Six Years after the Blackout
"Find him! I want him alive!" Sebastian Monroe screamed, every vein in his neck visible as his knuckles turned white from gripping the gun that was on the floor of his bedroom. He turned to Gen who stood still against the door, only wearing his shirt. Her eyes were wide like a deer in headlights.
"What happened?" She whispered in short, shallow breaths. "Where's Miles?"
Day of the Blackout
"Why is it that every time I come in here to make you feel better, Bass, we end up having sex?"
A genuine smile spread across Sebastian's face as he stroked Genevieve's smooth skin with his thumb. He looked up into her hazel eyes which curiously studied his expressions with a fierce concentration.
"It makes me feel better." Sebastian replied, suddenly getting up to grab his clothes that were strewn across the floor. "That and I am a weapon of mass seduction."
She let out a rippling laugh sitting up on her knees and tugging the dog tags around his neck to bring him in for a kiss. Her tongue traced his lips as a low whimper pulsated from her throat. Sebastian broke away to wrap his hard arms around her waist then hoisted her hot body against his so her legs coiled around his midriff. He kissed her eyelids, her nose, her eyebrows, her forehead, brushing his lips everywhere, feather-soft, until they came to the corner of her mouth which were full like a ribbon of scarlet.
"Gen," He murmured airily by her ears when her nails came down on his toned shoulders.
Gen had stopped breathing as soon as he had touched her. Now she just, hung there, dangling over a precipice, waiting. The dark waters threatened to swallow her whole, and she stared back into them, willing them to do so if he pulled back and left her, if he just…It was an impossibility.
"Miles will kill you if he ever finds out." Her breath exhaled a warm path across his cheek. Seb gasped in his attempt to calm himself, and clenched her thighs, knowing he should let go, knowing he had to eventually.
Gen entangled her long fingers into his curly hair and yanked him forward so his lips crashed against hers. She knew that he was taking all her weight, standing there strong and unmovable—unchangeable.
They were desperate for each other – it hadn't changed, all this time since he was touring Iraq. All this time she still ached with the intensity, still felt overwhelmed and frantic and like she'd die unless she had him now – unless she could have him inside her, all around her, everywhere until she just couldn't see, couldn't think, couldn't breathe without him. She needed him so much – and she wanted him so badly, and these words were useless to convey the depth and she just knew that if he ever left... If she couldn't have him, Gen knew her soul would just crawl into a dark hole and shrivel away until she was a shell of a person. Incomplete, dead inside. Without him. He was everything that completed her, that held her together, that allowed her to exist. If he left –
She grabbed his lower lip with her teeth and bit down on it until he moaned, his short, square nails digging into her thighs. It was a clear message – Don't you dare leave me.
Gen let go of his lip, slanting her head so she could soothe it with a softer kiss. She felt that wave of total control in this interaction seeing how his hands were busy, and his attention was on keeping them up. And he knew it.
She moved her hands closer to his face, dragging her palms through his short, absurdly soft hair, and stroked the corners of his eyes with her fingertips.
I love you.
Her hands clenched in his hair again.
I need you.
They'd always talked so much better with their bodies than with their words, and as he fell forwards onto the bed, Gen still wrapped around him, they told each other just how they felt after all those years apart with little contact.
His hands claiming her breasts, as he stole the air out of her mouth – you are mine. Her grip tightening on his waist as he thrust into her with a fluid movement. His hands lifted her from beneath her back, bending her over his arms, and crushing her even closer to his chest as he deepened the kiss – I need you. Gen's nails dug into the hard muscles, trailing over his back, as she panted, struggling to breathe against his lips.
And suddenly there were no barriers and he thrust again and she welcomed him inside of her, clenching until he froze and just looked down at her. There was always that eternal moment as soon as he entered her; they still couldn't quite believe the completion, the total sense of oneness that overtook them when they were connected like that – as though they were one entity, as they were in everything else. Everything else they could never express in any way but this.
And then he was moving again and it was all breathlessness and heat and murmurs of 'I love you', and desperate cries of 'don't leave me'. And Gen just clung to him and cried and tried not to think, because if he ever left her she wouldn't survive and he knew that.
"Never," he grunted fiercely, stilling. His hard, heavy body lay poised against hers, and she could feel the tension radiating off of him. In contrast her body was molten, soft and pliable and malleable. She, the only Matheson girl, was melting.
"Gen, look at me –" he struggled to get his voice past his desire thickened throat. It was harsh and hard and commanding and Gen opened her eyes, to see him looking down. His eyes were ablaze with everything he was keeping in, and his face was tight and impassive with the control he was trying to keep over his body. "I will never, ever leave you. If you promise me – if you promise –" a nerve in his jaw jumped and his eyes closed, as he struggled to get the words out. At this point they were both still horrible at the tell-all pillow talk, well, any talk except annoying the hell out of each other, fighting and yelling and teasing and cajoling and –
"I promise," Gen whispered, knowing exactly what he meant. If you promise not to leave me too. She removed her hand from his shoulder to glide down his face and pressed a finger against the corner of his mouth. "You're too hard to get rid of."
"Then stop crying, I'm not that horrible," he said, trying in his usual fashion to make light of the situation. He opened his eyes and if he had been able to move his face, she knew he would have grinned.
"Not by half," She said, laughing – and then he made her moan as he moved against her again, and kissed her mouth, stilling all other words. Later, tangled together amidst sweaty, tired sheets that had seen it all too many times, head pressed against his shoulder, Gen repeated it. "Not by half."
***Revolution***
"Where've you two been? It's nearly eight. Bass, we were supposed to go to Mickey's to get a drink before heading back to the base." Miles said obviously irritated. He flashed his wrist watch in their direction as they entered Gen's loft in Parris Island, South Carolina near his military base.
"Good afternoon to you too. Thanks, you're the best." Gen snatched her brother's mug of coffee and, without a glance back at Sebastian, walked to her room down the hall.
Once Miles heard the door close down the hallway he turned to his best friend. "So, where've you been? I called you and Gen like fifty times."
"Oh, you know, Miles," Bass clapped Miles' shoulder with a grin. "places. I don't think you'd be interested in the works."
"Uh, huh, right." He turned back to the counter to pour himself another mug of coffee, this time making one for Bass too. "And that has nothing to do with why Gen's eerily happy does it?"
"I couldn't say it does." Sebastian indifferently shifted his weight to one foot, gratefully taking a sip from the scorching mug that was handed to him.
Miles rolled his eyes dismissively, figuring that a happy sister was an improvement from the psychotic bitch she usually was. He was about to focus wholly on his coffee but then remembered the important ingredient he had forgotten to add. Rummaging through the half empty cabinets, Miles let out a breath of relief when he found a nearly empty bottle of Jack Daniels. He poured a liberal amount into the black coffee before figuring 'what the hell' and upended the rest of the content into his mug.
***Revolution***
Hope you got your things together. Hope you are quite prepared to die. Looks like we're in for nasty weather. One eye is taken for an eye. Don't go around tonight, well, it's bound to take your life, there's a bad moon on the ris—
Gen jumped up as the world around her turned dark. She stumbled near the door, flicking the light switch on and off without any result. The military's job of hogging the power was all but usual by this time and she felt her way toward the fuse box in the living room.
Even as she restarted each heavy switch the lights weren't restored. Her eyes darted to the balcony door which looked over the entire city.
Darkness.
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