“Wordy, wordy, wordy…” Dylan smirked. “Always so wordy!”

Lara sighed and took the baby from Alice. “Alice, honestly, I wouldn’t mind a story if you have one up your sleeve. Otherwise, everyone should just shut the hell up. All this arguing is going to lead to some kind of stupid behavior on someone’s part, at which point our location will be given away and the infected will break in somehow. Now lets just be a little quieter.”

Meanwhile, Helena and Bette were kissing and making up—and then some.

Helena, clothed in nothing but a white tank top and a black silk thong, quickly removed the last of Bette’s clothing, tossing her pants away with a flourish. She stole a quick glance back at the door, and shrugged. The only communications room in a luxury resort hotel on a deserted island had to be reinforced, she reasoned.  Afterall, the place came well equipped with so many important things—black silk thongs being one of many convenient finds. 

Bette lay fully naked, and Helena moved up to lay on her side, her hand moving lightly along Bette’s torso. Bette squirmed, waiting for more, while Helena kissed along her rib cages and across the bottoms of her breasts.  Helena rolled Bette’s nipples lightly between her fingers, pulling and tugging carefully, murmuring her appreciation at the responses she was receiving. She moved on top of Bette, pressing her hip bone gently against Bette’s center, gasping and smiling as she felt Bette’s fingers exploring her ass.  Bette leaned up for a kiss just as she pressed hard against Helena, letting her hands knead and roam freely up and down Helena’s back.

Helena leaned to one side, lowering her lips to Bette’s neck and sucking lightly. She knew she left marks and didn’t care, needing to draw as much of Bette against her as she could. Bette leaned up and looked down as Helena’s hand fluttered against her thighs—her head fell back as Helena’s fingers began to press against her wetness, circling her swelling clit.  

The sight of Helena’s hand moving back and forth between Bette’s legs, Helena’s voice in her ear, her tongue and lips searching for that sensitive place just above her jaw, combined to overwhelm Bette’s senses—to make her feel as though she were being opened wide. When she came, she clung to Helena’s neck, burying her face against Helena’s chest.  She silenced her cry of pleasure, knowing that the monsters outside their door would soon find them, would soon come into the room that protected them.  Helena’s arms around her could barely hide the fact of their ongoing existence in this world of strife and violence. Blood ran beyond the walls outside. Their friends and their daughter, lay in wait, trapped, hoping against hope that these two could find them and save them once again.