Author's Note: Yeah, yeah, I know, I'm taking FOREVER to update. But I've had so little time to write, and this was a loooong chapter. And to Anonymous Coward ( XP ) I'm glad you like my writing! I personally thought I went a little too out-of-character in parts, but hey…it's been months and months since I actually saw the movie. And I also thought that Nicole was…I don't know, sort of a brat? But anyway, reviews are extremely appriciated. A thousand apologies for lateness and a million and one thank yous to those who are still reading. So let's get it under way—
Tyler was exhausted as he collapsed onto the sand near the beach, rubbing the tiredness from his eyes with a hand and letting out a sharp sigh. Resting his head on the ground, he reflected back onto the time he'd spent with the group that day, for once free of stress and inhibitions. He couldn't remember talking so much to anyone, they had all pretty much spilled their guts. Funny how that was. They shared stories, the humorous or lifting ones anyway, Tyler keeping himself in check not to tell the story that he had told Ana. No one else knew about his embarassing tattoo, and no one ever had to. Unless of course Ana had already told them. He cringed at that thought. He would have stayed with them longer, but he'd started to feel slightly ill and so had gone to lie down. He should have known that Ana would have followed him sooner or later.
She came to him and sat by his right side, and he acknowledged her with a faint smile. "Hey Ty. Just…came to make sure you were okay. You feel sick again?"
"I think I'm just tired." He dismissed her concerns, sitting up again. "Maybe I'll get a good night's sleep for once, huh?"
"As good as a night's sleep in the sand could be." She agreed, looking around. "But seriously, come on up and sleep with us, why don't you? It has to be better than sitting alone out here."
"I'm not alone." He elbowed her slightly.
She rolled her eyes. "Not for now. But you don't expect me to stay out here, do you?" there was a slight flitting of nervousness in her tone, and she hoped he didn't hear it.
He chuckled, but said nothing, staring out again at the ocean shoreline. "Just feel kinda light-headed. I'll come back in a little while."
"Here…" Ana tenatively reached out a hand. "Let me see." She gently let the back of her hand rest against his temple, and his muscles stiffened just a little. She noticed and carefully retracted her hand. "You don't have to worry. I'm a doctor, remember?" she smiled.
He reached up to rub the back of his neck. "Uheh, who's worrying?"
"Well you do feel a little hot." She diagnosed.
"Hm." He swallowed and was looking back again to the shore. She wondered what he was thinking when he did that. He seemed blank, troubled. She noticed something in him that was increasingly distant since his return.
"Something's on your mind." She let that fall out as a statement. Asking the question would have just seemed pointless.
He looked back to her slowly, and she couldn't tell if he was nervous or just reluctant. Either way he was answering, and that was all that really mattered. "Um…Just some things. It…was kinda weird up there for a while." He bowed his head slightly, as though unsure if she really wanted him to get into this conversation.
"Weird how?" she prodded.
Tyler was biting his thumb thoughtfully, neglecting to answer her. He wasn't deliberately ignoring her, but he just couldn't seem to find the right words. "They don't even…seem real…when they're just standing there." Came his quiet response at last.
Ana craned her head back slowly, seemingly contemplating the sky for a moment. She tried to picture that scene, memories flooding back to her eyes of the way the stiffening dead lumbered aimless outside of the mall parking lot. "I guess I know what you mean. Well, I mean, I…I don't know exactly how you felt, but…" she sighed and shook her head.
"It's okay." He dismissed. "It was just sort of eerie is all. You get to naturally expect them to attack…"
She looked back to him briefly in understanding. "You probably really don't want to hear this again, but…you're lucky. I still think so. You should be glad that they didn't hurt you. I am…anyway." She cleared her throat and looked back at the ocean, noting the way it was so level and flat tonight. Just the calm ocean waters, oblivious to the world that had ended around it. Inside she was scolding herself from even having come out here, but she hated the idea of Tyler being out here alone. How could he even stand to be alone anymore? She knew she herself couldn't.
Tyler looked back to her at that last statement, mouth opening in a means to say something. He failed, however. Instead he was forced to merely change the subject. "Guess I'll get used to it, huh?"
"Well I—" Ana paused. She hadn't exactly thought that far ahead. As swept up in the moment of havoc as she had been, she didn't stop to think about the fact that Tyler would need to do this more than once. The thought scared her, to be be perfectly honest. Tyler was shaken as it was, or at least he seemed that way, she couldn't imagine what doing this for the rest of his life would do. What could she tell him? No, you don't have to? "…And are you okay with that…?" Nice, yeah, that was a good choice. Was he 'okay' with being one of the last people on earth? Was he 'okay' with having been infected with this sickness? She mentally grumbled at herself for that.
Tyler let out a few humored chuckles, to her relief. "That's not really a factor anymore…you know?"
Ana looked away. "I know."
He sensed her uneasiness right away and straightened up. "It's okay, really. It's weird, but…it's just something I'll have to get over. You're right, I'm…well I am lucky. I might be one of those things, but I can still think, and that—"
"Stop saying that—don't say that." She broke in, pained. "You can't tell me you think for a second that you have anything in common with them." She eyed him in exasparation for a long stretch of his unresponsive silence. "You're one of us. The difference between them and us is that they used to be people, and we still are. You still are. Fuck, I thought you already got that through your head." Her words came out harsher than she meant, but she was fed up with all the doubt circling around this past day.
Tyler replied slowly, avoiding her eyes. "Look, no offense Ana…but maybe you wouldn't understand, okay?" normally those words would have sounded defensive, but in the tone it was given, it came across as more of a plea than anything else. It made her grimace just slightly.
"Why not?" she pushed, making a note to keep the bite out of her voice.
Tyler continued to look away. He didn't want to tell her. He didn't want to scare her, make her nervous. But she deserved to know the answers. "It just feels different."
"Feels different." Ana repeated unsurely when he didn't go on.
"Yeah… I feel things I never felt before, I make these horrible sounds sometimes that I can't…that I don't recognize. Can't control. Ana, I-" he braved himself up enough to look at her as he finished. "Back there, at the resort. I wanted to kill it. There was one that just wouldn't keep its hands off me, and I flipped out. I had this urge to kill, and it was fucking awful…You know I've never wanted to kill anything in my life? Not before this. Not…" he sighed again, thinking that perhaps he'd ranted a little too much. Surely none of that made sense.
Ana looked up to meet his bizarre eyes, eyes that were inappropriately calm and somehow almost lovely on him in the most disturbing way. Beyond the distortion of those eyes, however, she could see the fear. Could he really be so mortified of his own existence? She rubbed the side of her face and thought for a moment. "They're already dead." She said quietly. "I'd be worried if you wanted to kill one of us, but they're already dead."
Tyler knew that Ana was taking pity on him, hoping for the best. But he himself had been terrified that his bloodlust might not be that fickle. Even if as he looked upon her now, he felt he could never harm her. Or any of them.
"You're so afraid of these instincts. You saved Terry, didn't you? Wasn't that impulsive?" she reminded.
"I…I don't know." He put his head into his hand. "I'm just kind of fucked up right now…"
Ana took in his frustrated and forlorn state with sympathy, reaching up to his shoulder slowly, but quickly deciding against such affections and letting her hand drop to her lap. Maybe there was nothing she could say right now. Perhaps most of this just had to be worked out by him. She felt helpless, but what else could she do for him but leave him alone? He didn't have a right to hate himself now, if only she could tell him that. With a disheartened murmur and the intent to head back to the camo site, she almost stood, but his next comment halted her in her tracks.
"Which I guess is why I—" he stopped, but didn't look at her, shyly keeping his head down low between his shoulders. "Well…Um…I just…just wanted to say that I was sorry. For the other night. I'm screwed up, Ana, I didn't mean to hurt you."
She couldn't decide how to handle that. Part of her wanted to pretend that night never happened. The other part told her she was being stupid, it was a simple kiss and nothing more. But she didn't know he felt so bad about it. "Oh…Tyler, I don't—" she tried, her voice becoming somewhat difficult to find.
"And I know that's not a good excuse. I don't know why I did it." He took a quick glance at her. "Just don't…hate me for it."
"I don't hate you." She dropped back to her spot immediately. "You don't have to apologize, I…" damn it. It really wasn't fair that he felt so terrible about it when she had already admitted to herself she had some kind of feelings for him. "Look…I…I didn't run because of you, I ran because of me."
"But Ana, I knew about you." He said with a guilty sigh. "Terry told me the story, okay? The whole story. I know where you came from, what all this's done to you. And you don't think I'm a prick for it?" he looked as though he would stop there, but it seemed that there was just more to be said. "You sure as hell deserve better than that. I should've known. I knew what happened to you, I knew I didn't know you—or do know you—as well as I have most women I've kissed, I knew it was the wrong place and damn well the wrong time, but for some reason…none of that stopped me."
A pain struck her as he spoke those words, memories of Luis and Michael coming back to her in a hard blow she hadn't been ready for. Laughs, smiles, tender moments, all wasted when given in such short supply. Tears were readily standing in her eyes, but she wouldn't stoop to shedding them. She'd cried enough tears, enough for the year, enough for a lifetime. She would wake up with the tears streaming down her face and no memory of having cried them, and as far as she was concerned, she needn't anymore. "…Did you feel anything…during it?" she heard herself mumble.
Tyler's countenance shifted to confusion as he looked to her warily, one hand that was previously touching a line of bruising along his collar bone becoming still. "What…?"
She closed her eyes harshly for a minute before opening them. "I mean did you…feel anything…for me?" it sounded so strange to her. She'd never been the really emotional type. Never one of those women who sat down and analyzed their feelings or liked to talk about them.
Tyler appeared less confused at that, but no more content. He swallowed once and stuttered for a few seconds. "Y-yeah, yes…I'm sorry, but I did…I do."
Ana didn't know what to think. He sounded even more ashamed at that confession than he was at having done what he did at all. He really must have thought he took advantage of her…Well perhaps he did, in a certain sense. But not intentionally, and she couldn't blame him for it. There was just a connection between them…simple, really. "Because I felt…" she started awkwardly, but then rethought her statement. "I mean I feel…I think I feel something for you." She looked away with equal discomfort.
They sat there for a long while after that, saying nothing and only regarding one another every so often with a passing glance. Just two fucked up people in a fucked up situation in a fucked up world who had just fucked up too many times for it to fucking matter anymore. Ana had to give a bitter chuckle inward at that: two people struggling to survive in an abandoned world and their foremost problem was still this emotional shit? What happened to all those years of practice she had when it came to detatching from her real feelings? So that kids wouldn't see her cry when she told them a parent or a sibling was dead, so husbands and wives would stay calm when she explained their respective conditions. So that patients would be assured, so that they would never be nervous or afraid when she was caring for them.
Tyler very nearly spoke, but settled instead for shaking his muddled head.
"So then you know…" she let her eyes stay focused in the sand as she sifted her fingers through it. "Why I ran, at least."
He took a moment before responding, slowly nodding his head. "I could take a guess…"
"Well I like you, Tyler…I do." She said, looking at him with sincerity. "I'd like you if you were the last man on earth and I'd like you if you were one in a million others. But…well what would you say about a woman who's fallen in love twice and had it end that way? Who just keeps…moving from guy to guy like that?" she had to fight hard to kill the tears on that one.
Tyler considered her gently for a while as he opened his mouth, hoping for the life of him that he wouldn't say the wrong thing. "You know Ana…" he began lightly as he looked back upon the shoreline, then again to her. "Some people never even fall in love once. So…in a way…I'd have to say—even if she didn't want to hear it," he smirked a little. "the woman was lucky. Like me…in a way. Maybe we both just have the wrong kind of luck."
Ana looked at him for a moment, but she quickly put her face down in her hands when she felt the tears again. The wrong kind of luck. Yeah, that summed it up pretty damn well. She wiped away her tears as she felt his arm on her shoulders.
"Hey, hey, I'm sorry, I didn't mean—" he began. She turned as he pulled her into him, one arm coming to rest limply on his side. She felt him wince, but she didn't take much notice of it.
"It's not you, it's…" she managed, stumbling over her thoughts in an attempt to justify herself. Pushing back a little, she looked up to him with the tightening in her throat easing up. "It's just that…you're right."
"Oh." He blinked.
Ana offered a sad sort of smile and studied him. "Damn, I'm…sorry, Tyler…Why is it that I always fall apart around you?"
Tyler paused in thought and caught her willing gaze with his own. "Is that really such a bad thing?" There was silence for the span of time wherein he lifted an unsure hand, brushing a finger under her chin.
She reached up enough to pull him down a little, pushing her lips onto his in a motion that was far less than quick but still seemed somehow sudden. When she broke off from the brief and subtle kiss, she watched him, an unreadable look in her stress-clouded eyes. "…Did you want me to do that?" she muttered, furrowing her brow slightly.
A thousand things ran through Tyler's head, uncertainty and befuddlement for that question stalling him. Was this some kind of weird sarcasm? Before he waited too long, he knew he should answer her, but how? He could give her the usual 'did you want to do it?' safety response and spare himself embarassment, but that seemed cheap and senseless. What did she want him to say? Tell the uncensored truth, ass, didn't that option ever cross your mind? Jesus. It's like talking to a wall here. That voice always seemed so damn pissed about something. "Yes." He answered bluntly.
"Good." Was the only word he was left with before she was kissing him again, his lips parting of their own accord and his hands placed to her neck and side. He was sure he felt her hands curling through his black hair somewhere in the back of his mind, he could only wonder what his own hands were doing. Everything was an offset blur that offered him little coherency in this mess of things. Not that it mattered anymore. It was good not to be able to think.
Her hands were travelling down, fingers pushing into the bruised and battered muscles at his chest where barely bleeding scratches still lay. She allowed her touch to fall a little lower until she made a long stroke over his side. With a stiff grunt, he suddenly jerked up, breaking the ongoing kiss at the contact. "What's wrong?" she asked instantly, her hand freezing. In that insant she scolded herself, asked herself what the hell she was doing, what they were doing. It took a moment more for her to realize that the warmth of blood had settled onto her fingers.
"Just uh…" Tyler panted slightly. Ana was already handling the supposed problem however.
"Uh, t-take off your shirt, let me see." She fought to keep her demanding doctor's tone, but it was difficult when considering the state of things. She'd asked a thousand and one patients to take off their shirt, but she'd never been making out with them beforehand…
He rigidly did as he was told, pulling off his only slightly blood-flecked shirt and letting it drop near him. As he did so, he could feel Ana's hands prodding gingerly over his wounded area. He didn't look at her face in the concern that she might see him blushing, but if he had, he may have seen her doing much the same. "How did this happen?" she asked, drawing out what looked like a small sliver of wood in her fingers. Looks like he'd missed a piece.
"I fell." He said, recoiling from the memory. He hadn't taken the time to remember it before, but it'd hurt like an absolute bitch.
"Why didn't you say anything? This could've gotten infected." She said as she trailed a thumb over the bruise marks around the puncture wound.
"I don't know, I guess I didn't think it was a big deal." He muttered, suppressing a shiver.
"I should clean this up for you…" she withdrew, but he took her by the wrist and stopped her.
"It's fine." He said, eyes slowly meeting hers. "I mean it's pretty much healed up already. Just…" he hesitated as he felt her hand cross the exposed skin of his chest. "Um, just be careful…"
"Okay…" Ana nodded and reached up with her hands on either side of his face, catching his lips again and rubbing her tongue low onto the tip of his. He willingly relinquished control to her, tenatively placing his arms around her form and obliged to follow any guide she saw to give him. He'd done this so many times before, but he couldn't describe how strange it was as her hands stroked delicately over his chest or to feel the heat of another human body on his skin. Maybe he'd just forgotten these kind of things. Her fingers made paths around his cuts, avoiding those that had not healed and feeling the tender skin of those that recently had. He didn't know why she was taking it this far, but he couldn't find it in him to protest. It shocked him to find just how much he wanted it too. His dizziness and uneasy stomach were already slipping away.
His hands instinctively came between them to the hem of her pants, but stopped there, immediately horrified at where he was going. He couldn't do that. She definitely didn't want him to—He paused, almost choking on the kiss as her own hands gripped at his waist and her thumbs delved slightly underneath them. His lower body was reacting how any man's would react in the given scenario, and realizing this, he blushed furiously and turned his head away. "Uh-Ana, I'm, uh…I mean, w-we, what are you…?"
She stopped her movements and swallowed deeply, looking up at him. "I don't know, I…It's…It's hard to feel this way, but I…I still do. Shit, I'm sorry, if you don't feel the same, I-I-" she drew back a second time, but he halted her again.
"No, I was only-" he rubbed the side of his face in a haze, the other hand holding her arm. "I do feel the same way, but…I only want to if it won't…hurt you."
"There's nothing painful about it…" she daringly placed her palm flat against the front of his pants, making him jump. "This is…about you…not…not them." Her voice wavered slightly. He knew that 'them' meant her other lovers, and he felt compelled to say…something. Anything to her. But 'I'm sorry' never was enough. And he was running out of room to think with her hand pressing up against his…er, well, against him. She could undoubtedly feel exactly how hard he was at the moment, and he nervously wondered what she was going to do with that knowledge. "But it depends…" she continued, gently flexing her hand. "Are you okay with me doing this…? With us doing this…?"
"Yeah, I-It's fine…" he managed to get out as he watched her hand go back up to the zipper of his pants.
She smirked slightly and leaned her head against his chest, unzipping his pants and revealing his boxers underneath along with the obvious rising of his arousal. "Then don't be so tense…I know what I'm doing…" her fingers grazed along him and he let out a sharp breath, taking her into another heated kiss. She responded eagerly to his initiative, hooking her fingers into the rim of his pants and jerking them down slightly past his hips. His stomach tightened and he kneaded his hands into her sides, reaching a bit higher up as her back arched to cup just under her breasts.
He was kissing on her neck for a moment when he was suddenly on his back, Ana straddling him and his feet unconsciously kicking off his shoes. Her jacket had somehow been shed and his hands were now unfastening her pants before he realized it, this time not bothering to stop them once noticed. She moved against him in slow and delicate motions, mindful of his injuries but in check to satisfy both their desires. She judged she was doing a good job of it by the mild groan she extracted from him in the process. Whether or not she was doing better, however, was ambiguous as she went down to kiss him again and blocked any further vocal approval. It was at that time she registered his hands undoing her pants and one sliding down into her under garment with an artful move that made her shudder. He'd had experience, that much was pretty clear.
The force of her kiss intensified as he dipped two fingers further downward and touched them against her center, pushing up into her with little resistence. She moaned without the ability to restrain herself, the suddeness of the familiar sensations breaking her hold on him momentarily before she had sealed her lips to his again. It felt like it had been years since she'd done this, when the reality was that it couldn't have been more than a few months. Then again, she rarely had the desire to aside from the few occasions she would catch Michael's eyes. But she was quickly angered by herself at thinking of one man while kissing another. Even if Tyler was no Micheal, she cared for him just the same. How that had happened in such a short time she may never know.
His pace was comfortably slow as he extended and retracted his fingers into her, giving her a taste of his own previous light-headedness and successfully breaking her focus. She was forced to stop thinking for the time being, her senses crippled by each stroke and her hands bracing herself above his shoulders where he lay as she tried to remember how to kiss. She wanted him to continue, to let the warmth of his movements push her over her edge, but sex was a sort of game to her…and right now she was on the losing side. She wouldn't give into him that easy. With a gentle grip, she took his hand and pushed it away, gaining her breath and her mind back a little as she concentrated on another kiss. Tyler kept his hands at her hips as she rose up, pulling her shirt over her head in a quick motion and tossing it aside before shedding her bra as well in a growing heap of clothing. With that, she welcomed him as he sat up, falling into his lap with her legs loosely around his waist and her arms tight around his neck while his hands roamed her body freely.
As his hands began to draw near her thigh, however, she gave him a playful shove that pushed him back a little and she took over. He seemed a little confused at her manner but was suddenly out of arguments as she took hold of his pants and forced them downward, somehow getting them out of the way for her to feel him with her hand. She traced over the curve of his crotch through the fabric before sliding her hand down under the material and taking his erection in her hand. In that movement, the wind seemed to be knocked out of his lungs, suddenly ragged and uneven. Ana chuckled inwardly at her turn in power, enjoying the way he was trying to bite down on another groan rumbling in his stomach as she clenched her fingers just slightly and made a stroke upwards. She liked the feeling. Tyler had been put through such physical pains lately; she felt as though perhaps she could make up for some of it in this way.
Tyler was struggling with the urge to make any sound. After all, if the others came to investigate…that would be an awkward predicament to say the least. But he was blinded and it was getting harder to think, the friction sending thrumming trickles of heat through his thighs and abdomen. He must've made some kind of articulation, because her lips were on his to silence him quickly while the hand that was not working him went to rub his lower stomach in languid motions. He tried to breathe steady while he grabbed her hips and pushed them back a short ways, taking her pants and underwear down to her knees with trembling hands. At this she released him and pulled her arms back around his neck with another small kiss.
Ana kept her arms around him as he crawled forward, ending up underneath him with her back into the sand. "Comfortable…?" he muttered huskily against her lips, making her laugh silently.
"…Naturally…" she responded, feeling the warmth of his body settle between her legs. He cautiously moved forward and led himself into her, a gasp falling from her throat at the quickly remembered feeling of penetration. "Tyler…" she bit her lip and arched to his touch, only allowing quiet moans to escape her in his first few movements. Once he'd established a moderate rythymn, however, she had to keep her face pressed into his shoulder just to ensure she didn't scream.
Tyler didn't consciously think the memories of his past, but somehow his body did. Things fell together the way they always had in this type of situation, and there was something rather comforting about that fact. It made him believe that he was still the same person…Even if it was just for this while. He bowed his head down breathlessly, strands of feathery black obscuring his vision as he made slow rolling thrusts that he himself was not intentionally controlling. It was familiar, but it was new, and it was beginning to remind them both of some very definate and bold-lined differences between themselves and the soulless undead.
Ana moved a short trail of kisses down his jawline before drawing to his lips again, meeting a passionate response as she delicately touched the various cuts on his skin with remorse. She tried to atone for his pain as if it was somehow her doing, gently rubbing his shoulders and stroking his hair as she countered his deepening moans with heavy shudders and cries of her own. She wasn't really sure at that point whether or not she was actually saying anything in words or if she was just yelling out incoherently—his name might have slipped out a few times, but other than that she was oblivious. When his pace made a sudden increase, she accidentally released a yelp that she knew was too loud.
Tyler hurriedly silenced her with his tongue, feeling a twitch of laughter in his stomach that didn't make it to his throat. "Sorry." came his hissed whisper.
"Don't…ah!" she pulled him down and buried her face into his shoulder again, hoping to stifle herself before she got too out of hand. She was sure she was trying to say something. Don't apologize? Don't stop? Not that it mattered, she didn't want him to do either. She rose her hips to meet his movements again, tears pricking her eyes from the intensity of a maddening roar beginning where he met her.
He groaned inwardly, sending a rippling pluse between them as she clenched her inner muscles onto him and brought him much closer to release than he expected. "A-Ana, nn…I…" he ground out, helpless against the tender kisses she placed along his neck.
She bucked up against him involuntarily, tasting a hot slice of pleasing vibrations coiling into the pit of her stomach before her orgasm hit her with an intensity that felt surely strong enough to kill her. It was in that moment everything in her mind went into a complete inward collapse. She forgot where she was, her situation, how bad things were looking. The only thing she could vaguely grasp at was the incredible sensation pinning her down and mercilessly crashing against her while she jerked and whimpered underneath. She couldn't breathe, but she couldn't stop.
Tyler jumped at the feeling of her nails digging into the back of his neck, her legs squeezing tight against either side of him and her body engulfed in spasms. Without much warning, the muscles of his stomach tightened like a vice grip and threw flashes of hot and cold under his skin, forcing the beginning of ejaculation onto him instantly. He held her hard to him, choking out unrestrained murmurs and moans into her skin while his release went into effect. A blinding white blur shrouded his vision and robbed away ever sense but touch from his nerves, making his own body go into a series of small jitters. Stab after stab eventually eased down, and he sank low onto her when weakness seemed to take over his arms.
Ana blinked against the dizziness in her head and sighed deeply, pulses of heat still snaking through every vein as she tightened her arms around him. He rested his forehead down on her chest and tried to regain his breathing while he rubbed his hands against her sides and hips. She smiled and kissed the top of his head lightly, stroking one hand through his hair. "Are you…always that good?" she whispered, still on the swimming high of a climax.
She could feel a growl of laughter rock slightly against her stomach from him. "Guess…you'll have to wait and see…" he muttered.
She looked over him affectionately and stopped suddenly, biting down on her tongue as a forceful grip of her own laughter threatened to make its way out. Despite her efforts, it won out, and she was quickly laughing at some untold joke.
Tyler looked up hazily, a confused look on his face as he tried to shake the hair out of his face. "What are you laughing at?" he prodded.
"N-nothing, it's just…" she tried to stop, but was unsuccessful.
"What?" Tyler smirked.
"Y-you really do have that tattoo." She confessed, putting a hand over her face as she chuckled madly to herself.
"Ooooh, so you don't think it's manly?" he gently nipped his teeth against her neck.
Ana leaned her head back with a contented breath, vision still unfocused as she closed her eyes. Maybe she would stay out here all night after all.
Author's Note: If you didn't get the title...um...yeah. Just think about it.