Ellie woke up tired and stiff. And quite cold as well! Their small fire in the living room fireplace must have gone out some time that morning, since it wasn't colder the fifty degrees. But it was still cold enough for Ellie to force herself out of the comfort of her warm bed with Joel, who was still breathing heavily under the quilted blanket they had found upstairs the night before, and made her way slowly into the living room to throw some more wood from some old furniture in the burning embers. She rubbed her hands together and sat by the warm heat, marveling at the beauty of the red and orange flames as they danced. If it wasn't for the fact that it could burn, Ellie might have scouted just a little closer.

Nodding in satisfaction, Ellie headed back to bed in their upstairs room to curl up next to her still sleeping lover. Smiling, she watched as his beard move under the movement of his breathe. The grey was just starting to turn up these days, but not quite enough for her to tease him for... at least, not for her to tease him excessively.

She moved her hand under the covers to reach in her pocket to look at her switchblade, only to feel the soft skin of her thigh. Ellie almost yelped in surprise, but then remembered what she did the night before. 'You took off your fucking jeans, Ellie! It's your own fault for ending up like this!' He tight grey shorts would leave little to the imagination if Joel saw her, and she wondered why she had done this to herself? Then she remembered. Her face turned bright red at the thoughts that were now flooding back to her head, and the heat was back in the pit of her stomach. 'No turning back,' She told herself, her body starting to tingle. But then she rolled over so her back was facing Joel.

It was easier said then done. She was so confused as to what was even going on in her own head. Was this normal? What if it brought on something bad? She could hurt her relationship with Joel, and she tried so hard to make it what it was now. If their was even a chance of her forcing Joel to leave or reject her... Ellie didn't want entertain those thoughts. It'd probably be safest if she just 'dealt' with these... feelings, herself.

She looked over her shoulder to make sure her companion was still deep in his slumber to reassure her that she was safe to sate her seemingly unending and ever increasing desire. Joel was in a deep sleep, his breathing had slowed to a snail's pace. If it wasn't for the slow rising and lowering of his chest, she would have thought he had stopped breathing. Sighing in relief and knowing that only a man who was in a deep sleep could stand breathing like that, she returned to her previous position, her back against Joel's front.

Now that she was here and ready to act, she hesitated. What if he wakes up? She thought to herself. Don't be a fool... he is knocked out cold. A voice in her mind tempted her. She knew it was her own thought, but her worry made her fight a losing battle. The aching, the burning, all concentrated on her very core was eating away at her. It made resisting what her body desired hell.

She let out a quiet sigh. Oh what the hell... just a few little touches can't hurt. I can't sleep with my entire body hotter than the fucking sun. The girl thought, slowly sliding a hand down her side. Cautiously. She was afraid of what could happen, but at the same time she did not care. Her hand stopped when the tips of her fingers reached the band of her underwear. She bit her lip before allowing her hand to slowly slide under the tight grey fabric, inside the only thing keeping her privates hidden, she shivered as her hand neared the source of her current overwhelming issue. Each time her hand approached it, her sensations teased her, making the flames of the fire only grow hotter and send more intense tingles through her body. She knew this was mild compared to what was to come.

As her fingers gently touched the hungry, moist lips of her vagina, she let loose a rather audible moan. She tensed up, partly due to the fact she was finally paying attention to her body, partly due to the fact she made a noise louder than she wanted. Ignore him Ellie... he's peacefully sleeping. Tend to your own needs... She thought as she thrust one of her fingers into her opening.

She let out a gasp, covering her mouth this time to suppress any of the pleasured sounds she made. Her mind and body was slowly winning her over entirely. Drowning out the thoughts of caution and worry and replacing them with those of pleasure and lust with each movement of her fingers that tortured her wanting womanhood. Thoughts of her companion doing these things to her only made her want more.

Her hands were soaked, as was her underwear. She was moving around recklessly as she inched closer and closer to glorious release. She rubbed her clit letting out moans and gasps without a care. She got so worked up by circling her finger around the very sensitive bump that she decided to give it a pinch. She was alone, sort of, and had to experiment with herself. She nearly screamed out in overwhelming pleasure mixed with pain that was mostly drowned out of her senses as she went through a quick spasm, backing into Joel more.

This made her stop and go quiet, her face beat red from both pleasure and embarrassment as she heard the man groan loudly. He put an arm around her waist, unknowingly placing his hand on top of her own which was covered by her underwear.

"Whaat's wrong... … … Ellll..." He slurred before falling back asleep.

She sighed in relief when she felt his body calm. "Fuck, that was close..." She whispered before her blush deepened due to realizing where her companion's hand was. A not-so-innocent idea popped up in her head and every part of her agreed. He is out of it... she thought, what's the worst that could happen? He'll probably think he's dreaming... She smirked, removing her soaked hand from her equally soaked womanhood to welcome Joel's hand inside.

She sighed in bliss when she felt Joel's calloused hand touch her privates. Keeping it where it was she began to move her hips back and forth in order to rub against his limp hand. Oh, how she enjoyed his touch. It made her flames more intense, making her body shiver and her womanhood even more soaked than it was. She had thought it was as wet as it could get, but this proved her wrong. She wanted more of him... even if she could just see more of him, that would make her happy. It felt wrong to do this whilst he was asleep, but her body drowned that feeling out with how right it felt. She began moving her hips harder and faster, grinding against his hand.

What was stirring him from his slumber? What was that warm, soft, and damp feeling on his hand? That sound... peculiar. He sighed mentally. Guess it's time to get your ass outta bed, old man. He thought to himself in silence, his eyes closed so he could rest in the abyss.

As his hearing and senses began to adjust he heard moaning. Pleasured moaning. The smell... he had smelled it before. Many years ago, back before Sarah was even born. Her mother...

He groaned quietly as he flicked his heavy-lidded eyes open, they went wide at the sight they had witnessed.

"E... Ellie? What are you doin'...?" He asked. He didn't need her to answer. He knew exactly what was going on.

Before he could react, she let out a scream and at the same time her body clenched up tight, his hand felt warm liquids splash all over it. Letting out a gasp and growl at the same time, he quickly ripped his hand away from her and got to his feet. She apparently hadn't heard him over her self-pleasuring as the action made her jump a foot.

"The hell do you think you're doin'?" He growled at her and she looked with hesitation and fear into his eyes, covering herself up with a blanket.

"J-Joel! It's... I can explain..." She said with a pleading tone in her voice.

He stared at her, noticing his left hand dripping in her juices. In a way he liked it, but such a thing was forbidden. She was young, he was old, back in his day... he loved her, there was no denying that. But either way, he didn't think he was ready to participate in something like sex with her.

He was tempted, but he shook his head. He couldn't let such thoughts get to him. He needed time, most definitely.

"You have a lot of explainin' to do..." He said with as cold a tone as he could muster. He wasn't a man who usually masked his true feelings and thoughts. This situation, he believed had called for such actions.

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A major "thank you!" to Sarenieth for helping with this chapter! You have played a major part in this story *salutes* and I hope to continue working with on my stories :D We have a few ideas and chapters in store for you lovely people, so don't be too mad about the fucking cliffhanger, ok? ;)