes leaves him panting and sweaty against your neck. "Fuck..." he whispers roughly into your ear

"Fuck..." he pants, still buried inside your ass as he struggles to catch his breath. "I love this ass," he admits roughly, finally giving in to the need to say it out loud. "And I love you...you're my partner and I belong with you; only you." His words are a desperate rush of emotion as he presses kisses along your neck and jaw, his hands moving from your shoulders to splay across your back, holding you close.

He feels himself starting to give in to the pleasure coursing through him, his body tensing as he comes deep inside you; filling every part of you with his love and desire. As he shudders through his release, he clings to you like a lifeline, praying that this moment will last forever...that tomorrow they'll wake up in each other's arms and find a way to survive together.

The feel of you around him; so tight and hot... it's enough to send him over the edge. He pulls his hips back slightly, still buried inside your ass but not quite as deep, before thrusting forward again with renewed force. His cock throbs as he comes, spilling his seed into you in hot, pulsing bursts that leave both of you gasping and trembling.

As the last shudder passes through him, he collapses against your back, breathing heavily into your hair as his body relaxes against yours; every inch of skin on fire from their joined heat. He wraps his arms around you tightly, feeling your heart race beneath his palms; grateful for this moment, no matter how fleeting or how much time it has left before the world rips them apart again.

"I love you," he whispers softly against your neck, not quite ready to let go

He rests his chin on your shoulder as he listens to you breathe, the sound of your labored breath mingling with his own hoarse gasps. For now, they are one; connected not only by their bodies but by something deeper still. He wishes he could find a way to keep this feeling forever; to hold onto it and protect them from whatever horrors the future might bring.

"We'll figure it out," he whispers against your skin. "Together." His fingers trail lightly up and down your back, tracing patterns that soothe even as they remind you of how close you are; how much there is at stake. There's no going back now; only forward...and no matter what lies ahead, they will face it together.

As if sensing his thoughts, you shift slightly in his arms, leaning your body back into his touch as he holds you tightly against him.

He hesitates for a moment before nodding. "Yeah... Let's eat first." With one last groan as he pulls his softening cock free, he steps back, giving you both some much-needed space. As you walk over to the table, he reaches up to wipe his face with one hand before grabbing a knife and some bread from the supply crate on the floor.

"I'll make the soup while you get started on that," he says, glancing over at you as you open the can of tomatoes. "And then maybe we could find something else to do while it cooks...?" His voice trails off suggestively, and a smirk plays across his lips as he watches your reaction from across the room.

He grins back at you and shrugs nonchalantly. "They can wait," he replies with a playful glint in his eye. "We have soup to make...and more importantly, each other." With a wink, he turns his attention back to the stove, focusing on the task at hand but never quite managing to ignore your presence entirely.

As you work together to prepare their meal, the tension between them ebbs and flows with each touch; each shared smile and teasing comment. It's easy to forget that there is any danger lurking beyond the walls of this makeshift shelter, or that they haven't been able to find a permanent solution to the problems threatening to tear their world apart.

For now, all that matters is this: the warmth of your skin against his; the way you move in sync with him as you dance around each other while creating

He gasps at your touch and leans into you, his cock growing hard in your hand as you stroke him teasingly. "You're going to be the death of me," he groans, turning in your arms so that he can kiss you deeply; their tongues tangling together as they lose themselves in the moment.

When they finally come up for air, his eyes meet yours, a mix of desire and affection shining brightly there. "I think I'd like it to be you," he whispers hoarsely before pulling back slightly. The pang of longing that assails him at the thought leaves him breathless.

"But we should get this soup made before it burns." He finishes chopping the onion, then pours in some water from the coffee maker. "It'll just take a few minutes..." He glances over at you again, unable to keep his eyes off your hands

He smiles at your teasing words and reaches out to help stir the soup as it heats up. "If we're being honest," he says with a mischievous grin, "I could go for something more filling than just bread." His eyes flicker down toward your ass before traveling back up to meet your gaze.

As they cook, the sounds of movement outside grow louder; zombies drawn by the scent of food. Their presence heightens his awareness of you and how vulnerable they are here, sheltered as they may be. He moves closer, using the pretext of getting ingredients to press his body against yours.

"You know," he whispers, glancing toward the door, "it might not hurt to have some backup." His gaze flicks back to you before adding meaningfully, "Just in case."

He laughs softly at your retort. "I could never be satisfied with just one round," he says, his voice roughened by desire as he leans in close to nip playfully at your ear. "But we should probably finish up before we get too carried away." His hand slides down your stomach, over your thigh and toward the crotch of your pants. He gives you a knowing squeeze through the thin fabric as he continues stirring with his other hand.

"I'll be right there," he whispers against your skin before pulling away, ostensibly to grab some canned peas from the supply table. But in reality, it only takes him a few steps to compose himself and prepare for another round of whatever the day might throw at them. Because as long as they have each other...they're ready for anything.