[Apocalypse + equally powerful leads + zombies + romance + no golden finger or System]
She tilted her head up and kissed him.
The kiss was forceful.
He kissed her back, one hand gripping the back of her head, the other around her waist as he pulled her against him.
Their clothes rustled, their breathing grew heavier.
She unbuttoned his shirt. When her fingers brushed his skin, he shivered.
“Are we really doing this here?” he asked, his voice a little unsteady.
“Where else?” She looked at him. “Should we wait to die? Or wait until we find somewhere safer? Maybe there isn’t anywhere.”
He said nothing more. He lowered his head and bit her lip, his hand sliding down her back as he pulled off her jacket.
She lifted herself up so he could take off her outerwear.
They fell to the floor between the sofa and the wall. The carpet was hard and dug into them.
She panted, threading her fingers through his hair.
“Don’t stop,”
she said.
He murmured in acknowledgment and continued.
The room filled with nothing but their ragged breathing and the sound of clothes rustling.
The wind still howled outside. A zombie cried out now and then, far away.
They didn’t care.
[Falling in Love During the Apocalypse]
