Free Dead Hunger II: The Gem Cardoza Chronicle by Eric A. Shelman Page B

gentle, powerful hands stroking my skin, and I had to consciously stop myself from moaning out loud, effectively sounding a FUCK SESSION ALERT! to our companions.
    I wrapped my legs around him, arched my back and let myself drift away beneath Flex’s touch.  But it was my turn to take control.  I pushed him off of me and onto his back.  I straddled him and sat upright, my hands stroking his chest, his hands sliding slowly up my sides to cup my breasts, his large hands covering them, gently rubbing the sides, then back down my stomach and around to squeeze my ass hard, pulling me against him.
    I lifted up, positioning myself over him, then slid slowly back down, easing him inside.  I closed my eyes, rocking back and forth as I approached the pinnacle, biting my lip as his hips came up to meet me faster and faster, again and again.  As I felt him shudder beneath me, I let go, and we fell together and experienced the thunder of our sexual storm together.
    And then I collapsed on top of him, spent and breathing hard.  His arms held me, stroking my back. No words were necessary.  I have no idea how long our lovemaking session lasted or how long we stayed like that; time seemed to have disappeared.  Finally, my senses restored, I rolled off him and fell back onto the mattress, and we lay side-by-side and held hands.
    Five minutes later I tapped Flex’s chest and he reached over, pulled out two smokes, lit them both and gave me one.
    We lay there smoking in silence.  We flicked our ashes onto Gideon’s bible.  It was not an assault on religion – it was a non-smoking room and it was the only portable thing we could use that wouldn’t catch fire.
    “So … sleep in, then try to find where we’re setting up tomorrow?”
    “That’s the plan.  I feel good about this, Gem.”
    “Me too, baby.  I’m glad Hemp and Charlie found one another, too.  He’s a good guy, and I think she loves him, or she’s getting there.”
    “I get that,” Flex said.  “He’s crazy about her.  I think he was from the moment he saw her.”
    “Okay, finish smoke, pass out.”
    “Got any of that weed on you?” Flex asked.
    “Not on me.  In the car.”
    “Okay,” he said.  “Tomorrow night.”
    “If the mood is right,” I said.  “And we’ve got a feeling of security.”
    “Yeah,” Flex said.  “No stoney-time if zombies are about.  It’s a rule.”
    “Yep.”
    We heard a steady thumping against the wall of Hemp and Charlie’s room.  I smiled and said: “Aw, Flexy.   I wonder if this is their first time.”
    He laughed softly, and I loved the sound of it.  “I bet they pulled a quickie in the lab a time or two.”
    “No!”
    “A guy knows this shit.”
    I snuffed my smoke out on Gideon’s Bible and so did Flex.  We went down for the count.
    And we didn’t wake up until the morning sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains.
     
    *****
     
    In the morning everyone except the girls were up by daybreak.  We gathered in mine and Flex’s room.
    Hemp and Charlie came out looking refreshed, but a tad self-conscious, and I had to nudge Flex when they weren’t looking.  I don’t have any idea why I thought it was cute.  Maybe because Charlie was cute, and so young-looking.
    After our good mornings, we peeked outside through the curtains and found no dead walkers had ventured to our locale during the night.  I took my Uzi anyway, and Charlie her crossbow, and we went to the trunk of the Crown Vic and carried the cooler full of food from Flex’s house into the room.
    It was mostly boxed juices and granola bars, as well as some pop tarts that Trina and Taylor scarfed down later – nothing that would really sustain us in our current states of anxiety and energy use, but it would get us by until we could get to somewhere we could find some semi-fresh dry or canned foods .
    Not having ice would be a challenge, but with the generators we had, we’d figure out a way to run a small fridge.  We needed to be