End of the World

It was the start of the end of the world and Tina was kissing Jimmy Jr.

She barely registered that he said her name before her lips crashed against his. In that moment it didn't matter that this was the school hallway, that anyone and everyone could be their audience, that this level of PDA was grounds for detention. All that mattered was her, him, their tongues gliding together, his arms sliding around her waist as the shock wore off and he began to reciprocate, her chest pressing into his. It was exactly what she wanted, what she needed, knowing they were doomed and every second counted.

They broke apart panting, Jimmy Jr. looking at her in awe.

"Whoa..."

"Do you think we could go somewhere alone?"

It wasn't part of the plan. There wasn't time. She still had so many people to say goodbye to. And yet she couldn't help herself. She still wanted this, wanted more, wanted him. Wanted all of him and all of her, together. Didn't want to end this life without making that connection. It was the last chance.

School was out and they half-ran back to his place, quickly slipping upstairs to his bedroom. Tina felt a twinge of guilt when she looked over at her family's restaurant, but she shoved it aside. Just this one night, just this one time. His fingers fumbled with the lock while she was on him again, kissing his neck and making him gasp.

It wasn't long before they were tumbling into his bed, still attached, making out, somehow finding their way between the sheets without separating. He was all heavy eyes and messy hair and warm breath. She nodded to him and they began peeling off clothes, revealing themselves, sharing all that was left to share.

He moved into her and time flowed mercifully slow, like honey. In the back of her mind, Tina imagined the aliens would find the two of them like this hundreds of years later, locked together, suspended in amber.

She held him close as he moved above her. Their eyes met and she shivered in delight, starting to move with him. So this was what it was like. Kissing, touching, moaning, sighing. Their own harmony of pleasure. Delicious friction. His thrusts became faster, more insistent, and her legs trembled as she felt her body winding up towards a breaking point.

"J-Jimmy..."

"Oh, god, Tina!"

He suddenly cried out and it set her off too. She clung to him as her muscles clenched, giving her wave after wave of indescribable sensations. When she finally came down, he was looking at her, again with awe, and all she could do was smile.

They kissed tenderly and held each other, the sheets tangled around them. She rested her head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat. Just a few more minutes, she could spare a few more minutes. His fingers traced random patterns on her back, but gradually they stilled. She waited for his breathing to even out before she pulled away, not without difficulty.

There were no more moments to spare, not if she wanted to say all the rest of her farewells, but Tina couldn't stop herself from watching his sleeping form for just a little longer. Her chest swelled from all she felt and all she was losing. There wasn't time to mourn the future they could have had, this night had to be enough. She gathered her things and brushed his hair back from his forehead to give him one last kiss there, before she left to face the end.