The tree was higher than (Name) expected, but it would have to do. Her minutes were numbered, and if she didn't pick out a good tree in an acceptable time frame, the whole thing just wouldn't happen. Her fingers stretched out along the ragged bark of the tree, her foot firmly on a spare root that stuck out of the ground. She pulled, and hung for a few seconds.
"Come on," she was muttering to herself, and as if her own encouragement, she pulled up, and met the base of the tree. It was difficult getting both of her legs up along with her, but sooner or later it was all of her or none of her.
She leaned against a branch, and caught her breath. It had been a few years since she had climbed her last tree. She was out of practice. Fortunately, the spirit of the climb never left her.
The tree was definitely bigger than most, moreover like ones you would often books, or movies. Fantasy. The oak was strong, the floor or the wood was wide. (Name) figured she could hide out here for a few days, at least until the authorities found her. She snuggled herself between two spare branches, and the wave of exhaustion hit her like a brick. When was the last time she had had a good night's sleep?
Well, it must've not mattered now. Her eyes drifted close and she was asleep.
Over the years, guns were getting especially harder and harder to come by. Too much blood. Not enough profit anymore. Harsh laws restricted their use, and (Name) honestly could've cared less. Yes, they could've helped a good bit once concerning all that happened, but for the most part, nobody needed them.
(Name)'s eyes fluttered open and the sun was caught in the fight of the ground and the sky. It was vermilion, one of the rarer colors of the star. It probably would've been nice, but the barrel of a gun in her face was a little distracting. (Name) jerked back, a yelp crawling out of her lips.
"What the hell! What's going on? What are you doing?! Put that down!"
"Get out of the tree." His voice was low. Lacked any type of sympathy. "Now."
Shock was one word to describe (Name). "I can't get out of the tree. It's the—"
When his thumb was on the hammer of the gun, (Name) stopped talking, mouth one movement away from making another word.
"I don't really care why you're in the tree. I just want you out of it." Hazel eyes stared into umber ones. Her foot left a branch, and her fingers clawed at the first piece of bark she could reach. She was going down now, and his sneer hardly faltered.
"Now." he murmured, and the gun danced in a tremble. "Who the hell are you?"
(Name) stayed silent.
"Answer me!"
"I'm (Name) (Last Name)," she inhaled sharply, not looking into his eyes. "I'm on the run."
He chuckled bitterly. "We all are. This fucking…" he wiped some dirt off of his face. "this fucking planet, huh?"
He rolled his sleeve up, and what looked like a bruise seemed to decorate his arm. (Name)'s eyebrows furrowed. She took a step back.
"That's not—"
"It is."
Her mouth covered hands. "Stay away from me."
He shrugged. "I can't now." He took a step forward and the gun clicked. "Get on your knees."
She shook her head, and she took a step back. And another. And another. "No," she whispered. "no, no, no,"
"I said get on your knees, bitch." He pointed the gun upwards and lightning struck. (Name) covered her ears. No, not lightning. (Name) didn't hesitate this time. She sank to her knees, and it was just her, him, and the tension.
"Beg for mercy."
"Please—"
He swung the gun to the side of her head, and she squeezed her eyes shut. "Beg." he whispered. "Beg for your life, beg for your future," he gasped out a breath, and he threw his head up. He looked at her with the face of a deity. "beg that whatever the fuck lays ahead of you takes pity on your soul."
"Don't hurt me."
"I can't hear you. I wanna hear that charming, little voice. Where did all that confidence go, little girl, huh?" his smirk penetrated, only adding to the flame of his rising ego. "I know what you're thinking. Guy shows up, he's down to fuck. Little flower too scared to get watered on." His hands moved their way to the curve of his crotch, and he patted against his legs. "C'mon," he beckoned. "Open it."
(Name)'s dark eyes flicked up to his. He was attractive, looked to be around the right age for her. He had a nice enough body as well, toned perfectly for his height. Hardly any hair. Hazelnuts for eyes.
Well.
There's an apocalypse going on.
Why not?
Her rosy nails reached to grab the silver zipper of the jeans, and she swiftly pulled down. The ripped jeans dropped to the ground with a small plop. His long legs were in sight now, and before she could look back up to him, a fistful of her hair was enraptured in his fist.
"Now I know that it isn't that hard to pull off some clothing. You are going to take off my boxers, and you are going to suck my dick. Do you understand?"
"But I—" He tugged a little on her hair. She whimpered quietly, but didn't say anything.
"Did I say," his voice was low now. "that you could ask questions? Because I sure as hell don't remember giving you the pleasure. Suck my fucking dick."
She took ahold of both sides of the undergarment, and allowed it to slip down his nude legs. He was half-naked now. It was getting real.
"Don't back down now," his smirk got wider. 'I know that this is a little—"
"You really need to shut up." (Name) took the member into her hand, both gonads in the other. "I'm getting so sick of you just—!"
Maybe it was the way his voice moved her. Maybe it was her desire to get the fucking over with. Maybe it was even the hostility of this whole thing happening in the first place. Either way, his dick had made it into her mouth. Step one; accomplished. It was slow at first. Movements were little. Sound was silent.
"Ah fuck, yeah," he was muttering through his gritted teeth now. Hand still tangled within the threads of her hair, he ran his fingers through the smooth texture. "See," he breathed out. (Name) was beginning to quicken her pace a little. Excitement was building. "I knew," he let out another heavy breath. "I knew that you could do it, oh my god," both hands were on the sides of her head. She was doing amazing. It was something about the way she was doing it, something about her.
"Stop."
(Name) slowly pulled off of his shaft, tongue leaving behind it's slimy trail. "Why'd you ask me to," she panted a little. "to stop?"
"Because," he murmured. "any longer and that pretty little face would've been coated."
(Name) felt her face flare up at his little comment. She probably would've laughed if they weren't participating in such activities.
"I want you to take off your pants," he stood up straight. "and I want you to do it slowly. Get up."
He took a step back, and allowed (Name) to take in her surroundings. The sun was down now, the sky just turning cobalt. Her legs pushed, and she was now standing. It moreover felt like jelly on stilts. He took a step forward, and (Name) took a step back in response. Another step forward. Another step back. (Name)'s back bumped into the base of the tree, and it was over. God, it was all over.
His hands met the sides of her head, flatly sitting on the rugged bark of the tree. His long arms blocked any means of escape, and it was once again him, and her.
"Kiss me," he whispered.
"What if I don't?"
He chuckled. "Don't be like that."
It was a nice kiss. Soft, not aggressive like he was a few minutes prior. His lips played with hers, and he pulled away.
"Nice kisser," and he smiled.
(Name) didn't really say anything. She just kissed him again.
As if she were a map, his slender fingers gripped her shoulders now, taking in the dance of the mouths. It was like they were one mouth, working together to communicate. His fingers trailed in circles, and eventually in long lines. (Name) hated to admit it, but she was enjoying the attention.
Fingers moved lower, and lower, fingertips grazing her own waistband of pants, pulling them down as she did with his. The kiss was getting hotter now. Sighs resonated in sync with one another. Sexual tension at its highest.
His fingers snuggled in between her own underwear, and found themselves comfortable within their folds. (Name) gasped a little, surprised that he was already exploring.
"Just want to see what makes the cutest noises." He curved his finger, and (Name) let out a tiny yelp. Wow. That actually felt good. "You seem to like that."
The pads of his fingers seemed made for her sensitive spots. Numerous moments were made of her groans, noises of pleasure. (Name) had never had anyone do this to her. And so well, she thought.
After a few minutes, he stopped, and she whimpered at the loss of feeling.
"Don't give me that look. We're at the best part." (Name)'s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but when she felt that he had whipped the last of her lower-half's clothes, she shivered. It was a little chilly.
` "Quick question," he took his dick in his hand. "Are you a virgin?"
Oh fuck. That question. Well, it was now or never. Literally. "Yes." she nodded, and he smiled smugly.
"That's all I needed to know." It was fast, and it sort of felt like he had done it before. (Name) moaned, cringing at the slight pain that ached her core. He moved slowly, getting used to her size, and width. "God, you are so," he was breathing heavily now. "you're so fucking gorgeous, you know?"
The statement certainly surprised (Name). Her life was full of dull 'good job!'s or plain 'you look nice today!'s. It was different. It was very different. She was never told that she was "gorgeous", and never with such raw emotion. (Name) had trouble responding.
"Don't you dare try to sweet-talk your way out of this," she grabbed the side of his face, and it was her turn to act smug. "You better get moving, or you're going to get nowhere."
His bronze eyes gazed into hers, and the aggression disappeared. It was never about aggression. It was all about instinct.
His arms grabbed her waist, pulling her closer to him as the rhythm of his movements began to quicken. (Name)'s small squeaks turned into full-out cries. Playtime was over. The adults were playing now.
His thrusts never failed to disappoint her in those minutes of the two being close. Arms were wrapped around each other, noises of intimacy played in their harmonious tune.
After quite some time, he began to slow down.
"Oh God," (Name)'s breath fluttered from her mouth. "What are you doing?"
"I-I'm close," he murmured. She wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Fuck… me too," and the two were at it again, muttering each other's name. When timed just right, he pushed in all the way, groaning loudly as (Name) rode out both of their orgasms. They were both panting now, eyes closed, the sky dark.
"God…. I just fucked you and I don't even know your name."
He laughed, and swiped away a strand of her hair.
"Cesaro." He pecked her lips, and smiled. "My name is Cesaro."
