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“Fuck, you’re a perfect little sheath for my cock, aren’t you Reverie?”

I pant through the blinding waves of pleasure. “Yes.”

“There’s no one else in the world that could fill you up like I do.”

“No.” I moan, my nails dragging a path down his neck. “Fuck I can’t- I can’t come again.”

“You’ll come until I’m done with you, sweetling.”

He uses his leverage on my neck to slam me backwards onto the bed, following me down without so much as missing a beat as he pumps savagely into me. “I own you.”

“Yes, but I owned you first.” It doesn’t quite come out right, but it’s close enough that he must get my point if his satisfied smile is any indication.

My name leaves his mouth in a moan as he ruts into me, his hand still firmly providing me a necklace as he fucks me, when his eyes finally leave mine, his tongue finds the scar on my chest. It fills my unreliable heart just as well as he fills me.

“Your body, your fucking heart, your mind. It’s all mine.”

My breasts heave as he slams into me, his tongue drawing tight circles around my nipple before he sucks it into his mouth making my head spin, “It always was, since that very first night.”

His thrusts become desperate, jerky as my core tightens around him. My body heaved over the edge. So ready to follow him as he erupts inside me. My own orgasm forces a scream from my mouth before his lips slam into mine, swallowing the rest. His thrusts shallow as he rides out the waves of his own climax. When he pulls back, we’re both breathless. When his hand cups the side of my face I can’t help but close my eyes. Fading into him, feeling more content than I ever have, “Then die with me.”

My eyes slam open, meeting blue ones swimming with emotion. “That was always the plan, wasn’t it baby?”

“Yeah… but-“

“But I can’t watch you die of radiation poisoning, Reverie. I can’t bear it. Whatever is left of my mind would-“

“Nathan,” I sniffle, running the tip of my finger over his nose, “I would follow you anywhere.”

His smile is beautiful and sad as he leans in, gently pressing his forehead against mine. I can’t help but wrinkle my nose as his hair tickles my cheeks, “Above help me, I am so in love with you.”

“I love you too.” When I lean in to kiss him it’s soft, the softest we’ve ever shared and I do it until the sadness is gone. I know he blames himself, but he shouldn’t.

“I think I’m the pink peonies.” He whispers, and in any other situation I might’ve laughed at the thought of a towering, undeniably scary mass murder comparing himself to a flower.

“What does that make me?”

“The sun, you’ll always be the sun sweetling.”

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A Beautiful Ending

Gilded Lily by Cults

NathanOneYearandFive Months Later

For the most part dying from radiation poisoning isn't all that bad so far. We're living long enough to watch the world rebuild itself, to watch the vermin from below create cities that shine. Cities built from white stones that are bleached by the sun.

My fist tightens until my knuckles pop as the sound of her coughs grows heavier, more violent. Even with the radiation suppression medication found in the labs beyond the walls, her heart isn’t going to hold out much longer. The thought fills me with so many gut-wrenching emotions at times I wish my mind had never stopped slipping. That there was a place to hide from the way this feels. But I wouldn’t dare miss a second with her. Tonight, my sun is painted in moonlight. She looks fucking beautiful laid out on the sand, her long hair cast around her head like a crown. Her bronze skin is paler now, pallid much like mine is. Our nightly dips in the ocean that fought so hard to claim us are shorter, both of us getting tired far too quickly. Her hands fist the sand at her sides, and even with those beautiful,often tear-filledeyes closed, I know what she’s doing.

Remembering. Savoring it while she can. The same thing I’ve been doing with her, recording every tiny moment. When she brushes her teeth, the way Six makes her laugh. A ridiculous barking sound that doesn’t fit her a bit, but it’s her true laugh, unguarded, and for that reason it’s perfect. He makes her laugh far more than I do. Apparently, he’s funnier than me, the jury is still out on killing him.

I haven’t been sleeping lately, avoiding the mirrors, so I don’t have to see the dark circles under my eyes. I can’t risk it. What if she goes and I’m asleep? The thought of living a single minute on this earth without her sounds far worse than anything I’ve experienced yet. When she woke up this morning, rubbing sleep from her umber colored eyes, I was already there watching. When she rolled over on top of me, urging me to spread her open, we both knew today was different.

Because it’d be the last day.

Six even thinks in another year, a few months if they get lucky they can reverse engineer whatever fucking meds my family Above had been pumping out. Mom never told me why my father was so important up here. Apparently, he was some fucking medical genius. He’d found a cure for almost everything, then hid it all away like he did with his wife and kids.

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