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Planet Terror: The One Where Peggy Babysits
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Bette took a gulp of water, sharing from time to time.
“So…” She said suddenly. “A terrorist might be kidnapping rich people.”
Helena shook her head. “I have no idea. Do you want to try to figure it out tomorrow, or just work on contacting Aikane and get out of here?”
“Option B.” Bette replied. “But we’ll see what the others say…oh dammit…Maybe we should help out…”
“We’ll decide in the morning.” Helena said softly. Bette nodded, reaching up for a kiss.
Helena left her to clean up, and moved to the bed, where she stretched luxuriously along the sheets. She lay perfectly still for a moment, seemed to decide something, and then promptly began to discard her clothing. When Bette came near enough, she helped her out of the confines of her clothes as well.
“Hey…” Bette laughed as Helena pulled her down onto the bed, kissing her neck and nipping at sensitive—and ticklish—skin just above her collarbones.
“No fair.” Bette said, smiling to see Helena’s playful demeanor—her smile as they kissed. “No tickling.” She added, dipping her head down to lick along Helena’s neck, before sinking her teeth in lightly.
“Grrrr…” Helena growled, enjoying the attention before flipping Bette over. “My turn.” She smirked, raking her teeth lightly against Bette’s sensitive neck. She held Bette’s hands down above her head and trailed her lips against the underside of Bette’s breasts. She captured her girlfriend’s already erect nipples between her lips, licking and sucking lightly as they hardened even more. “Hmmmm…” She hummed, enjoying the effect she was having. Her thigh pressed lightly between Bette’s legs—Bette opened her knees further, thrusting her pelvis slightly against Helena’s thigh. Helena lay on her side, allowing her leg to press only lightly against Bette’s warm center, but refusing to give her the satisfaction she craved.
“Please.” Bette said hoarsely. Helena licked the sweat that had broken out upon Bette’s skin, before trailing her hand down through her curls.
“Please…what?” Helena smiled down as Bette bit her lip, trying to arch her back to be closer to Helena’s wandering hand.
Bette silenced her, raising her head to press her lips wetly against Helena’s neck. “What do you want?” Helena asked softly. She groaned as Bette’s sucked lightly just under her ear.
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rofl @ funnyone … anyway … this story is excellent babe! Peggy is sarcastic as always, I’m intrigued, what are they doing with the people down below? where have catherine and dylan gone? and if they were taken, who took them? why is Bette watching ‘what the bleep’? (okay so I *know* the answer to that one) and why oh why does she fancy the woman from it … that’s not a good sign !!!! *wink*
This story is brilliant, especially because I just watched 28 Days Later for like the 500th time last night. So, they’re quarintining (sp?) the infected for what, to study them? See how long it takes for them to die? And how come Jaunty wasn’t quarintined too? Fucking rich people, they always have to do retarded stuff…anyways…good update…pps
My what a wonderful surprisse thought you bailed on us.
So good of you to throw we junkies a bone at long last. I think you’re a benevolent despot to your readers like Peggy is to her pool of infected. They seem to be immune, so there is light at the end of the tunnel. I suppose the rich won’t mind the origin if a cure/vaccination can be found.
You know, reflecting on that last comment, perhaps the sarcasm is a bit heavy. I don’t really think you’re a despot of any kind. However, if YOU reflect on it, the reason I’m a junkie is that I enjoy your writing so much.
Hiya, I normally don’t comment. Im a silent reader, lol. However this story is brilliant. I only started reading last week, but got up to date in like 3 days… and yeah a did kind of read some chapters at work… shhhhhI lover dawn of the dead and them movies, eventho i always get bad dreams somehow. I also got a bad dream after reading your story, which is a good thing, coz it means that your story affects me and interests me…. Don’t worry is nothing to do with your writting, but eberytime i see of one those movies i have a dream/night mare about it… lol. Anyway i love it and keep up the good work. Thanks for taking the time to entertain us talentless (in writing) folk… lol
On further reflection, how come everybody just barges into the bedroom? Don’t any of them know how to knock?
I missed this story! Thanks for taking the time to produce this installment under such challenging circumstances. No worries about the editing; if there was a drop-off in quality, I failed to detect it. I’ve been hugely entertained by this superbly written, multi-layered, and action-packed story from the get-go; it would make a mighty fine TV series. I’m also impressed by your refusal to confine your characters to an attitude of robotic stoicism, which seems to be typical of the genre. Bette’s outburst in this chapter was a perfectly human reaction to an intolerable situation. Finally, your warts-and-all portrayal of Peggy P rocks!