"Okay when did I invite you in?" I told him, leaning against my bed with my arms crossed.
"I came in here because I just want to explain why I've been..." Brad trailed off for a moment, thinking so I decided to speed him along.
"A pain in the arse? A jerk to me?" I supplied and he shook his head, a tiny smile on his lips. "Take your pick because I have more."
"That's not exactly fair since I've been working day and night on a cure. You know that, Bridget." Brad sighed and I nodded, waving my hand for him to continue. "The ZDC took a blood sample from Nick Ramos to figure out how to mass produce a cure for the parasite that turns people into zombies. Which means we no longer would need Zombrex...hell, the entire world would be cured."
"Yeah I know that much, Brad. Only you left out the part where I lost my whole family so what help is that to me?" I replied, sitting heavily as he watched.
"Bridget, I want to help you." Brad said, moving towards the bed and I sighed. Holding the can of soda between my fingers I fiddled with it, staring at it as Brad sat beside me.
"Even if I'm cured it won't bring my family back." I whispered, swallowing the lump in my throat.
"I wasn't lying when I said I care about you, Bridget." Brad told me, setting his hand over mine and I raised my head. "I thought kissing you would give you a clue."
"Maybe but your atittude towards me since then makes me think that was a one-off." I answered, taking a sip from my soda. While I was distracted Brad leant in and my eyes widened as I felt his warm lips on my own. I sat there, not reacting when the kiss ended.
"No, it wasn't." Brad told me, giving my hand a squeeze as I sat there in shock. "By the way I prefer lemonade." He added, taking the can from me when my hands started shaking, my eyes looking directly into his. "Now are you ready to work this out?" He asked, pushing me onto the bed.
I was all for working on our relationship, especially when Brad's right hand slipped under my shirt. As he gently scratched my spine his mouth closed over mine, kissing me as his other hand grasped the blanket under me. I arched my back and Brad broke off the kiss, actually chuckling. "Hey why are you laughing?" I asked and he grinned, digging his fingernails into the base of my spine. A low groan emerged from my throat earning myself another laugh from Brad as he stared down at me. "Oh shut up. I can't help it." I grumbled, pushing him over before I sat up.
"What's wrong?" Brad asked, sitting up and I sniffed. "Did I say something wrong?"
"In case you haven't noticed I kind of...smell." I replied, cheeks red as he raised an eyebrow. "Hello, I'm still covered in zombie blood and guts or did you forget?"
"No, I didn't forget." Brad answered, wrinkling his nose as I climbed from the bed. "I was just being polite."
"You can say it, Brad. I do smell really bad. Time for a shower...oh and that nose thing you're doing is kind of cute." I said, heading towards the door. Once I reached the door I turned around, smiling as Brad just stared at me from the bed. "You know you can join me if you want." I added, giving him a quick grin before I opened the door. As I headed for the bathroom I smiled to myself, hearing hurried footsteps not far behind me.
It wasn't until I entered the bathroom with Brad just behind me that I realized that maybe this wasn't a good idea. "I think we've run into a problem." I said to Brad who raised his eyebrows at me, hands on the hem of his shirt. "I don't actually have any clothes to change into." I told him and he just grinned, pulling his shirt over his head.
"Already taken care of, Bridget." Brad answered, getting a blank stare in response. Shaking his head at me, Brad pointed to a box sitting near the wall. With a shrug I headed over to the box, opening it to find an assortment of clothes. "The ZDC did supply us with everything we would need while we're under quarantine. That includes clothing, food and a few other things."
"Awesome." I whispered, digging through the box to find a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. After a closer check I realized they were a size too small for me. "Oh well. Guess they'll have to do for now." I muttered, setting them aside as I went through the box a little more. It wasn't until I pulled out a small box that I stared, cheeks red once I read the label.
"Bridget, are you taking a shower or what?" Brad called out, standing inside the shower with the curtain wrapped around his lower half.
"Why are there condoms in here?" I asked, straightening and he shrugged. "Brad, seriously?"
"Okay, well the ZDC thought that since there are so many people living here together it was a good idea to have enough medical supplies for everyone." Brad explained as I headed over to him, setting the condoms on the sink before I started to strip pulling my t-shirt over my head.
"The ZDC or just you?" I asked, giving him a quick smile when he actually blushed. "Well it is a good idea." I added, slipping my underwear off and he blinked as I stretched. "Like what you see?" I teased as he held open the shower curtain and he nodded, not saying a word.
Standing under the hot running water I sighed, tilting my head back as I rinsed my face. "Man I never thought taking a shower would be this great. Even if we're stuck here for a week at least there's running water." I said, pausing when I felt Brad tapping me on the shoulder. Once I turned around I saw him holding a shampoo bottle.
"Do you want me to wash your back? It might make you feel better." He offered, looking a little red-faced and I nodded at him. Turning back, I cleaned my face of any blood and sweat as he applied the shampoo to my back. As gently as possible he slowly ran his open palms across my back and I couldn't help noticing his chest pressing against me. After a pause Brad reached up and I could feel his hands running through my hair and scalp. "Feels a lot better now, huh?" He asked and I turned my head slightly, giving him a grin.
"Yeah it does. Thanks for taking care of me." I muttered and he grinned. With my back turned I didn't see him step towards me though I did feel his lips brush a kiss on the back of my neck. "Ohh...that feels nice." I groaned, his lips sending a shiver through my body. Hearing that Brad kissed my shoulder next, his arms encircling my waist. When his lower half came into contact with my backside I shuddered and he paused, his eyes searching my face. "Keep doing that." I begged and he gave me a tiny smile.
"I think I will." Brad whispered, lightly licking the tip of my earlobe. I let out a low groan as he nipped my ear, giving it a flick with his tongue before he started to tongue my ear. With each thrust of his tongue I could feel his groin pressing against mine, his obvious erection brushing my backside.
"Didn't...know you were this excited to...see me." I moaned, Brad's tongue leaving my ear before he licked my throat. "I'm learning a few new things about you, Agent Park."
"I think now would be a good time to admit I'm enjoying this." Brad panted, kissing me hard. As we kissed, Brad's hand moved from my chin and I jerked as he touched my breast. "You like that huh?" He asked, giving my nipple a tug and I groaned pressing against his erection.
"Of course I do." I groaned, arching into his touch as he teased my breasts. "And I bet you like this." I added, rubbing my backside against his groin. That earned me a loud moan and I giggled, feeling him rubbing my nipple with his thumb and forefinger.
"Who wouldn't, Bridget?" Brad whispered, groaning a little as he ran his hand down my belly. He started to run just the tips of his fingers across my belly and as his hand moved further down I tensed, a shudder flowing through me. "We don't have to go any further if you don't want to." He told me and I turned my head slightly.
"No, it's okay." I whispered, taking a deep breath before I reached down and Brad gasped as I slowly grasped his arousal in one hand. "I know how this is supposed to go but I've never actually...you know." I admitted, cheeks flushed and he nodded. Brad moved forward, taking my hand and we both groaned as he started to guide himself in. "W..wait stop. It hurts." I whimpered, biting my lower lip as he stepped back.
"Maybe this is a bad idea." Brad whsipered but I hurriedly shook my head, gently releasing him before I stepped from the shower. Confused, Brad peered out only to see me return with a foil packet in one hand. "Oh right."
"Better safe than sorry, Agent Park." I grinned, opening it before I handed it to Brad. Carefully he slipped it on as I stepped in front of him, my back facing his chest. "Just...take it slow okay?" I asked and he nodded, not that I could see his face though I could feel his warm hands resting on my backside.
When Brad guided himself in I let out a moan, the pain sudden but once he was in we both let out a groan. Panting heavily I pressed my palms onto the shower tiles. "Ready?" Brad asked, trying to control his breathing and I managed a nod.
He arched his hips towards mine, a quick thrust and I moaned, jolts of pleasure flowing through my belly. Taking his time Brad reached around, cupping my right breast. As he squeezed it he thrust into me again, being patient as I worked out a rhythum. His hand left my breast soon after, his fingernails scratching along my spine and I jerked.
"Brad, keep doing that. Don't know why I like that." I panted, liking the way his fingernails dug in. He grinned, breathing hard before he thrust deeper and I moaned his name the sound of our heavy breathing and the slap of flesh against flesh loud in that bathroom.
Taking his time Brad nipped at my shoulders and back, his hands moving towards my backside. He gripped my cheeks, his thrusts coming fast and when he drove himself deeper I cried out. Shuddering I arched my back, begging him to keep going. I couldn't understand his words but I could feel his body moving faster, a warm feeling flowing through my belly and it grew until I couldn't breathe.
The feeling grew until I couldn't see straight, my own groans filling my ears as my climax hit something I'd only read about.
Covering my hands with his own, Brad let out a cry as he released. Panting, he turned me around so I facing him and without a word I rested my head on his chest.