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Lennon James. 21. Survivor. Addict.he was too quiet, or he was too loud. he took things too seriously, or not seriously at all. he was too sensitive, or too cold-hearted. he hated with every fiber of his being, or loved with every piece of his heart.

[janethayer-blog]

It was almost soothing, the sound the steel edge of her hunting knife made as it scraped across a whetstone rhythmically, slowly sharpening. Jane kept her gaze trained on the knife as she honed it, her lips pulled into a habitual frown. It wasn’t until a pair of legs came into her peripheral vision that she paused, the blade on the whetstone stilling as she looked up at the person standing over her.

“  —— Can I help you? ”

[lennonjamesx-blog]

Lennon wrinkled his nose slightly and half leaned away from the girl. He hadn’t meant to interrupt her or annoy her. He really just wanted to know if she had anything she wanted to trade, but at this point...he didn’t want anything to do with her. She seemed like the type of person not to mess with and Lennon definitely didn’t need any sort of mess at this point. 

“Uh...no. Sorry I bothered you.”

[asterkuhns-blog]

paper-cuts are a slow death, her sergeant said when she had complained that sorting through old case files was far from the action. her lips wrapped tight around the pad of her finger as a cut burnt at her skin; what on earth had she put in bag that could cut her? the knives were sorted neatly in a box – the way they had been when she lifted them from a locked drawer. the blonde was confident that no victoria’s secret panties had rhinestones sharp enough to cut through her skin. with a tentative expedition, she drew a brochure of various bright colours out of the gym bag. her laugh came through breathless as she willed herself to focus on lennon rather than the botanical gardens she had dropped onto the road;  it was best to forget what those meant, leave him behind with them. “i hope you enjoy me thinking that you’re going to put them on and sing marvin gaye to yourself,” the blonde retorted with a smile perking up her cheeks.

aster tugged his right arm downwards to wrap her own loosely around it as she leaned onto his shoulder with a quiet laugh. “uh huh,” she feigned exasperation with a light roll of her eyes, “when we see zombies, i’ll blindfold you before saving your ass – i wouldn’t want to lose you, since you’re gonna be carrying me the rest of the way.” neither of them would carry the other; they would tease and push for as long as they could, but keep walking with those misplaced grins and laughs while others trudged on with their heads hung low. “mm, i’ll save my energy – if it snows, we’re gonna have to find ways to keep warm.”

[lennonjamesx-blog]

lennon snorted hard. how had he lucked out in such an amazing way? there were so many people he could have ended up wandering this road with. so many people that held their heads low and refused to even attempt a smile. and he ended up with her. a girl who seemed just as eager as himself to keep the laughs going. even as his hands began to tremble slightly at his sides, as his skin and bones began to ache from the lack of everything he needed to keep himself from withdrawing. he could make it to the next town. he could. she wouldn’t know anything was off and he would find something to ease the shakes and everything would be entirely fine. “oh, darlin’, if i was going to put them on and start singing marvin gaye, i wouldn’t do that on my own. i would find an audience and show off my skill. by this time next year, i’ll have an album out featuring walker back up singers and my bare ass as the cover. trust me, you’ll be kicking yourself for thinking it’s hilarious now. i’ll be loaded in the fucking apocalypse.”

he was thankful for her grip on his arm, the movement forcing his arm to chill out and stop shaking for now. at least enough to avoid her feeling anything. “ahh, see, look, you’re admitting to not wanting to lose me. that’s step one in you love lennon james. it’s a big issue for a lot of people, but especially me as i have to deal with so many women and men just wanting me.” he was rambling, but it kept his mind focused on something other than the creeping need for a hit that as threatening to overwhelm his brain. “i know many ways to keep warm that would also double as a new work out plan. it’s called sex.”

[asterkuhns-blog]

a breathy “hah” followed the scuffles from when he tripped; aster snuffed out a series of chuckles with the thin sleeve of her cardigan to spare him the embarrassment. when he mentioned the playful aspect of her offer, she reached for the zipper of her bag as she glanced up at him with a devilish smirk; her habit of playing into bits was unaffected by the tough winter months. “what exactly would you do with panties and no girl?” the blonde questioned while she half-heartedly and mindlessly rifled through the bag for any black pair to one-up him in this bit. she was certain that their joking wouldn’t end until she was in tears with a belly-ache from laughter; it was an amazing thing to keep feeling in spite of the harsh situation.

“i know you’re going to lose,” aster corrected him before she swayed to brush her shoulder against his bicep, “scrawny little man.” her fingers came up to poke at his skin with a grin spreading itself across her lips, “y’know, i think i could bench-press your weight and then some without breaking a  sweat because i was in a one-sided rivalry with ronda rousey.” she was deceptively strong, but that was a tad more than she was capable of.

[lennonjamesx-blog]

lennon shrugged, eyes following her movements as she ruffled through her bag. would she actually tug out some black panties? oh god. he had been entirely backed up lately and the sight alone would probably make him ruin his boxers. and then end up the laughing stock of wherever all these fucking people ended up. would the raiders find them there too? would they ruin another safe haven of theirs? lennon wasn’t one to linger on things too much. to worry. but his mother was nowhere to be seen and he had no idea if she even made it out. was she alive? dead? struggling along one of the four roads the town had spilled out onto? he shook the thoughts from his head for a moment and smirked hard after a second, eyeing the girl up. “wouldn’t you like to know, hmm? i can’t tell you all my secrets. otherwise i’ll never be able to surprise you again. you’ll know everything there is to know about me. and i enjoy being mysterious.”

“no, no, you’ve got it all wrong, aster. i’m going to win. you’re going to be so surprised when i win and you have to lug me all the way to the next town. i’m really excited though. i won’t have to walk anymore.” he would never actually make her carry him, though the sight would surely bring laughter to some people they passed on the road. which in turn, would only make him laugh even more. “ha! a one-sided rivalry, hey? well, come on, then. bench press me.” he paused and held his arms out somewhat, a lazy smirk on his lips. he was teasing, again. but it was oh so amusing.

[asterkuhns-blog]

her fingers were loose around the strap of her worn-out gym bag; an assortment of unwashed clothing and hunting knives were the only things she managed to gather before raiders found the cheyenne police department. aster decided an uzi and some khaled hosseini books weren’t worth her life; her previous experience with outsiders had left her unwilling to pursue the risk. “you know, i have some black panties we could use as a blindfold,” the blonde looked over at him with a suggestive perk of her brows. she continued after a moment of deliberation, “free of charge, but if you lose – when you lose i get a piggyback ride.”

lennon had become a friend; god knew how and god knew why. her reluctance to let people know her intimately was well-respected by him; they didn’t care to get to know each other. a name, a face, and hours of making bets were enough for them – it was light, almost peaceful when they were together and that was a gift aster could appreciate more than ever as they fled cheyenne.

[lennonjamesx-blog]

lennon tripped. he could blame it entirely on the uneven ground beneath them. or simply own up to the fact that the thought of having panties anywhere near his face was the best thought he had been given in ages. for a moment, he stared at her as though she was quite crazy for offering them up. before he snorted hard and rolled his eyes. she was joking. they were always joking. “ha. if you weren’t kidding, i would actually take you up on that offer. but in true lennon fashion, i wouldn’t be able to give them back in the end. they would then be my property and you’d be down a set of underwear.” he was only half joking. because he probably would steal her underwear in the end though more likely than not, it would be because he would accidentally put them in his pocket or something. 

“you think i’m going to lose? no. i’m going to win. and when i do, i get a piggyback ride. you’re really lucky i’m a scrawny little man because i won’t be too hard to lug around. pretty lucky we got stuck together, huh? neither of us will kill one another and we actually enjoy each others company.” it was strange, he had decided, to enjoy anyones company as of late. but she was funny and he loved it.

[lennonjamesx-blog]

@asterkuhns

“Listen,” Lennon followed along next to her eagerly, the boy practically bouncing. They had a long list of bets going already and he was happy to add onto it. They were all silly in the end, but they were keeping the air between them light and for the few people that had passed them, he was thankful. He wasn’t sure he could handle darkness after everything that had happened within the town. “I bet I could take down twenty walkers blindfolded with one arm behind my back.” 

He couldn’t and he knew it. But he was continuously eager to make himself look like the most incredible person around. Even if it was all for shits and giggles in the end. “That would be a sight, wouldn’t it? I’d actually pay to see myself do that.”

[lennonjamesx-blog]

[jasonadrelean]

“Hey, you alright there? You’re looking a little zoned out.”

[lennonjamesx-blog]

“Huh? Oh, no, yeah, m’fine. Totally fantastic. Look, do you have anything to trade?” 

[roxykiddos-blog]

“I have some at home, but I’ve been dying for an adventure.”

[lennonjamesx-blog]

“Adventures are the only fun thing left to do around here. C’mon.” Lennon tilted his head in the direction of a liquor store. It was probably picked through quite a bit by now, but he was eager to explore it still. There had to be something left over.

[matt-bernard-deactivated2016011]

“Alright, but if you ever change your mind I’ve got the jacket in my backpack.” Matt took a step into the deep snow and sighed. “It’d be nice to have like snow shoes to get through this foot deep snow.” 

[lennonjamesx-blog]

“Thanks, kid. That’s real kind of you. Looking out for little old me.” he reached out to pat Matt’s shoulder gently before shifting to trudge into the snow with him. It was so crunchy and deep and lame. “Wouldn’t it? That’d be amazing. I wonder if we can find a place that actually has some stashed away.”

[dove-debrow]

“I love you but you are so dramatic.” She said and kneeled down a bit. “Hop on small child.”

[lennonjamesx-blog]

“Excuse me, I am not dramatic. Nor am I a small child.” Lennon moved over and shifted to climb onto her back happily. “Lift me, actual child. Carry me.”

[roxykiddos-blog]

“We really should. Find some wine, drink to my brilliance.”

[lennonjamesx-blog]

“Exactly. Well, let’s go on an adventure, hmm? Find some wine.”

[roxykiddos-blog]

“Thank you, and I am proud. Very proud in fact.”

[lennonjamesx-blog]

“Well, well, well, good for you, hmm? We should really be celebrating you for your genius in these trying times.”

[dove-debrow]

“You want me to carry you out there?” Dove teased.

[lennonjamesx-blog]

“Uh, actually, if you’re offering, yes. Otherwise, I’ll probably die, Dove. And then you’ll be sad.”

[matt-bernard-deactivated2016011]

“If you want I can let you borrow an extra coat in my bag Lennon, I don’t really need it.”

[lennonjamesx-blog]

“Nah, It’s alright, Matt. I’m not really that cold. It’s just a matter of walking through this shit without falling flat on my ass, you know?”

[roxykiddos-blog]

“I guess you could say this is hell frozen over.”

[lennonjamesx-blog]

“Ha. Ha. Ha. That was really good, actually. That was amusing. You should be proud.”

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[lennonjamesx-blog]

Lennon groaned deeply as her hand vanished from his jeans, nose wrinkling slightly. She was too far at this point and he highly disliked it. After a moment, he shifted to push himself up. She was being a tease again and it was killing him. He leaned over to catch her lips once more, gently nudging the girl onto her back. 

If she didn’t want to stay, Lennon would never force her to. No matter how eager he was to have her. But he would do what he could to convince her. He crawled over her slowly and pressed one hand into the bed to hold himself up; the other sliding down over her hip and thigh slowly. Then he tilted it enough to sneak between them to pop the button on her jeans. 

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[lennonjamesx-blog]

Lennon shuddered slightly, hips shifting slightly into each of her own movements. He didn’t fall apart this easily for anyone else. But one touch or one brush or one kiss from Liz sent him spiralling and eager for more. It drove him half mad most days; always one to hate anything meaning anything beyond a simple kiss or fuck. 

His hand dragged lower then around slightly to give her ass a gentle squeeze, pressing her closer. He wanted every bit of her. Though he was half terrified she’d tug away from him again and leave him hanging. And aching. “Mmm...don’t go, hmm?” he murmured against her lips, tongue tangling lazily with her own once more.