Page 13 of The Last of Love

Lena nodded, her expression serious now. “Thanks. You probably saved us a lot of trouble.”

Fleur met her gaze, her eyes softening as she saw the appreciation in Lena’s eyes. “We’re a team, right?”

Lena smiled, feeling the bond between them deepen. “Yeah. We are.”

They continued walking, the tension from the encounter slowly fading, though Lena couldn’t help but glance over at Fleur with a mix of awe and respect. There was more to her than met the eye, and Lena found herself wanting to discover every layer.

Hours passed, and it was smooth sailing for the most part. The occasional infected rotter to slay. The sun was now sinking low on the horizon, casting a warm, orange glow through the trees. Both Fleur and Lena were feeling the toll of the day’s events, their muscles aching and fatigue setting in after everything they had endured.

“Let’s find a spot to set up camp,” Lena said, her voice tired but steady.

“Sounds great. I need to sit down, and I’m starving,” Fleur replied, rubbing the back of her neck, her stomach growling inagreement. Her mind wandered over the supplies shoved deep down in her rucksack.

They found a secluded area that seemed safe enough, away from the main path and tucked behind a cluster of thick trees. It was quiet, too quiet almost, but they didn’t have many options. As they set up the tent, they avoided lighting a fire. There was no telling who or what might notice the smoke. They didn’t want to attract any dead, or humans either.

Lena grabbed her can trap out of her main rucksack. It consisted of a piece of rope with cans attached which looped around their camp area, an ideal method to alert them of any intruders.

“Today... wow. You really amazed me. I was worried that you’d slow me down, but you saved us out there,” Lena admitted. She wasn’t used to giving compliments so freely, but it felt deserved.

Fleur smiled, a light blush coloring her cheeks. “Well, I did take plenty of biology courses. And although my focus is humans, animals have always piqued my interest.”

“Yeah, well, aren’t we lucky you had that knowledge. I’d be pretty pissed if a boar killed me after years of surviving in this shit show, ” Lena said, giving a small smile.

“It’s not really about luck, though,” Fleur countered, her voice more thoughtful. “It’s about knowing what you’re dealing with. You have knowledge when it comes to surviving and leading people. I have knowledge when it comes to animals and the undead. It’s just applying it when the time comes. Simple!”

“I guess we make a great pair, then,” Lena said, a hint of humor in her voice.

Lena couldn’t help but replay the kiss they had shared the night before, the way it made her feel like the ground had shifted beneath her. The way she yearned for more.

The memory of Fleur’s lips against hers, soft yet commanding, lingered like a fire in her chest. But it wasn’t just the kiss. There was something about the way Fleur had handled the boar, the calm confidence in her movements, the way she had outsmarted the beast with such precision. It was as if Fleur had tapped into some untapped well of strength that Lena hadn’t expected, and it left her completely captivated.

Fleur inched closer to Lena, her breath warm against Lena’s skin. Every inch of space between them disappeared, and Lena’s pulse quickened. Her attraction for Fleur overpowered any last sliver of caution she had, the pull between them like a force of nature. Lena’s body felt like it was on fire despite the evening chill settling in around them.

“Is this okay?” Fleur whispered, her lips hovering just above Lena’s.

Lena’s throat tightened, her voice barely escaping her lips. “It’s great,” she breathed, her voice cracking with anticipation. She couldn’t hold it back.

Fleur pushed her down gently, her mouth pressing against Lena’s with a hunger that sent waves of heat through her. Lena’s arms instinctively wrapped around Fleur, pulling her closer, their bodies flush against each other. Fleur’s thigh slipped between Lena’s legs, and Lena moaned softly at the friction. Their movements were synchronized, natural. Both of them grinding against each other as the desire took over.

Before they could even think, they were ripping each other’s clothes off, fingers fumbling and hands exploring every inch of bare skin they could reach. The feel of Fleur’s body against hers was electrifying. Lena’s breath hitched when Fleur bit her lower lip, sending a thrill through her, and then began kissing and biting her way down Lena’s neck and chest. The cool evening air seemed to disappear in the heat they created.

Lena arched her back, desperate for more, her mind swimming in a haze of want. Fleur’s mouth was everywhere, tasting, licking, and teasing, as if she wanted to savor every moment. Lena’s hands gripped Fleur’s back, her nails digging in slightly as Fleur continued her trail down Lena’s body.

Fleur kissed Lena’s breasts, gently biting her nipples while her hands ran up and down her body, making her way to the top of her waist. Her lips hovered just above where Lena needed them the most, teasing her with soft kisses. Lena couldn’t take it anymore; she was trembling, her need for Fleur so intense it was overwhelming. “I...” Lena gasped, her body aching for Fleur’s touch, her voice a quiet plea.

Fleur didn’t hesitate, her mouth finally meeting Lena’s throbbing clitoris, her tongue moving with slow, deliberate strokes. Lena’s head fell back, eyes fluttering shut as her breath came in shallow gasps. Every flick of Fleur’s tongue sent a wave of pleasure through her body, and Lena’s hips moved instinctively, seeking more. She was lost in the moment, her body completely surrendered to Fleur’s touch. Nothing else existed, just the heat between them, the friction, the sheer electricity of it all.

As Fleur’s fingers slowly pushed deep inside of her, Lena’s world blurred, every sensation amplified. She bit her lip to stifle her moans, her body trembling with each pulse of pleasure, each desperate thrust. The fucking got harder, faster, deeper. But she couldn’t be too loud. She couldn’t attract attention. She could only move her body in time with the motion of each mind-bending thrust.

Just as Lena felt the intense climatic release building within her, she hoisted Fleur up until their faces were inches apart. Their eyes locked, and in that moment, the world around them faded away. She captured Fleur’s lips in a passionate, desperate kiss.

With a surge of energy, Lena shifted their positions, bringing Fleur higher and higher till her thighs were cradling Lena’s face. She held Fleur’s hips firmly, guiding her movements as they found a rhythm together, bodies intertwining. Lena relished the way Fleur felt against her, the softness of her skin igniting a fire within. Fleur leaned into Lena, pressing closer. They were lost in each other, the outside world forgotten.

As the kiss deepened, Fleur’s body responded instinctively, pushing against Lena with a growing urgency. Lena’s hands explored the contours of Fleur’s back, pulling her in tighter. Lena liked the way Fleur tasted. She liked the feeling of Fleur riding her face. Fleur couldn’t control how much weight she was putting on Lena any longer. She was beginning to suffocate her, but Lena didn’t want to stop until she felt Fleur’s body shake. Lena’s left hand shifted from Fleur’s hips and her fingers traced and snaked their way down between Fleur’s legs. She teased her, barely putting them inside her.

“I want you to beg for it,” Lena said breathlessly.

“Please… I want you to fuck me. Fuck me so hard,” Fleur said in between moans. There was a primal quality to Fleur's voice that sent shivers down Lena's spine, awakening a wild, instinctual desire within her. Each word dripped with an enticing allure. Their restraints had come undone.

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