Carly*

Carley:

Clementine had returned to her room, finally surrendering to the weight of exhaustion that had been gathering in her eyes since sunset.

Lilly and I remained outside, our forms entangled on the chair like ivy on an old fence post. Her body, usually tense, had melted into a rare calm. 

She breathed slowly, her cheek resting on my shoulder, a strand of dark hair tickling my neck. She had fallen asleep.

The fire had dimmed to its last embers, glowing softly under the coat of white ash. The night was blue, like the deep ocean, the stars were clear like the moon, and my ears had become accustomed to the electric fence's constant buzzing.

Suddenly, the white screen door creaked open.

Madison stepped out slowly, her bare steps quite like an ant's on the porch, her eyes scanning the dark for signs of movement. Her posture was alert, a little fear visible on her face.

"Hey, Wekser," She said quietly, her voice hushed, she had noticed Lilly was sleeping and didn't want to wake her up. "You should get some rest, you don't need to be so hard on yourself," she said, with her motherly tone.

I didn't turn. "Someone has to."

"Not everytime" she muttered, sitting on Clem's chair, "You need to understand, that if you fall, the entire group falls with you," she paused.

"And nothing is going through that fence unless it's flying." She assured, more to herself than to me.

My hand was on Lilly's cheek, caressing it, moving the strand of hair that covered her face. I need them to be able to hold on their own.

I nodded to Madison and stood with ease, lifting Lilly in my arms. She was light, almost fragile, if not for the dormant strength she retained even in her sleep, like a sheathed blade.

Carrying her inside felt like an obligation, something I ought to do, even though I'd never felt that way, I've never carried a moral duty, especially in times like these, yet I felt compelled.

I took her to my room, pushing open the door with my foot, laying her gently onto the bed as she stirred but didn't wake. She sighed as her head hit the pillow, turning to her side with a subtle murmur, as though she knew I'd do this.

The hallway felt colder as I stepped out with no warmth accompanying me. I closed the door quietly behind me. The house was mostly silent now, except for the occasional ticking that came from the clock in the living room.

I was about to go back outside when suddenly my feet took me where I should've gone a few hours ago.

I walked to Carley's room.

There was doubt, but no hesitation in my steps. I knocked once, softly, almost inaudibly. The door quickly opened, not in surprise. Was she waiting?

She stood in the shadow of the darkened room, framed by the candlelight behind her. The sharpness in her eyes, trying to look tough, was betrayed by her messy black hair.

Her lips were parted like she'd been breathing through them for too long, like she had things to say but no one to say them to. Had I neglected her for too long? Ever since the ride from Travelier Motel, we had barely spoken to each other.

Before I could utter a word, her hand gripped my collar and yanked me inside.

There was no gentle start. Her mouth crashed into mine like she was trying to drown herself, kissing with a fury she had never had the gall to display. Not even the dozen kisses we shared in secret in the last month could amount to this.

Our bodies crashed together like opposing tides that couldn't help but become one wave. I quickly pushed the door, but it didn't shut, and before I could fully close it, she pulled me inside, the sound of lips and breath, muffled moans, creeping through the hallway like a whisper.

Our lips stayed glued together, as we twisted and switched sides, I began to walk backward as she continued to push me, and I let it happen.

Her fingers were in my hair, then at my neck, tugging at the collar like she wanted to rip it, her breath became ragged, not from exertion, but restraint—she's still holding back.

There was more said in how her fingers curled into the fabric of my shirt than anything we'd ever exchanged in words in days.

Her pushing and shoving me back finally came to an end when my leg hit the edge of the bed, or so I thought. Her hands pressed against my chest, and I let gravity take me. She followed, knees straddling me before I could speak a word.

Not that I wanted to.

She wasn't gentle, not for the night ahead. She bit my lip enough to make it bleed. This was payback for everything I've done to her, for the silence, for letting Lilly come between us.

Her hands slipped under my shirt, letting her strip me, her mouth trailed to my jaw, then my neck, all teeth and heat.

We shifted on the bed, the candle on the nightstand flickered with each movement, shadows dancing over her bare shoulders as she removed her tee like it had been bothering her for far too long.

The sight of her above me—hair wild, perfect breasts, let free in the dim light, her crawling over me like a huntress with a slender waist and milk white skin, was mesmerizing, almost teasing.

She leaned in again, kissing slower now, her breast resting on me, her perked nipples brushing my chest with every motion.

"You're mine tonight," she whispered in my ear, voice hoarse, "Not hers."

She moved down to my chest—

I moved, getting her under me, switching our position in an instant, I was the one in control now, "I'm no one's to own." I whispered back.

My lips trailed her jaw, moving to her ear, then to her neck. I kissed every inch from her ear to her breast.

I cupped one of her soft breasts with my left hand, it melted, taking the form of my grip, taking the other in my mouth with a hunger no meal could satiate in this apocalypse. Her body shivered as a moan escaped her, her voice reaching the living room, surprising someone who was still awake.

Hnng—!

My other hand trailed down to her folds, her nectar enveloping my finger even before they entered her, Her body shuddered at the sudden stretch of her lower lips.

Mmmh~

Yess—!

I winced as her hand reached my left bicep, and she squeezed hard in ecstasy. The bullet wound reopened as it hadn't healed yet, but I didn't let that stop me.

I began my descent, lips grazing the slope of her stomach, tongue tracing the edge of her naval. Her skin twitched beneath every kiss. She was trembling, now, a striking contrast to the moments before.

Aaahn~

Her thighs parted on instinct as I moved lower. I felt her fingers tighten in my hair, a plea, without words.

I kissed the inside of one thigh, then the other, slow, deliberate. Her slit glistened in the fluttering candlelight, begging for my attention. And I gave it.

My tongue met her fold in a long, deliberate stroke that made her hips jerk, and her head fall back onto the sheets with a muffled cry. I pinned her thighs with my hands to keep her from squirming away. She was soaked with sweet nectar. I licked her again, going deeper this time, slower. Her legs shook against my shoulders.

"Fuc-Hnng—Hah~Wesker," she gasped.

I didn't stop. I buried myself in her, letting her resist against my mouth, my tongue explored every fold, every inch of her dripping cave until her back arched off the bed, her finger clawed at the sheets.

She came hard, thighs squeezing around my head, voice cracking into a breathless sob of pleasure, threatening to reach Madison.

Haaaah~Haaah—!

She spasmed beneath me, and when she collapsed, I finally rose, licking my lips, tasting her on my tongue. Her eyes were watery, her lips parted, missing the wetness from a few moments ago, her cheeks flushed.

But I wasn't done making her mine, not yet. I leaned in, suddenly I felt blood dripping from my arm, I went in for a kiss to distract her, not letting her see it.

I undid my belt as I continued to moisturize her lips. Our eyes were open, staring into each other's, her legs spread, awaiting, hair tangled over her flushed face. Her hand slid down her belly instinctively, wanting more, needing more.

I leaned back, hand guiding my length to tease her soaked entrance, dragging the head through her folds. She gasped again—higher this time.

Mmm~

I stared down at her, hiding the pain from the left hand I was currently leaning on, "You said I was yours tonight," I murmured, pressing the tip inside, making her whimper. "Let's see how long you can keep me here."

And then I pushed it in, slowly at first, remembering Lilly's complaint, I entered her inch by inch, until she gasped, clutching at my sides. Pulling me deeper. Her body was molten, tight, perfect for the cold night.

Aaahn—!

Her legs trembled, and breathless curses escaped her as I started to move, slow and deep. Her hips met mine with every thrust, her desperation for friction, pressure became as clear as the stars in the sky outside.

Hnnn—!

Her moans turned into breathless sobs, her nails dug into my back as I drove into her again and again. We were already disconnected from the rhythm we had previously found ourselves in, and she wasn't complaining.

Yes~

Harder—!

The bed creaked beneath us. As the candle melted, the echoes of our movements, grunts, and moans became louder and louder.

Hnng—!

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