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Wild Hornets | Tommy Miller x F!reader

Word Count: 7.9k Warnings: tooth aching fluff, p in v sex, oral f receiving, that's it I think. If I missed something let me know MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY. Summary: She is looking for peace, and she finds it in Jackson. A/N: I want to thank @mypoisonedvine for listening to me ramble on about this fic for several hours as I was writing it. I swear it's because of them that it go finished at all. Gif by NetworkLuna <;3 Please reblog if you like it! It would mean so much to me!

It’d been a long time since she’d seen anyone else, the roads were barren, even the hunters were few and far between. There were more infected near QZ’s than there were out beyond the large cities, never as many runners.. but it didn’t mean she didn’t have to be careful. Cutting through the woods she found herself overlooking at, what looked like, an abandoned cottage. Rough exterior, rotting wood, and vines overgrowing between each log. It was perfect, it’d do the job for now, and maybe she’d get to stay long enough to fix it up. Though a part of her felt like that might just be wishful thinking - it’d been a long time since she’d ever let herself do anything of the sort.

As she approached the cottage she checked the windows, pleased they were still intact. Making her way to the arched door attached to the old hinges, it looked recently repaired with the fresh coat of spray paint covering them.. either that or twenty years half touched it… which seemed unlikely. Suddenly on edge, she pushed the door open slowly, truly, she needed a place to sleep for the night at the very least but the concern now was that someone had had the same idea as her.

People were just as dangerous as the infected. Sometimes, they were worse. She’d seen the best, and worst of human beings. They often paraded themselves as kind, only to try to kill her when she wasn’t expecting it. So far, no one had succeeded – thankfully. As the door creaked shut behind her she froze, listening for any sign of life within. Nothing. Still, she moved from room to room making sure it was clear, checking closets and cabinets just to be sure. It wasn’t till she got to the last bedroom that she realized that someone had been here, quite recently. There were embers in that bedroom's fireplace, a cup of hot tea still sat on the bench. She backed up then turned to leave, she did not want trouble and that's all this could spell for her if she didn’t get the hell out of dodge now.

Click

She froze. The barrel of a gun pressed to her back she closed her eyes, “hey now… no need to be hasty.. I’m leavin’,” she spoke softly as she held her hands up. Not wanting to spook the person with the weapon, she’d been shot before and most certainly didn’t want a repeat. “I didn’t know anyone was here, I’ll just be on my way….”

“What do you want?” the male voice asked, a slight southern drawl enunciating his words.

“Was just looking for a place to rest … get out of the rain, wanted to dry out my socks and shoes… just for a few days,” she spoke gently as she closed her eyes trying to keep her wits about her. The funny thing is, when a gun is pressed to your back that's incredibly difficult – all she could do was hope he wasn’t trigger-happy or a creep.

The barrel of the gun left her back, he sighed, “you can stay, I was doin’ the same,” he mumbled as he moved around her then took his seat. It was then she got a good look at him, dark wavy hair fell just past his chin – he had a bit of facial hair - looked to be in his late thirties to mid-forties.

“Are you sure?” she asked him gently and he nodded motioning for her to have a seat, she didn’t hesitate. It’d been so long since she’d been comfortable enough with anyone, but he could have killed her – or worse, with ease. He had had the upper hand, he likely still did but she’d take any moment of rest she could get.

“Where you headed from?”

“Albany,” she sighed a bit then shook her head, "I swear just about every QZ has fallen, I’ve seen a lot of empty ones on my way here.”

He whistled then nodded, “Long way from home then," he sipped his drink again before continuing, "some lasted longer than others, some fell quick...guess it just depends on how strict they were or how bullheaded the people were. You've come a long way, should be proud of that.”

Looking at him she spoke her name and he lifted his eyes, “Tommy,” he gave a small smile then sighed, “You been alone this whole time?”

She shook her head, “was with a few people but they went their own ways about two weeks ago, haven’t seen anyone since. It’s kind of surprising how peaceful it is on the road, considering how bad it was when it all first started.”

“How old were you?” he asked her as he offered her a fresh cup of hot tea and she took it.

“Eleven,” she told him sighing a little, “was so scary because I didn’t know what was happening, my parents were divorced and I was with my mom. She made it but… she passed from a heart attack several years ago and my dad," she shrugged a bit not knowing where he was but knew he might be out there somewhere if he kept his wits about him.

“My sister is still alive that I know of, she moved with her husband north – we spoke via radio about… a year ago, she was safe then I’m assuming she is now too.”

“That's good...I’ve been in radio contact with my brother too. On and off for about...12 years,” he related to her as he thought about it. She sipped the tea and the flavors brought her back to a world where she didn't have to be so scared. Chamomile, green tea, and a hint of something.

“Honey?” she furrowed her brow and he smiled then nodded. “I haven’t had that in a long time.”

“I uh… I have a community not far from here I was just making rounds… you’re welcome to join us if you want. We’re not fireflies, we’re not cultists… just a community of people.” he assured her, and she wanted so badly to believe him but she was skeptical.. how else would he have honey though? She wasn’t sure, hell, she didn’t even know what went into harvesting honey.

Finishing off the drink, “I’d like to go,” she revealed to him softly, “you understand my reluctance, right?”

“Of course I do, hell, I know it sounds sketch at best everything has a price these days.” he told her shrugging a bit., “but I promise you it’s not whatever your mind is thinkin’ up. Lots of good people in Jackson, we’d love another set of hands.”

A part of her wanted to give in, but she was unsure. This could spell disaster if he was lying, but so far he seemed okay. “Can I think about it?”

“Of course,” he nodded, “no pressure – hell, you can stay here in this cottage as long as you want.”

Comforting. At least it settled those wild hornets in her stomach that was often her queue that something was very wrong. Hopefully this time they weren’t right. “I might do that… just for a while, how often do you come out here?” she queried as she finished off the hot tea then set the mug down.

“Every couple of weeks, just to make sure no clickers made their way this far. We usually run a whole group but it’s been pretty quiet lately so I decided to come on my own,” he explained with a small smile then rested his arms on his legs leaning forward. “This storm doesn’t seem like it's going to let up any time soon, get comfortable – let those shoes and socks dry by the fire you can rest on the bed.”

Tommy motioned behind him to the mattress and she looked at it, “Fancy sheets.”

He chuckled, “Brought’em from home, if you wanna wash up I’ve got some soap – the rain should be collecting in that barrel if you wanna take advantage of it.”

A laugh of disbelief escaped her, “that's a nonquestion, pretty please hand over the soap.” she gushed to him and he laughed fishing the bar out of his bag and tossing it to her. She caught it and then smiled a bit. “Won’t take me too long, I’ll be right back.”

The room adjacent to this one had a barrel with a gutter leading into it, she filled a basin with the water before stripping down to her tank top and underwear so she could wash up. Tossing the used water out the window every so often till she was clean. When she redressed a part of her wished she could have washed her clothes but she wasn’t going to push her luck – she’d just have to wash them later when Tommy left.

It was about an hour later when she returned, “I feel human again…. Thank you.” she spoke handing the soap back but he shook his head.

“Keep it, I have plenty more where that came from. Consider it a good faith gift,” he told her chuckling a little, “I remember washing up the first time after a long bit felt like heaven.”

“Something like it,” she replied then sighed setting her shoes and socks out by the fire before walking over to the mattress. She yawned tiredly before collapsing down onto it, groaning. “Oh man, this is fucking amazing… thank you, Tommy.”

“Don’t worry about it, rest. I’ll wake you up when dinner is done,” he told her and she hummed, already lost to the sound of the rain and her own exhaustion.

A gentle hand touched her shoulder shaking her awake, “Hey… cooked up some rabbit and some rice… figured you’d wanna eat. Could hear your stomach growling as I got cookin’.” he chuckled and she groaned in embarrassment.

“It’s been a while since I ate,” she admitted softly then wet her lips a little, “thanks, again… you’ve been so kind… I very much appreciate it.”

Tommy seemed to shrug it off, that seemed to be how he worked. Letting things go like water off a duck's back, and she wondered how he could feel so content giving things to a stranger. As she ate her food she sighed, closing her eyes - hell, it'd been nearly two days since she'd had any food. A part of her worried it might make her sick but she didn't concern herself with it for long. The food warmed her from the inside, and it made this whole trip worth it. Maybe she should go to Jackson, she could put in help there and make her own life - make friends… be safe.

"Whats Jackson like?" she queried softly as she lifted her eyes from the food to Tommy.

A small smile curved his lips, "well we have electricity from the dam, we have running water and hot water. We're expanding our growing fields, it's now two acres of grain everyone harvests that together, no one goes hungry but everyone pitches in if they can. Kids and the elderly do small tasks that they're able to handle; kids go to school after chores then can play the rest of the day."

"There are kids?" she whispered, she hadn't seen any in so long. Her community had been made up of mostly elderly people, and the cold just wasn't suiting them anymore, so they opted to go south. Though, she wasn't entirely sure that was the best idea, not with how fast the cordyceps seemed to spread down in the heat of the south.

"Yeah, not a lot of'em but there's enough," he revealed as he looked at her, his dark eyes holding an emotion she couldn't place - at least not one that had ever been directed at her. "A couple recently had a baby this year, a few more expecting in the coming months - we're safe. So, it breeds comfort amongst other things," he chuckled then shrugged a bit.

A small smile curved her lips, "what about you - do you have any kids?" she asked curiously and he shook his head.

"Never found the right one I suppose, maybe one day, got nothin' but time," he told her as he continued to eat his food. It seemed like he was content, not like he'd been scorned or if he was missin' someone. Part of this world was her not letting anyone get close enough for her to miss them. After her mother died she just didn't know if she could handle the loss of another loved one.

"Did..did you have anyone?" he asked cautiously and she shook her head.

"No, never let anyone get close enough - not really worth it with everything going on. Besides I had a hard enough time keeping myself alive, a kid? or a partner? Seemed like it'd cause me more stress than I'd need," she murmured thoughtfully as she wet her lips a little then set the plate to the side huffing out a deep breath.

She was going to Jackson with Tommy, there was no question about it.

The following morning she put on her dry socks and shoes, loaded up her bag then watched as Tommy moved around the room to gather his own things. It wasn't methodical in any sense of the word, he would constantly backtrack for things he forgot then stuff it haphazardly into his backpack. It was amusing to see how unorganized he was but she didn't say anything, it was a miracle he didn't lose his head even though it was attached.

"Ready?" he asked as he lifted his bag to his shoulder.

"As I'll ever be," she replied softly with a small smile. "How far is it?"

Tommy led her to the front door and out of the cottage before speaking, "not fair, probably about four miles. Tend to go further and further to look for infected so we can clear them out before they get close."

Couldn't knock that logic, hell she hadn't seen any infected in so long. She wondered if this area even had any, lots of burn piles but no living infected. Not even a screech or howl in the distance, the sound that truly haunted her nightmares. She took solace in the silence between them on the trip, as filling it might have made things weird. Forced conversation, was not really something she was into. She found herself admiring him, maybe it was just the close proximity of another human after so long. One that wasn't ancient and was quite handsome, well she was sure that played a part too. Forcing herself to look around every once in a while not wanting to get caught staring, it'd have been awkward, to say the least.

Four hours later they stood in front of a gate, huge metal and creaking as it opened. There he was greeted and he began to speak to a blonde woman then motioned to her; he seemed to be vouching for her. The woman nodded with a small smile before approaching her, "We're happy you decided to join us, we don't have many houses for singles these days but we're working on it… for now you can share with Tommy. He lives in a two-bedroom, and we'll get you some more clothes."

"Oh, okay thank you so much," she laughed a little then nodded, "what about work?"

"We'll worry about that later, give you some time to settle in." she explained to her reassuringly, "there is plenty of work to do, no need to rush into it. Though, is there anything you're interested in?"

She thought on it for a moment, "before all of this I liked being in the garden.

Maria smiled, "Perfect, we always need more help with the garden here. You'll be a welcome addition, in the meantime just relax and recoup from life out there for the rest of the week."

"Rest of? I don't even know what day it is… much less month…" she sighed a little.

"It's April fifteenth, twenty twenty-three," her eyes grew wide and she took a deep breath.

"I'm thirty one.." she murmured softly, "well, not yet… but almost,"

"Go rest, trust me you'll feel better for it," Maria told her and she nodded then looked over to where Tommy called her name. She walked over to him and he smiled leading her down one of the roads.

He cleared his throat, "we live just here on Jenkins," he explained to her, "first house on the left." The house was a grey color, nothing spectacular. It was small but held a certain charm to it, it looked well cared for. It most certainly had been recently patched up, some of the wood looked newer than others. The railing on the porch was hand carved then screwed in place certainly giving it a rustic vibe she'd not seen in the QZ. Inside the floors looked smooth, probably with some kind of sealant on them to prevent them from rotting. Removing her shoes at the door like he did, she took in the space that was now hers as well as his.

"Feel free to help yourself to a hot shower," he encouraged her, "I know after mine I'm going to lay in bed for a bit. Those runs always get the best of me," he huffed at the thought. He could've been out there longer for all she knew, she'd only known him less than twenty-four hours.

Placing a hand on his arm forcing him to look at her, "Thank you, Tommy…pretty sure you saved my life." Even though the act of him bringing her to Jackson was one he'd probably done before with other people; it brought warmth to her. This kindness was unlike anything she'd experienced outside of her immediate family. With them gone, well, she didn't have a whole lot to look forward to.

Tommy shook his head in response, "Nah, just…doin' what's right…never wanna leave someone behind when I can help them. For all the trouble I caused in the beginning, it's the least I can do."

Definitely curious about the trouble he had apparently caused - she didn't ask. It was bad enough he felt the need to help everyone he could, making up for wrongdoings she was sure - they all had them, and no one's hands weren't bloodied in this world. She motioned to the stairs with her hand, "yeah, upstairs to the right is your room, the shower is connected there… we share a bathroom," he told her smiling, it was almost cheeky and she wondered what kind of trouble ( the good kind ) he had gotten up to before the outbreak.

"I'll be quick," she called as she made her way up the stairs and she swore he watched her the whole way. Brushing off the tingling over her skin she walked into the bathroom before realizing she didn't have any clean clothes. She opened the door making a startled noise when Tommy stood there with a small pile of clothes.

"Just some sweats and tee shirt to tide you over till we get you something better. Maria will be by with a good set of options for you before the day is out for sure," he offered a boyish smile as she took the soft clothes.

"Thanks... I was, just about to ask," she admitted to him and he nodded before stepping back. God, she'd never get those dark brown eyes out of her mind now. She shut the door breaking into a small awkward smile of her own, what the hell was she doing - never had she been this stiff around another person before. If washing in the basin had been nice, this was downright orgasmic. The feeling of hot water on her skin was a rare occurrence in the QZ, hell, once a month if she was lucky. The dirt swirled down the drain and she didn't stop till it ran clear, by then she knew she looked like a different person.

She wiped the mirror when she exited the shower, looking over the foreign plains of her face. This was the part she hated, how she never seemed to recognize herself anymore. Always seemed to look like she was looking through a window, rather than a mirror. Exhaling deeply she dried off and used the lotion that was in the cabinet before getting dressed. Tommy's clothes were big on her, but she didn't mind it was cozy. Taking her dirty clothes up off the floor she walked out of the bathroom and dropped them next to her bedroom door unsure what to do with them.

Looking around the nearly empty room she couldn't help but wonder who this all belonged to before things went south. The bed was a full one, it had yellow sheets and a green comforter with white polka dots. In the window there were lace or some kind of thin cotton curtains hung blocking the view from outside, but the way the sun filtered through reminded her of her childhood room. It was a narrow room, barely fitting her own full mattress in there with windows high up on the walls - curtains never fitting it properly. The colors were the same, the white walls and green comforter that she'd picked out with her mother.

The silence of this room filled a void with memories she'd been long trying to stuff down, she covered her face with her hands taking deep breaths. Soothing the ache she felt that her mother would never experience this kind of peace, the world was unfair but it had been unfair to her long before then. A knock on the door caused her to turn as it opened, she wiped her eyes quickly but she saw concern etched into Tommy's face once he noticed.

"Everything okay?" he asked softly, but she shook her head a little before sniffling. Tommy moved close to her rubbing her arm gently, "It's gonna be alright… I know it's a lot."

"I just keep thinking about my mom… how it's so unfair she didn't get to see this," she whispered then clenched her eyes closed before shaking her head to push the thoughts away. It was all she knew how to do, but the warmth of his hand was comforting. Hell, the last time someone had touched her had been when she got the butt end of a rifle to face, not quite as comforting as this was.

He moved closer, rubbing her back gently. "She'd be happy knowing you're safe. You can honor her memory here however you like. If we have the means to, I'll even help." The genuine words from his mouth made her suck in a few rapid breaths to stop herself from crying.

"Can…can I give you a hug? I think you need it," he murmured gently.

Without hesitation, she nodded, and she was enveloped in his arms. She clutched onto him her face buried into his chest, eyes closed. He was so warm, it caused skin prickles up and down her spine. She needed this much more than she realized, hell, she didn't even know how long they'd stood there as he rubbed her back. He hadn't said a word, but part of her thinks he needed this too.

"Thank you," she murmured, pulling out of his embrace looking him in the eyes. "You were right… I did need it…don't know how long…" trailing off but he got the point.

"Anytime, I mean it…" he reassured her, "you come to me and I'll hug you as long as you want." again that cheeky smile formed on his face making him look twenty years younger.

That night she cooks dinner for the both of them, he'd gone out and gotten them some pork, potatoes, some fresh bread, and a host of seasonings that had been crafted up for his kitchen. It had been delicious, there wasn't much room for talking. Both of them were still quite tired, and she didn't even really know what to say. Hell, they'd done just about all the talking they could while in the cottage.

Maria had let herself in and smiled. "I have about a weeks worth of clothes here for you, when it gets cooler we'll make sure you have all the things you'll need to stay warm." The backpack was stuffed to the brim, and she wasn't sure what she'd do with all that. "this bag has shoes, sneakers and repaired boots, a few pairs of socks I'll get you more of those tomorrow."

"Wow…" she murmured, the abundance of items that she was being given was just not what she was used to. "thank you, so much…"

"Don't worry about it. Tomorrow Tommy is going to give you the grand tour and you'll meet some people."

Tommy nodded in agreement, "It'll be good for you to know your way around, but everyone here is nice you don't gotta worry about much. If you get lost just ask for help," he told her.

At a loss for words, all she could do was nod to the plans for the following day. It was easy to see they had a way about how they accepted new people, and she knew she likely wouldn't be going on scoutings or on watch for several weeks - if not months. The kindness they had bestowed on her was worth the wait for such a task, she didn't want to make them regret bringing her to Jackson.

"Great, I'll leave you two to dinner… welcome to Jackson," Maria beamed at her before she walked out the front door. When it latched shut she exhaled a bit, not realizing she'd been holding her breath.

"she makes me nervous," she admitted sheepishly making Tommy burst out laughing, his head tilted back as he covered his mouth.

He sighed before nodding then laughing weakly, "me too," which caused her own laughter to fill the room. Something she hadn't felt in a long time was happiness, but for some reason, Tommy managed to pluck it right out of her. The little crinkles beside his eyes as he smiled, the sound of his laugh vibrating off the walls, he was easy to talk to. Easy to be around in general and she hoped that never changed.

They'd both gone to bed around the same time, after washing dishes and brushing her teeth - which felt foreign but so good. Falling into bed covering herself with the green comforter, it was like lights out. Well, until the thunderstorm rolled through and she swore she heard the sound of a clicker. Sitting straight up in bed she looked around the room, the only light being sourced from outside with every flash of lightning. Her heart rattled against her rib cage, she hated thunderstorms. Getting up she lit a few candles in her room to get rid of the dark corners, the ones that kept forcing images of the monsters she was so afraid of.

Time had passed, and the candles were getting lower but the rain still powered on. Something she didn't know was possible. The door to her room creaked open, and she saw Tommy with a concerned expression again. "Storm woke me up," she spoke to him and he nodded a little as he walked over setting his candle down on her bedside.

"Do you want me to stay with you? Or are you okay?" he asked as he sat on the edge of the bed.

For a moment she thought about it then looked at her hands as she fiddled with the corner of the blanket, "could you stay?" she asked him with furrowed brows. "Just till it stops?"

Tommy offered a small smile before nodding, he got up blowing out the candles. She scooted over so he had room to lay next to her, she pulled the blanket over them then sighed. He rolled onto his side putting his arm around her, and for once she didn't feel scared. Tommy caged her against him and she gave in with her face against his chest - the warmth and security that came from him was the driving factor in her falling asleep in exactly five minutes.

Neither of them moved for the next eight hours. Both of them had had the best sleep of their entire lives, and she wasn't sure she wanted to go back to sleeping alone after that.

A week had passed since her arrival in Jackson, and she spent a good majority of her time in the garden or the greenhouse. There was a big shortage of workers there, and she rather enjoyed it. Five hours a day there, and then she was able to do whatever her heart desired. Though she did ask around if they needed help elsewhere, it brought her peace to know the few things she learned in the QZ and gave her an edge here in Jackson. Learning how to fix things on the fly was the only way since FEDRA wouldn't be giving anyone anything.

At home, the friendship between her and Tommy had only grown. In fact, it had grown so much that they now cuddled in her bed every night. Neither of them slept great when the other was away, whenever he had watch she'd lay in bed and read till he got home. It wasn't lost on her how domestic it was, but nothing had happened, but it didn't stop her from wanting something too. Tonight when he crawled into bed they had the windows cracked to let a breeze in, the shorts she wore really helped her stay cool and they were only covered with a flat sheet. The comforter was just too much these days, even if it was only into April.

"Patricia asked about you today," he told her as he laid back in the bed while she read her book.

Humming she turned to look at him, "Oh? what'd she ask about?" she queried before putting a piece of paper in between the pages to mark her spot.

"Something about wanting you to meet her son properly," he smirked a little causing her to roll her eyes. "Yeah, said you two would be a great match."

Making a face she sighed, "Her son is weird, can't put my finger on it but he's just strange. Definitely not my type," she asserted as she looked at him from where he was laying. His hands were under the back of his head, "what did you tell her?"

"I'd let you know," he cackled making her groan.

"You're supposed to tell her I'm emotionally unavailable," she whined then shoved him playfully but he caught her hand and pulled her close to him.

"Whys that?" he asked as he looked at her, a crooked smile forming on his lips.

"You know why," she whispered as she looked at him and he nodded pressing a kiss to the palm of her hand then placing it over his chest.

"I know," he murmured, "I want to hear you say it though." He was notorious for teasing, it was clear only after a few days of being there that it was just an integral part of his personality. He'd even gone about tickling the hell out of her one night when she teased him back, and she'd say she hated it - but that'd be a lie.

Chewing on the inside of her cheek she took a deep breath, "because I don't want anyone else, I want you." she murmured and she swore his eyes lit up like the fourth of July. It brought the heat to her face and she looked away unable to meet his eyes as they burned into her skin. Her heart thudded in her chest as he pulled her down turning her face back to his. He caught her lips with his own, she gasped against his mouth then relaxed as his lips moved on hers.

She'd be lying if she said she hadn't imagined this, fuck, she'd imagined it more often than would be right to admit. Only knowing him for a week and wanting him to touch her in ways that might be considered sinful if she were religious. When they parted he stroked her cheek gently before speaking, "ain't no one ever made me feel like this… like we got some.. magnetic bond or something," he murmured as he looked into her eyes.

"I thought it was one sided but…" she trailed off causing him to shake his head, "I didn't want to ruin whatever this was."

Tommy grunted, "never, even if you hadn't felt the same.. I'm not goin' no where. Stuck with me.."

"Wouldn't really call it stuck," she murmured with a small smile curving her lips as she laid down next to him. He leaned over capturing her lips again, his hand sliding down her back pulling her thigh over his hip. A soft sigh escaped her when he pulled back again, "we should slow down… right?"

"If you want to," he murmured reassuringly, and she nodded in confirmation. She hadn't been with anyone in over ten years, and that alone scared her to think that it might be like losing her virginity all over again. With him being so much older she assumed he had a wealth of more experience than she did. It took her an hour to fall asleep that night, but she didn't wake until morning when Tommy moved to get out of bed and their day began like it had for the last week.

Coming home early from her shift at the garden, it didn't need much work right now. They were mostly seedlings and root vegetables that would need to be pulled by the end of May. She'd gotten some stew from the big kitchen and some mashed potatoes to go with it for dinner; blessing whoever had killed that hog because the meat was coming in use more than anything else.

"Got us a movie!" Tommy called as he walked in with a grin on his face, he approached her pressing a kiss to her cheek making her smile.

"What is it?" she asked him curiously as she looked at the DVD in his hand.

"The Others… came out in like 2001 I think… never saw it," he shrugged a little, "but Derek said it was good, scary but good."

"Scary?" she sighed then whined as she handed him his plate, "I don't handle scary well."

"I'll protect you," he grinned at her, "don't worry so much. We'll eat then cuddle up on the couch to watch it."

"Fine, but if I just hide my face the whole time it's your fault."

"As long as you're next to me," he grinned at her setting his plate on the dining table, "This smells good, been smellin' it all day. My stomach hasn't stopped growling."

"Mine either, I could smell it all the way in the green house," she huffed, "just happy to not have to cook tonight."

They ate in relative silence, with a few comments here and there but mostly they just relished in being comfortable with each other's presence. When she finished eating she washed the dish then headed to get a few drinks set up for their movie night then a blanket. With her vague memory of how to even work a DVD player, she managed to get to the main menu as he walked into the room. "I got it!" she proclaimed before standing to go sit on the couch.

"These things work just like new, found'em in boxes in a truck outside of Salt Lake City," he murmured to her as he sat next to her. He fixed the blanket over their legs then hit play as she got comfortable nestled in his side.

Turns out the movie was terrifying. Not a lot more to say about it than that other than the fact that Tommy reveled in the fact that he got to hold her close the whole damn time. She wasn't as happy with how scared she was, even before the infection she hated scary movies. Luckily, now she had Tommy.

"This is so, so stupid," she huffed as she looked at the screen. "How could you do this to me?"

A laugh escaped him and he put his arms around her, "it's not that bad it's more psychological than real horror," he comforted her kissing the top of her head as he rubbed her legs that were in his lap. He rubbed her thigh gently to comfort her but all he managed to do was send her mind spiraling, his hands were rough from his time spent in this world. It evoked some kind of emotion in her that had been all too common lately, especially when he gave her those cheeky smiles. The sensation shot right between her legs and she hated herself for it. When the movie ended she continued to hold onto him, he didn't seem to mind so much. In fact, he took it as a moment to bring his lips to hers.

Soft. Sensual. All-encompassing. That's what his affection was, his fingers dug into her thighs forcing a whimper to escape from her lips. She'd never wanted anything so bad as she did him, he was more than willing every time she initiated anything. He moved his hand from her thigh to cup her face, he leaned her back on the couch and moved over her. His lips not once leaving her own. They adjusted her legs so he could comfortably lay between them, neither of them could help but grind against the other.

"Fuck," he whispered softly then trailed his lips down her neck, "god that feels so good." His breath on her skin as he grinned her thighs rocking his hips into hers slowly, murmuring words she couldn't hear because she was too far gone. Soft moans and whimpers escaped her, but he never stopped talking. "Is this okay, sweetheart?" he asked gently causing her to nod.

"Can we go upstairs?" she asked him gently, and he cursed before nodding.

"Fuck yeah we can," he murmured reluctantly climbing off her and helping her to her feet. They both seemed to take two steps at a time, and he'd pulled her shirt off by the time they go to the room.

"M'gonna be real honest…if you want this I'm gonna have to take care of you first 'cause there is no way in hell I'm lasting longer than a few minutes."

A smile broke out on her face as she pushed her hands under his shirt, "If you think I'm going to last longer than a few minutes then you're sorely mistaken," she murmured then removed his shirt tossing it to the floor before kissing him again. Tommy grasped at her hips then led her to the bed, only stopping when the backs of her legs hit the mattress. Helping her lay down he grinned as he pulled the sweats down her legs revealing the cotton underwear, he swore softly then pressed open-mouth kisses to her abdomen as he hooked his fingers into her underwear pulling them down too.

"Fuck, sweetheart, look at you," he murmured softly swiping his thumb over her damp folds, "is this okay?"

The question was asked but she barely heard it, "yes, Tommy.. fuck.. don't stop," she whimpered as he pushed her legs open. He dove straight him his tongue between the folds and a moan choked in her throat, her fingers threading his hair as he flicked his tongue over the bunder of nerves. She was certain everyone on the block knew what was happening but couldn't bring herself to care, she was on the verge of seeing stars and never wanted it to stop.

He sunk a digit into her then moaned against her at how wet she was, grinding his hips against the mattress to alleviate some pressure. "m' so close," she gasped bucking her hips, he doubled his efforts. He knew that not being touched for a while would definitely make her more sensitive this time but he planned on ruining her for all others. Tommy figured it might be selfish but he didn't care. The sounds of her pleasure echoing off the wall, paired with the heady taste of her in his mouth he was close to cumming just by default. He knew once he was inside her he'd last an embarrassing three minutes before it was over. Then he felt it, on his fingers first, the fluttering and then the vocal silence as her body arched off the bed, he shoved her back down and captured her clit between his lips sucking to ride her through the peak of her orgasm.

She tapped his arm gently and he lifted his head, she was covered in sweat just like him. "So sensitive," she whispered as he rubbed his thumb over her clit again with a grin.

"Do you want me to stop? I want one more," he murmured as he curled it with the digit causing a whine to escape her. Her thighs trembling at the thought.

"Don't think I can," she whispered honestly.

"Guess I'm not doing my job right if you can think then, one more," Tommy nodded then lapped at the swollen bundle before moving his fingers in her again. He knew he'd never tire of her sounds, and she felt as if she were on could nine - her body taking flight to the heavens as his tongue worked its magic on her. Something told her this was the kind of trouble he'd gotten up to before the infection; she couldn't help but feel jealous.

"Fuck," she gasped feeling it build, he could too, the way his eyes would look up at her every once in a while took her breath away. They were a dark abyss with no end in sight with how blown out they were, what she wouldn't give to have him in his mouth begging the way she was. It pushed her over the edge and she felt as if she were on another plane of existence, her body trembling, twitching as soft whines and whimpers escaped her.

"Good girl,' he whispered then crushed his mouth to hers rubbing his clothed lower half against her, "fuck you did so good, sweetheart so fucking beautiful," he murmured gently then nibbled on her neck. "we can stop here if you want…"

"Fuck….Tommy, I'm not stopping till you come in me," she whispered softly, her hands cupping his face, "Take me how you want…I won't break."

All sense of control seemed to leave Tommy as he flipped her over onto her stomach, he removed the rest of his clothes not daring to touch his cock. It was red and needy for release, hell, the sight she got of it made her gasp - he was bigger than she expected. Though, she truly didn't know what was normal these days. The feel of him sliding between her folds almost sent her again but she gained some strength parting her thighs as he slowly pressed himself inside of her.

The sound that left him was unholy, and the fact that it was right in her ear caused her to tighten around him, "oh don't do that," he whispered softly then slowly rocked his hips, "want to enjoy this, fuck you feel so good.. I ah… fuck," he gasped as he began to thrust faster and harder into her. Each snap of his hip drove them both more and more toward their end. Her whimpers gasps that matched his, his whines buried in her neck as he bottomed out with every thrust.

"Like fucking heaven, so good for me.. all for me," he murmured as he worked his length into her, but he felt her walls fluttering again and her body trembled as she came for the third time and he lost it. He saw white coating his vision as he twitched inside her coating her walls with his release.

"So, good Tommy.. so fucking good," she gasped quietly as she pressed herself further back against him as he did his best to bury himself as deep as he could.

Tommy eventually pulled from her then grunted as he rolled her over looking at her fucked out expression, stroking her cheek. "You okay?" he whispered lightly.

"Leaking out," she whispered making a face.

He sucked his teeth then shook his head, "can't have that," he murmured shoving what he could of his cum back inside her.

"Are you okay though?" he asked her softly, and she nodded. He kissed her softly then stroked her neck. "Ya' never getting rid of me now, you know that right? Not ever."

"Guess that's fair since you're not gettin' rid of me ever either," she told him softly as she looked at him then smiled a little bit. "Does this mean you'll tell Patricia that I'm not interested in her son?"

"Yeah, figure we can tell everyone in our own way," he murmured as he walked over to the dresser to grab a hand towel to clean her up.

A laugh escaped her, "You mean if they didn't hear us tonight?"

"Exactly," he murmured then kissed her knee gently as he parted her legs to gently wipe her. "You should do the thing girls do after, don't want you to get sick."

"Mhm, in a minute," she murmured tiredly, "just till my legs work again,"

A prideful smile curved his lips as he looked at her, "I'm never gonna get enough of you, and this weekend we're going to have the work on my stamina that was pathetic."

"Can't wait,' she murmured as she sat up and brought his lips to hers. The dark eyes belonged to her now, his lips, his smiles, all hers. Something about it felt surreal, and she knew somewhere if heaven was real that her mother was happy she found someone who evoked such peace in her. Tommy saved her in more than one way, and some might think it a savior complex but hell before he even offered up Jackson he was good company, he didn't kill her and she liked those dark eyes of his. She'd fought for too long for people to try to take this for her, hell, she was sure he felt the same way.

The following morning everything was still, the world was still going but she felt more at peace than she had in years. He slept next to her on his back, and she smiled kissing his cheek softly then his lips. "If we don't get up now we'll be late," she whispered and he grunted cursing softly.

"Yeah, I know," he murmured gently, "you feelin' okay?"

"Little sore, but I'm fine…" she nestled into his chest closing her eyes content as he rubbed her back gently. "I'll get used to it."

He grunted, "Lets… not go there I'd rather not be on watch for six hours hard as fuckin' granite." The laugh that erupted from her made a huge smile break on his face, she couldn't help but wanted to see it so she turned to look at him.

"You're so beautiful, Tommy."

"should be the one sayin' that to you," he looked at her with an amused expression, the corner of his mouth quirked upwards at the comment.

"Well, no ones stopping you…" she bit back teasingly, her hand rubbing his chest affectionately.

"You're so beautiful, sweetheart, damn i don't deserve you…"

She hummed, shrugging - "Not even wild hornets could keep me away," she told him pressing her mouth to his.