The Connection

I knocked with no response. After a moment I opened the door and peeked in. The room had a black mat floor that squished slightly beneath my feet, there was a treadmill and elliptical on the far wall, medicine balls and cowbell weights on the left along with a rack filled with hand weights. To the right, closer to the door was a rack of weight disks and in front of the door was a weight bench, in the far right corner was one of the big home gym bowflex styled machines.

Emmett was laying down on the weight bench. Pressing a bar with what appeared to be around 125lbs worth of weight on each side. He grunted softly as he pressed the bar up 5 more times. I leaned against the door frame and watched him with a grin. He had on black basketball shorts and a red and grey tank top. I could see a cord running from his pocket to his ears, a large water bottle sat beside him.

He set the bar back up on its posts and breathed heavily for a moment before raising up to a sit. When he looked up to me he seemed startled but then smiled. Plucking the headphones from his ears and wrapping the cord around his neck, I shifted my head slightly, flicking hair from my face. It had begun to dry and fell lazily around my shoulders and face.

He looked me up and down. "You clean up well." He said with a wink.

"It's amazing what a shower can do after 10 weeks on baby wipes." I said laughing. I looked around the room and then to Emmett, sweat glistened off his rippled arms. He brushed his hand over his face then wiped his hand on his pants.

"What's up Tiny?" he asked, mocking Russell's voice, I giggled and shook my head.

"I just wanted to say thank you." I responded, "For inviting me to come with you. You could have just left me, but I am really glad you asked me to come with."

He shrugged his shoulders, "It's the least we could do." He said softly, he took a swig from the water bottle beside him, "We both felt really bad about the whole, shooting down your door, thing." He looked back up at me, running his eyes over my body again, they fell on my face initially, but then peered down to my chest and stomach, than down my legs. I smirked.

"Is there any way I can thank you?" I asked.

He shook his head, stood, and began to unload the plates on his weight bar. "No, like I said, we really owe you after messing up your vibe. Plus we both agreed it'd be nice to have another person in the bunker, it gets lonely…" he looked back up to me, once again, scouring his eyes down my body, he bit his lip gently and turned away from me. "Dad never came back the day the outbreak started. We went and looked for him but no luck. Russ was here but he is incapacitated until we can cut his cast off." He went to the other side of the weight rack to begin unloading that one. "So it'll be nice to have someone to help us with the chores and keep us company, we kind of all get enough of each other since we all have always been together."

"I understand…" I said as I watched him unload the weights and hang them back on their respective places. I couldn't get enough of watching his muscles flex beneath his skin, his shirt clung to his chest and stomach. I adjusted in the doorway slightly, letting the door close behind me, and leaned back against it. After he was done he sat on the edge of the weight bench, taking a swig of the water bottle.

"Emily and I both agreed it will be awesome having you around, she really likes you already."

"Well I'm glad." I laughed. A pause fell over us, Emmett smiled up at me as he drank from his water once again.

I took a deep breath and swallowed hard, looking over him.

"So…" I started, steeling my nerves as he looked up to me, his bright green eyes shimmered in the white light of the room, "Would that statement of you saying there was lots of 'some's you want apply if I said I wanted the same thing?"

He smirked, looking surprised, "What's that supposed to mean?"

I shrugged with a sly smile, "I just figured, we are both here, both wanting some… I figured why not?" I bit on my bottom lip as I fluttered my eyes his smile grew, he licked his lip.

"Don't tempt me with a good time, Satine." He said, his eyes became more devilish as he looked me up and down once more, "You may not be able to handle it."

"I can handle more than you think." I countered. He sat up straighter now, still looking me over, puzzling out his next words carefully.

He beckoned a finger at me, "lock the door and come here then." He said, his lips curling into a flirtatious smile.

I clicked the lock shut behind me and tiptoed to him slowly. He reached up to me, catching my waist in his hands and pulling me to him. He let one hand trail down the back of my leg, the other circled my left buttock. His left hand curled around the back of my leg, running down and then back up underneath my long grey shirt, he gripped tightly at the back of my leg as if wanting to pull me closer.

He looked up to me expectantly. I leaned down, steadying my left hand on his shoulder. My other hand cupped his cheek, turning his face up to me. I laid my lips on his, his grip on my leg tightened again. He bit gently at my lower lip breathing heavily into me. His left hand left my leg suddenly, and then I felt his finger rub gently over my panties. After a moment his finger hooked into the side of my panties, pulling them to the side his finger finally touched me unhindered by the thin black fabric. I felt myself soaking his finger as he rubbed. When his finger penetrated me I released our kiss with a sudden sigh, leaning into him as he fingered me.

"oh…" he said softly into my ear, "You're so tight." He hooked his finger slightly into my gspot, I shivered. "And so wet and sensitive…" he added. I sighed, unable to speak through his gentle strokes. He pulled his finger from me, placed it to his lips and licked my juice from his finger. He then used his hands to push my t-shirt over my stomach. He kissed my stomach, circling his tongue around my belly button, one hand trailed up my shirt, placing itself around one breast, pinching at my nipples gently. "And you taste so good…" he whispered into my skin. He then brought his hand down, and pushed his hands into the band of my panties, pushing them down just enough for him to gain access to me. He adjusted and fell to his knees before me. Kissing down my stomach he pressed his lips into me, I could feel his tongue massage into me. He used one finger to penetrate me again, I shivered having to use his shoulders to keep myself from tipping as my legs grew weaker. His tongue played with me longingly, he flicked and splayed his tongue against me as I shook.

He took one hand and guided my panties further down my legs until I stepped out of them. He shifted again, pulling himself back up to the bench as he licked his lips. He put his legs between mine and pulled me until I was standing over his lap. He pulled at the front of his shorts until his cock started to become visible. As he pulled I was taken aback by how large he was, as his pants came down he rubbed himself in his hand. I watched it twitch and the tip glistened with pre-cum. He tangled his fingers into a long strand of hair and pulled gently until my lips met his again. I could taste myself on his lips. He used his other hand to pull my legs closer to him then grabbed his cock and rubbed it gently against the lips of my pussy. "Ready?" he asked. I struggled to nod as I reached for his lips again, wanting more of his kiss. He used one hand to pull my shirt, bundling it within his palm around my back and them using his arm to pull me down.

As his cock began to penetrate me I let out a loud sigh, covering my mouth with my hands as it stretched me.

"Everything is sound proof." He whispered into my ear as he guided himself deeper into me. "Make all the noise you want."

"I…" I couldn't form the words I wanted to say, the deeper his cock pushed into my pussy the fuzzier my brain got.

"You what?" he asked forcefully, a second passed and I still couldn't think, "Is it too much?" he growled into me. He pumped and I cried out shaking my head. When he hit the end of me he moaned. "You're so fucking tight…"

"You're… so… big…" I sighed as I tried to adjust to his size. It felt as though it were tearing me, but the longer he sat, twitching inside of me the more I wanted him to keep going. "Mmm-ah…"

He pumped into me a few times, letting his cock hit me at the end. He bit gently at my lip as he did. He broke from me and took a deep breath.

"Let's go to my room…" he said as he pulled himself out of me. He pulled his shorts back around his waist, hardly hiding his thick cock. He reached down and grabbed my panties from the floor below me, along with his water bottle. He took my hand and led me back to the door, unlocking it he peeked out. The TV had gone dark and it was silent in the living room. We both tiptoed down the hall, peeking around the corner, Emily and Russell seemed to have retired for the night. We walked quietly and quickly through the kitchen to the door at the other side. As he pushed through I was hit by a pleasant robust smell. The room was dimly lit by a lamp and I could make out a modern manly styled room in dark greys and black. The king sized bed was covered in a dark grey and black striped comforter.

As the door clicked shut behind us Emmett kicked of his shoes and locked the door behind me then turned to me quickly, pulling me back into his arms he knelt slightly and hoisted me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his shoulders, as he walked to the bed kissing me longingly. He dropped me to the bed, ripped off his shirt and yanked his pants down. His cock sprang back to life, he took it in his hand and rubbed it as he kicked his pants off. He let himself go and reached for the hem of my shirt, sliding his hands beneath it and over my stomach and chest. He helped guide my shirt off of me, pulling my hair up over my head with it. He leaned down and kissed me, then trailed down my neck and chest, nipping gently at one nipple and then the other as his hand reached back down to my pussy. He sucked on my nipple, teasing it with his teeth ever so slightly. I arched myself into him, wanting his cock in me again.

"Are you okay with me being rough?" he asked as his lips broke away from my nipple. He looked up to me and I nodded, digging my fingers into his hair.

"Yes." I sighed. "I like it rough."

"If it's too much say pineapple." He ordered.

"Okay." With that he crawled over me into the bed, taking his cock and forcing it deep inside me I cried out in pleasure. He tangled his fingers into my hair and pressed his lips to mine, engulfing me in his arms. He began to pump slowly at first. But with every pump he picked up his pace until his cock was slamming into me. He raised up and sat back on his knees, pulling my bottom to him and placing my legs on his chest. He kissed the sole of my right foot nibbling on the edge, it made my entire leg tingle in pleasure. He pushed himself back into me. Wrapping one arm around my legs to keep them on his chest he used the other hand to rub his thumb into my clit. I cried out, gripping the blanket tightly in my hands as I threw my head back into the bed. When I looked to him his head was thrown back, his eyes rolled back in his head, and he grunted with each thrust. After a few minutes he fell down on top of me, kissing me feverishly. His hand wrapped around my neck, squeezing the sides of my throat. He pumped hard into me, nipping at my lower lip. My head spun with oxygen deprivation, I allowed my eyes to roll back and I allowed him to use me as he pleased. Every 15 to 20 seconds he would release my neck, allowing me to take in a deep breath and then he would squeeze again and pound himself into me until the next breath. He bit down on my shoulder, sucking and kissing at the crest of my shoulder.

After a moment he slowed, and took his hand from my neck "Turn around." He ordered as he pulled his cock from inside me. I kicked my legs to the side and shifted onto my stomach. He forcefully grabbed my waist pulling my bottom into the air for him. He then laid his arm down my back, grabbing my hair into his hand he pulled my head up while simultaneously pressing my body into the bed, forcing my back to arch to him. He pressed his himself back into me, at this new angle I couldn't help but scream out.

"Emmett!" I cried, he paused deep inside me, leaning over he kissed at my shoulder blade, biting into my skin, sucking the skin on my shoulder into his mouth.

"What baby?' he growled into me, he kissed my ear lobe, "Want me to stop? You have to tell daddy the magic word."

Daddy huh?

"No Daddy! No, please don't stop!" I begged, "Please fuck me harder!" he moaned excitedly, hearing me beg for him to keep going made his thrusts harder.

"God you are so sexy …" he whispered through his grunts, still kissing and biting at my shoulder. I could feel his elbow digging into my lower back. He suddenly released my hair and raised up, placing both hands on my waist and pulling me into him so his thrusts were harder. I tried to rock back with him but he pulled me to whichever rhythm he wanted and he was too strong to even make a difference to it.

He leaned down again. "Are you ready for me to cum?" he staggered between pumps.

"Yes!" I cried, "Please fill me…" I begged, "Make me your cum slut…"

He groaned with happiness, "My cum slut huh?" he asked, "You're going to be my little cum dumpster now, Right?"

"Yes!"

"Tell daddy you're going to be his cum dumpster!" he ordered in a growl.

"I want to be your cum dumpster Daddy! Please fill me full of cum!" I begged him, he leaned down into me, reaching his hand around he fingered at my clit, the new angle that his cock hit sent a tingle through my whole body. "Can I please cum with you daddy?" I begged.

"I want you to cum around my thick cock…" he moaned, "Squeeze that tight pussy around daddy's big cock." He whispered into my ear.

"I'm going to cum!" I cried as I arched my back more. The tingling sensation grew until it began to ripple from my stomach, my head went numb and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. I tried to push myself back further for more, his strokes became more frantic and short, he suddenly groaned loudly, falling into me, pressing his finger into my clit.

"I'm cumming!" he groaned into my ear. He bit down into my shoulder harder than before and I felt his cock began to twitch, his abdomen spasmed against my back with each twitch and his body flexed. "Ah… ah…" his low groans were followed by soft sighs. And then heavy breaths. He then pulled himself out of me slowly. Sitting back on his haunches. I turned slightly to look up at him but his face was turned up to the ceiling.

He suddenly looked down to me. Scanning his eyes over my naked body he searched my face. "Are you okay?" he asked. I nodded with a sly smile

"More than." I responded. He leaned down and kissed me sweetly, cupping his hand over my cheek. He then kissed my other cheek, nuzzling his face against mine.

"Good…" he sighed out heavily. We smiled at each other.

He fell into bed next to me, still breathing heavily.

"Fuck…" he said breathlessly, "You can take a pounding huh?" I laughed as I rolled over slightly. "You're so fucking tight… and sexy." He groaned, wrapping an arm around me and pulling me into him. I laid with my hand on his chest for a few minutes until our breathing equalized.

"I need to pee." I said shifting in his arms. He nodded and let me go. I crawled to the bottom of the bed and walked over to the open bathroom door. After a moment he followed, turning on the shower and pulling towels from his cabinet of pre-stocked supplies.

"I'm peeing!" I cried, he looked to me and laughed.

"We just had sex, you can't be embarrassed of that now." He said nonchalantly. I rolled my eyes. "Want to shower with me?" I smiled and laughed

"Sure." I said shrugging. I finished on the toilet and flushed, raked my fingers through my wild hair and followed him into the shower. He shampooed his hair and then scrubbed himself down. I used the water to rinse his cum from my legs while he was turned from me.

When he turned back he smiled down to me, pulled me into his warm body and hugged me to him. He swayed slightly in the warm stream while he rubbed his soapy hands against my back. After a moment he looked back down to me, studying my face intently.

"You're really pretty… You know that right?" he asked

My face became hot and I blushed. Shaking my head. "I don't think so…"

"Well I do." He said brushing his finger across my cheek. "You've got this grace about you… I adore it…"

My face blushed even more as I looked from his eyes. He used his finger to catch my chin, pulling my face back up to kiss him. This time his kiss was sensual and gentle, his body pressed into mine, and I wrapped my arms around his shoulders.

I leaned into his kiss more and more.

Emmett turned the handle to the shower the water trickled to a stop. He stepped out and grabbed his towel and then handed one to me. He watched me as I toweled off. I looked up to him and he smiled.

"You're gorgeous." He said softly.

"Stop it." I giggled, he stepped up to me and kissed me. As he pulled away from me he smiled and turned, walking out of the bathroom.

I wrapped my hair again in a towel turban and followed him.

As I stepped out I was greeted by the chill of the room. Emmett was pulling on a pair of snug, striped boxers. He fell into the bed and used a remote to turn on a TV on the opposite wall. I grabbed my shirt from the edge of the bed and pulled it on. I then fished my panties from the floor and slipped them back on.

"Goodnight Emmett." I said as I began to walk to the door.

"Goodnight?" he asked I turned back to him, he seemed hurt.

"Well… Yes… I figured you'd be tired…"

"Well yeah, but I don't mind you staying…" he shifted back to a sit and watched me.

"Really?" I asked

"Why would I?" he asked

"I guess I'm just not used to someone wanting me to stay." I said shrugging.

"Well… You are welcome to… In fact I would enjoy if you did." He smiled brightly at me, "If you haven't noticed it gets really cold down here… so it would be nice to have a warm body to snuggle with…"

I nodded grinning slightly, thought for a moment and then walked to his bed. I pulled the towel from my head, letting my wavy hair fall around my shoulders. He smiled at me, reaching his arms out. I crawled into the bed, he laid back in his pillows and I laid my head against his chest snuggling into his warm body. He nuzzled his face into my hair, kissing my head gently. He then pressed play on the remote, and the movie began to play.

"Satine…" He started after a while.

"Hm?" I sighed tiredly

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, Why wouldn't I be?"

I felt him shrug. "Just that thing you said about not being used to someone wanting you to stay… You seemed pretty upset."

"Its nothing."

"It seems like something." There was a long pause between us as I mulled over his words. He kissed my head, running his fingers over my shoulder, tangling them into the strands of hair that laid around my shoulder. I'd known him for less than 18 hours, yet here I was, giving myself to him in this way... "You don't have to tell me Satine…"

"It's just..." I paused again. "My ex… Reese… wasn't all that affectionate toward me." I sighed softly. "After we would have sex he would kind wash off quickly and become incredibly distant and irritable with me… we dated for quite a while and he never wanted me to lay with him, or spend the night after…"

Emmett squeezed me slightly. "I'm sorry Satine…" he whispered. I shrugged.

"I got used to it…" I said, "You just learn to accept it."

"You shouldn't have to Satine." He responded, "There is absolutely no reason he should be cold to you after something so… Intimate…"

"I guess I just never pushed it, or else he would push me away, or get angry if he was in a bad mood."

"I'm sorry Satine." He threw his other arm around me, hugging me tightly to him. "I know we kind of did this spur of the moment and the circumstances are weird… but I don't want you to believe you have to feel that way to me because of the situation… Ok? And don't feel like you owe me anything especially sex or your time or whatever. We can either keep this up, or never do it again, we can be platonic, romantic, aeromantic, aromatic... Whatever you want."

I giggled slightly "I'd like to keep this up." I said, "I guess I've just always craved the physical attention… It comforts me a lot…"

"Whatever you want babe…" he kissed my forehead. "Can I ask what you needed to do at Reese's house then?"

"What?"

"Reese and Russell were friends… so I know that was his house…"

"I just wanted to see if he was there… I had finally decided I was done with it and had broken up the night before I was meant to leave… he had kept texting me through the day and then he suddenly stopped… and then only 2 hours later the airport was attacked…"

"And when you went inside?"

"He wasn't there…" I said with a sigh, "But his mom and dad… and his 15 year old sister were… it looked like they had all been… shot… almost… execution style." I sniffled, "But he wasn't there…" I adjusted my head slightly, "I don't think it was to see him, I just wanted to make sure his family was okay …" I paused and swallowed hard, "He… he wasn't all that nice to me or them really…"

"Was he… Abusive…"

"No… I mean…" I paused shaking my head, "I guess kind of… I mean, he never really hit me… he lied a lot… and got angry at me often… and he would make me have sex with him when I didn't really want to."

"I'm sorry Satine… I didn't mean to pry…" he said peering deeply into my eyes.

I shook my head, wiping a tear from my face, "I can't keep it bottled up I guess."

He squeezed me again, kissing my head. "Yeah… you can though, if you don't want to tell me I won't push you."

I sniffled, "What about you…" I started, "What's your story?"

"My story?" he asked, "What do you mean."

"I don't know. Like I told you why I have a fear of sticking around after sex… tell me why you're so cuddly." I giggled slightly and so did he.

"Guess I am just a cuddly guy. Just always have liked physical affection… and honestly… My ex-girlfriend back home never liked cuddling like this so I guess I just crave someone's touch."

I traced my finger along his chest, circling his sternum and trailing down his abs to his belly button. "What did you do for work?" I asked.

"I was actually getting ready to head off to my first station for the Marines. We were visiting our dad before we headed off on our own ways. Emily was headed off for her 3rd year of electrical engineering..." He said with a laugh, "I had trained all four years of high school, went through training, just to end up wasting it. Could have been spending time with my sister or my mom…"

"At least Emily is here…" I said softly.

"I am so grateful for her." He said, "She pushed me so hard to keep training and reaching my goals even though I wanted to quit… And even though I won't get to put it to use in the military it has helped us tremendously in these days since the outbreak started." He paused, "What about you?"

"Well I had planned to start my third year of college in the fall… but I was working part time as a waitress."

"With an ass like that I bet your tips were great." He smacked his hand down over my left butt cheek and we giggled together.

"It was a good enough job."

"What did you want to go to school for?" he asked

"I was going for my doctorate. I wanted to be a trauma doctor but I thought maybe adding in marketing and finance would have been fun."

"I don't know if fun is the word." He said with a laugh, "But it's a good career field to aim for."

"A lot better than being a waitress." I responded, chuckling with him. "I got to shadow at the hospital for like half of my classes, so I've gotten a good years' worth of medical training in almost every department and especially in the trauma unit. That was my favorite."

The longer we laid and chatted with one another the colder I became, I was very aware of what Emmett meant about it being cold down here.

"Hey Emmett… mind if we get under the blankets? I am getting kinda chilly."

"Oh no problem." We shifted and he pulled the blanket from under us, as we climbed under the blankets I curled back up to him and we continued to talk as we watched the movie. As the movie drew close to the end I began to drift off to sleep. He kissed me and relaxed into me, pulling me closer to him.

"Goodnight Satine."

"Goodnight Emmett."

And for once in the last 10 weeks I slept peacefully.