So let's look in on our little love………things, yeah anyway enjoy, and thanks again for the suggestions Souly. Sorry it took so long, not quite good with romance.

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Zoey's POV

Something was wrong, my subconscious desires had taken over and I was unable to resist them, not that I wanted to it's just that I was unable to do things my way. The feel of his hand massaging my breasts was extraordinary, not to mention his fingers delicately playing with my area. I moaned with pleasure as he played with my pleasure pearl, using his fingers to rub and twirl.

"I see you're starting to warm up to me Zoey." Azimov said, kissing my neck. Flipping him around and pushing him to the floor, I pulled his member out. Removing my hand he whispered in my ear, "Not yet love, you first." Moving his head to the center of my chest, he elongated his tongue and started licking me between my legs, each lick causing pleasure to surge through me, building up inside. Azimov pushed his tongue into me and flexed it around, causing me to scream in pleasure, not one of my best moves. Bill and Francis jolted awake and noticed Azimov…on top of me…with his tongue in me and their first thoughts were not to go back to sleep.

"You sonova bitch!" Francis yelled, slamming his shotgun's barrel into the back of Azimov's head and pulling the trigger, splattering his brain matter across my breasts. Azimov's tongue twitched and shrunk back to its original size and he fell forward onto me. The three of us stared at the lifeless body, the only sounds were the sounds of Louis sleeping and oddly enough, snoring.
"Is he…snoring?" Bill asked, looking quizzically at the snoring, partially headless corpse that lay on top of me.
"Um, can I get decent now and all go back to sleep?" I asked, covering myself. Bill and Francis set to work tying Azimov up while I replace my garments and reset my sleeping bag and reluctantly fell asleep.

Azimov's POV

Upon waking up I found myself in chains…wait chains…oh yeah they thought I was raping her, dumb bastards, don't know shit. I thought, with a flick of my wrist I broke the chains.
"Morning." Francis greeted me a wide smile on his face.
"Uh, morning?" I replied a little confused.
"Guess what your stupid little stunt last night brought us." Francis said, pointing to the door, it was blocked on the other side by a large vehicle, the sounds of numerous infected were audible from beyond the vehicle.
"A barrel full of monkeys?" I asked, trying my best to sound hopeful.
"No dumbass a surprise party." Replied Francis, obviously not to happy.

On the roof of the safe house a three figures stood, around the emergency exit on the roof, looked at each other and, breaking it open, jumped down the hatch.

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Sorry it's so short, I don't have much time with mid-terms on the way. Tell me what you think and I'll make it so