I wake up gasping, sitting upright so fast that the steel grip I have on the bed is the only thing preventing me from ending up taking a swan dive off the bed. The shock doesn't wear off as I scan the room with my eyes eventually they rest on a small clock and a phone sitting on a table beside my bed. Once I take in the time, four in the morning I let out a breath willing myself to relax.
Once I'm positive that I'm sitting on a bed in my room at the Great Northern Hotel I finally stop shaking so badly though it takes me several minutes before I can be sure that my legs are stable enough to keep my upright once I climb from my bed.
"I'm in my room. How did I get here?" I mumbled as I pull the blankets back, finding that I'm still wearing a sleeveless white shirt and grey pants that stop at my knees. The clothes I'd been using as pajamas since I had first stayed at the hotel . "The last thing I remember I had a bite and I asked Dale to shoot me so I didn't turn." I muttered, pinching my nose. "But if that's true why did I wake up here? I should be dead."
Shaking my head I decided to leave my room and find the one person who might had a clue as to why I was still breathing. As quietly as I can I leave my room, padding down the hall as I read the numbers above the doors. "313,314...oh here it is. Room 315." I whispered to myself, raising my hand to knock only to pause. "It's pretty late. Maybe this can wait until morning." I muttered only to see the doorknob turn and the door opened to reveal Dale who gave me a tiny smile wearing a white shirt
"Thought you would still be up, Megan. I had a dream about you and now here you are." Dale told me, stepping back before he waved me in. Slightly confused I wandered into the room reaching the side of the bed as he closed the door behind us.
"I had a horrible nightmare." I said, lifting up my wrist to reveal a faint bite mark before I swallowed. "But I found this on my wrist after I woke up and I'm starting to think that it wasn't just a dream. That I really started to turn into one of the infected."
"Megan, I remember shooting you in the temple." Dale replied, touching the spot directly between his eyes with his index finger. "As soon as I did that the zombies managed to break into the sheriff's department. Just when they did I woke up here." He pointed out, waving his hand at the bed.
"I woke up in bed as well. Dressed like this." I said, shivering when I realized I was barely dressed. When I wrapped my arms around myself in an effort to get warm Dale softened and I blinked when he set his hand down on my shoulder steering me towards the bed. "But it's your bed." I protested and he gave me a tiny smile, not letting up until I sat on the bed.
"And you're cold, Megan. Besides it's only for one night so I can share my bed." Dale replied, sitting beside me. "I think something happened to us and because the outcome wasn't right we both woke up back in our beds."
"Yeah...I think you're right. Maybe we were supposed to survive but since I ended up bitten and you had to put me down...we woke up in our beds. But if that's the case was it really just a very realistic dream or a living nightmare?" I answered as Dale reached over, digging around until he produced his tape recorder.
"I wouldn't have believed it myself until I found this recording a few minutes after I woke up." Dale explained, rewinding the tape as I stared at the recorder. "Just listen to this." He said, hitting play with his thumb.
"Diane...anyone who can hear this know that Twin Peaks has been lost to the...well zombie doesn't seem completely right. Cannibal virus then that has swept through the town has turned most of the citizens here into what appear to be the living dead. They look like your neighbors or your friends..." There's a slight pause and we can hear the hungry groans of the undead as well as someone swallowing. "Even someone you have begun to care for but they're not human anymore. They want nothing more than to tear you apart and I'm barely holding on. They're massing just outside the sheriff's department and I don't know how much longer we can hold out. Please...if you find this tape know that we tried to contain the virus but we failed."
I hear glass shatter and the hungry groans rise in volume along with screams before the tape ends.
"That's all that I found after I woke up here. I don't why I woke up here though. I checked the date and it's the day you woke up in the hospital after crashing the army truck. Yet you said you woke up in your hotel room. So that means that it's the day before Jim gets scratched and starts the outbreak off." Dale explained, setting the tape down on the table before he turned to me to find that I'd shifted closer to the middle of the bed staring at the wall.
"You're right. I think it's like we're on a rubber band." I told him and Dale raised an eyebrow. "We're at one end and the last few days have made the rubber band stretch until the zombies got in and you shot me to stop me from attacking anyone. Since we all died the rubber band snapped back to the point before the infection took place." I finished, turning back and he gave me a slow smile. "At least that's my theory anyway. It's all I can think of." I admitted with a slight grin.
"That sounds very accurate. Good thinking, Megan." Dale answered and I felt myself smiling at being praised. "The only problem is will anyone else believe us?"
"Thanks for spoiling my good mood, Dale." I grumbled and he chuckled, chewing my lower lip until I had an idea. "We should get everyone at the Twin Peaks Sheriff's Department to listen to the tape. If we both tell them what we witnessed they have to believe at least one of us. Mostly you since you are from the agency."
"Megan, they'll believe you too. They did when you told them about the man in the morgue who had the virus and how to spot anyone infected." Dale insisted and I sighed, not completely convinced until I felt him set a hand on my shoulder. "There's that bite mark too." He added and I looked at my wrist grimacing when I saw the bite mark.
"Two for two, Dale. Still at least it's not infected like last time." I grumbled and he chuckled as I stared at my wrist turning my hand over only to let out a breath when I noticed it wasn't inflamed. "Just looks a little weird with that mark." I muttered not realizing just how close Dale was sitting until I felt his warm breath on my neck and I froze, my eyes widening when his lips brushed my left shoulder. "Dale?"
"I wasn't lying when I said that on the tape, Megan. I wanted to get to know you better but I never had the chance when the virus hit. There were so many things I wanted to say to you but I could never find the right words or even the right time to say them. Even the times I held your hand or tried to comfort you you seemed oblivious." Dale whispered, brushing another warm kiss against my bare skin making me glad I'd chosen a sleeveless top to sleep in. "Now that I have the chance...I want to prove to you that I do care about you and that I'm sorry for not listening to you sooner."
"I have something I need to say to you too, Dale. I'm sorry I was so terrible to you when I first met you at the hospital." I stammered, liking the way his lips traveled my shoulders as I talk. "I was just so upset over what happened to my hometown and the bump on my forehead didn't help." I added and he paused, reaching up his fingers tracing the bump just under my hairline. "Yeah guess it'll take a while for that to go away."
"No need to apologize, Megan. You were in pain and all I could do was question you like you were guilty of some awful crime. But when you hugged me I knew that you cared about me and that you had forgiven me then. I just wish I'd said something sooner instead of waiting until it was far too late." Dale answered, shifting his hand to my shoulder and I tilted my head back as he lightly kissed my throat.
"I could see you shaking whenever I mentioned your home and still I kept pushing you. For that I'm truly sorry, Megan. I'm surprised you didn't try to escape the town when the outbreak took hold." His teeth nibbling send a pleasant warmth through my belly and Dale smiled, nuzzling my neck humming as he does.
"Dale, I couldn't just up and leave everyone to get torn apart by those things. At the time I was so angry but I understand why you did that and I forgive you. You've been the one who trusted me the most and even when I was infected and afraid you tried to comfort me despite the danger. Should have known you liked me when you kept trying to comfort me or when you gave me your jacket after I fell asleep. Especially when you left your hand on mine longer than I thought would have been appropriate for two people who weren't in a relationship." I whispered and he gave me a slow smile leaning in.
"Thank you, Megan." Dale whispered and I opened my mouth, wanting to ask what he meant before his mouth found mine and I found I didn't care. His tongue darted into my mouth exploring and I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, my groans muffled as his tongue brushed mine.
With one arm wrapped around my waist and his other hand pressed against the mattress Dale gently lowered me onto the bed.
I woke up curled against his bare chest and at first I wasn't sure how I had ended up in his bed. Then as I sat rubbing at my eyes I remembered the awful nightmare and I let out a breath not too surprised when Dale sat up. "Morning, Megan." He muttered as I gave him a tiny smile, noting that his fringe is sticking straight up.
"Good morning, Agent Cooper." I whispered, stretching my legs until I realized something and after a quick glance under the sheets I note with two slightly red cheeks that I am missing both my shorts and my underpants. On a much more interesting note Dale's very much naked under the sheet and once he's fully awake he gave me a smile, leaning in and I sigh as his lips brush my left shoulder. "I'm pretty sure that we had sex after you invited me into your room. I am half naked and I didn't start out that way."
"Yes, Megan. I seem to recall a very vivid dream where the two of us spent most of the early morning making love. Judging from the obvious fact I am fully naked and you are only half naked as we were in my dream it may not have been just my imagination. For that I am truly grateful." Dale confirmed and I nod, liking the way his lips brush my right shoulder especially when he gently lifted me up, depositing me onto his lap.
"So we did have sex? When you started kissing my shoulders I should have known that it was leading to all makes sense, Dale." I replied, trying to keep quiet though I find my concentration slipping when he kisses my neck his teeth lightly nibbling as his right hand slid up my shirt. Between his nibbles and his fingers stroking my breasts I find I can't keep still as Dale kisses me, his hips moving in such a way that his crotch grinds against my backside.
This goes on for a few minutes until I finally can't take the growing warmth between my legs and in my belly not to mention the fact I've been feeling Dale's erection brushing against my backside for the last few minutes. When I finally shudder letting out the groan I've been holding in he chuckled, kissing my throat.
"So...you want to have sex with me again?" I managed to gasp out and Dale nodded, brushing a kiss against my jawline and as he works his way up I find that I want to be close to him again. "I'm perfectly alright with that and I can tell you would like that too." I add, arching my backside so that it brushes against Dale's erection forcing a groan from his lips.
"I thought you would be, Megan." Dale panted and I give me a tiny grin tilting my head back as he gave my neck a kiss. After some awkward shifting around I finally face Dale, settling on his lap again the two of us enjoying how close we are. Barely a minute passed before Dale lets out a low breath pressing his forehead against mine.
"I don't know about you, Megan but I can't hold off any longer" He finally admitted and I nod, draping my arms around his neck and he lightly kisses my nose. As gently as he's able Dale reached between us and I groan as he guides himself into me, both of us trembling from the effort of staying still to enjoy being this close without being interrupted. After a minute or so I arch my back and Dale keeping his hands on my hips can't take his eyes off me as I raised myself above him.
Taking a hand from my hips he slides my shirt up exposing the bare flesh of my his warm tongue darts into my belly button I tilt my head back as I let out a low moan burying my fingers into Dale's hair when he begins to slowly thrust into me. At first we take our time exploring each other with our hands and mouths but as I started to breathe faster Dale gripped my backside keeping me steady as he speeds up. After a few more thrusts Dale reached down, tugging my top up and over my head before he licks at my belly, liking the way I gasp when he caught the skin surrounding my belly button lightly sucking as he does.
"Just breathe, Megan." Dale whispered and I crack open my eyes to see him with a faint smile on his lips his face flushed. Then I groan his name as he thrusts deeper sending a jolt of pleasure ripping through me. Once he hears that he doesn't let up until I come hard with a cry, my fingernails digging into his bare back as he grunts beneath me still thrusting into he buried his head on my neck groaning from his own climax. We spend the next few minutes trying to catch our breath as Dale reached across stroking my cheek with his thumb before he kisses me gently.
Leaning in we touch foreheads a faint smile on my lips as he nuzzled my throat, his hands wandering until I feel the resting on my backside. Dale starts to slowly rub circles along my skin his fingers sliding into my backside and when I finally shudder he kissed my throat.
"Megan, I don't want to pressure you but would you like to have sex again?" He asked and I nod, moving until I have my back facing him and he nodded brushing his lips against my shoulders as he wrapped an arm around my stomach and then I'm groaning when I feel him enter me, giving my shoulder a kiss. Holding me he started to move and I buck my hips in time with his, his mouth brushing my shoulders and neck.
This time Dale woke first finding that Megan has draped herself over his chest, now as naked as he is and as he watched her chest rising and falling he notes that she's using him as a pillow. Dale listened to her sigh when he reached out stroking her cheek and he finds that he's content for the first time in days. Sadly his bladder ruins the moment and with an audible sigh he slips out from under Megan, covering her with a blanket before he crossed the room towards the bathroom.