Kit looked up into Greg's beautifully sculpted face. Her hand wrapped around her stomach, just under the bandages.
"Hmm…" she muttered thoughtfully.
Greg sat down next to her, silent for a moment. "You're okay?" he asked, a worried expression creasing his perfect face.
"Terrific. Don't worry 'bout me." she smiled. "So what's up?"
"Huh? Just doing some defenses to the house." Greg grinned.
"Like… What?" She growled, a worried look searching the room. Nothing's damaged yet…
"Nothin'. Just some minor stuff." He grunted, expecting a better answer. Kit noticed the look, and gave him just that. She leaned over and kissed him full on the lips. Greg stared wide-eyed for a moment, then leaned into the kiss. His tongue slid into her mouth. Her hands wrapped, one behind his head, one behind his neck.
The two laid curled up together on the couch. Greg was wiping the sweat off his forehead. Kit smiled brightly, her fingers moving all over his bare upper body slowly. "I love you." They said at the same time.
A loud pounding on the door signaled a moment-killer. Kit groped for a shirt or blanket as Greg grappled on a pair of pants. He leapt sadly from the couch, to the door. Kit slunk down on the couch. "Who?" She whispered as he unbolted and opened the door a crack.
"Yeah?" He said gruffly with a glare. His gaze flicked to the gun the man outside was holding. Greg whipped out of the way, slamming the door. "Kit, run." He growled as a bullet smashed through the door and into a glass vase that had been perched precariously on the edge of a table. Said-glass exploded and showered down shards of itself across the room. Kit launched after a few more seconds to the floor.
"Out the back!" She called to him, over the screams of the bullets. Greg sprinted to her side and yanked her to her feet. Kit scrambled after him as they raced to the back door and plunged out of it. Kit though, spun around almost immediately and ran back inside.
"KIT?!" Greg bellowed after her, but stood where he was. After what seemed like eternity, Kit emerged from the chaotic house, carrying clothing for them both. Greg grabbed her angrily by the upper arm and sprinted off into the heavily wooded area they called a backyard.
As they moved, the darker it became, obviously making it harder to see and maneuver. Kit's foot, for that matter, slammed forward and into a large root while she ran to keep up. The jolt and pain sent her catapulting into the air at a horrible speed. Luckily though, she managed to twist and slam down on her side. Her arms immediately came up to her stomach and around her ribs. Greg caught the stomach-grasping for the second time that day. "Are you alright?" He asked calmly.
"Fine, fine." She gasped, scrambling up as best she could. Blood yet again poured from another wound. Her whole side was torn open.
"Yeah, I doubt that." He grinned. Greg hoisted her into his muscular arms. Then he took off across the forest at a peaceful pace.
"I'm fine, really." She repeated after he had walked awhile.
"What's wrong with your stomach then?" He asked, his tone remaining calm.
"It's nothing, jeez." She growled. "Put me down? I can walk."
"Oh well. I can carry you, too." He stated bluntly, calm and almost at the brink of laughing at her need to show strength.
"Oh, so macho." She said sarcastically, will a roll of her eyes. "Where are we going anyways?"
"'Dunno, wherever we come out, I guess." He replied.
"That could be anywhere!" She gasped, pain echoing her voice. She curled up in his arms with a tremble.
"You'll live." Greg laughed finally, puller her against him lightly.
"Well, unless we're going to come out at hotel room… Fuck. Do you have money?"
"No, it's on the counter…"
"Maybe we can go back for it?"
"Yet you say you don't want to be killed." He grinned.
"But we can't get any food or stay anywhere." She cried.
"Oh relax. I know this place like the back of my hand."
"Back of your hand my ass. As if we're safe here."
"Well, I doubt someone'll find us--"
She interrupted, "Great, so if there's a problem, we die."
"No… and we can sleep in the tree house. Plus, there's deer and stuff here." He snarled back.
"Alright, alright." She said, exasperated. "Let's not fight."
"Fine, whatever." He muttered under his breath.
"So, where's this tree house?" She asked with a yawn. "I want to lay down."
"Hellooooooo." He said, motioning to her laying in his arms. "This way." And he started walking again.
After what seemed like hours, Greg shook Kit awake. A structure happened to be looming in the trees. "… Treehouse?! More like mansion!" She yelped, scrambling from his grip with renewed strength. "Did you build this?!"
"Mhm… got a power generator too." With a sly, knowing smile he asked, "Out of curiosity – are you pregnant?"
"Me?" Stuttered Kit, her eyes getting wide. Her paled face showed a grimace as she turned to face him. "I er— erm… yeah."
With an excited nod of his head, Greg shouted "That's great!" Realizing the noise he had made, he lowered his voice to the calm level again. "You're right, we should get inside." He assisted her onto the ladder they had reached. As she started her assent, he followed closely behind.