An (Incomplete) Guide to the Zombie Apocalypse: Chapter 15

March 19th, 1999 - 8:00 pm

The feeling of Rachel's lips wrapped around his cock, the sight of her on her knees in front of him with her small hand wrapped around what she can't fit in her mouth, and the sounds she makes while she gives him the best blowjob he's ever had in his entire life all conspire against Tom, and he's on the edge within minutes, faster than he thinks he's come since he was thirteen and first figured out what his dick was for in the first place.

"Fuck, Rachel," he groans, and she hums, loving the way his his hips stutter each time she does. She has her hand wrapped firmly around the base of his cock to keep him from choking her, a lesson learned quickly when she'd run her tongue over his slit and his hips had pushed forward, surprising them both. "I'm close," he warns her, and she pulls off of him slowly, letting her lips linger on the head for several seconds before she speaks.

"I don't have a condom with me," she says, and her voice is hoarse from having his large cock filling up her mouth, her throat. "Otherwise I'd stop so you could fuck me."

Tom grunts and bites his lip, hard, to keep from coming from her words alone.

She is an enigma to him.

One moment she is quiet and soft, gentle with her words and her hands and her understanding compassion, and the next she is on fire, angry, demanding, not backing down from him or anyone else. She is a breathtaking mixture of soft and fierce, and now he is learning that she also has an absoutely filthy mouth, and he loves it.

"So I think you should come in my mouth, and then return the favor," she decides, and Tom nods, unable to form a full sentence.

"That... yes, good," he settles on, and Rachel chuckles before leaning forward and wrapping her lips around him again. He's close, and she knows it, and she uses everything she's learned about him in the last few minutes to make it as good for him as she can. She sucks hard, running her tongue along the slit of his cock, and then takes as much of him in her mouth as she can, swallowing around the head of his cock as it presses in her throat. "Gonna come," he warns her, his fingers gripping the wet strands of her hair tightly, and she hums, one hand splayed on his hip to hold him to the wall. She glances up and meets his gaze as if to say 'so do it' and swallows around him again, her other hand coming up to cup his balls.

It's more than Tom can take, and he explodes, his fingers tangled in her hair and holding her close to him while she swallows compulsively around his length, taking everything he has to give her. She continues to suck and lick at him for several long moments, pulling away right when he's about to tell her he's too sensitive. She lets him slip from her mouth, a trail of his come and her saliva still connecting him to her lips, and he groans again at the sight, gripping her arms tightly and hauling her up so he can press his lips to hers.

He can taste himself in her mouth, mixed with the unique taste of Rachel, and combined it's more than enough for his cock to give a hopeful twitch. He knows he won't be able to get hard again so quickly, but makes a mental note to ask her where the condoms got stashed in the RV.

"My turn," he says, once he feels like he can stay on his feet without collapsing. He pulls his lips from hers, trailing down her jaw and quickly moving toward her breast. They're both still a little chilly, and her nipples are hard, peaked, and begging for him to take them into his mouth. He captures the left one, suckling it gently, while his cold fingers travel to the other, rolling the pebbled nipple between his fingers. Rachel moans at the feeling, at the contrast of Tom's cold hands and the warmth building inside of her, and pushes her chest closer to him, rubbing her thighs together for some friction. Tom grins against her skin, biting her nipple and then soothing the sting with his tongue.

"Please," she whimpers, and Tom turns them around, pressing her up against the wall, before he lets one of his hands travel down her thigh and lift her leg to straddle his waist. She obliges immediately, wrapping both legs around him, and Tom holds her up with one arm while the other travels between her legs, running his fingers through her soaking folds. She hisses at his touch, loving the feeling of his freezing fingers touching the warmest part of her.

"Shh," he whispers, and returns his hot mouth to her breast, circling her nipple with the tip of his tongue before drawing it into his mouth again. "I'll give you what you need."

Rachel nods and then drops her head to his shoulder, biting and sucking at the skin while Tom slowly explores her in a way he hadn't let himself earlier while cleaning her. His fingers run through her wet heat, dipping inside of her briefly before spreading the wetness he finds across her outer lips. She's breathing harshly, and then lets out a low groan when he finds her clit, rolling it between his fingers. The duel sensations of his fingers between her legs and his mouth on her chest are causing her stomach to clench, the pressure beginning to build.

"Tom," she whimpers, and he smiles against her skin. "Please."

Tom gives her what she wants, dipping first one and then two fingers inside of her. He feels his knees grow weak as he caresses the silky skin of her inner walls, feels the way she grips him. He groans, imagining what it'll feel like when he's inside of her for real.

"Tom," she groans, and lets her head thump back against the wall. His fingers are thick, thicker than hers by far, and two of them stretch her just enough to make it sting a little. She loves the feeling, and presses into him, thrusting her pelvis against his fingers to draw them in deeper. "Harder," she requests, and Tom hitches her leg further up his waist, thrusting harder with his fingers as his thumb circles her clit.

"I want to taste you," he groans, but Rachel shakes her head. She wants that, too, but right now she's so close, and if Tom switches from his fingers to his mouth she's going to lose the high she's currently chasing.

"So close, please don't stop," she whimpers, and Tom reluctantly gives in, lets himself enjoy the taste of the warm, clean skin of her neck and chest instead. He will taste her, and soon, but he knows she's close and wants to get her there. Maybe tonight, he thinks. He can press her into their new bed, the door between them and the others, and he can put his face between her legs, make her come just from his lips and teeth and tongue.

He whispers his plan against her skin and his words combined with the feeling of his thumb pressed into her clit and his fingers rubbing perfectly inside of her push her over the edge. She cries out, pressing her face into his neck, biting the skin she finds there to muffle her scream. Tom continues to slowly thrust his fingers in and out, gently, as she comes down. She's trembling around him, panting as she leans back against the wall. Tom gives her several seconds to catch her breath, then pulls his hand away, his fingers caressing her hip as he helps her stand on her own feet. They lean against each other, breathing together for several seconds, before Rachel leans up and kisses him, slow and sweet.

They don't speak; they don't need to.

Tom pulls back and catches her gaze, and smiles at what he sees in her eyes. She's happy, and content, and he can't see anything that makes him think that she regrets what they've just done. He certainly doesn't, and plans on a repeat performance as often as possible.

He kisses her again, just because he can, and when he pulls back they silently help each other get dressed, fingers and lips lingering and caressing.

"That... was awesome," he finally whispers as he presses his lips to her temple. Rachel chuckles, but agrees, and then takes Tom's hand in her own, entwining their fingers and tugging him toward the door.

"Yes, it was," she says, and then, as she unlocks the door and they walk into the sunshine, "I'd definitely like to try it again, maybe tonight. In our bed."

Tom chokes on his own saliva, and Rachel laughs softly as they walk back toward the RV.


March 19th, 1999 - 10:00 pm

Exhaustion hits them like a ton of bricks after they all have dinner and clean up together, and Tom and Rachel end up falling into their new bed together, worn out and wanting nothing more than to sleep.

"This bed is the fucking best," he says, melting into the mattress, and Rachel agrees, making a soft noise of contentment as she crawls toward him, curling into his side and sighing deeply as she lays her head on his chest. The bed is warm, his body is warm, and she feels sleepy and almost like she's floating. It's the safest she's felt since this whole thing began, inside the RV with a locked door between them and the outside, Tex on the roof for the first shift. She feels safe because she knows that she's safe inside and whoever is on watch is safe, too, twelve feet in the air and protected from any surprise attacks.

"Yes," she agrees. "This was such a good idea."

Tom wraps his arms around her, pulling her closer, and buries his face in her hair, nibbling at the skin of her neck as she sighs in pleasure. He's not trying to start anything (as much as he wants to, he knows they're both exhausted) though he thinks that the constant buzz of low grade arousal will just always be there when he's around Rachel. He settles one hand on the small of her back, under her shirt, and loves the warmth of her skin under his hands, the intimacy of being this close to her.

"Tom," she whispers, and he makes a noise to indicate he's heard her. He can't be bothered to lift his head from her neck, though, loving the way her hair smells like strawberries and vanilla from the shampoo they all share. It smells better on her, he swears, and feels himself drifting as he breathes her in. He loves the way she feels, smaller than him by half a foot and slender, her every curve fitting perfectly against him. "Tom," she says again, and he sighs, pulling back far enough to respond.

"Yes, babe?"

Rachel grins at the endearment, snuggling further into his chest, playing with the wisps of chest hair. It's the first night he's slept without a shirt, and she's already enjoying the privacy the RV affords them. She feels a little bad that they got the bedroom while everyone else is in the main area of the RV, but not bad enough to give it up.

"Do you... " she pauses, and bites her lip. "I keep feeling ... anxious, like something's wrong."

Tom sits up suddenly, and Rachel yelps as she falls to the bed, no longer being held by him. He turns to her, eyes wide, and then props himself over her, his hands on either side of her head. He meets her eyes, and she enjoys the feeling of his body pressing into hers probably more than she should, considering the topic of conversation.

"Yes," he says, and then leans down and kisses her briefly, unable to resist the way she looks spread out underneath him. "I thought it was about the herd last night, but I've been feeling it all day today, too. It just won't... leave me alone, like when I forget something. It's been bugging me."

Rachel nods, glad she's not the only one who's been feeling off; glad, for the hundredth time, that they'd found Tom. Before, she would have kept this to herself, but now she has someone she can talk to, someone she can share the burden of leadership with.

She reaches up and cups his jaw in her hand, brushing her thumb across the smooth skin that he'd freshly shaved just before bed. She likes the stubble, and even the scruffy look of a week's growth, she has to admit, but the feeling of his smooth, hot skin under her palm is her favorite. Though she does wish he'd waited to shave before fulfilling his promise to go down on her. Imagining the feel of his stubble between her legs makes her bite her lip and rub her thighs together. Tom notices and raises an eyebrow, and the serious conversation they'd been having moment before suddenly seems much less important.

"What were you saying?" she asks, and Tom chuckles, kissing her cheek before capturing her lips.

"We've both been having a weird feeling," he sums up. "Which is a conversation I think we can table for later. For right now, I'd like to explore whatever thought just put that look in your eyes."

"Can't tonight, I'm afraid," Rachel gasps, and Tom pouts, kissing her again to try and convince her. "Much as I'd like to. You shaved."

Tom pulls back, confused. Rachel giggles, reaching out to grab his shoulders and pull him back to her. "There's plenty more we can do, but I was thinking about how your stubble would feel between my thighs," she admits, and Tom groans, one of his hands moving to explore beneath her shirt. She'd only worn a t-shirt and panties to bed, and he's grateful now as he reaches up and palms her breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers.

"I promise we'll revisit that soon, but it'll take me at least a day or two to grow enough for that," he admits, and Rachel wiggles beneath him, rubbing up against him through his boxers. He groans, dropping his head to her shoulder, and bites at the warm skin he finds there. He's sucking, drawing blood to the surface, and he knows he's leaving a hickey but he doesn't care. Rachel doesn't seem to mind, either; she's moaning quietly beneath him, her fingers running through his hair.

"Tom," she groans, and then pushes his head back a little so she can meet his eyes. "Don't start something you don't plan on finishing."

"Who says I don't plan on finishing?" he says, and grins widely as he dips back down, kissing her passionately. Rachel lets him, coaxes open his mouth with her own, loving the taste of him, the way he kisses her so deeply, the way it feels a little more dominating than any of her previous relationships. She'd never let any other man take control of her, but with Tom, it feels easy to lay beneath him, let him surround her and cage her with his body. He pulls back, continuing, "I'm suddenly not feeling very tired."

"Me, either," Rachel says, and then sits up. Tom looks confused for a brief moment before she reaches out and digs in one of the drawers beside the bed. She pulls out a condom and holds it up, a grin on her lips, and Tom takes it from her, tossing it on the bed beside them before surging up and capturing Rachel's lips with his own again.

"I've been thinking about this since the shower," he admits, and runs both hands up her sides, rucking up her t-shirt and throwing it to the floor as soon as it's free from her body. Rachel arches against him as his lips and fingers find her breasts and lave attention upon them. She reaches for his boxers, tugging at the band and Tom shifts so that she can pull them off. She makes quick work of her panties, and then lays back on the bed, spreading her legs and staring at Tom with her cheeks pink and her eyes glazed.

"Tom," she says, and the way she says his name does things to him. Her accent, the soft lilt, the accent on the 'o'. He never wants her to stop saying his name, and as he leans down and kisses her, his palm landing on her knee and pushing her legs open wider, he realizes that he's maybe fallen harder and faster than he anticipated. He might be in love with her, a little bit.

He is in love with her.

Maybe even more than a little bit.

"Rachel," he groans, and lets his large, calloused hands run up and down her inner thighs, loving the way the soft skin feels under his hands. Rachel's skin is pale, but the skin between her thighs is even paler, white where it's not flushed from his attention. "Can I please go down on you?"

Rachel nods frantically, and Tom smiles, his hands holding her thighs open as he shuffles down the bed. Rachel's watching him through lidded eyes, unable to look away. The sight of his head between her legs makes her moan, her thighs twitching where he's holding them tightly. His thumbs press into the skin, rougher than she's used to, and she loves it, loves the way he's going to leave marks on her.

Tom doesn't hesitate once he's in position. He glances up briefly at Rachel, and then with a feral grin descends upon her. He wraps his lips around her clit and she cries out, immediately shoving her fist into mouth to muffle the noise. They may have privacy, but they are living in a very small RV with four other people.

"Shh," Tom says against her, and she can feel the vibration against her sensitive skin.

Rachel nods, eyes fluttering closed as he sucks her clit again, moving one of his hands from her thigh to press two fingers inside of her. She's soaking wet, and Tom grunts against her. She tastes divine, sweet and a little bitter, and he can't get enough of her, circles his tongue around her clit before his tongue joins his fingers inside of her. He presses in as far as he can go, her taste exploding across his tongue as another gush of wetness leaves her. She moans around her fist, pushing her pelvis into Tom's face, silently asking for more. He obliges, and uses his free hand to run up and down her thigh, a calming motion that does little to keep her from shaking apart beneath him.

"Close," she gasps, and Tom grins against her, pressing his fingers in further as he moves his lips up. He takes the small, sensitive bud of her clitoris between his teeth. He bites, as gently as he can manage, and then presses his tongue to it to take away the sting. It's just what Rachel needs, and she reaches a hand down, tangling in Tom's hair as she shakes apart underneath him.

He presses a gently kiss to her center before pulling his fingers out of her, reaching for the condom and tearing it open. He slides it on his aching cock, sitting back on his knees as he watches Rachel under him. She's still trembling, her hair a mess on the pillow, and Tom reaches up, running his hands gently up and down her sides, brushing his thumbs along the sides of her breasts, letting his fingers dig into the muscles of her shoulders. She calms slowly, her breath evening out, and Tom smiles, leaning down to kiss her.

"Tom," she gasps, and he chuckles against her mouth. "Please, fuck me."

Any amusement Tom was harboring evaporates at her words and he nods, suddenly a little nervous as he looks down at her.

"Do you want to be on top?" he asks, and Rachel shakes her head.

"No, like this. I like being under you," she says, her voice hoarse from containing her cries of pleasure, and Tom nods again, once again reaching for her legs. He grasps them under the knee, helping her plant her feet solidly on the bed before pushing them open. She lets her knees fall to the side, completely open to his eyes. He lets them roam over her for several seconds, and then reaches for himself, lining the head of his cock up with her entrance.

He glances up, eyes flickering to hers, looking for any sign of doubt or uncertainty. He sees none, so he presses forward slowly, dropping his head heavily to Rachel's shoulder as her warmth slowly envelops him. She groans, her eyes fluttering closed as he bottoms out. Rachel grips his bicep tightly, her fingernails biting into his skin, and he pauses, glancing up again to meet her eyes.

"Just a sec," she says, and he nods, breathing deeply to control himself as she adjusts.

"Take all the time you need," he says, and brushes his hands across her stomach, up and down her sides. She breathes in and out deeply for a few moments, and then nods. Tom kisses her softly, slowly, before he pulls out and pushes back in gently. Rachel lets out a gasping breath, and arches up against him.

"God, that feels so good," she moans, and Tom smiles, pushing his face into her shoulder as he picks up the pace a little bit.

He doesn't have the brain capacity to form words; it's taking all of his focus not to come instantly. She's so tight and wet and warm, and it's taking all of his self control not to embarrass himself. Rachel, however, does not seem to have that problem, and is whispering a constant stream of filth in his ear.

"You're so big, Tom, God," she moans, and his hips stutter against hers, thrusting harder than he means to. "So deep. Harder, please, I want to feel you for days."

"Fuck, you gotta stop talking or I'm gonna come," he grunts, and Rachel chuckles, her warm breath gusting over his cheek and ear.

"I'm not far behind you, love," she says, and pushes her hips up to meet him. One of her legs winds around his waist, letting him sink a little deeper. Tom reaches between them, knowing that he needs to get her there now or he's going to come first for the second time in his life, and he refuses to repeat his eighteen-year-old self's failures. Rachel bucks against his hand when he finds her clit, but it's not until he's tracing the shape of her where she's enveloping his cock, dipping his finger in beside his length, that she groans, shaking and coming hard. He follows her immediately, grunting as he thrusts in as hard as he can, holding himself there as he comes and comes.

Tom knows for a fact that they weren't quiet, but he decides he doesn't give a fuck as he slowly pulls out of Rachel. She groans at the loss, reaching out for him, and he chuckles, placating her with a soft kiss as he stands to his feet shakily.

"Just a sec, babe," he says, and he pulls off the condom before tossing it in the trash can across the room. After it's dealt with he flops back on the bed, gathering Rachel into his arms and pulling her against him. Both of them are warm and sweaty, but he doesn't care, arranging her until her back is against his chest and they're as close as they can possibly be.

Rachel presses back into him and tangles their feet together, and as she lets out a soft sigh of happiness, Tom wants to tell her, to share his earlier revelation with her; the words are inside of him, fighting to be released, but he holds them back. It's too soon, he knows it's too soon, but he's certain he's in love with her.

"Goodnight, Rachel," he says instead, and holds her just a little closer.

"Goodnight, love," she responds, and he closes his eyes, relaxed for the first time since he woke up in the hospital. They're safer in the RV than they have ever been, and he knows he can sleep tonight without fear.

They can deal with the unease plaguing them in the morning.