Griff Doodle by Miranthia
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Griff Doodle by Miranthia
PA: Griffs story by AmandaRamsey
@Miranthia i finished the cover!! woohoo i hope you like it!!!!!!
Griffs Story wip 2
miranthia have the inking finished, now i just need to color griff. :D
PA Griffs story cover wip
This is for my friend Miranthia. Its a wip comic based off her character Griff from a set of stories we have called project apocalypse.
★ Tragedy Strikes ★
Characters: Carmen Adela, Jovie Griffon, Tod Jacobs, & Vinita Embranthiri
Pairing: Early Garmen
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The hot summer days were slowly beginning to taper off into cooler temperatures as the group continued on their journey north, though as far as they were concerned, fall couldn’t get there fast enough. Sweating your ass off day in and day out wasn’t exactly anyone’s idea of “fun”.
But then again, neither was freezing.
It was midday, a gentle breeze rustling through the trees surrounding them. They had made it into Oklahoma at last, four or five counties over the Texas/Oklahoma border. During one of their scavenging trips through the dense forest, Tod stumbled upon a dilapidated cabin. From the looks of it, it had been abandoned years before the world had gone to shit. While the building did not prove adequate shelter, they decided to make their camp there. If it was forgotten before, chances were it was still forgotten.
That was the ongoing hope anyway.
“Hey, have either of you seen where Griff went?”
“No, but she did go by like ten minutes ago. She said something about ‘foraging for rations in the wilderness,’ and ‘leading a horse to water.’” Tod snorted and shook his head, peeking an eye open to look up at the woman from his makeshift palette. “Whatever that’s supposed to mean.”
Carmen suppressed a grin, her eyes flickering briefly to Vi’s shaking from, the younger woman trying to keep her giggles quiet. “You know how she is Tod; baby girl thinks she’s the ultimate survivor.”
“Yeah, except she can’t tell the difference between-“
“Yes?”
Tod gulped and laughed nervously, sitting up abruptly. “Just kidding Car! Just kidding. I’m sure Pixie is just fine, she’ll be back here before you know it.”
Carmen smiled slightly and nodded, the unease knotting in the pit of her stomach.
She cared a lot more than she was keen to let on about.
However that was a battle that she lost miserably, especially now.
Thirty minutes later, there was still no sign of Griff, and Carmen was becoming even more worried. She paced back and forth slowly, drumming her fingers on the side of her arm, her eyes flickering towards the trees every fifteen seconds. Tod was still snoozing on his palette, and Vi was tending to the horses. Both of them were seemingly unaffected by the disappearance of their youngest companion, which grated on Carmen’s nerves just a tad more than she expected.
But of course she would never say anything, because she was a stoic, badass woman that pushed petty things like feelings to the back of her mind!
Nobody had time for that.
She should have been back by now.
Something’s wrong.
What if she’s hurt?
What if she’s been kidnapped?
What if she’s been attacked?!
What if she’s de- don’t even think that.
Carmen took in a deep breath and shook her head, continuing her subconscious pace. She had no reason to worry, Griff was fine. She could handle herself, and she knew to be careful. She probably found something interesting or an animal to play with and just lost track of time. She did get distracted easily after all.
Yes, that was definitely it.
An ear-piercing shriek cut through the clearing like a knife, shattering the peace as well as Carmen’s heart. She staggered to a halt, her breath catching harshly in her throat as her eyes darted to the direction the scream came from, tears beginning to well up in them. Tod was on his feet in a flash, Vi appearing next to him just as quickly.
All three of them stood there for a moment, staring at the same tree in disbelief and silence.
“Was that…?”
“Don’t.”
Before another word could be said, a sob ripped itself from Carmen’s throat, the woman dashing towards the figure that had just emerged from the trees. She skid to a halt, barely managing to catch the blonde as she stumbled into Carmen’s arms, the two sinking to their knees to rest in the leaves beneath their feet.
“Griff? Griff honey are you alright? Speak to me, please!”
The younger woman’s eyes were open wide in terror, an unspeakable horror still playing before them. Tremors were making their way through her body, her skin as white as a sheet and clammy to the touch. She gave no indication that she was aware of the others, or that Carmen was frantically trying to check her for injuries, the older woman’s hands shaking and her brow creased in worry.
“I….I couldn’t save her…” she finally said quietly, her voice as rocky as her quaky body.
“Couldn’t save who, baby? Are you hurt? Where’s Mahoney?”
“A group of those things had surrounded her and I couldn’t…..I just watched while…”
“Hey hey Pixie, there wasn’t anything that you could have done so don’t do that to yourself. Are you hurt?” Tod crouched down next to the two, Vi taking it upon herself to keep watch in case any baddies stumbled and grumbled their way. “Did they get to you, Griff?”
She slowly shook her head, horror-stricken eyes still fixated on nothing in particular. “She was so beautiful. Mint condition. Perfectly restored…”
Vi halted her search and groaned aloud, dropping the branch she had in her hand to rest her forehead in it instead. “Oh Lord.”
Carmen stared at the woman before her blankly, Tod falling back in the leaves to laugh uncontrollably in his hands. The older woman paid them no heed, her expression becoming stonier by the second as she glared at Griff, anger boiling just underneath the surface. “A car. You’re talking about a car?”
Griff gasped in horror and clutched her chest, finally snapping her eyes to Carmen’s face, pain and disbelief contorting her own into an agonized frown. “You take that back! A ’67 Shelby Mustang GT 500 is not just a car, it’s anything but that!! My first car…”
“I thought you didn’t even have your license?”
“That is beyond the point, sir!”
“KC wrecked it.” Vi whispered to Carmen, the two glancing at each other quickly while Griff raved on and on about the vehicle.
“It was just beyond that barn out back, nestled all cozy like amid some bushes, the sun glinting off of the paint. Midnight blue, with silver flecks. Just gorgeous.” She snorted and frowned in disgust, everyone watching her dramatic display with interest. “And then a group of those things ambled up out of nowhere and started dancing around it, like they were part of some cult and it was their shrine. They kept getting closer to it, and then AND THEN….” she broke off and sniffed broken heartedly, her entire face pouting. “One of them but a scratch down the side of it, and mucked it up with it’s nasty, icky, gooey, rotting self……then giggled and they all moaned and groaned away. It was awful.”
Up until this point Carmen still had her hold on the blonde, more or less unaware of the fact. Now that Griff had spilled the beans she was all aware of the fact, and now she just needed to get away. Though when she tried to get up, Griffon held on to her hands. “Don’t. I can’t talk right now, I kind of hate you at the moment.”
“Wait, what? Why?” she looked at her in disbelief, her heart sinking slightly. “What else could I have been talking about?”
“A person?” she said matter-of-factly, still trying to get up. “Mahoney?”
“Maho-? Oh no, she’s fine, she’s…” The horse in question ambled up to them, snorting disdainfully at Griff as she passed by, flicking the blonde with her tail. “Oooow. Oh…..aha….” she giggled sheepishly, the reality of the situation finally dawning on her and she shrank back from Carmen, shame seeping into her being. “Shit Carmen, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to….wait a minute!” Griff sat up straight and grinned, an eyebrow arching as her eyes sparkled mischievously. “You were worried about me, weren’t you? You were scared!”
“WHAT?! Me? Scared? In your dreams, baby girl.” Carmen snorted incredulously, finally managing to extricate herself from the younger woman, avoiding eye contact at all costs.
“I thought you weren’t talking to me.” Griff teased. “Hey wait, where are you going?”
“Come on, the scratch might buff out and the good thing about muck is that it can be washed off. Might as well get this over with now, or I’ll never hear the end of this stupid car.”
Griff sprang to her feet in a single bound, squealing excitedly as she dashed off after her, knowing that this was just a way for the two to cope. Even though Carmen hid it well, Griff knew she fucked up horribly, and that was going to tear at her for a while. She didn’t like making anyone upset, least of all Carmen. Griff would be trying her damndest to make it up to her in the following days and weeks, but one thing was for certain.
Carmen was going to get her back for it, one way or another.
And it would be when Griff least expected it.
Pay backs were a bitch.
Jovie Lorene Griffon - CM by Savvid
Griff Headshot 8D by zetobichan
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Project Apocalypse Reference Sheet: Carmen Adela
"I don’t condone wearing heels though. They’re only good for stabbing a zombie in the eye."
Carmen Adela is plus fashion model turned zombie apocalypse survivor; pretty huge career turn. She travels with a rag tag group of random folks you most likely would never believe could survive hordes of zombies together.
Outfit Details
Main Outfit- Almost always wearing it, unless the weather is freezing. Prefers to always wear gloves, because zombie guts and ick are hella gross, ew. The romper is a one piece that buttons up in the top half. She favors the huge pockets to hold useful small tools.
Underwear- Prefers frilly lacy things that push up the girls.
Winter Gear- Carmen refuses the tattered tank girl apocalyptic look. She absolutely abhors it. During one of their supply runs, she went out of her way to find a ‘proper’ outfit. She is somewhat practical in her fashion indulgences and found an outfit that could still enable her to move and run around. The faux fur coat is a little less hard to defend, but it does save from a brash winter with the huge fur hood.
Flashback Outfit- This outfit only appears in her flashbacks of the first days the zombie outbreak. She was wearing it while surprising her family with a visit, that unfortunately did not end well. She met her first companion, Griff, in this outfit. Afterwards, changed into her classic romper.
Revamped character profile to follow.
Viv’s new concept (with pet fennec because reasons!) (oh nuts I forgot her axe)
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Art by battleguppy
I Can Do Things with Duct Tape by ME!
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★ Move ★
Characters: Tod Jacobs, Violet McKnight, Faith McKnight, Carmen Adela, Jovie Griffon, Reese Adela-Griffon, & Rosie Adela-Griffon mentioned
Pairing: Totte!! (bahahahahaha XD)
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It was just after dawn when he heard it, the wintry sun just beginning to creep in through the part in the heavy curtains. The snow had been coming down for three days straight, so the faint trace of sunlight was a welcome break. However the reprieve was lost to Tod as he scrambled out of his cozy bed to clamber to his feet, his brain wide awake once the sound of the bedroom door softly closing had reached him.
So she had been serious when she said she was leaving.
He berated himself for taking it so lightly the night before.
Tod dashed manically around the room, throwing as much warm wear he could before hastily shoving his feet into his brand new snow boots, pulling his heavy jacket on as he left the room in a hurry and practically flew down the stairs. As he wrenched the front door open the thought of Carmen clobbering him later for making so much noise entered his mind and he grinned sheepishly, but he slammed the door behind him regardless and dashed after the retreating figure ahead of him.
“Hey, Lotte!”
“Go back to sleep Tod. I told you last night that I was leaving, this shouldn’t be that big of a shock to you.”
“Why though? Why the rush? Why is it you have to constantly be on the move?” he finally caught up to her and grabbed on to her arm, turning her around so that she had no choice but to face him. “Just talk to me.”
She avoided his eyes, choosing to look across the snow-covered landscape instead as she hitched the strap of her bag up higher on her shoulder. “There’s nothing to talk about, Tod. I’ve wasted enough time as it is.”
“So that’s all we are to you, then? A waste of time?”
“That’s not-“
“Violet.” He stopped her from trying to pull away, taking her face in both of his hands firmly. His blue eyes studied the furrow in her brow carefully, noting the distressed look in her distant eyes. She had a habit of doing this; something he had caught on to pretty quickly. When she finally started to relax and let herself become closer to the others, she would clam up and shut them out. She would throw that cold and distant mask on again, pretend like nothing phased her and she didn’t have a care in the world, until it was ripped off of her again. It was next to impossible for her to ever wear it for long, because she couldn’t fool herself anymore. She cared too much.
The sensation of Tod’s thumbs stroking her cheeks softly caused her to close her eyes for a moment, her breath escaping her in a puff of white as she sighed lightly. “I can’t. I’ve been still for far too long. I need to go.”
“Why? Why do you constantly have to be on the move?”
“My kid is out there somewhere.”
Tod’s jaw dropped and he just stared at her, dumbfounded. “You…..you’re a mom?”
Lotte snorted and turned away from him, a humorless laugh leaving her. “Is it so hard to believe that I could be a mother? Gee thanks, you’re such a charmer, ass.”
Tod regained his composure and dashed in front of her, blocking her path. “Nonono, that’s not what I meant at all, I’m sorry. It’s just….you’ve never mentioned that fact before. You don’t even talk about, uuuuuh…?”
“Her. Faith.”
Tod smiled and discreetly inched closer to the woman in front of him, reaching out to rub her arms when he saw her shiver slightly. He was very aware of the fact that his body was becoming number by the second, the shin deep snow helping that fact along rather well. “That’s a beautiful name. How old is she?”
Lotte swallowed deeply and looked down, feeling the corners of her eyes starting to prickle with hot tears. “She turned fourteen a couple weeks ago. I was hoping to have already had her by then, but…”
“Why wasn’t she with you?”
“Heh.” She shook her head and pulled herself out of Tod’s arms, her demeanor hard once again. She brushed past him, still shaking her head. “I don’t have time to get into this. It’s a long story.”
“Then dumb it down for me. That’s at least one thing you’re good at.” he shot back at her, cocky grin on his face as he watched her stop dead in her tracks.
Lotte narrowed her eyes and smirked, keeping her back to him. She mulled things over for a moment, deciding to take up the challenge, no matter how vulnerable it would make her feel later. “Her ‘father’ had her taken away from me the day she was born. Long story short, I fell in with the wrong group when I was a teenager, after my folks died. I dropped out of school; my grades were great and everything, I just had no desire to go anymore. Met this guy when I was eighteen. He was nice enough. Cute. Pretty charming. We got wasted and wound up sleeping together.”
“When I found out I was pregnant, everything changed. I decided to get my shit together, and stop being stupid. I quit smoking and drinking; I haven’t done either one for almost fifteen years now. I found new friends that had a positive impact on my life. I got my GED and a pretty swell job as a secretary for a high-end attorney in Miami. Started saving up, planning ahead for my baby, yanno? Tried to be the daughter my folks would have been proud of. Six months in I decided to tell the guy, too. It was the right thing to do, and I wasn’t expecting anything from him at all. He just had a right to know.”
Tod kept his eyes glued to her back, chancing a few steps forward. “How did he take it?”
She chewed on her bottom lip absentmindedly, her aquamarine eyes glued to the ice-covered trees ahead of her. “Really well, actually. He told me that I could stay with him, and that he’d take care of me the best he could, if I wanted it. I didn’t need any help, but I figured that maybe if we spent more time together maybe something would spark. I could see myself loving him, and I wanted him to be part of his daughter’s life, too.” She snorted and shook her head, her brow furrowing. “Should have known it was too good to be true. I held her for maybe an hour after I delivered, then that bastard shot me up with something and told the doc I had a drug problem. I was declared an unfit mother, he was granted full custody, I got sent to jail for two years, and I barely got to see her. Monitored visits every second weekend of the month at first. When I got out six months early for good behavior and the promise to go to rehab I got her for a couple hours every weekend. When she turned ten the court granted me partial custody, and I could have her for three months out of the year. Thirteen, and I got her half of the year. I’ve been fighting for her for the entirety of her life, and when she told the judge she wanted to live with me, they denied it.”
“Why though? Why did he….”
“He’s a neurosurgeon that practiced in Miami. Turns out, he was also married and a multimillionaire in the state of Washington. Everything was kept hush hush, for his poor reputation. Fed his wife some bullshit lie about saving Faith from a broken home. That’s why I had no chance in anything, plus there was no witness. Aside from the nurse that was with me. She tried to testify on my behalf, but it was thrown out. He got everything that I’d saved up for Faith, and then some. I guess he figured he would bite me in the ass before I tried to do the same thing. Not that I was going to.”
“There was a witness but it was thrown out? Why the fuck for?”
“She was nervous. He’d threatened her if she said anything, and she did it anyway.”
“Is she….?”
“Yeah, at least the last I had heard she was. Now though….”
Tod threw caution to the wind and wrapped his arms around her, bringing her back snuggly against his front, pleased when she didn’t pull away. “Where is she now?”
Lotte sighed and leaned in to him, dimly aware of the fact snow was starting to seep into her boots. “Seattle. Or at least, that’s where I hope she is.”
He stared at the back of her head in disbelief, not even about to figure out the miles this woman had traveled. “And you lived in Florida?!”
“I was waiting on the plane from Miami to Florida the day the world went to shit.” She sighed and pulled out of Tod’s embrace, again. “Which is why I have to keep moving. There’s no telling who she’s with, where she’s at, if she’s….” she swallowed again and shook her head, turning around to face Tod. “And if he’s still alive, he won’t be once I get to him. I can promise you that.”
“I am not letting you go Lotte. Not like this, if the cold doesn’t do you in the wind will. Come back and talk to Carmen and Griff about it.”
She brushed his hand off and backed away, frowning. “Don’t make this any harder than it has to be, Tod. If you care about me, at all, you’ll let me go.”
“And if you care for me at all,” Tod countered, grabbing on to her arm once more, his eyes boring into hers. “Or the others, you will come back to the house with me right now.”
Lotte shook her head, eyes once again glassy with unshed tears. “That’s not fair. You know I do.”
“And you’re being fair?” he said angrily, once again taking her face in his hands. “You don’t have to do this alone, Violet. You have been long enough. Let us help you. Let me help you.”
“And risking putting the kids in danger?”
“They’re in enough danger as it is. We all are babe, that’s life. We will figure something out, and I know both Carmen and Griff will jump all over this.”
“Tod-“
He cut her off by claiming her lips with his own, the pads of his thumbs brushing away the tears that had managed to spill onto her cheeks. After a moment he broke away from her lips to rest his forehead against hers, a small grin on his face as he felt her fingers run through the short strands of hair on the nape of his neck. “I am not letting you go, and you’re not doing this alone. Got it?”
“Alright.”
“Good. Now, we can do this one of three ways;” he said with a grin, taking his hand in hers and planting a kiss to the back of it. “One, you willingly come back to the house with me. Two, I sling your ass over my shoulder and I carry you back. Or three, we wait out here and freeze until Carmen comes to yell at me for making so much noise running after you. Your choice.”
Lotte laughed and shook her head, following Tod as he tugged on her hand. “If you think for one second that I would let you sling me over your shoulder, you’ve got another thing comin’.”
“Don’t think I wouldn’t do it. If I hadn’t gotten you talked down in the next five minutes I was gonna do it regardless.”
“Uh-huh. You just didn’t want Carmen to come chew your ass out in the cold.”
“Damn straight. Hey, yanno, I never realized you were that much olde-ooooooooow…..”
“If you value your fingers I would really think on if it’s really all that wise to finish that sentence or not.”
“I’ll show you what’s wise or not.” He pulled the bag off of her shoulder and lunged at her, Lotte squealing and attempting to dodge out of the way, but he was one step ahead of her. He slung her over his shoulder, her hands pounding playfully at his rump as he carried her back towards the house, laughing his triumph aloud to the sunny winter morning.
★ Low Light and Cold Nights ★
Characters: Carmen Adela, Jovie Griffon, Tod Jacobs & Violet McKnight mentioned
Pairing: Garmen
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It was definitely much colder now, the evidence blasting against the window in white puffy flakes, golden light from the single flickering oil lantern lighting the ones that fluttered close to the window like wintry fireflies. All of them were running around in thick flannel or wool clothes, a fire blazing away merrily in its hearth, helping to warm them some, but not by much. Extra blankets had been thrown on beds, thicker socks had been scavenged, and fuzzy slippers littered the space beside beds. Winter was upon them. Griff stood in the doorway, her arms crossed over her chest, a small half smile playing on her lips as she watched the woman in front of her. Carmen was studying a series of maps that covered the desk underneath her hands, her back to the doorway. She had been at it since earlier that evening, trying in vain to pinpoint their exact location, and figure out the best route that would get them to Colorado from there. Not that any one of them would be able to leave in this, realistically. It was almost suicide. But she knew, as well as the small blonde did, that Lotte would try no matter what. Griff new a little more to their companion’s story than the others did; Carmen had an idea. That’s why she was hellbent on helping the woman. Even if it meant splitting them all up for a short time. The sigh of frustration brought Griff back from her musings, taking in her lovers’ appearance once more. She was wearing an oversized flannel sweater, a pair of fuzzy pajama pants with cats on them, and Tod’s bunny slippers; she had stolen them on the landing after walking around barefoot. She’d soon discovered that it was too cold for that, and regretted not pulling on her warm wool socks. All in all she looked quite cozy, despite the apparent frustration that made her body tense up dejectedly. Griff closed the door quietly behind her as she quietly padded into the room, set on comforting her love and persuading her to turn in for the night. The dim light from the oil lamp on the bookshelf next to her wasn’t adequate light now that it was dark, and she was sure that the older woman was straining herself. But all thoughts of comfort melted from her brain as soon as her eyes landed on a bare shoulder, the red sweater sliding off of it slightly. Instead a flare of desire ran through her, the blonde biting her bottom lip as her blue eyes glittered with lust. Carmen smiled as she felt a pair of arms envelop her waist, knowing who it was without even having to look. In the back of her mind she wondered if it was a bad thing; before she would have her guard up, her body poised to spring into action at any hint of a threat. Now it seemed nothing surprised her. But then again, they had been together for so long that she didn’t even need to look. She knew exactly when Griff entered a room, and when she left it, even if the younger woman never uttered as much as a syllable. She had everything memorized about her to a T; from the blonde’s natural scent to how her feet sounded when she padded across soft grass. And she knew Griff was the same way. She leaned back into the shorter woman’s body, feeling her chin resting against her shoulder. “I was wondering when you were going to come in here. I think I’ve just about had it for tonight, I’m starting to see double.” Her eyes closed as the blonde planted a kiss to the side of her neck, sighing softly. “Everything ok, baby?” Griff smiled against her skin, her fingers snaking under the hem of the oversized sweater to play across smooth skin. She heard Carmen’s breath hitch in her throat and felt the woman’s body shudder, pressing her lips to the exposed shoulder before her. “Of course. I just came to check on you, see if I could coax you to come to bed. But,” she walked them forward a few paces, Carmen’s thighs pressed up against the edge of the desk. “I’d much rather bend you over this instead, right this very instant.” she husked against the dark skin of her lover’s neck. Carmen sucked in a sharp breath and bit back a low moan as she felt the blonde’s lips return to the side of her neck, her hands rising up along her quivering abdomen, those loving hands massaging and squeezing her breasts firmly, teeth sinking into her shoulder softly. Any thoughts she had of whirling around to take advantage of the situation stopped as one of Griff’s hands disappeared under the waistband of her pajama pants, fingers teasing moistened folds. She reached around her and ran her own fingers through short blonde hair, pressing her breast firmly into one hand at the same time Griff’s fingers slid into her body, lips still attached to her shoulder and neck. Griff groaned in approval as Carmen ground her hips down onto her hand, attempting to increase the friction. She removed her hand from the writhing woman’s pants, smirking at the groan of dismay that issued from her. She didn’t keep Carmen waiting for long though, her hands sliding the other woman’s pajama pants and underwear down her legs, bending her over the desk in front of them shortly after. In the back of her mind Carmen grudgingly wondered when it was exactly that she had become the submissive one, but soon remembered that Griff taking over the dominant role always sent a thrill of arousal through her. She had managed to shove the maps off of the surface underneath her, sucking in a sharp breath as the cooler air from the room hit her flushed and partially naked body, yelping when her breasts rested against the even colder wood of the desk. She hadn’t even realized that Griff had relieved her of the sweater until after the fact, too lost in her thoughts. Her yelp soon turned to a moan though as the woman’s fingers slid back into her throbbing body, lips moving up her spine as clothed hips ground against her own. Carmen gripped the edge of the desk tightly, her knuckles starting to turn white as the sensations began to overwhelm her body. Her lover’s loud cries and shimmering body was causing her own breathing to quicken, Griff feeling her own arousal pooling between her legs. She was set on making the woman underneath her come as many times as she could, before she herself couldn’t last much longer. With that in mind she curled her fingers inside of Carmen, her thumb seeking out that little bundle of nerves, groaning as Carmen arched in to her, the woman’s hips thrusting urgently onto Griff’s fingers. She felt the older woman’s inner walls start to tighten around her thrusting digits, her name constantly flowing from her tongue, the broken speech only spurring Griff on further. She leaned over Carmen, running her tongue along the shell of her ear and biting down on the lobe softly as she rubbed circles around her swollen nub at the same time, throwing Carmen off of the edge. Griff continued to thrust her fingers into Carmen’s shuddering body as she rode out her orgasm, her breath escaping her in harsh pants. Without letting her recover fully Griff flipped the dazed woman over, pushing her sweaty back down onto the desk as she finally claimed her lips, resting her still clothed body on top of her lover’s. Carmen wrapped her arms around Griff and held her tightly, her body arching up into the blonde’s roaming hands as their kiss deepened. The need for air finally arose and Griff tore her panting mouth away from Carmen’s, trailing it across her jaw to leave wet kisses across it, hands massaging the luscious mounds underneath them. She hissed into the woman’s neck, feeling hands disappearing underneath the tank she was wearing, nails raking down her back. The hiss turned into a growl of approval as the wandering hands disappeared underneath her pajama pants to squeeze her behind lovingly, Griff responding by raking her teeth along Carmen’s clavicle before latching her mouth around one full breast. Carmen moaned aloud, feeling the arousal and lust pooling low in her belly again as the younger woman’s tongue danced around her hardened nipple, sucking on it for a moment before moving to the next and doing the same. She felt Griff leave her body slightly, her mouth leaving a hot trail of wet kisses down her quivering abdomen. She whimpered from the loss of contact as Griff got off of her completely, Carmen sitting up slightly to throw a questioning look at her girlfriend. Griff kissed her swollen lips gently, deepening it as she snaked her hands underneath Carmen’s ass, tugging her towards the edge of the desk. She nibbled on her bottom lip before she once again kissed down the heaving woman’s body, almost on her knees as she reached her destination. Carmen’s legs had subconsciously drifted apart the lower the blonde had gotten, but still Griff pushed them even further, kissing the woman’s throbbing center lovingly before running her tongue slowly down the wet slit. Carmen’s loud cry caused her own aching core to throb deliciously, and without further thought she thrust her tongue into the woman’s body, her nails digging into the tender flesh of the spread thighs underneath her hands. Carmen arched and rocked her hips in time with the thrusting tongue, one hand planted on the desk behind her, the other on top of the woman’s head between her legs, her fingers tangling in the short blonde hair. She cursed heatedly as Griff circled her aching clit with the tip of her tongue before latching her lips firmly around it, sucking it into her mouth. Her mouth fell open in ecstasy and she lurched forward, feeling the tongue disappear into her body again. Her eyes shot down to the blonde’s as she felt the pressure build deep within her once more, her arousal deepening even more as she saw that darkened look in her lover’s eyes. Seeing the lust overtake the normally bright blue eyes was always a turn on for the older woman, and when her pupils dilated it never failed to bring it upon her even more. Carmen pulled Griff up, their lips crashing together as the two got to their feet, shoving the blonde into a wall. They broke apart long enough for Carmen to rip Griff’s pajama pants down her legs, hitching one of them high up against her hip as she thrust her fingers into the younger woman’s soaking heat, marveling at how wet she had become just from pleasuring herself. Their hips rocked in time to Carmen’s thrusting fingers, the palm of her hand rubbing against that swollen bundle of nerves every time the two came together, Griff’s fingers rubbing circles between her legs. It wasn’t the most comfortable of positions, but the two didn’t rightly give a damn as they moved urgently against one another, their tongues fighting for dominance, ragged cries filling the room. Nails and teeth raked across skin, the cries escalating until they both crashed over the peak together, each of them swallowing the others cry of pure bliss as they crashed their lips together. Carmen gathered the smaller woman in her arms as she sank down to the floor, her knees giving out and no longer able to support their shuddering bodies. They rest on the cool wooden floor, wrapped around one another as they struggled to calm their ragged breathing. Griff groaned in content as Carmen kissed along her jaw softly, hands stroking bare skin lazily. The blonde cracked an eye open and looked over at the woman next to her, a smile playing along her lips. “So are you ready for bed now?” Her response was a throaty chuckle as the older woman rolled her onto her back and claimed her lips heatedly. One thing was for certain; judging by the fogged over window, the room had heated up substantially. It was one less room the poor fireplace had to strive to heat.
★ Transformation ★
Characters: Carmen Adela, Jovie Griffon, Tod Jacobs, Violet McKnight, Vinita Embranthiri, Reese Adela-Griffon, Rosie Adela-Griffon
Pairing: Garmen
WARNING THIS IS SAD 8C
OR AT LEAST IT MADE ME SAD.
I CRIED LIKE A BABY WRITING IT FFFFF
This is why I shouldn't have Garmen feels while watching horror/thriller flicks.
And yeah there are probably errors, I haven't talked myself into rereading it to edit yet.
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They came out of nowhere.
They had been positive that this area was safe; that they had cleared out all of the remaining walkers. It took them three days to do it, and even then there hadn’t been many to deal with.
There hadn’t even been a mass sighting in months.
They weren’t even really prepared for it when it did happen. They had all been out of the house, enjoying the nice spring day. The winter had been a hard one, the children cooped up inside for the bulk of the season.
But they had let their guard down.
They were living too easy, the attacks too far and few between. That fact reassured them and gave the false pretense that they were safe.
But the truth was they would never be safe.
Ever.
Not until a cure was found.
The group that attacked them wasn’t overly large, but they were outnumbered about five to one. They weren’t even properly armed; all four had a combat knife apiece, maybe three pistols, and one rifle. They had been in the local park, playing with the kids on the equipment there. Their laughter is what more than likely drew them out of hiding.
Lotte and Vi were cut off from the others, the two drawing half of their unwanted company away towards the opposite end of the park, Lotte tossing their extra pistol to Tod.
The kids screamed in terror, clinging to their parents as the adults tried to get them to safety, Tod putting the pistol to good use.
“If we can make it too the trees we might stand a chance!” he yelled over the shots.
“Don’t talk, just shoot!”
“There’s no time for that!” Griff shouted, picking their son up and passing him off to Tod. A shrill yell reached her ears and she swung around, her heart stopping. Their little girl had tripped, Carmen bending to help her back up, three of the creatures almost upon them.
Griff saw red, her world stopping as she grit her teeth and threw herself onto the nearest one, successfully knocking it into the other two. She fought with tooth and nail, both the knife and the pistol forgotten as she tried to move the walkers away from her family. She screamed out in pain, rotting teeth sinking in to her outstretched arm. Her hand closed over the hilt of the blade, ripping her arm out of the decaying mouth as she rolled them over, stabbing it in the head, ears deaf to her name being screamed. Teeth sank into her shoulder and she yelled out again, headbutting the walker in question before stabbing it between the eyes.
Her vision was cloudy and her body was burning, but she got to her feet, finding the pistol as two more came upon her. She saw Carmen in the midst, their daughter in her arms. “God damnit Carmen get the fuck out of here! Get them out of here!”
“I’m not leaving you here!”
“You have to just go!”
Griff yelled out and brought her bitten, bloody, and shaking arm up, taking out the snarling creature closest to her love before moving on to the next. She took out four more before she collapsed onto the ground, her world starting to go black.
Lotte and Vi had made it back to them, finishing the rest of them off with Tod as Carmen crashed to the ground next to Griff, bringing the blonde’s head into her lap. “Griff? Griff baby, wake up. Wake up!”
The blonde coughed and fought to open up her eyes, her misty blues locking on to the horror stricken face of Carmen. “Is everyone ok?”
Carmen nodded her head and smoothed the blonde stained hair out of Griff’s face, fighting hard to keep her emotions at bay. “Yeah, everyone is ok.”
“Good.” Griff smiled weakly, her eyes fluttering shut momentarily before she forced them open again. “You have to promise me that you won’t let me turn into one of the-“
“Don’t. Don’t do this to me, don-“
“Shh, shh hey, hey,” she raised her uninjured arm to the side of her lover’s face, brushing the first tear away as it ran down her face. “It’s going to be ok, baby. You know, it’s better this way.”
“Don’t say that!”
“I mean it. I wouldn’t survive without you. But you? You’re strong.” she pressed a kiss to the back of her hand, her body starting to shake. “You’re a survivor. And I know….I know you’ll take care of them. Of all of them. C-Carmen pr-promise me.”
“Jovie-“
“Promise!”
Carmen took in a deep breath and nodded, keeping her tight hold on Griff, the younger woman’s body burning up. She chanced a look around, seeing that Tod, Lotte, and Vi had taken the kids away from the park. “I promise. I promise baby, I won’t let you transform into one of those things.”
Griff smiled weakly and closed her eyes, her breathing becoming fainter by the minute. “That’s my girl. Now, do it….fast. I don’t think I’m…”
Carmen squeezed her eyes shut, feeling the pistol being pressed into her hand. She swallowed the nausea back, gently moving out from underneath Griff. She pressed a kiss to her forehead, tears escaping her closed lids to fall onto the paling woman’s skin. She sniffed and crouched on one knee, pulling the hammer back on the small gun in her hands. “I’m sorry.” she said softly.
Griff chuckled weakly, a harsh cough ripping out of her lungs not long after. “Don’t be. It’s ok love, it’s ok. This is life. I’ve been lucky to have made it this long, because of you. It was my turn to save you this time.” she smiled over at the older woman, her blue eyes watery and red-rimmed.
Carmen choked out a slight sob, her brow furrowing in grief no matter how hard she tried to fight it as she looked at her dying friend.
Her best friend.
Her lover.
Her life-long companion.
Her wife.
Even now, Carmen was shocked at how serene and peaceful the younger woman looked. She stilled her shaking arms, both hands gripping the pistol. “You had already saved me, Jovie. I love you baby girl.”
“I know.” Griff said quietly, a smile on her lips and tears running across her face. “I love you too, my darling.”
After the last syllables drifted from her lips, her blue eyes closing forever, Carmen pulled the trigger.
The shot echoing off of the trees and her cries of sorrow were the only sounds that emitted from the park on that bright, spring day.
-o-
Carmen woke with a start, her body covered in a sheen of cool sweat, sobs ripping themselves out of her chest. She felt the soft hands on her face before the voice reached her ears and she responded automatically, curling into the body beside her, her arms wrapping tightly around it.
Griff ran a hand soothingly down Carmen’s trembling back, her other hand wrapped stroking her disheveled hair softly. “Shh, shhhh it’s alright. Carmen baby, it’s alright; it was just a dream.” she peppered the exposed shoulder with kisses, the older woman’s sobs breaking her heart.
“I just….I just need to feel you.” Carmen whispered against her neck, rolling Griff over to rest her body over the smaller woman’s. “I need to know you are here.”
The blonde took her face in her hands as Carmen claimed her lips, swiping the tears off of her cheeks as they escaped her closed lids. Carmen broke away from her lips to trail them down her neck, her hands pulling her shirt off to the left. She placed a kiss above her left breast before pressing her ear to it and sighing deeply, the sound of Griff’s heartbeat soothing her.
Griff wrapped her arms around the calming woman, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “I’m right here, and I’m not going anywhere.” She said quietly.
“Do you promise?”
“On my life.”
With that the two drifted back to sleep, the tremors and sobs that wracked Carmen’s body finally dying off, the feel of Griff underneath her, heart beating steadily in her ear, comforting her.
They would make it through this.
They were going to survive.
All of them.
But for now, they were going to sleep. One void of horrid dreams that preyed on their deepest and darkest fears.
★ Surprises ★
Characters: Carmen Adela, Jovie Griffon, Tod Jacobs, Violet McKnight, Vinita Embranthiri, Reese Adela-Griffon, & Rosie Adela-Griffon mentioned
Pairing: Garmen
prettysureI'mgonnaregretthis
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“Tell me again, why it is exactly that we’re the ones going? I thought that was Tod and Vi’s thing.” Griff huffed wearily, trudging along noisily behind Carmen. They needed a few things for the new place they had decided to crash in, all of them surprised to find that it had been an unoccupied residence even before the end of the world. Fortunately it was completely furnished, outside of your essentials and other obvious things. It was even fenced in; along the sides and back it was about an eight foot privacy fence, while the front was substantially shorter it was still enough to keep out unwanted guests. For the time being anyway. Tod and Vi were usually the ones that went on supply runs. However, they won the whine contest this time and Griff grumbled about it the entire way to the ‘store’. The town they had decided to shack up in was really small and damn near abandoned outside of a couple walkers. Those were the only ones they had come across at least; there was no telling where others could be shuffling around at. Carmen listened to her lover mutter darkly under her breath, laughing quietly to herself before sniffing in mock disdain. “If I didn’t know any better I’d say you didn’t want to spend time with me. Are you afraid of being alone with me, Griff?” She giggled and squealed slightly as Griff smacked her behind playfully before coming to stand beside her, wrapping her arm around the taller woman’s waist. “Don’t even go there smartass, you know that’s not what I mean.” “Then why are you whining so much?” “Becaaaaaaaaaause,” Griff said with a pout, sticking her tongue out at Carmen and giggling helplessly when she pinched her cheek and crooned. “We were going to ‘break in’ every room in that house, remember? Outside of Tod and Vi’s rooms of course. Or the kids’. And the other Vi’s.” “Lotte.” “Lotte?” “Her name is Violet, but she goes by Lotte.” Griff eyed her girlfriend suspiciously, an eyebrow raised. “Oh? And how, pray tell, did you come by that little gem of information?” Carmen rolled her eyes and nudged the smaller woman lightly. “Shut the fuck up loser, I heard her explaining it to Tod. Plus I asked.” She squirmed out of the way as Griff tried to tickle her sides, wrapping an arm around her neck and planting a kiss to her temple. “Anyways, maybe they wanted us gone so they could-“ Griff snorted and laughed out loud, shaking her head lazily. “Oh no, not even. Trust me, Tod is not even close to being Vi’s type; I was her roomie in college, remember? Lotte and Tod however….” “You think?” They had only known Violet, or Lotte as she apparently preferred, for three days but she had already made herself at home with the four of them. She was sarcastic, snarky, and had this cool, distant air about her. Of course she could only manage to keep that up for so long; the others made it impossible for her to remain detached, Griff and Tod especially. It was like the three were related. And she could not, no matter how hard she tried, maintain that tough badass exterior around the kids. It was impossible. “Without a doubt. Believe you me, they’ll be doing a lot more than eye-fucking before too long.” “I was under the impression she had the hots for you.” “Well we cou-“ “Not. Even. I refuse to share you with anyone, baby girl.” Carmen said firmly. “If you think for one second I was being serious, the-“ “Shh the store is just around the bend.” Griff stuck her tongue out at Carmen, giggling quietly as the older woman shoved her playfully as they drew level with the square. There were a total of eight buildings in this entire town: a gas station, a small court house, an equally as small police station, a post office, a pharmacy, a barbershop, one small diner, and a convenience store that had an antique shop attached to the back. The convenience store looked to be one of those little mom and pop shops, probably the same ones that owned the diner, that sold anything from groceries to kitty litter. Luckily they weren’t after much; just a few things that they had run out of along the way. The two walked slowly to the store, keeping their eyes and ears peeled for any unfriendlies. They both opted on toting long combat knives, a pistol tucked into the back of Griff’s pants just in case things got too crazy. Which, they were not anticipating to happen. Odds are if there were a hoard of previous residents moaning and groaning about, they more than likely would have come across them already. But, one could never be too careful. When they reached the door Carmen carefully pushed it open and stood up on her tiptoes, tugging on the little brass bell until a metallic SNAP filled the abandoned building. The two waited with baited breath, listening for any sounds of movement coming from within the darkness, pleased when they didn’t hear a thing. “Guess that mean’s the coast is clear.” “Probably,” Carmen whispered back, the two moving to stand in front of the checkout counter. “But don’t let your guard down. “ Griff nodded, her eyes drawn to something along the wall behind the counter, the sunlight pouring in through the big plate glass windows causing it to sparkle. She sniggered and nudged Carmen’s shoulder. “Look! I am so getting that for Tod!” Carmen stifled her laughter as she saw the thing Griff was pointing at; it was a sparkly tiara that had pink fuzzy feathers all around the base. “The things that poor boy puts up with for you.” She arched an eyebrow, Griff hopping up onto the counter. “Sweetie….why don’t you just go around?” “That thing’s probably locked and I don’t want to crawl under it. Plus it’s more fun this way.” She dropped off to the other side, a hollow sounding thud reaching their ears. Griff looked down at her feet and backed up, patting herself down quickly. Once she found what she was looking for she turned it on, the beam from the flashlight illuminating the ground. “Babe come here, it’s a trap door.” Carmen hopped over the counter to join her, taking the flashlight as Griff bent down to look for a handle, tugging the door open when she found it. The beam of light revealed a flight of stairs leading down into the pitch black, Carmen rummaging around until she found her own. “Wanna go exploring?” Griff asked with a grin. “Lead the way Indiana Jones.” The two descended the stairs slowly, the temperature dropping a few degrees as concrete walls raised up around them. There was a door at the bottom of the stairs, Carmen turning the knob slowly and pushing it open. The light revealed a bunch of casks and heavy wooden crates, the smell of stale beer hitting them as they ventured into the room. One wall was completely covered in row upon row of wine racks, the light glinting off of the bottles merrily. The other wall however, had another doorway set into it. Only instead of a wooden door blocking their path, a curtain of beads separated them from the second room. They pushed through it and both of them stopped in their tracks, eyes open wide and the blonde snorting in laughter. The room was completely filled with sex toys, of any and all variety. From swings to lingerie to beads. The walls were covered in sealed packages and boxes, the floors with racks or displays of even more sealed things. The small town they had decided to crash in didn’t seem so innocent anymore; there was an underground sex shop! “Spencer’s ain’t got nothing on this place!” Griff said with a giggle, her eyes glinting mischievously as she searched the shelves with her flashlight, aimlessly browsing. “No wonder everyone left town. Could you imagine the flack they would get? How many investigators would think they were running some kind of illegal porn business?” “Oh come off it, these small towners have got to get their kicks somehow. Besides if they were going to get busted for anything, I’d say it’s for what’s in those barrels in the other room. A hundred bucks says it’s Moonshine.” She stopped at one of the racks, eyeing it briefly before she turned her gaze to Carmen, the woman coming to stand in front of her. “Do you want to get something?” Carmen snorted and rolled her eyes, biting her bottom lip slightly as Griff ran her finger down the length one of the packages, a neon pink dildo behind the plastic. “Hmm we’ve had this discussion before.” Griff took a step closer to the taller woman, running her fingers down her exposed throat softly. “What, you don’t think I could,” she kissed the underside of her chin, smiling against her skin as she felt the woman’s pulse jump slightly. “Tickle your fancy with one of these babies?” “You tickle my fancy just fine without one.” Carmen said breathlessly, the blonde’s breath ghosting over the sensitive skin of her throat. “You know I prefer having your fingers and that tongue of yours insi-“ “Mmmm that can be arranged.” Griff said huskily, leaving wet kisses along her strong jawline as her free hand ventured down her clothed front. Carmen laughed lowly in her throat and put a restraining hand on the wandering one, her lips claiming Griff’s sweetly. “Not here, we still don’t know if it’s safe or not.” She groaned in dismay, nibbling on Carmen’s bottom lip softly. “I prefer being inside of you, too. It was just an idea; I’ve always been curious.” “Of?” “What it feels like to have something other than having your fantastic fingers and talented tongue in-“ “You’ve never…?” “Nope.” Griff bit her bottom lip and grinned, claiming Carmen’s lips passionately and deepening the kiss. “I would much rather have you inside of me as well. Come on then, we’ve got some shopping to do.” The older woman groaned as the smaller one moved away from her, taking her by the hand. Before they went back up to the top floor she happened to cast a curious eye over the rack Griff had been interested in, an eyebrow arching as a smirk crossed her face. A few days later the need for another supply run came up, Tod, Vi, and Lotte opting to take the kids out for a small adventure. Neither Carmen nor Griff told the other adults about the ‘secret door’ in the convenience store, and hoped that it would stay a secret. For the most part, while they were on the run, they had wound up sleeping outside. Griff had gotten used to it so much, that being in a house for extended periods of time had a tendency to make her restless. There were several decent sized trees in the back yard, two of them loaded down with acorns. The blonde had decided to spend the day raking them up so that the kids would have more room to play. Really it was more for her benefit; so she wouldn’t trip over them while going out to the storage shed. A twig snapped behind her and she whirled around, rake held up defensively. It was knocked from her hands and she was backed up to the tree, her yell of surprise turning into a laugh as Carmen wrapped her arms around her and kissed the side of her neck. “I could have raked you, you know.” “Of course you could have.” “Where have you been?” “I was seeing the kids off and threatening Tod.” Carmen slid Griff’s jacket down and kissed her shoulder, her fingers caressing the exposed skin on her waist. “I have a surprise for you.” “Oh really? Is it at new rake?” “No.” “H-ho-aahh hot chocolate?” she arched off of the tree trunk as Carmen kissed down her chest, her hands sliding up her shirt to cover her breasts. “Nuhuh.” She sucked in a sharp breath as she felt her pants slide down her legs, the cool air hitting her heated flesh. “Th-the k-ke-ey to AH CauuhCARmen!” Griff tossed her head back against the tree and groaned in bliss, Carmen’s tongue sliding down her abdomen before thrusting into her throbbing core. She tangled her fingers in the brunette hair between her thighs, holding her lovers head in place, one leg over the older woman’s shoulder. When she felt Griff start to tremble she pulled away, planting a kiss on the inside of her raised thigh, laughing at her groan of dismay. She gathered the smaller woman in her arms and brought them both down to the ground, their lips locked hungrily. She settled between Griff’s spread thighs, the woman completely naked from the waist down now. She laughed lowly as Griff huffed in annoyance, rolling her hips impatiently only to stop and frown. “What….?” Carmen took Griff’s hand and kissed the back of it, slowly bringing it to the waistband of her pants. She rest on her forearms and waited, keeping her eyes glued to the blonde beneath her as she undid her pants and shoved them towards her feet, the ‘surprise’ springing out now that it was freed. Wide eyed, Griff felt the silicon fixture on her stomach, looking down to confirm her thoughts as she wrapped her hand around the base, a neon pink dildo that was strapped to her lover’s body in hand. “You…” “Yep.” “Bbbbbuuuut I thoug-“ Carmen silenced her with a kiss, wrapping her hands around Griff’s wrists and pinning her arms above her head, leaves falling on them from the shedding trees. “This is not going to be a regular thing, ok? We only use it every once in a while. I just…figured that I would be honored to be your first and only penis.” Griff laughed and kissed her bottom lip, feeling her cheeks flush horribly at the thought, the arousal flaring up again deep in her belly. “Outside though?” “Well,” Carmen said slowly as she held her wrists with one hand, the other bunching Griff’s shirt up around the top of her breasts so she could run her tongue around one pert nipple. “I had every intention of dragging you inside and throwing you on the bed, but,” she closed her mouth over one breast before moving to the next, Griff’s hips bucking up into her own urgently. “As soon as you moaned out my name all thoughts of the bedroom stopped. I want you out here, right now. We can go inside later.” She took the dildo in hand and directed it towards the slick opening awaiting her, brown eyes locking on to blue. “Are you sure about this? It won’t be comfortable at first.” she said quietly. Griff searched her eyes steadily, nodding her head slightly and turning to place a kiss onto Carmen’s arm. “I’m sure.” Carmen slowly thrust her hips forward, Griff furrowing her brow and arching underneath her, a small strangled gasp escaping her parted lips. “Jovie, baby, if I’m hurting you tell me and I-“ “I’m fine.” she rasped out, feeling her walls stretch even more around the length of the dildo as Carmen pushed it deeper within her. “JuuuUHst,” she swallowed thickly, her neck arching as Carmen stopped, the phallus sheathed completely within her. “Just give me a minute…” Carmen released Griff’s wrist, brushing the backs of her fingers along her cheek, peppering the blonde’s face with soft kisses before settling on her lips. She felt Griff’s hips move tentatively underneath hers, the younger woman’s arms wrapping around her neck. Carmen nuzzled the side of her face with her nose and slowly rocked her hips back into Griff’s, setting a steady pace for her. This was something she didn’t want to rush. She wanted her lover to set the pace, choose the tempo; she wanted her to know that it was all in her hands, because Carmen was doing this for her and her alone. Griff started to tremble underneath her body as her movements became slicker, her cries growing louder, and Carmen knew that she would soon go over the edge. Without changing the pace Carmen brought Griff’s right leg higher up alongside her hip, hitting that little bundle of nerves and her sweet spot all in one fell stroke. Her pupils dilated and her pulse quickened as Griff cried out even louder, the blonde’s fingers digging into her still-clothed back. Watching the younger woman glisten, tremble, and moan underneath her was possibly one of her favorite things to do, and would always send a flare of heat through her no matter what. The pressure built up low in her belly and Griff bit her bottom lip, Carmen’s breath ghosting hotly over the side of her neck. She clawed her back before wrapping her arms around her, her raised leg riding further up along Carmen’s side and curling around her. She arched her back off of the ground, a loud moan forcing its way out of her lungs as she felt her muscles start to tighten around the member inside of her. “Carmen, I’m……I’m…..” She snaked her hands underneath Griff and sat them up, the younger woman’s legs wrapping around her as she thrust up into her body, still maintaining that steady pace. “It’s alright Griff,” she said against her parted lips. “Cum for me baby.” “Wha-what about you?” She smiled and kissed her chin. “This isn’t about me, it’s about you.” Griff shook her head and stopped moving, her chest heaving as she still Carmen’s hips as well. The older woman frowned in confusion, Griff’s hands straying to the buckles on the harness. “No, babe, this isn’t about me. This is about us.” She unbuckled the straps and tugged them loose, shuddering as she slid the silicon member from inside, and tossed the strap-on off to the side. She grabbed the hem of Carmen’s shirt, the bewildered woman raising her arms so the blonde could rid her of it, the bra soon following. Griff adjusted herself in Carmen’s lap, her hands resting on either side of her face as she rocked her hips, the feel of their centers meeting causing them both to groan. “I want us to cum together, and I want it like this. You and me. Nothing else. I want you to be inside of me, and I want to be inside of you. Always.” Carmen’s stomach pitched and she moaned lowly in her throat, Griff’s lips claiming hers as they rocked together, tongues intertwining. She cried out as Griff snaked an arm between them, fingers stroking her silky folds in time with their thrusting hips. It was like nothing they had ever done before. It was always rushed, or powerful, or they fought for dominance the entire time. Griff was either taking control, or she was. This was slow, and steady; like it had been only moments before when Carmen was leaving it all in Griff’s hands. They both had control of the situation. Carmen wrapped her arms around Griff, bringing her up higher in her lap and crushing their bodies together, her nails digging into the freckled flesh beneath them. She rest her forehead in the hollow of Griff’s throat, panting into the flushed and sweaty skin beneath her lips as she felt her core start to throb, the blonde starting to tremble and shake above her. Their lips crashed together briefly for a passionate kiss before the two stilled and arched, Carmen crying her release into the side of Griff’s neck, Griff into the lovely brown hair pressed to her lips. Griff wrapped her arms around Carmen’s neck, the older woman resting her forehead in the juncture where slender neck met shoulder, both of them breathing heavily. Griff ran her fingers through Carmen’s sweaty and disheveled hair, pressing a small kiss to her temple. “I need to tell you something, Carmen.” “Hmm?” she asked quietly, pressing her lips to the side of Griff’s neck softly. “You don’t have to answer, or respond, or anything if you don’t want to. Just….just listen.” Carmen frowned slightly and stroked the blonde’s back softly. “Sweetie what is it?” Griff hesitated for a moment, hugging her a moment longer before she finally pulled away slightly. She pressed her lips to Carmen’s, kissing her deeply before she rest her hand on the side of her face. She locked her eyes onto the curious brown eyes in front of her own, opening her mouth to say whatever it was but faltering. Carmen’s brow creased in confusion, a sense of unease and worry building in the pit of her stomach. She took Griff’s chin in her hand, brushing her thumb over her bottom lip slightly as her brown orbs searched blue ones. Griff smiled slightly, and shrugged a shoulder, the crease in her brow vanishing. “I love you.”
★ Long Ranged ★
Characters: Carmen Adela, Jovie Griffon, Tod Jacobs, Vinita Embranthiri
Pairing: Garmen
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Summer wasn’t quite over yet, but the days were steadily growing cooler, bringing on the promise of fall. Now that they could spend time out in the sun for hours on end without the worry of having a heat stroke, Carmen decided that it was time to fine tune their firearm skills. She hand managed to teach them the basics about handguns while on their mad dash north; mainly because they were light, quick, and you could shoot and run with them at the same time faster than one would with a rifle. To her utter surprise and delight, the three of them picked up on the weapons fast, though Vi had a harder time adjusting than Carmen would have thought. Tod took the handgun pretty quickly when he wasn’t horsing around. Griff though, was a natural. Which surprised them all. Especially Carmen. She shrugged it off though, saying that it came with the whole ‘living on a farm and having rednecks for family’ package. Truth was, her parents and grandparents made damn sure that they all knew how to shoot in case something like this ever happened. Well, not this exactly, but in case there was ever a need for it. Griff was a real good shot with a pistol but she had shyly admitted that she was even better with a rifle. So, Carmen decided that it was high time for them to practice long ranged weaponry, her specialty. And Griff was her first victim. Instead of practicing with a real rifle however, Carmen had set up a pretty high powered paintball sniper rifle for her. No point in drawing unwanted attention to their little corner of the forest. Because of that reason, Carmen had also decided to use a live target: she had the other two draw straws. Tod lost. He stood on the other end of the clearing, about three hundred feet away from their current position, a heavy-duty face mask on. Griff’s intended target? The middle of his foreahead. Griff lay on the ground, the butt of the rifle secured to her left shoulder, eye to the scope, both she and Carmen partially concealed by some bushes. The blonde breathed easily through her nose, carefully adjusting the view finder until Tod came into focus. “Do you have any idea how long it’s been since I’ve done this? I doubt I can even remember what I’m doing.” Carmen chuckled lightly and shook her head, also peering across the way at Tod through a pair of binoculars. “This isn’t something you forget very easily baby girl. It’s like riding a bike for the first time in years; you might be a little rusty, but you always remember how.” “Meh.” “Just relax, and take your time.” Griff exhaled and focused on Tod’s head, feeling the light breeze wash over her and rustle the leaves around her. She adjusted the height of the gun slightly, the crosshairs in the scope rising to about an inch above her target. She took in a deep breath and exhaled slowly once more, waiting. Carmen smiled quietly to herself, feeling a flare of heat run through her as she waited. This is what she had done for a living; this is what she knew. But to lay here with the woman that she was overly fond of, maybe possibly in love with if she allowed herself to think it, and find that this pixie already had this skill, thrilled her in ways she forgot it could. She lowered her binoculars and chanced a look at the still woman beside her, eyes automatically drawn to her lower back. The breeze had lifted the white tank, leaving Griff’s back exposed to dark, hungry eyes. They travelled over the freckled skin to the soft curve of her spine, down to the two dimples that taunted her above the waistband of the tattered cargo pants. Her stomach lurched wildly and she bit her bottom lip, the binoculars completely forgotten. The breath caught in Griff’s throat as she felt fingers stroke down the middle of her back, hands steadily rising higher before she felt lips, Carmen’s body resting partially on top of hers. “Baby wha-“ “Shh.” Carmen ran her tongue down the center of Griff’s back, feeling her skin twitch beneath her as her hands continued to wander. “In a combat zone, you are almost always surrounded by the enemy. Even snipers. No one is safe.” She pushed her shirt up farther, the fact that Griff wasn’t wearing a bra arousing her even more. “As a sniper, you have to learn to be quick. Silent. Completely still. Invisible.” She annunciated each word with a kiss, her hands snaking underneath the blonde’s body to cup her breasts firmly, lips ghosting up the side of her neck. “Every little thing you do matters. Every sound you make. Every time you move. Every time you breathe. If you do one thing wrong, you could compromise your mission.” Carmen settled on the side of her neck, Griff’s light gasps reaching her ears. Though the blonde’s body shuddered beneath her hands and her lips, her arms stayed relatively steady, her eye still to the scope. “You have to learn to eliminate absolutely everything in your surroundings. Block out distractions. Clear your mind. Focus on your target.” She wrapped her arm around Griff’s middle, barely lifting her off of the ground as she ran her free hand down the woman’s quivering abdomen. Her hand slid past the waistband of both her pants and underwear, a low groan escaping her as fingers stroked the slick, swollen nub beneath them. “Most of the time you have one shot. One chance. And everything determines your success. The wind. The position of the sun. The sounds and actions exploding around you.” She stroked Griff firmly, her hips moving in rhythm with her fingers. “One shot, and if you fuck it up you are as good as dead too. Ignore your distractions. Focus on your target. Breathe in. Exhale. Take your shot. Now.” Several things happened as soon as Carmen had ground out her command. With a strangled ‘fuck’ and a moan, Griff squeezed the trigger twice, the muzzle dipping slightly the first time before raising for the second shot. As Carmen rolled the woman over and claimed her lips roughly, hands frantically pushing pants down and a shirt up, an agonized “SONOFAMOTHERFUCKINGBITCH” and “OOOOOOWWWWWWWWW” filled the clearing, followed by Vi’s cackling laughter. The two women ignored it however, both otherwise occupied. Griff thrust her hips in time with the curling fingers inside of her, Carmen’s lips attached to her right breast. The blonde cried out loudly as her teeth sank in to the tender flesh, her hips jerking roughly. Carmen kissed the spot tenderly before she returned her lips to Griff’s, feeling her inner muscles clench around her fingers tightly. She swallowed the ragged cry as she came, her thumb swirling around Griff’s sensitive nub throwing her off of the edge. Carmen peppered kisses across Griff’s face, brushing strands of damp hair out of her face before claiming her lips once more. Griff curled her hand around Carmen’s neck, the need for air arising. The older woman’s forehead rest against her own, Griff’s breathing starting to return to normal. “So, how’d I do teach?” She laughed and shook her head, stroking the side of Griff’s face softly. “I don’t know yet, though I don’t hear Tod yelling anymore. You fired off two shots instead of one. Not bad for not having done this in years, though.” Griff grinned mischievously, but before she could answer Vi stumbled into the scene, one hand clamped over her eyes, the other holding Tod’s face mask. She was giggling uncontrollably, blissfully unaware of the mad scramble to cover up Griff’s nakedness. “She shot him smack dab in the nuts before hitting him again in the forehead!” She held the mask blindly up, neon pink paint splattered across the top. “It’s a good thing he was wearing a cup!” Carmen looked down at the smirking woman, both of her eyebrows raised in surprise. “The nuts? Really?” “He was smirking at me from behind that mask and started humping air. Pretty sure he could hear us.” “Correction, he could hear you.” Vi snickered and made her retreat, muttering about going to check on Tod as Griff rolled them over, kissing Carmen deeply. “Well, everyone will be hearing you now. I guarantee it.” Carmen laughed and wrapped her arms around Griff’s naked waist, arching her neck slightly as the blonde’s tongue ran down it, the leaves rustling above as the breeze swayed the trees.
★ Basorexia ★
Basorexia - an overwhelming desire to kiss
Characters: Carmen Adela, Jovie Griffon, Tod Jacobs, Vinita Embranthiri
Pairing: Garmen
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