The movies are never right, she thought to herself as she watched the corpses run through the town below. "Aren't they supposed to be slow?"
Her partner chuckled and gave her a sideways glance. "Aren't they supposed to be dead?" he answered sarcastically as he closed one dark blue eye to look through the scope of his sniper rifle.
From the 5th-floor window of the abandoned hotel she admired the speed with which the zombies took down a few unfortunate souls who were unable to escape. A man clad in a business suit went down screaming as they tore their way through his torso. Fifty yards down the street, the upper half of a woman twitched as three of the living dead fed hungrily.
She looked across the room at Sean. "And why do they always have to be so messy? They just bring a whole new meaning to the phrase 'painting the town red.'" The comment elicited another laugh from her partner. She glanced back down to the occurring carnage as she ran her fingers wearily through her short dark hair. "Shouldn't these people know by now to stay off the fucking streets?"
He shrugged his well-muscled shoulders. "When have people ever learned anything quickly?"
After considering his response for a minute, she answered with a simple, "Never."
Three hours later, they made their way up the seven flights of stairs to the level they had fortified into a somewhat secure holdfast. Putting the crossbar in place over the fire escape and only entrance besides the now-stationary elevator, Jade watched Sean cross the hallway to light one of their lanterns. She took a seat on the faded floral-patterned couch by the wall and stretched her slender arms above her head, yawning. Sean sighed and seated himself beside her. She glanced up to see him staring at her with those crazy blue eyes of his. "What?" she asked teasingly, casually reaching over to curl a slender finger around one of his dark locks.
"Oh, nothing. You know how these boring nights get to me."
"You mean, I know how these boring nights make you horny as fuck," she said with a coy grin. He laughed. "Why is it that you guys always have to either be killing something or fucking something?"
He exhaled deeply. "It's just in our nature." He slid his hand up her shoulder and behind her head, taking a firm grip on her hair and pulling playfully. She gasped blissfully. Her lips parted as his tongue found hers. His other arm found its way around her waist, pulling her closer. He broke away just long enough to say "God, I was so lucky to get you as a partner," before smothering her with kisses once again. His mouth moved across her jaw line to her pale neck, caressing her skin with his hungry kisses.
"Couch," she mumbled breathily, "We're still on the couch. Let's go in another room." She cried out happily as he picked her up to carry her into one of the floors many empty bedrooms. Since the power had gone out, none of the electric locks were working so they had the choice of any of the twenty-four rooms on the story.
She noticed that he picked the room that they usually used, 1219, one that was starting to become somewhat of a tradition of theirs. The bed was already unmade and the pillows had been thrown off into corners in one of their many previous romps, leaving the bed ready and waiting for what was to come.
He dropped her onto the mattress and she bounced with delight as he reached down and began removing her boots. She unbuttoned her camouflage-colored vest and tossed it aside as he moved up to begin to get rid of her pants. His hands slid down her slim legs as her pants fell away easily. He kissed his way back up to her hips as she threw her shirt across the room, revealing her small but shapely chest. His hands teased her panty line as she eagerly writhed against his touch, moaning in anticipation. Her panties joined the rest of her clothing on the floor and she stretched out her impressive and now nude form on the bed. After staring at her hungrily for several long moments, Sean proceeded to throw off all his clothes and climb on top of her slender figure.
His member was erect and ready as it nudged against her impatiently. Her fingers guided him to her soaked entrance as his hands roamed her body. He penetrated her in a single fervent thrust and she gasped with the sensation. She moaned against his neck as he panted against hers. His teeth raked her skin as her nails grazed the clenching muscles of his shoulders and arms. She arched her back against him and curled her legs around his undulating body. Her breathing increased as she neared her climax. His skilled fingers descended to stroke her, driving her over the edge. She came violently, clinging to him in desperation. He felt her reaching orgasm and came immediately. As the tingling subsided and numbness washed over her trembling body, she heard him whisper, "I love you." Their breathing slowed as they drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.
She woke with a start, as had become her norm since the dead had stopped dying. Light from the window flooded the room, giving her some kind of an idea what time it was. She cast a glance to her side, mildly hurt to see that he wasn't there. Sighing, she sat up and stretched, then proceeded to gather the wrinkled sheet around her nakedness and make her way to the room that the pair had set up for communications.
"Morning," Sean said as he heard her push the door open, his eyes fixed on the computer screen in front of him.
"You know, you could have woken me up," she said with a slight frown.
"Yeah, but you just looked so peace-," he started as he spin his chair around to face her. His eyes made their journey down her sheet-clad figure then back up to her questioning expression. A lusty grin crossed his face, bringing out the dimples that she liked so much. "Why don't you wear that more often?"
She laughed and crossed the small room to give him a quick kiss and then leaned over to check the monitors. Changing views of the dead and dying in a wash of digital-style green sprawled across the five surveillance screens they had arranged. A sixth computer display showed one of the bi-monthly damage and inventory reports that Sean was currently working on. "Anything happening today?"
"Eh," he shrugged. "Just the usual zombies running around making more zombies. We haven't gotten any word from HQ yet; they must be running a little late or something. No big deal."
She checked the clock in the corner of the screen. "Really? No word? It's almost two, they should've contacted us hours ago." She raised an eyebrow and gave him a puzzled look.
"Nothing to worry about. One of those that days you were out scouting the week before last I didn't hear anything from them until after three."
"Weird." She took a seat in his lap and turned to face him with a smile. "What's on the agenda for today?"
"There are more stiffs than usual over on University and it might be fun to go thin them out a little. What do you think?"
She looked back to the green screens, searching unsuccessfully for a shot of University Boulevard. "How many?"
