Cindy held my hands with hers, unravelling the arms around her back and leaning away slightly. She gripped my hands and used them to rub the inside of her thighs, slowly up towards her waist.

I enjoyed this a lot; her skin was so silky smooth that I should probably consider buying fewer beauty products this upcoming Christmas. But, if we survive this catastrophe, I will find new ways to shower her with my love and affection.

My head neared hers; I was getting excited from her display, and she wanted to take advantage of that. She let my hands rest on each of her thighs and raised the fragments of her skirt to reveal her white panties.

With a provoking smirk, there was a sudden slight twinkle in her eyes. There was just enough light in the garage to see the angel that is my beautiful fiancée. She's definitely a keeper.

"We're both alone down here, and I've been missing you an awful lot. Perhaps we can share a quick moment together…?"

I shrugged. "I don't think I have the luxury of time."

"We will make time."

"I shouldn't… but I've missed you too. All those gruelling hours along underground, my only salvation was hoping you were safe."

Cindy smiled. "This might be our last time together… alone and all that..."

Cindy got me there; I was just too easy. Cindy pressed spots on her pussy through her underwear and moaned softly to her work. She slid her panties from her crotch and bared it for me, using her fingers to tease herself. Her lips quivered in the open air; her eyes were closing slightly. She was panting with her tongue out like a dog.

I didn't find that very arousing because it was less cute on others, but it worked to Cindy's advantage. She was always attractive. One swift move, she plunged two fingers between her lips, entering her soft vaginal walls and feeling the warm juices within.

She was moaning and getting wetter between her legs. Pushing her index and middle finger further into her smouldering crotch, they slid in easily inside the hot, slimy wetness of her moist slit. Her knuckle saturated itself with her delicious flavour.

"Gaaaaah," she breathed. "Unnnhhhh! Nff, auuuugh! Scotttttt… I can't do this on my own… Nkuuuu!"

"I have to admit; I'm enjoying the show."

"Nnnaaah, aaahhh! Nnn, aaauugh! Ah, aaahHHH!" A small puddle was forming under her. "Nnnaaah, aaahhh! Nnn, aaauugh! H-Here, it feels fantastic right here… Come on, take me already!"

"What? Right now?"

"Looks like I have to make the first move." Cindy rolled her eyes." Again." She grabbed my tie and pulled me closer to her. I climbed onto the bonnet as she moved back further to fit both of us on. She stretched her back and arms, arms dangling over the edge, but we both fitted well. Big enough to sleep on. "Oh, Scotty, I'm so hot," she breathed, all giggly.

"Under the dim light, you are." I formed a bridge over her, my hands rested by her shoulders, and the knees were just under her thighs. She was wide open to receive me, and I didn't know what to do next. But, come on, Scott; you know all about sex ed.

"Your turn… Take off your coat."

"Oh, okay," I said, admittedly unsure. It felt like weeks since I took off my old lab coat. It was fading anyway, so I threw it over the car's windshield. "So that you know, I'm not totally down with this."

"Just fuck me already!"

I unzipped my grey trousers; I wasn't exactly booming with confidence, I was feeling a tad skittish, public indecency wasn't really my thing. Although, the fact that this could be our last moment alone, I just didn't care. Couldn't pass it up. I love her.

Cindy unbuttoned her striped blouse, and then her white bra seen the light of the mild night and was swiftly undone. Those nipples stiffened on the first contact. Her right hand drifted to her pussy, and her other groped her supple breasts. She moaned wearily.

I almost felt choked up and moved in closer with my cock pressing up close against Cindy's thigh. Then, with the arms back over her shoulders, I pressed onwards into her and thought of our first time to entice me. "Oh… goodness..." She jerked with a sudden shiver trailing up her body and groaned loudly.

It was warm. The inside of Cindy's vaginal walls was a welcoming touch of pleasant times we had alone. Days we were alone at J's Bar, though it was frowned upon, the thrill of doing it at the workplace was a pleasure Cindy was guilty of. I didn't think her manager caught on, thank God. She pulled down her white bra and pulled off her lingerie, and toyed with her stiff nipples. She flickered them first.

"Oooo, my fiancée is inside me," Cindy cooed. I thrust into her; she jerked and squealed." Ooooo, that felt good." She moved her thighs over mine, and with a little strength, I scooted her up closer to me. No more leaning over, I pulled her to me and thrust into her again. It felt… invigorating! The thrill was something else. "Nnnhaaaa! So warm."

"I've… never… nnkkhh! You're gripping me tighter than usual..."

I pumped into her – inch after inch after inch. Deeper and deeper into her with every gyration of my hip. My movements were coordinated and adjusted; for someone of my health… Cindy moaned louder with each stroke. "Fuck yeah! Uhnn! Uhnn!"

"Every time you bring your hips to me, it feels better than the last. A fresh slice of heaven..."

"You're not… even a… religious man," she managed to breathe," that's a lovely compliment..."

"I may not… I may not believe… but it's never too late..." I knew Cindy was a believer; I had Zaac to blame for that; they went to the same church. Damn, I love this community, well, at least I used to.

"Come here," she purred. I leant in for a kiss, a blessed one, one to write home about. A kiss full of euphoria. We kissed and kissed… started to slow down. I withdrew my length from within her and slammed my cock home again and again. "So deep… so… deeeeeeep!"

Damn! Was she deprived or something?

I could hear my skin smack against hers with each sizeable stroke, and beads of sweat dripped from my chest down to my stomach. My burning wounds down there started acting up, burning up quite badly. The cavities were irritating against the bandages. "Please! I want your... fiery little God … To send me to heaven!"

How does one respond to that? "Okay? You and I… are going to make... some miracles." Bad time to mention I was about to pass out. Couldn't breathe as good during. "Cindy… we're switching over; my wounds are acting up."

Cindy breathed quickly. "Yeah, sure." We rolled our bodies over the bonnet, closer to the end, and now she was on top. My back felt much better lying down where she was, and now it was time to ease into her nice and good.

My cock was still inside her warm slit; the walls inside were moist and ready to resume. My wound was sound asleep, almost numb though that didn't stop me from doing my part. This is all for Cindy's pleasure. Everything was for her and our son.

The cowgirl position served its purpose, only on the account I taken a few bullets to the torso some time ago… Not a favourable position though she loved it. Up and down constantly, and soon enough, she was bouncing her body on me, bucking away like a minx.

The juices and sounds of her pussy stretching over my cock were something I never fully noticed. Was I that hung? Guess I do undermine myself in those essential places. Outside every thrust we both breathed, outside every descent, we breathed again, in unison, we never missed the beat of our bodies colliding. I felt a timed urge to explode.

"Ah… M-My mind is… going blank… nnh! Ngaaahh… aaahhh!"

"Don't worry about thinking. Just stay in heaven, my love."

"Haa… hhaaiiiee! Ahh… aagghu! What should… I do?"

"Come closer… down to me..." Cindy moved forward down to me, and her hands were over my shoulders. She was tiring down from the foreplay earlier, and I think it was showing; her breath was so hot. I held her ass handful and kept on going. Her moans outside breathing were more sexualized than before, and I felt like I wasn't the only one about to reach climax. I tickled one of her nipples with the tip of my tongue; it was pretty long, that was a quality she craved. We moved in unison.

"Keep moving… like that..." she breathed. "We'll break into heaven together! Haa… haaaa...aaagghhhu! You're all the way… all the way inside! Fuck! I can't take it… I'm gonna… buuuuurrrrsst!"

"Spread your wings and fly."

"I can't… on my… own. Can't… last much… longer. Cum, damn it! Cum for me!" Gotta focus, or she'll make me lose it too. Down there, she was feeling far too crazy. Her pussy was throbbing. I softly inched her weight back away from me and took hold of her wrists, and carried forth. I thrust in and pulled her down; she bounced to keep balanced. A commendable effort. "Haha! Again! Again!" she cheered loudly. "I'm gonna cooooome! Faster, fasteeeer!"

Dammit, woman, I'm not a horse. "For you… anything..."

"I can't… hold it… Your cock… your divine nectar… Give it to meeeeee! Let it all out inside of meeeeeee!"

What? That didn't sound at all healthy…

So many thoughts were lined up for my brain to wrap around. It could take hours to sort such a long list of thoughts; one at the top would be the question of having another child. Would a second child dampen our love? Or another question would be on her ovulating? So there was a list of thoughts to sort, but those were on a long waiting line and… and…

"HHHIIAAAAAAA!" Fuck it, I'm going to hell when I die anyway.

Hearing her beg for me to climax was enough to spill me over the top, weeks maybe a month of sexual restraint just exploded without my full consent. My body tensed up as I shot everything I had right inside her. Feeling my cock pulsing inside was also more sensation for her body to indulge on. Cindy glimmered in an orgasmic display of tears and joy.

My balls were burning up more than my wounds; I still wasn't done after the first load I emptied into her, there was the second load, and it just dragged on with me tired as an old fuck when it all finished. I was so spent over the limit at this point; I wouldn't mind the receipt.

"Your body is trembling; I can barely move." I breathed heavily." You're gripping me so tight..."

"The warmth… inside me is… coming out..." She wasn't wrong. Something warm was running down my thighs, through my damn trousers. Not sure if it'll stain… Cindy pulled my cock out of her pussy and let it flop. I was so exhausted I could hardly breathe; my arms fell at my sides. Cindy brushed against my shaft with her pussy, grinding it like it was a toy. Her personal toy. I couldn't carry on, so damn tired now.

"My head is spinning," she uttered lightly. "Best lay ever..."

"Oh, goodness gracious... I'm knackered." Cindy fell gingerly on Scott and wrapped her arms around his head, and kissed him on the lips. Their tongues danced with each other. Like a midsummer night's dream under the moonlight.

Scott grabbed his lab coat off the windshield and covered Cindy and himself from the cold air. He checked his watch; there was still plenty of time to be had. A rest was in order. A good nap is vital for a smart man like him anyway. Cindy was already asleep, slept on him like a log.

"I love you, Scott," Cindy whispered.

"I love you too."

Scott raised his right hand in the air and stared at the gold ring on his ring finger. He wondered now and then if everything was worth it. Was he ready for the married life? A new career? Children…? In the end, with the woman of his dreams at his side, nothing could match the feeling of being an independent husband. One she'll love as much as he loves her. Life was good.

Only after an hour later, Scott woke; they were sleeping against the windshield instead of the bonnet. Cindy's bare chest was naked with her admittedly stunning breasts pressing against his left side. His trousers were zipped, his shirt was unbuttoned, and his bandaged wounds have since healed. No more bleeding. Did he dare to recheck his watch?

It wasn't too bad, only half eight in the evening – Monday was slow. He shifted his weight ever so softly off the car, hoping not to wake Cindy. The car jerked once, and she was still in a deep sleep. He sighed and looked at the door he came through, the one to the holding cells. It was a long journey ahead, and Cindy was family. Couldn't leave without at least giving her something to go on.

There were a notepad and a small pencil tucked inside his coat. If he was to leave and get killed, later on, Cindy would have no way of knowing and waste her time wondering. He saved the notes he wrote over the weeks. Mostly old formulas and schematics, ones that don't mean anything to him anymore since Umbrella sold his humanity for a damned profit. Five minutes of scribbling was all he could spare.

"I love you," Cindy murmured, taking a huge whiff of Scott's lab coat. He wore that coat for so long it smelt of his essence, even after a good washing.

"I know."

Scott reached the door to the holding cells and turned his head over his shoulder. He straightened his shirt and left the parking garage, leaving Cindy sound asleep. The despair that befallen her in just days was the worst thing that happened in her young life. Zombies, monsters and deaths of good people. It wouldn't end.

Suddenly, the department's P.A. system came on after a bit of static. The voice is one of the sergeants in the department. A man by the name of Marvin Branagh. The sudden announcement woke her up, almost in tears. She was just shaken.

"Listen up, everyone!" he announced, "Help is on the way! Get to the front lobby!"

Cindy felt a great chill wafting on her chest and legs; they were bare. She cupped her breasts and looked around for her bra and blouse, never remembered chucking them away. They were nowhere to be seen, could both be under the car for all she knew, and there was no time to check.

All she had was Scott's lab coat, and sat on the floor was his handgun. She slid off the bonnet and already knew Scott was gone, and all she had to remember him was the coat over her shoulders. Her high heels were missing too; at least her stockings were intact.

There was a file by the handgun, a small notepad the size of her palm with something written in tiny handwriting. She ignored the Browning and flipped through the pages.

Dear Cindy.

Time is not on my side, my love. As I am writing this, there are bad people after Sherry, and I need to be absolutely sure she isn't back at NEST. If I don't do something, she may very well be lost forever. I refuse to let Umbrella take her away; I cannot let them manipulate her as they did me.

I promise you that if I survive, I will do everything I can to make up for my war crimes. Then, we can get a house with a big garden for Josh to run around in, maybe even a pet for him to play with. Living that dream with you and our son is the only thing that warms this black hole I dare call a heart.

In light of the grim thoughts, I got word that there is another safe zone outside Raccoon City, just beyond the river passing through Pitville Park. There is a pier out there, over a thousand strong in civilian refugees. It's far enough away to be much safer than it is here. To get there, though, that's another story.

The only way I could think of would be the Umbrella Security Service chopper stationed on Main Street. To get there, you might have to go through Saint Michael Clock Tower and then the Umbrella R&D Centre. The streets have changed the last couple of days; there are worse things out there than zombies...

Ask for Linda Baldwin; she's the sympathetic type. If you have to, use my name.

The chopper's reserved for "defectors" – a fancy name for the groups of people deserting Umbrella. Linda should have no reason to turn outsiders away; they're just taking what they can and jumping ship anyway. So just keep your nose down and stick with her; she knows what she's doing.

The R.P.D. are not long for this world; I believe they might not have the numbers or contacts to get you out of the city. So use their help at your own risk. On a side note, please don't worry about me, I have a plan to leave the city myself. I'll be okay. I promise.

Keep your gun close, and be mindful of who you trust. The city can be very unforgiving out there, especially right now...

Doctor Scott Wimbleton Wesker.

Cindy shook her head with a sense of conflict and feel of disappointment. So soon? So soon that he was gone and help was knocking outside. Help was on the way, and Scott just stepped out. There was no time to inquire about Sherry, not when help just arrived. What to do? Leave now and have a chance to evacuate the city, or stick around and look for Sherry?

The safe zone wasn't getting any better, and if she doesn't leave now, she might never. Cindy put her arms into the sleeves of Scott's coat and took a big whiff. It smelt of a mix of elderberries and old spice. Today was her favourite, Diesel.

Cindy wasn't cold anymore, and she fastened the buttons. Running around with her breasts bare would arouse suspicions and other things. She didn't care about her shoes.

A choice was to be made, and Cindy only had a crucial minute to think about it; her mind was buzzing with energy. From all that reading, she had several thoughts crashing into each other. If the pier outside Racoon was legit, she could direct the remaining R.P.D. in that direction; it's not like they would have any better ideas.

Cindy ran to do a quick look-around for Sherry. The girl, the one her fiancée loved as his own. The department was extensive with a couple of levels, but she was always a fast runner. So Kevin and the guys can wait an extra minute for her quick investigation. Worth the peace of mind, at least.