My eyes twitched as I stared forward at the wall, trying so fucking hard to ignore the poking in my side. Goggles nail really fucking hurt, especially since he has never clipped them, just let them break off wherever and whenever they wanted to. So some edges were super pointy and the others were dull so they hurt doubly somehow.

"Will you stop it?!" I snap.

Goggle jumped back, scared for his life. Why was I so angry at poor Goggle, who was really just doing his job in making sure the raw wound in my side was functioning properly to pain response? Why was Lizard sulking in the other room? Why was Erica avoiding me at all costs, staying out of my way in this rampage I was found in?

Simple: I was tired of sitting here, and it made me unnaturally violent.

It's been what…three weeks? My wound was healing slower than it should have been, and frankly the look on Big Mama's face when she said that made me worry even more. She was scared for me. I knew that, and that made me fear for my life. Was it infected badly?

I flinched when Goggle started to wrap me up again. "You fine. Can leave the room now."

My eyes lit up in happiness, in delight. I shot my arms into the air, throwing the blanket off of me in the process and jumped out of bed. Barely a dull pain came from my side. So it was just healing slowly, there was no real worry. I smiled triumphantly and ran out the door, straight to Lizards arms. He fell back in his chair, taking me with him and a string of curses flew from his lips.

"The fuck is wrong wit chu?" he spat, pushing me off of him.

I landed on the floor on my butt, laughing like a maniac. "I can leave the bed now! I'm really fucking happy, I want to go out."

He snorted, running a hand through my hair. "Where should we go, to the mall? To the club?" he joked, venom obvious in his voice.

But I knew it wasn't directed at me. It was directed at him. Because if he didn't look like he did he could go out, enjoy life like most men do. He didn't like that he couldn't provide me with the life other men could, normal men.

I reached forward and ran my hand down the side of his face, my fingers pressing onto the bumps and curves of his face. He stared at me, his eyes hard, unreadable. Why did he do this? Why did he act so soft to me, let me inside for one moment, let me crawl around inside of his head, then a moment later shut me out. Shut the whole fucking world out, let himself revert back to his life when he had no mate. It made me sad.

"No, I wouldn't want to go to any of those places even if we had the choice. I meant like let's go out to the desert, go scavenging. I want to go to my truck and get a few things yall didn't get."

He stares at me, analyzing my face like the predator he is. Finally he nods and we stand, me brushing any dirt off of me then finding it useless when I remember the clothes im in.

"Hey, I need to change first. You said you found me a dress right?"

Lizard nods, obviously embarrassed about the little information he graced me with just the other day and held out a hand to me. I took it, feeling tingly when our skin is touching, when we are this close to each other. We push Goggle out of our room and I sit on the bed while Lizard runs into the closet, making no noise as he looks for the dress. I bounce a little and then jump when a flash of red falls beside me.

It's beautiful and short, it would probably fall to my knees, and it's dusty. It's not real bright, but it's beautiful and my heart swells when I look up at Lizard, finding his back to me. He always does that when he's embarrassed for being sweet. It's a cute little tick and I love it.

I stand and start to peel away my clothes, pressing my lips to Lizards jaw when he doesn't look back at me. He purrs low in his throat and it tickles my lips, making me giggle and want more. And boy do I get more.

He turns, his bare hands sliding over my waist and stomach, fingering the bandages around me. He wishes they weren't there, but I'm ok with that. His hands hurt sometimes, like a cats tongue when it licks you. That's what they feel like.

His lips mold with mine the best they can, his tongue swiping over my lip then delving deeper into my mouth and reaching every sensitive spot. I groan, clenching his shirt tightly. I want this, it's been so long it seems. Years, but I know it's only been weeks. His hand reach lower, his fingers digging deep into the flesh of my bare thighs, kneading it. I twitch in his hands, fumbling for his belt. I manage to get him out of his pants, his shirt and pull him to the bed, on top of me. I let him work his magic on my body, let his fingers delve into my core, stroke my spot, make me squirm and see stars all over again.

I started to pant, my body feeling like it was over heating. The back of my neck was on fire and I arched against Lizards chest, feeling like I was falling deep into oblivion. It was a pleasant feeling, one that shot through me in heart stomping intervals. I pressed my face into Lizards neck, screaming out his name over and over again. It was beautiful, my eyes crossed and I let my head fall, still panting his name, not loud enough to cause any uproar in the house.

Lizard smirks above me, bringing his mouth down to mine once more and swiftly plunging himself into me. I screamed into his mouth, wrapping my legs around his waist and digging my fingers into his wild hair. He thrust forward, pushing those beautiful waves over and through me. I pulled away from his mouth, pressing my temple against his and grinding my teeth together as he pushed me up onto the bed. His grunted like the animal he was his hips connecting with mine ruthlessly.

It didn't hurt, in fact it was exactly what I had been craving since I was bedridden for so long.

I gasped out, my eyes going wide as the waves swallowed me again, pushing me into the soft sand and smothering me. Only this time I wasn't alone, Lizard was there, above me, twining our fingers together as we cried each other's name into our opposite's necks.

We fell down from our sexual high, more like floated, our breathing evening out after what seemed like an eternity. He stared into my eyes and I stared into his, a soft smile flittering across my face. I loved him, I loved Lizard. It was a certainty that was stuck in my head and would never go away.

"I love you Lizard." I whispered, closing my eyes and knocking my forehead against his.

"I love ya too." He mumbled into my hair.

I smiled and we untangled ourselves from each other, Lizard helping me shimmy into my dress. I twirled in it, running my hands down my front to smooth out my dress. It was pretty on me and made me blush as I caught Lizard examining my snug curves in it. give me a few minutes in this thing and it won't be so snug. It wasn't flashy or anything, it looked like you would wear it on an average day for errands and everything, but the look in my mates eyes gave me a total different opinion.

I grinned and snatched his sunhat from his head, stuffing it onto my head before I ran out of the house, being followed by Goggle and Erica on my way out. I laughed and threw my hands into the air, my bare feet skimming over the sand and gravel beneath them. I heard Lizard calling my name and almost forgot what it was. No one here used it anymore and I hated thinking I had lost the last bit of myself when I arrived here.

"Dizzy! Slow down!" Erica called out.

I looked back, seeing her holding onto Goggles hand as they tried to keep up with me. Lizard was ahead of them, his breathing not even labored. Fucking mutants and their endurance. I slowed down, my chest heaving when I came to a perfect stand still. Lizard jogged to my side, his pupils dilated to the point where there was none of that beautiful blue I was used to.

"How much longer until we get to the dump?" I asked when Goggle and Erica reached us.

Lizard looked around like Goggle and finally looked back down at me. "Jus' a few more miles. Maybe two."

I nodded and started skipping in the direction he pointed to. I wanted to get to my iPod, my clothes, my old life I managed to pack into that trucks back seat. The good parts anyway. I managed to scrape together a few sentimental items that held no ties to that dark time in my life. I prayed none of them were broken because of the wreck.

"Why are we going to this place anyway?" I heard Erica ask.

I didn't turn around to her. "Because I need to get a few things from my truck that they moved out there." I answered, clamping one hand on top of the sunhat on my head.

The wind picked up violently as we walked, not anything we needed to turn around for, just enough to make me curse. I could see the world falling ahead of us and figured we were there now. I felt the giddiness curling in my belly, making me vibrate as we walked. I started to run again, giggling when I started to slide down the edge of the humongous crate. Lizard and Goggle slid with my ease, Erica not so much. By the time we reached the bottom her hands were scratched up just like her knees. She frowned down at her meager injuries and continued to follow.

"Which one is it?" Erica asked, looking around with her hand above her eyes.

I looked around, chewing on my bottom lip with my teeth. I spotted the old vehicle and cheered, pointing to it. "There! There it is!"

I took off again, hearing everyone groan at having to chase me again. Shit, if they were stuck in a bed for as long as I was they would want to run to. All the fucking time, and they would never want to stop. I skidded to a stop beside the truck, watching it gleam faintly under the coat of dust now layered over it. I threw the doors open, pulling out the three trash bags full of clothes and finally my clear bag of electronics. My iPod and its charger clicked against my camera and I got a wild hair.

"Hey Erica, can you do me a favor?" I asked the young woman.

She linked and nodded hesitantly. "Sure, what is it?"

I smiled and handed her the old Polaroid. "I want a picture with Goggle and Lizard."

After turning to the two men they eyed me warily, but didn't run. Poor bastards. I skipped over to them and wrapped my arms around their necks and pulled them down to my level, grinning until Erica snapped two pictures. When I let them go they sighed, following me to Erica who handed me one picture to fan. I watched the picture slowly develop, smiling at it fondly when I saw their half smile and my wild hair under the floppy sunhat.

"Good! Now let's get the hell out of here and get back to the house!" I ordered, marching towards the road I saw leading into the crater.