The Last Stand

[pheliskougra]

It's a dark stormy night might be a cliché in story-telling, but it's also stark reality now: the patter of heavy rain and the crack of thunder rousing you to conscience.

You are inside your sedan, face-first into the deployed airbag. Your chest hurts a little from the yanking of the seatbelt, but besides that minimal discomfort you seem uninjured.

The car is halfway into a ditch beside the road, the left-side light still on. The engine is stopped, and the whole of the car is askew, stuck in an odd angle. There's a crack on the windshield, passenger side, and the rain is washing off what seems to be blood.

You remember... a person, running into the road right in front of you. No time to stop, and you only had a glimpse before hitting the person, losing control of the car and crashing.

Probably you should do something about your current situation.

Who are you?

Why were you going to Union City?

Comments

[pheliskougra]

Kelly sticks tongue at her. "You really enjoy playing hero."

Steven shakes head. "You three are crazy."

[aeons_crackshot]

"Why not, I'm damn good at it?" Annabelle teases Kelly.

"Crazy is as crazy does," Annabelle replies, tone wry. "Someone's got to be mad, or nothing would get done."

[pheliskougra]

"Well, if you are going, better start off in the morning. And use the fire stairs, as long as you don't let the zombies in." Sensible plan? Kelly and Monica seem to agree, both already taking off shoes and preparing to relax.

[aeons_crackshot]

"Sounds good to me," Annabelle replies with a nod. Relaxing sounds nice, even if cuddling with Kelly isn't likely to happen.

[pheliskougra]

Well, there is a number of privacy screens for the beds... people would be crazy without some privacy while confined.

Kelly is flashing Annabelle a meaningful grin...

[aeons_crackshot]

Annabelle flushes faintly and answers that meaningful grin with one of her own.

Message received, as it were. It shouldn't take too much skullduggery to scoot two cots together and arrange for some privacy.....

[pheliskougra]

Really, should not be a problem: two beds close together, if needed they can tie them together, fill the gap with folded sheets or blankets, and presto, they have a double bed for themselves. Of course, getting to privacy might take a while, people are bored crazy in there and will pepper the group with questions... even more Annabelle if she mentions being part of Aeon Society.

[aeons_crackshot]

Annabelle may neglect to mention that tidbit of information, if only because it's likely to prompt questions she can't answer.

Eventually though, the slew of questions will fade, right?

[pheliskougra]

Eventually, and not too long, actually: dinner, and the survivors break up into smaller groups, some people going up to the roof for fresh air, some going to bed with books, some staying to chat in low voices.

Kelly will draw Annabelle to their private 'nest', and kiss her girlfriend lightly, tenderly.

[aeons_crackshot]

Annabelle returns the light, tender kiss in full, savoring the feeling of it.

A lover's affectionate touch is something that's still new, wondrous, and rare for her.

[pheliskougra]

Kelly probably notices it, and will work to get Annabelle more used to it.

Right now, it means undressing, slipping into bed, and cuddling skin-to skin under a light sheet.

[aeons_crackshot]

That feels very nice. If Annabelle were physically capable of purring, she would be right now.

She sighs in contentment, idly kissing down Kelly's neck.

[pheliskougra]

Kelly gasps low and almost purrs at the caresses, running things into Annabelle's hair. "Still don't believe I'd find a girlfriend in the middle of all this... weird stuff..."

"A hot girlfriend."

[aeons_crackshot]

Annabelle chuckles low against Kelly's neck, still teasing with her lips. "I never thought I'd find anyone at all...."

[pheliskougra]

"Their loss, my luck?" She giggles low, muffling herself by pressing her face to Annabelle's hair.

[aeons_crackshot]

Annabelle murmurs something that might be agreement, but she's rather preoccupied at the moment.

Her lips are moving down to Kelly's collarbone while her hands are caressing Kelly's back.

[pheliskougra]

The giggle breaks down into a little moan, as the other girl returns the caresses, whispering Annabelle's name in reverent bliss. "You... learn quick..." A shiver, some trembling, and she bites lip to not be too loud.

[aeons_crackshot]

It's a shame Kelly can't see Annabelle's grin of satisfaction at that statement. On the other hand, perhaps Annabelle moving her attentions even farther down will make up for that?

So many options... Slow spirals of kisses up and around the breasts, suckling here or there, all while her hands keep moving in caresses.

[pheliskougra]

Kelly will not complain.

Absolutely, she will -not- complain, much the opposite: she'll encourage and guide Annabelle, arching into the touches to show her enjoyment.

[aeons_crackshot]

Annabelle is quite willing to be guided.

Slow, unhurried, delicious teasing. Carefully moving down, tongue teasing Kelly's navel. Then even farther.

Oh my. What a clever tongue Annabelle has....

[pheliskougra]

Oh, evil, mean Annabelle... Kelly has to hurriedly grab a pillow to cover her own face and to bite into, or sh would be waking up everybody in the safehouse. She writhes and trembles hard, gasping with idea of revenge.

And by revenge, she means returning every touch and sensation, making Annabelle need to muffle herself. But that will be later and oh heavens, that feels so good and what she was thinking again?

[aeons_crackshot]

Thinking is overrated. Especially when your lover is doing that, and that, and....other things that make you want to moan and scream in pleasure as you finally tip over the edge into climax.

[pheliskougra]

Very overrated.

But still, not disturbing everybody else in the secured ward would be a good idea, right? After all if they become loud, people will comment, and shoot looks, and even maybe... make teasing jokes!

Oh look, Kelly just went past the threshold of caring about much modesty, and the throaty, long moan of bliss announcing her climax probably woke up everybody who was trying to sleep.

(And someone just cheered...)

[aeons_crackshot]

Annabelle is going to turn very, very red at the cheering.

She, ah, kind of forgot they weren't alone in here.

Cue dying of mortification in 3, 2, 1.....

[pheliskougra]

Death by mortification averted by fierce kissing.

Remember, Kelly is past the threshold of caring about modesty...