Disclaimer:I do not own Z Nation, I do not make any money off my musings and also, please don't sue me.
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Murphy panted as he slowly came down from his high. His breath puffed against sharp collarbones, moist air returning to brush against his face. In front of him his partner was still in the throes of passion. Little moans occasionally escaping as Murphy's hips continued to give little abortive thrusts.
He slowly pulled away from his companion, hand still clutching at a tanned hip for leverage. He watched in undeniable fascination as it caused a moan to break just a bit louder, distorting syllables that might have once been his name, while they're head pushed back against the hard brick they were pushed agains. God, they looked perfect.
As he pulled away almost completely hazy eyes opened to meet his. Eyes eerily similar to his own, eyes that were distorted and blown wide with rampant mutated infection. Even in there unnatural state the emotions in them were clear. The ever present loyalty only fueled by there recent activities.
Murphy's thumb swept across the hip it rested on, feeling the jagged edges of the scar he had left there. A definitive sign of his corruption and ownership, branded on the skin of his little murderous lamb. Murphy's hand reflexively clenched around his hand full of skin. His.
They separated for clothing, his companion never straying any further then they had too. Clinging to him like a puppy, with lingering hands and glances as they obediently followed him back towards the van. Murphy quickly taking his place in the drivers seat. He looked over and sighed as he saw his charge lingering outside the van, waiting for instruction.
The former savior of humanity reached over and popped the passenger door open, before patting the seat beside him.
They obediently climbed into the passenger seat, a place of honnor not allowed in there former group.
As Murphy started up the car he turned to meet hopeful eyes, peeking up from under messy dark hair and had to resist the urge to grin. That hair was going to get them in trouble, far too long for the apocalypse. Still, he doubted they'd get around to actually cutting it. Besides, it added to the total appearance of an overgrown puppy. Murphy reached out and tousled the overgrown mess of dark waves, like he was petting an animal.
"Good boy, Tommy."
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A/N: I noticed that this fandom was pretty empty, thought I'd do my bit to add to it. I hope I successfully lured you into thinking it was Cassandra, or a zombie perhaps? I might write more about how Tommy ended up with Murphy at some point. I'm pretty sure this takes place a few weeks after the end of season one. Seeing as they still have the van. And finally, I am beta-less, feel free to volunteer. Also, virtual cookies to anyone who recognises the title reference that has nothing to do with the story.