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    Planet Terror: The Sequel

     

    “Hi sweetheart. What are you doing?” Bette wrapped the tall woman in exhausted arms, resting her head against the back of Helena’s neck.

     

    “Bette, there should have been more of those things.” Helena turned in Bette’s arms. “Ew, you’re dirty.” Ignoring Bette’s insulted expression, Helena continued. “Sweetheart, think about it. It’s been three months. That’s three months for those things to follow us, to make their way across the country. They don’t sleep, they don’t need to eat, and they walked straight on until they found what they were looking for. Why weren’t there a thousand of them? Why only 100? And why did I fucking recognize some of them?”

     

    “What’s your point?” Bette moved away, stripping off her sweat soaked tank top and fatigues. She grabbed a towel and poured water onto it to wipe herself down. Helena came over, helping her to remove the streaks of gunpowder (some of which were etched too deeply and would have to work their way out of Bette’s skin) and dust and blood from her skin.

     

    “My point, darling, is that the biohazard may not have spread as far as we thought. We may actually stand a chance.” Helena took another clean towel and wet it as well, running it lovingly over Bette’s body.  Bette’s eyes were closed, though her face was still tense. Helena sat her on the edge of the bed, before Bette opened her eyes and stood up again. She helped Helena with her clothes this time and they washed each other. Did they stand a chance—could Bette celebrate their survival on this night?

     

    Helena leaned over to grab for the ointment they had found in one of the army supply trucks. It was a mint and coconut based oil—gone, apparently, were the days when army brigades used less pleasant methods to deal with their skin afflictions while in combat.

     

    Bette took it from her, ignoring Helena’s protests. She silenced Helena with a kiss and began to work the ointment with her hands, warming it, before rubbing Helena’s leg, her hips and then her belly and breasts. She massaged Helena’s shoulders while they kissed, eyes open, gazing at one another closely. Bette’s hands moved to the back of Helena’s head and she pulled her deeper, enjoying the vibrations of Helena’s moans against her mouth. Bette’s eyes still remained on Helena’s face as she lowered her to the bed. She may be the shy one of the two, she thought, but she still could take the lead in other ways.

    Comments

    1. Hell yeah, you better continue! Just as I fear for S5, you had Jenny come drifing back one way or the other. Oh well, she might be useful as bait. C’mon, Jenny bites so turn around is fair play! While you’re at it, can you make Jodi one of the dead?

    2. itz great az alwayz – i luv it! u definately have to continue – please. oh an im with rufus on the jenny comment – shez so out there sometime it would be hard to tell

    3. You know being away for so long doesn’t seem so bad when i’ve got all this to come back to. Uhave certainly been busy, girl u rock! I’m all up to date with your stories and i am loving them!!! This is definitly an amazing start, i can not wait to read more!! So yes you most definitly have to continue!! Keep up the great work, thanks! :D

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