he was
absolutely right to be concerned. It’s hard enough to go out there and kill
horror-show monsters, Nye. If we thought about the fact that those things all started as people, as somebody’s kid or mother or sister or husband, we
wouldn’t be able to do it. It only works if they’re not human.”
“That doesn’t mean there can’t be a third option. Something
new, something that could give us all a way forward!”
“When have people ever leapt at the chance to embrace change
and the unknown?”
Whatever Nye wanted to express got stuck in his throat as
conflicting emotions battled for dominance. His hands ran through his hair
again, grabbing two big hunks as if he might pull his thoughts straight out
that way. Then he growled in frustration, brought his hands down and snatched
Lena up by the waist before she knew what hit her.
His kiss said more than words could have about his anger and
fear. Lena took it, accepted his rage and frustration, his wordless rant about
the way his life was ending. It wasn’t fair, she had to agree.
He carried her to bed and tore at her clothes, ruining
scarce resources as he tried to shove them aside enough to bare her, to get
inside her. Her shirt buttons popped off but the tough fabric and heavy-duty
fastenings of her belt and fatigue pants defeated their efforts to rush things
along.
“Dammit!” he said at last, and let Lena push his shaking
fingers from her belt buckle. She fumbled with it, then yanked it loose with a
cry of relief and started unzipping her pants while he managed to undo his own.
Once he’d freed his cock, Lucas took over again, shoving
Lena’s pants and underwear down to her knees with frantic impatience, then
reaching up to push her bra to her collarbones. Lena’s breasts popped free,
nipples reacting instantly to the cold in the room, the heat in his eyes. He
detoured from his original purpose, crawling over her to set his lips around
one tight bud. When he sucked hard, Lena’s pussy responded with an ache and a
wet rush of need.
Her moan seemed to make Lucas pause, hesitate. He released
her breast and met her eyes, and she couldn’t face the anguish she saw behind
his desire.
Lena didn’t want hesitation. She didn’t want time to think
about the future. She rolled away from Lucas’ gaze and pushed up to her hands
and knees, her bare butt pressing into his chest.
“ Now ,” she insisted.
Lucas didn’t argue, just positioned himself against her. “ Yes. ”
He slid in fast, setting a brutal tempo, his fingers digging
into the skin of Lena’s hips as hard as hers dug into the blanket. Fucking, not
lovemaking, but it was what they both needed, like the desperate animals they
were.
She came almost instantly, sharp and fast, and had just
enough awareness to feel faintly ashamed of how easily she’d wrested pleasure
from Lucas despite the pain she’d seen on his face. Her shame lasted only as
long as Lucas did, which wasn’t long at all.
It was hard and raw and at least one of them cried, but Lena
wasn’t sure who.
* * * * *
Lena understood Watson’s viewpoint, because she understood
the value of doing things for the good of the group. She was used to communal
living, even if her first experience of it had been a dysfunctional example.
Apart from a few brutal weeks of solitude before finding a group of survivors
and then the colony, she’d never had only her own needs to consider. To her,
self-sacrifice was not optional. But Lucas was special, and though she knew she
was biased, Lena thought he was probably special enough to make exceptions for.
“There aren’t so many doctors that we can afford to let one
go if there’s any other way,” she argued to Watson.
To Nye, she reported back, “He’s still talking to people. He
still isn’t saying no. And he wants us to get together the supplies we’ll need,
just in case.”
Things looked less and less bleak at her little chats with
Watson. He started to discuss conditions that
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