Zochelle
Title: Untitled
Pairing: Rochelle/Zoey
Rating: R18 (explicit sex)
Notes: I finally forced my boyfriend to write this femslash! Non canon with The Passing of course (when the hell it coming out already. Jeez Valve Time.) Update: Ooh the Passing is coming out next week. Noooo Murphy's law meant they'd pick exam week, I shoulda known.
“Disposables”.
“Seriously?”
“Yeah. They’re great for road trips, camping and the zombie apocalypse apparently”.
There was a moment of silence before Rochelle spoke again.
“Show me”.
*******
Her hand was callused from gripping the guns too tightly. Her knuckles, bruised and bleeding. Every pull of the trigger for the past 3 days were excruciating but Rochelle would never let go.
She was a survivor.
And sometimes, being alive has its perks.
*******
Zoey was lying on her back. Most of her clothes were strewn about the room but her t-shirt had been hastily rolled up into a makeshift pillow. Rochelle kept her pants on, but that was it. She propped herself up by her elbows at Zoey’s feet. To Zoe’s credit, she wasn’t shy.
Rochelle let her left hand journey across the flat expanse of Zoey’s belly. The girl was lean but she wasn’t thin. Her belly was firm and smooth. While her skin was still soft, the seemingly endless days of running since things went to Hell were starting to take its toll. It didn’t matter.
Zoey’s hand reached over and placed Rochelle’s palm just over her navel.
“You’re warm”.
Rochelle responded by beginning a long series of tiny, nibbling kisses up Zoey’s inner thighs. There was a collection of deep purple bruises across both their legs, and somehow Rochelle preferred that to the sickly yellow splotches they would soon become. It meant that they’ve been running. It meant that they were surviving.
It also meant that no one would notice a few new bruises.
Zoey gasped at the sudden force of the bite. The initial feeling of pain and shock quickly gave way to warm, wet and tingling sensations that ran up and down the base of her spine. Rochelle was rough, but she was also feminine. Zoey closed her eyes and reached down to stroke Rochelle’s bare neck and to pull her higher. There was slight resistance at first, but before long the kisses began to make their way up her hips, and closer to…..
*******
It felt like they’ve been running for hours and they probably have. The Infected were everywhere and it seemed that no matter where they went, a Horde was never far behind. Everyone was tired, dirty and damn near exhausted. You can only get so far on adrenalin.
The eight of them stopped a moment to catch their collective breath. Nick was wild eyed and breathing hard. He clutched his pistol and tried to keep the gun up in whatever semblance of the weaver stance he could still manage. Ellis lay spread-eagled on the road, a crazed and almost exhilarated look on his boyish features. As for Bill, well Rochelle didn’t know the old soldier all that well, but she knew he was shaken too. The man stood to the side and tried to hide the shaking of his hands by lighting the stub that used to be a full cigarette.
To their left was a large house stood at the end of the gravel driveway. It had seen better days and it was probably devoid of anything they could call human life. If they were extremely lucky the place would be empty. At worst they’d probably have to gun down the former occupants. Low on ammo or not, it was preferable to waste a few rounds than stay on the road for much longer.
A man ran screaming towards them from a bush at the side of the road. No, not a man. Not anymore. A single shot rang through the air like a peal of thunder and his head exploded in a shower of bone, brains and viscera. Francis lowered his hunting rifle, and had that ‘I’m getting better at this look’ of smug satisfaction.
In the distance, a chorus of growls and screams rose up in response to the sound. The cacophony was getting closer.
It was time to run.
*******
Zoe tasted sweet and salty, almost like something fruity somehow. It was probably due to the canned food they were reduced to eating. What was the saying? You are what you eat. Apparently you taste like what you eat too, and Rochelle giggled at the thought.
The younger girl stiffened at the sound and flushed a bright red.
Rochelle looked up from between Zoey’s legs, her lips and chin glistening with moisture.
“Oh honey, I wasn’t laughing at you. It’s just that….” Rochelle hesitated to continue.
“What? Do I taste bad?”
“No actually.”
She lowered her head again and flicked a tongue lazily into the exposed pink slit. Rochelle spoke the next few words slowly, each word begun with her tongue gliding over Zoey’s red little mound.
“You. Taste. Sweet. Like. Apples.”
By the end of the sentence Zoey had begun to arch her back and pressed her head back into the makeshift pillow. Rochelle knew what she was doing and it was all Zoey could do keep from making more noise than she already was. The pleasure was intense, and it had been so long….
Rochelle placed a hand over Zoey’s slit and parted the engorged skin with her fingers. Now she could taste every sweet drop if she ran her tongue across the entire length of her sex. Zoey made no effort to contain her pleasure anymore and her breathing came in rhythmic gasps. One hand clenched into a fist and with a little difficulty she managed to say,
“Peaches. Canned peaches. Oh god.”
Her free hand ran its fingers through Rochelle’s thick hair and wrapped around the base of her neck, adding more pressure between her legs. In response, a finger pushed into her wet confines. It was quickly joined by another. The pleasure and shock of the entry made her clench tight around the intrusion and Rochelle pulled her fingers out slowly. Zoey could feel every inch as it withdrew and whimpered when she was empty.
“Did you like that?” Rochelle asked.
“Do you have to ask?” came the answer.
Zoey could no longer wait. Her need was building and Rochelle was too much of a tease. She unballed her fist and slid a middle finger inside, her palms pressing against the clit. Zoey was well accustomed to her own needs and immediately dug her finger against the roof of her vagina. Within moments she had found what she had been looking for and the feeling was immediate.
“Girl you’re not used to waiting are you? Well…have you tried this?”
Rochelle added the pleasure of her wet tongue to nearly unbearable mixture of pleasures she was already experiencing, but this time she went lower. Zoey had never known that such a place could have generated the sensations it was now sending across her body. It was too much. Too new.
“Please stop…” she managed to moan weakly before her world simultaneously exploded and collapsed into waves of crippling pleasure….
*******
The house was mercifully empty, as far as they could tell. The group quickly went about securing the doors and windows in pairs. After the task was done, each room was very cautiously cleared one at a time and the sky was getting dark by the time everyone nearly collapsed into living room.
The place was totally deserted.
And it had been looted.
Anything vaguely edible had either been picked clean, stolen, or left to rot on the kitchen floor. It was a mess.
“Fuck” Louis said, echoing the thoughts everyone had in their heads. It meant that someone had to go looking for food.
He buried his face within his palm, took a deep breath, and then wiped the sweat from his brow with the tip of his tie. No one questioned why he would still have it hanging around his neck, but Rochelle supposed that each of them had something they wanted to cling to. A reminder of what life was like before.
A memento mori.
“Alright.” Coach straightened up, his knees popping from the sudden move. He swung the bloodied and notched baseball bat he carried a few times, listening to the sound it made as it cut through the air.
“So who’s goin’?” Ellis asked, clearly looking like he was ready to fall over.
Silence reigned for a moment as everyone searched for some kind of excuse. No one wanted to go.
In the end it was Bill’s voice that broke still air.
“Alright. We should all go. ‘Cept you ladies. You two stayed up on watch duty last night. Get some rest. We ran past a store not too far back. Shouldn’t take long to resupply.”
“Aww man!”, Ellis exclaimed. He didn’t relish the thought of going out again but he headed for the door nonetheless after a light shove from Nick.
“C’mon kiddo. Lets go find you some twinkies or something”, said Nick.
The men took quick stock of what they had and within moments the door swung shut.
Zoey and Rochelle were alone at last.
*******
Before the sensations had even begun to fade away, Zoey wanted more.
“Again”.
“What!? Girl, you’re insatiable.”
Zoey rode the final wave and shuddered. She had never been with another woman before, but she secretly hoped this wouldn’t be the last time.
“I want you again”, she said a little more insistently.
Rochelle gave her a wicked smile in response.
“Bitch, if you want another you’re going to have to do something for me first”, she said playfully.
“Well, there’s a way we could both be satisfied….”, Zoey suggested before rolling over.
It didn’t take long. This time Rochelle lay on her back, taking Zoey’s position. The younger girl’s firm breasts and nipples pressed against Rochelle’s pelvis. With a slow, tantalizing movement Zoey lowered her hips onto Rochelle’s waiting mouth. Her own mouth mirrored the movements she had experienced before, and she suckled lightly on Rochelle’s exposed clit.
She could tell that it was her first time too, despite what she attempted to convey with her body language. Her teeth clamped lightly around the mound and the suction raised it further. With tiny movements the tip of her tongue encircled the trapped flesh.
Rochelle moaned deeply, the sound muffled by wall of sensitive flesh Zoey had presented. The vibrations seemed to ripple across her hips, and it felt even better than before.
The experience was over within minutes. Both women lay spent and satisfied on the hard wooden floor. It was probably for the best. The rest of the group would be back soon. Zoey got up first, and looked over to Rochelle. They both eyed each other for a moment before lips met and they traded taste and scent. Zoey nibbled playfully on Rochelle’s lower lip while the curves of her breasts were gently caressed.
“Guess we should get dressed”, Rochelle said.
“Oh wait, hang on”.
Zoey crawled over Rochelle to her pack, receiving a smack on her rump as she reached over and fumbled around inside.
“Here”.
The plastic package made a light arc as it sailed through the air and landed next to Rochelle.
It was her stash of disposable underwear.
*******