Free Enemy Lines by Allie Juliette Mousseau

and hair, and then pulled on the t-shirt and a pair of the woman's clean packed panties over her wet body.
    Noah knocked. "Come on," she responded.
    I brought up different things because I wasn't sure what you'd …" Noah sucked in a breath. "Like most, God you are stunning."
    Rachel loved to hear him say it.
    "You can take your pick," he said trying to recover.
    She chose the turkey stew. "The water is chilly, but it feels good to be clean. Do you want to wash up first and then eat? I'll wait for you."
    "Let's eat now, I'm starving."
    "Okay," He had even found a can opener and utensils. He opened her can first and passed it to her with a spoon, and then his own. When they were finished, Rachel explored the rest of the upstairs, while Noah bathed.
    A pink room, a blue room, and an oversized walk in closet painted yellow. Every room was empty. She peered carefully out the windows. No one and nothing stirred on the streets or around the houses. She thought about the neighborhood filled with children playing whiffle ball on the quiet street, while the dads barbequed on their grills and the mom's chatted with iced tea. It was a good vision - of the way things used to be. Could humanity ever be the same again?
    Back in the hallway something caught her eye. "Noah, are you about done?"
    "Yes, come in." He was still glistening wet from the lack of a towel. He was wearing a pair of the man's too-tight boxers. He had hand washed his own clothes and was wringing them out and hanging them over the curtain rod to dry.
    "I might have found an attic space. Did you see it yet?"
    "No, show me,"
    She led him into the hall and indicated the ceiling above their heads.
    "Oh yeah," Noah said looking up. "It's like a trap door. There has to be a release mechanism somewhere here. Hold the flashlight." He felt over the walls with his hands until he located a divot between the wall and wooden border. "Stand back."
    He slid the lever and the panel opened just a crack. Noah jumped up to reach it. Once his fingers caught, he lowered it down to reveal folding stairs.
    He was totally distracting her with his sharp mind and his cut body in those tight boxers. Rachel blushed. "What do you think is up there?"
    "Only one way to find out," and with that he was up the steps peering around the room with the flashlight.
    "Possible jackpot!"
    "What is it?"
    "Come and see for yourself," he took her hand and brought her up next to him.
    "A motorbike. Could it still work?" She asked doubtfully.
    "I don't see why not. The Sov confiscated all motorized vehicles before the sweep, making it nearly impossible for anyone to get away fast or far enough. My guess - someone savvy hit it up here, but never got the chance to use it. Step back down,"
    With that, Noah picked up the bike in both of his hands causing the muscles of his arms and torso to strain and flex. Rachel thought that she had been distracted before.
    He set the bike on the floor and turned to her.
    She breathed and came up close to him. She glided her hands from his wrists, up his forearms, over his biceps, and onto his neck. He pulled her in close.
    "You want me? Again? Even though we might not die?" Noah asked surprised.
    "Yes. Do you… do you, want - me?"
    "I want you, Rachel. Forever." He pressed his lips hungrily against hers.
    Last night was beautiful, Noah thought. It was so full of powerful emotions. It had been soft and tender - full of tears and gentleness. This was different. She took his hands and brought him into the bedroom. She tugged him to sit on the blanket with his back against the wall. As she has climbed on top of him, straddling his hips, he felt nothing soft or tender. He was full of urgency and she was full of sexual power.
    "You're a goddess," He pulled her against him so he could feel the strain of her breasts under the shirt and his mouth could taste the heat of her neck. "All I could think about when I saw you after your bath was what I wanted to do to you if I could get that t-shirt