To Denver - (Closed)

The hard travels hadn’t brought them closer and Killian had begun to believe that the brief words between them would stay so. It was not a difficult thought to bear. They had survived the long heat of Nevada, Arizona, and New Mexico with only a handful of conversations between them, productive and simple. He counted himself very fortunate.

She had proven herself to him when they had met, cornered together in California. She had been looting the police station and he had been seeking shelter. They saved one another’s lives, alternating lines of fire without incident or conversation. It was a bond forged for survival and it had held for three months.

Killian stopped as they passed the sign and looked on, the road beneath their feet long abandoned by passage and life. Beyond it lay hundreds of cars, abandoned, rotten and useless in a tangled mess for miles.

WELCOME TO COLORADO!

He kneeled there, drawing his pack to his side. The weight of the rifle, a Blaser, was relieved to his side. Looking to her he shifted briefly, his weight supported in a feral crouch.

"I liked the desert. No worry about any walking corpses." It was the first joke he had made since they had met.






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Name: Killian Carney
Profession: Rancher
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 182 lbs
Hair: Black
Eyes: Green

Colorado. The road traveled had been long each mile calculated with one plan in mind, stay alive.

Sianna stands a few feet back from Killian keeping an eye on their surroundings for anything unseemly or undead. The woman turns her back to her traveling companion but not before flashing him a smile in reward for his joke. "Another few days in the desert and the sun would have cooked us both."

A few steps away from Killian, her hand resting on the hilt of a machete while the sawed-off shot gun is nestled in its holster on her back. There appears to be movement in the trees behind them and the sun was an hour away from setting. "We should get moving -find shelter."

Turning on her heel she didn't wait for Killian as she strides past him their connection formed by the need to survive, but it didn't mean she would risk her life for his.

Finding shelter in a new area is one of the hardest tasks and Sianna finds herself missing the tiny studio shit hole she once called home back in Los Angeles. The string of cars and personal items litter down the street twist a chilling loneliness within the pit of her stomach. She chose to remain with Killian to help keep these feelings from driving her insane and the extra pair of eyes didn't hurt either. Tugging at the strap of the messenger bag slung across her body she relieves a bit of the pressure on her shoulder. If they're lucky they'll run up on a gas station or convenience store that is clear or at least has a small room they can tuck themselves into for the night.

Dragging her steps until Killian is at her side those deep blue eyes glance up at the rugged man and she wonders how long it will be only them, how long will she feel as if they're last two people on earth. At least he wasn't a complete slob, quite the contrary, he was tall and handsome with rough hands and strong build. He'd saved her ass a few times in the last few weeks and vice versa. "Maybe tomorrow we can back track and see if any of these cars are salvageable. I wouldn't mind the break from walking."

Pressing ahead there are a clump of buildings on the horizon and the familiar build of nerves and excitment elevates her pulse. "Hopefully we can sneak in quitely or at the very least not attract too much attention."

"Motorcycles would be a nice addition to our means of travel. Imagine shooting at the undead at 50?" A light laugh follows as she follows him towards the two-story building.

As they approach the rundown brick building Sianna can feel the weariness behind the constant need to stay alert. Reaching over her head she pulls free the sawed-off shot gun and grasp it with both hands, ready to cock and fire. "2nd floor, corner room next to window, I think I noticed a fire escape on our approach."

Taking several deep breaths Sianna stands to the side of the entrance and into the lobby they both go with their weapons drawn. Knowing he has her back without even asking she walks up the stairs and takes each step carefully until they reach the 2nd floor. Edging around the corner she pauses, looks both ways down the hall and then steps out in the open. The building is suspicously clear, but at this point of the infection or whatever was changing people might run its course in this area. When she reaches the end of the hall she peaks out the window and notes the fire escape scaling the side of the building. Turning to Killian she nods to the door on her right, "After you, handsome."

The room is not only clear, but clean, what luck! Shimming past Killian Sianna moves to the right side of the bed and in the back corner rests the shot gun up against the wall before pulling the satchel's strap up over her head and resting the bag on the ground, it feels good not to carry the extra weight. "I hope you don't mind if I make myself comfortable."

She didn't wait for an answer as she kicks off her sneakers and unfastens her belt, in short order Sianna is wiggling out of the jeans. Tonight she would not sleep fully dressed the room is secure enough that both of them could sleep at the same time though she isn't sure if it is possible to sleep soundly anymore. Dressed in only a t-shirt and panties Sia bends over to rummage through her bag and finds a bottle of water. Dropping onto the bed she leans against the wall and cracks open the bottle drinking down a few mouthfuls before holding it out towards Killian, hoping he will join her the fact they had a room with a rather comfy bed had her mind giving way to a few lustful thoughts. The question is will he be game? She imagines both could use a stress relieving activity. "We scored with this place....not one creepy and a clean room to crash and not while one stands watch."

A half smile curves to her lips at his departing words followed by a perplexed look as the doors shuts had she misinterpreted his wandering gaze? Perhaps her subtle advance was too subtle or maybe, Sia, he’s not interest in more than your partnership of survival. Sighing softly from what felt like a rebuff Sianna scoots off the bed and pulls open her pack. He was a mission for drapes so they would not have to sit in the utter darkness night always brings. Two large candles are pulled from the bag followed by a leather bound journal, she uses as a sketch book, which is tossed to the bed. Reaching for the vest with many pockets she rummages through two before finding a book of matches. When the candles are set on each nightstand she lights them and leaves the matchbook on the side she chose as her own, the left. Taking up her journal she flips to a blank page and begins to sketch the scene from earlier, Killian standing at the base of the “Welcome to Colorado” sign which now laid dented on the ground.

As the pencil scratches over the page she reflects back to life in LA before the outbreak began to change people. She’d been living the cliché life of starving, well half-starved, artist and graphic designer for an advertising agency. The night LA fell she’d been working late in a high rise on the 15th floor, a janitor had tried to make her a late night snack, but as the daughter of a cop and having lived in shitty neighborhood she wasn’t helpless or defenseless. The fight out of the office building had her taking out a few friends though afterwards she reconciled the experience by reminding herself that they were no longer the people she knew.

When the door cracked open once again Sianna looks up with a start then quickly relaxes feeling a little foolish and returns her attention to the task at hand. “Glad to see you didn’t get eaten.” The corner of her lip tugs slightly upward, “It’ll be nice to keep the lights on for a change.”

“Help me get these up.”

“Sure.” She answered, rising.

Killian watched her, his eyes following her legs as they scissored with each easy stride. Without the gear and the shotgun the sway in her hips had become more pronounced, a subtle grace lingering. She had a feline way to her.

“What’s the latest masterpiece?” He asked her, eyes straying briefly to the journal.

She was surprised by the question. “Oh, that?”

“What do you use, pencil?”

“Yeah.”

She shrugged a moment, and then lay a few of the drapes eyeholes onto the existing iron rings. It would be nearly impossible for any light to escape. Killian had been thorough.

“We should get you an artist’s set when we get to the next town. Let me see what you got?”

Curtains hung Sianna stands back to study their handy work for a moment, double checking it would keep them secret and then glances up to Killian, dark blues meeting his for a moment before shifting her gaze to the weathered journal sitting on the bed. “A real artists set would be one more thing to carry. For now I’m happy using a pencil. It’s enough to keep me sane.”

Returning to the bed and scooping up the journal she flips to the page and holds it out to him. “I thought I’d mark our entering the next chapter of our travels.”

He will have to turn the page horizontal and there in a soon to be well detailed drawing is the picture from just an hour ago. “It’s not finished and perhaps one day if we’re lucky enough to find stop moving I might add a bit of color.”

“Thank you.”

She says softly as she takes back the book which has chronicled their last three months, she’d even caught the very first night they’d saved each other’s asses. Flipping through the book she gives him his privacy with whatever it was he was doing. It’s not till there is prolonged silence from his part of the room does she look up from the pages and meet his gaze. In those green eyes she can see the desire and her own craving returns. The silence thickens the sexual tension until he uttered those words, “I want you.”

Before she can utter a single word he stands before her and gathers her shapely frame into his arms, he commands a response to which she stutters, “y..yes.”

Nothing more needed to be voiced; Sianna drops the journal on the floor as her arms wrap around his neck and lips crush to his, hungry and full of passion. The tips of her fingers quickly dig into his thick dark hair as her body molds against his hard frame, the rock hard length of his cock pressed against her stomach, she wraps a leg around his the back of his knee craving to feel the warmth of their naked flesh crushed together.

The strength and aggressiveness awoken in her partner thrills the bad girl in Sianna, who had long ago put the tender feelings of making love aside and embraced the carnal pleasure of crazed sex. Bouncing slightly against the mattress as he tosses her on the bed she is soon pressed into the comforter and not a single item of clothing is removed before their bodies connect. A gasp leaves her lips, the elastic cutting into her tender flesh as he pulls the crotch aside to impale her cunt with his cock. Those deep blues lock with his and she can see the feral need for release this might frighten some, but it only excited Sia to the point of nearly cumming with a few thrusts, a loud moan leaves her lips, but is quickly muffled as she bites her lips. She wasn’t comfortable with the notion of screaming and possibly attracting unwanted attention. It is the need to be stifle those moans which heightens the pleasure. This coming together had been building for months, but neither was willing to let their guard down enough to enjoy a good fuck. Comfortable with their connection to live another day they barely even took the time to know each other, but as sexual creatures this was bound to happen, given enough time. Now that they’ve crossed the line Sianna relaxes beneath him, enjoying the pain and pleasure of their coupling. Gripping his shoulders she arches her back, raising her hips, feeling him penetrate deep within her slick folds and shudders as her muscles tense with the building pleasure of orgasm.

The sex is rough and raw, not an ounce of tenderness, only the carnal need to have that sexual release. Sia trembles and writhes beneath his dominating muscled mass her moans growing more pronounced stern thrust. Breathing rapidly her legs hook around his hips the inner walls of her wet pussy walls sensitive to every movement grip around his cock with each thrust inside.

“Now.”

Her body obeyed his command and pleasure exploded throughout Sianna body, tensing every muscle to the point that she gasps and struggles for breath while her body trembles and then tenses all over again with another wave of pleasure. The feel of his cock hardening and then exploding, shooting his thick cum only heightens the orgasm and for a moment she slips and shrieks but a moment later bites down on her lip and squeezes her eyes shut as the pleasure pulses through her body. The release should have sated the woman, but really it only awaked all those suppressed desires and her body craves more.

Her soft laugh is an agreement to his statement. Reaching down to straight her panties she then shifts on the bed and scoots over, patting the comforter, “After that it would seem silly for you to sleep on the floor.”

She had never wanted to deny him the comfort of a bed, but he’d always offered and she didn’t want to seem ungrateful or throw herself at him. Though they’d not divulged much of themselves into their brief conversations she could see a certain amount of pain and reservation in his eyes so because of this she never pressed a sexual arrangement, until tonight. Still, it had been his call. The signal put out there for him to take and take he did. Tugging at her hair she fans out the long ebony curls on the pillow and stares up at the ceiling. How long had it been? Six months? No, there was that bouncer a month before hell let loose on earth. Closing her eye lids she didn’t want to look at Killian they were partners, not lovers, sex didn’t have to make people lovers, but there is a stirring in Sianna. “I think I’ll add this moment into my sketch journal.” She says with a teasing smile on her lips, but is she really teasing?

"Get me a copy."

The smile that took his lips felt strangely foreign and it struck him that he had not felt so relaxed since their travels began. The candle light danced in the room's dim confines and Killian stripped himself of his shorts, content to take a seat besides his companion on the bed's comforter.

He stretched a hand out and curled his fingers in her hair, long dark strands that slid across his calloused palm and bunched as he tightened a fist in them. She turned her head, a subtle submission, allowing him to pull her lips to his own. The taste of salt and sweet was heavy on her lips, soft pouted lines that embraced his mouth. He felt her tongue and drew away, fingers releasing that bundle of ebon to claim the soft skin at the back of her neck.

"After tonight we probably won't have this safe a sleeping place for a long time." A gentle reminder to her that they would have to suffer long nights without one another soon. His pistol on the nightstand was a subtle reminder that circumstances could rapidly change.

She turns her head at the feel of his weight on the bed her gaze following the lines of his body, the candle light shadowing his muscular lines, a smile touches her lips as his fingers tangle in her hair. Sliding her hand over his chest as their lips meet her tongue slides over his lower lip and just as she begins to ebb closer he pulls away. A moment of confusion forms in a crinkle between her eyes as she looks up at him, wondering why he pulled away, then his words quickly bring reality back to their temporary safe little corner. Pulling away from him, Sianna lays back on the pillow and stares up at the ceiling.

"You're right."

Her thoughts begin to reflect back on the last three months and all they'd been through. The long nights watching each other sleep while keeping an eye out for the undead. A number of close calls had forged a bond between them, a bond of dependence to watch the sun rise and set each day. They may not know many details of each other's past lives but they knew everything about their current lives. Shifting back to her side those deep blue eyes look at him as her fingertips reach out and trace the lines of his chest, his abdomen bring her hand to rest on his side as she moves closer. "It would seem we have a decision to make...we can both sleep soundly and without worry or we could take advantage of the secure room and indulge are sexual desires."

Pressing lightly against his body, her breasts brush against his chest, nipples hard beneath her t-shirt, her lips brush his neck the warmth of her breath caressing his skin as the tip of her nose drags beneath the line of jaw. Breathing heavily she whispers, "It might be weeks...a month before we have another chance to devour each other."

There was no attempt to convince her otherwise, her breasts dragging against the lean muscle of his arm and the square of his shoulder had been more than enough to convince him. Outside the air had changed, cold coming in as autumn began to take hold. A part of him wished to hold up here for a few nights, enjoy a proper rest, a lengthy stay with his sultry companion to explore the freshly discovered element of their partnership.

But they hadn't time. This would be their only night.

"Let me see you." He replied, even as her lips grazed under his jawline. Killian could feel the soft pouts rub along his stubble, a soft kiss soothing coarse and darkly curled hair.

While she rose he watched her, the candle's dim light holding her in a yellowed glow. Her skin was slightly lighter than his own, not quite as bronzed by their long tracks in the sun. She had, somehow, maintained a softness in her hands that had surprised him as they came together. He'd never had imagined. Killian's thoughts provoked him to look to his hands and their state, sand-papered with callouses large and small.

The ranch seemed so distant now that it was almost as though it had never existed at all, as if all he had known was the world as it had become. Of course there had been many events between then and now, many changes that he'd endured. He had met Sia, after all, in a grocery store. The pair had been scavenging before a crowd had thrown themselves at the large windows, breaking their way inside. She'd found him in an aisle and they'd fought their way out together. They had existed in mistrust and silence for many days, growing confident in their abilities but staying mostly strangers. With each challenge they'd come to enjoy one another some.

But he'd come to peace that this night would not come.

Now she rose, her lean legs bare in the candlelight. His eyes tracked her, pale in the darkness, alert and predatory. A hunger stirred in him, a twinge of want rippling through every synapse as she posed herself on those coltish limbs infront of him. The absence of her heat against his side enough to draw him to the bed's edge.

The stubble on his jaw scratches and tickles her nose and lips the feel of his skin a little moist from their coupling only minutes before Sianna breathes in his musky scent, and curls closer to his body hoping to further tempt him while at the same time arousing her own desires. It is a shame they only have this one night she thinks to herself and wonders how long they will have another night.
When he requests to “see her” a smile breaks across her lips and slowly she pulls away those dark blue eyes meeting his for a moment before she pushes to her feet and stands on the bed. Bouncing up and down a couple of times Sianna turns her back to Killian and grips the hem of her t-shirt then glances at him over her shoulder, a couple of curls covering her eyes and then slowly she pulls the shirt up over her head, revealing the sensual line of her back, the candlelight fluttering shadows over her curves.
Turning to face him, a mischievous smile on her lips, she quickly tosses the shirt at Killian’s face a light laugh on her lips. Tiny bounces on the bed she pushes her panties off her hips till they fall around her ankles. Stepping out of one side she kicks them at her partner in crime. The playful side of Sianna showing and perhaps something he had not expected. Raising her arms she strikes a pose, “Here I am. Now what will you do with me?”

He'd yet to see her like this. The world had moved on from the illusion of modesty and yet, always, he'd allowed her the privacy of her own body as they travelled. Outside the world was quiet. They were too far from the city still. They had quiet, they had safety, and he had her.

Sia was sleeker than he'd imagined without her gear on, a slender throat and shoulder line interrupted only by full breasts. Her belly was smooth, her hips rounding gently. She stood infront of him smiling, coy, her panties sailing over his shoulder.

Hs prick gave a lurch of recognition, a twitch of interest as she drew closer. Killian's only answer was to reach out and catch her ankles, pulling them from beneath her until she fell on her backside atop the bed's covers.

"Can't be too rough on you, can I? Don't want to have to carry you for the hike."

The words were a gentle jest, a poke, that hung in the air between them. The only touch he offered her now the stroke of his calloused fingers over her ankle, the sleek line of her calf. The skin beneath his fingers was smooth, gliding beneath his touch. His eyes found her own, pale green finding deep blue. His smile drew slowly to his lips, lingering gently there.