Firefly

Nineteen

A/N: For all you nasty little Joel hoes and as an apology for robbing you last time. Please enjoy this smut.

YN 2023

After we got out of the subway we made our way to the hotel across the street. As soon as we were inside Ellie's eyes widened and she spun around. "Wow. You've gotta be kidding me! You ever stay in a place like this?" She asked. I shook my head, "No. Well, not before all this shit."

Summer 2004

"Holy shit! Look at this place!" I spun around in the lobby of the fancy hotel we decided to stay in until the storm passed. The rain was starting to come down hard, thunder rolled in the distance as it got closer and closer. Tommy was behind the counter. "Looks like we're getting a good night's sleep tonight," he said.

I grabbed Joel's hand and tugged me towards the stairs. ''Come on, let's go find a room," I said. "I think we need to look around first and make sure we're alone." He pulled me to a stop and looked back at Tommy. "You check down here, first and second floors. We'll check three, four, and five and meet back down here." Tommy nodded and Joel led the way up the stairs to the third floor. "Don't stray too far," he said.

We started at one end of the hall checking all the open doors first. It was clear that people were in a rush to get out of here. Luggage was forgotten and scattered all over the rooms and halls. "You don't think there's any infected in here do you?" I asked Joel. He turned around and walked back over to me. "I ain't gonna let anything happen to you, okay?" He said, holding my face in his hands. I nodded my head, "I know. I just haven't seen any since we got into this city."

"Let's just get this done and we can pick a room, eat, clean up, and then just relax." He kissed my forehead and started looking in the rooms. That's exactly what we did; made sure everything was clear, ate, cleaned up and then found rooms to sleep in. Tommy decided to take a room at one end of the hall on the fifth floor while Joel and I stayed in one at the other end.

The storm had reached us completely now. Thunder shook the build, lightning lit up the room, and the rain pounded against the windows. Luckily it didn't matter because we didn't have to be out in it. We were warm and dry inside a once fancy hotel. "I used to love thunderstorms," I said, standing at the sliding glass doors that led out onto a small balcony. We had candles lit to illuminate the room. We didn't want too much light just in case someone saw it.

I was only wearing one of the few flannels Joel had that was clean. Luck had been on our side when we searched the kitchen earlier. We found gallons of water that we could use not only for drinking but to clean up. I had grabbed a clean metal bowl from the kitchen too and used that to pour some of the water in to make it a little easier. It's been a while since I was able to wash my hair. None of us have had a proper shower since the apartments in Arkansa and that was a couple months ago. It's just been cleaning up in rivers, lakes, or streams when we could.

Joel came up behind me wrapping his arms around my waist, chin rested on my shoulder. "Yeah? Why's that?" He asked, kissing the side of my neck, his hand slid down to the hem of his flannel I was wearing. "Because…" I moaned when his lips started to suck right below my ear. "Keep going," he whispered in my ear. "They–they're um…they're relaxing."

He hummed and started to unbutton the flannel. "Are you okay with this?" Joel asked, kneading one of my breasts in his rough yet soft hand, lightly rolling my nipple between his fingers. I nodded my head before letting it fall back onto his shoulder. "I need to hear you say it out loud, darlin'," he whispered, moving to my other breasts. "Yes," I replied in a breathy moan.