*Lucy's POV*

My tears only stopped slipping down my face when Rogue gently laid me down on the couch after we'd both come down from that hazy high that ensues sweet, wordless sex.

He'd done much better than last time, I guess it really was sloppy since he'd been so drunk. Well... We were both drunk, but I'm a well coordinated drunk, unlike Rogue apparently.

I stare at the ceiling as I feel the last of my tears dry up, followed by that not-uncomfortable-but-definitely-not-comfortable tight skinned sensation that always accompanies dried tears.

"I left a can on the kitchen counter for your breakfast," I breathe the words out, knowing Rogue would hear them no matter how quietly I uttered them.

"Thanks," He said softly.

He pulls his pants back up, we'd only really yanked them roughly 5 inches down in our hurry. I didn't mind.

He almost reaches for his shirt and sweater but gets lazy and pulls his arm back to his lap before taking a deep breath and getting off the couch to go eat his breakfast quickly before we get going.

"Hey," He catches my attention as my mind drifts off, "this is gonna sound weird but since we've already fucked twice there's no shame I guess... Um.. Are you on birth control?" He blurts out, I freeze and look at him.

"What?" My eyes widen.

"I mean, we don't have access to condoms, but I forgot to ask if you were on birth control."

"No, I'm not... Where would I even get that, the way things are?"

"I don't know, your spirits? Grabbing them from a pharmacy on a food run? Anything?" He looks panicked. I need to calm him down. I'm not panicking... Why am I not panicking?

"Hey, it'll be fine, my family has a history of difficult conceptions. It took my mother and father like 4 years to conceive me. I won't get pregnant." I hope I'm telling the truth, though for some reason I find I am completely calm, maybe because I spent all my emotional energy for today already.

"If you say so." Rogue sounds unsure but less panicked. Good.

He uses his sharp teeth to bite open the can of fruit, making a few holes before chugging the juice that came out as he tipped the can and his head back.

"Let's get going." I get up before feeling something unsettling run down my inner thigh.

I look down, it's Rogue's semen, not completely coagulated. It's slowly making its way to the floor.

I look up to Rogue, he has fully opened the can and is quickly gobbling the contents. I walk to the stairs and run up the stairs and to the bathroom. Mavis, there better be some goddamn running water in this house, plus I kinda have to pee. I try the sink, it works, I shut off the sink quickly and start the shower, testing to see if the water still runs hot. It does. Thank Mavis.

I hop into the shower and leave the shower curtain back, turning to the mirror cabinet. My hair is matted and bloody. My face is muddy. But I've still looked worse, I look like a post apocalyptic cave queen.

I step further under the strong hot stream of water, closing my eyes, pulling my hair back out of my face. I open my eyes to check for soap, there's a little bar on the side of the sink, I step out carefully into the bath mat and grab the soap.

As I'm turning back to the shower I see Rogue outside the doorway, it looks like he was going to the bedroom for something, he's not close to the door, so I assume I left it unlocked.

"You want a shower next?" I offer, shrugging.

He looks down at his still shirtless body and sighs, "Yeah, that'd be good. Let's get going in 15."

I nod and get back in the shower.

After lathering the soap and trying to finger comb my hair(not so successfully) I get out of the shower, leaving rogue 5 minutes until the time he said we'd be leaving.

"I'm done!" I holler, before wondering if I should be even more quiet, what if a walker outside hears me.

Rogue slides out of the room missing a bed, "Thanks." He says as he strips and steps into the still running shower.

I remember my clothes are still downstairs, shit. It's kinda cold, since I'm only wearing a towel. This sucks.

I look at the room Rogue came from, I get the feeling there's more to it than he's letting on, but I don't know if I want to know.

I turn and hurry downstairs, throwing on my clothes and socks before putting my keys into my sweater pocket.

I hear Rogue pad down the stairs, I pick up his shirt and sweater, tossing them to him as I shoved my feet into my shoes.

Rogue smells pretty clean, despite having worn the same clothes without washing them for changing them for a few days.

"Ready?" I say as I lace up my sneakers.

"Yeah," He says nonchalantly as he shoves his own feet into his shoes, after quickly pulling on his shirt and sweater.

I throw open the front door and look outside, there are a few zombies down the street, but they don't matter right now.

"Okay." I mumble as I break into a slow jog, down the stairs to the house and towards the forest. Rogue follows.

I look over at him as we jog through the woods quietly. He looks thoughtful. I wonder why. Oh well, I suppose he'll tell me if and when he wants me to know whatever's in his head.