Page 25 of Surviving Her

“And now you’re wondering if it might be your ‘thing?’” River interrupted softly, squeezing Eliza’s hand. “Well, I think it is. I think we could really have something worth exploring here. And yeah, the timing sucks. I’m worried to death about my father. You don’t know where your family is and it’s the goddamnapocalypse. But Eliza...I want you around, and I think you might feel the same way. Plus, what have we got to lose?”

Her words seemed to be sinking in, and River watched as Eliza’s posture eased slightly. She leaned in, turning Eliza’s face toward her and capturing her lips in a kiss that was meant to be reassuring. The kiss was soft and tender, but it quickly deepened as their mutual need for each other surged back to the surface.

River could feel Eliza falling into her, her hesitation giving way to the same hunger that had driven them the night before. Every last ounce of fear seemed to dissolve in the heat of the moment, replaced by a raw, undeniable desire that neither of them could ignore.

Eliza’s breath became fast and loud as River’s hands roamed all over her body, exploring every inch of her skin with relish. She pulled Eliza closer, invading her mouth with her soft, wet tongue until their need for each other became desperate. Eliza responded, her fingers growing bolder as River gently pushed her onto her back on the couch.

They moved together with a rhythm that felt both familiar and thrillingly new. River’s lips traveled down Eliza’s neck, tasting the warm saltiness of her skin as Eliza arched into her touch, her body reacting instinctively to the pleasure River was so delighted to be giving her.

Every problem that had been weighing down on River ceased to exist. There was only Eliza—the way she felt beneath her hands, the sound of her breathless gasps, the way their bodies seemed to move together so perfectly. Eliza was all that was good in the world.

“I want to taste you and touch myself. Is that okay? I’m so hungry for you,” River whispered.

“I want that a lot,” Eliza moaned.

With a newfound confidence, River made her way between Eliza’s thighs, removing her panties before sinking her tongueand lips into Eliza’s swollen vulva. Eliza’s reaction was immediate, her body tensing as she gasped. Wetness dripped down her thighs as River deeply licked and kissed her.

“Oh, River! That feels so good. So fucking good,” Eliza moaned.

River tightened her grip on Eliza’s legs and held her steady as she felt the other woman start to buck against her. River’s spare hand slid down between her own thighs, massaging her pulsing clit as her body edged toward a huge climax.

Suddenly, a loud bang caused River to jolt upright.

“Fuck. What was that?” River gasped as she wiped her lips and grabbed the crowbar she kept by their side.

Eliza could barely get herself together, her body still tingling from River’s touch.

River quickly got up and checked the windows. A couple of infected were wandering around the yard.

“Fuck, they’re outside. Stay quiet and let them pass. Your moaning must’ve caught their attention.” River couldn’t help but smirk.

Eliza sat up, quickly dressing herself and regaining her sex-addled mind.

“We should get on the road. We can’t lose more time,” she said softly, remembering the need to help River’s dad.

“As much as I hate to stop touching you, you’re right.” River sorted out her clothes and made sure the walkers had passed. “The walkers have gone now, so let’s get our stuff together and head out. We can continue this later,” she said with a gentle smile on her face.

After gathering up their belongings and scavenging anything they could find in the old farmhouse’s cupboard of medical supplies, they made their way toward the cabin.

“I’ll always remember this place, whatever happens,” said Eliza, taking one last look behind her.

The landscape grew more rugged and the terrain was more challenging, but River felt happy to have found Eliza. Even if the world was fucked right now, something good had come of it. She had one ray of light in the nightmare that was real life.

The day passed in a steady rhythm of walking and resting, the silence between them comfortable and filled with the unspoken understanding that had developed between them. River found herself stealing glances at Eliza, her heart swelling with affection. Eliza was stronger and more capable than she gave herself credit for, but there was a softness to her that River knew only a few had ever really witnessed.

As the sun began to dip toward the horizon, they came across a small clearing where a group of people had set up a makeshift camp. It felt so strange to see other human beings. They’d been walking for hours and only caught a glimpse of the odd hare and a couple of wild ponies.

“Hold up,” River urged, her voice slightly panicked. “We can’t just go barging in. I can see they’re not walkers, but we can’t trust them. Think about it. Everybody is trying to survive and I doubt there are any cops around.”

The group looked weary, their faces drawn with exhaustion. As River and Eliza approached with caution, it became clear that something was terribly wrong—one of the group members was lying on a ragged woolen blanket, her face white and covered in sweat.

Eliza’s instincts kicked in immediately. “River, come on! Hurry! We need to help them,” she said firmly.

River was already moving toward the group. “Okay. Just this once, though. Let’s see what we can do, but we need to keep our wits about us.”

As they reached the camp, a man stepped forward, his eyes filled with desperation. “Hello there. Can you help us? My little sister…she’s sick. Real sick. We don’t know what to do. The world has gone crazy.”

Eliza knelt beside the teenage girl and did her best to assess her condition quickly. Her breathing was labored, and she had a deep gash on her leg that looked infected. Eliza’s heart sank.

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