Dead love in my hands (Troy Otto story/ Fear the walking dead/ ftwd)

The beginning of the end

I woke up on Troy's chest. He hugged me and stroked my hair. I looked up at him: he looked thoughtful. I wonder what's in his head? He always woke up before me.

His eyelids were lowered. They twitched as I ran my fingers along his side. We have already removed the bandage, there is only a large patch left to protect the wound from getting dirt from the outside.

There was a lot of men's work around the house, which was not yet available to Otto, although he denied it.

"I can clench my fist, so I can do anything!"  —  are his words in response to any comment about his state of health.

Troy spent a lot of time with Alan and became quite attached to him in such a short time. I think we both sometimes imagined that he really was our child. But from time to time he broke our idyll, remembered about Dad and was still waiting for him to return from hunting. However, every day he voiced his thoughts about the parent less and less. Apparently, he was used to being with us.

Lying on Otto's chest, I wondered what we were all going to do today. We still had everything we needed to live. There was no point in going out for supplies. 

I got up and took the clock from the night stand. It was a little after seven in the morning.

"Where are you going?"

"I just looked at the time, " I smiled at him and came back.

"And what's time?"

"Seven in the morning."

"I think we can lie in bed a little more."

"But I want to take a shower," I grinned playfully.

"Do you want to fuck in the shower?"  Troy caught my grin.

"Yeah, just like you," I laughed.

We are very lucky with this house. There were enough solar panels to fully provide us with water and light. The bathroom was built into ours. The second one was downstairs. Alan used it, so we don't worry that he would come to us.

I going to the shower earlier. About five minutes later, Troy joined me. I didn't hear he come into the bathroom. When his warm hands touched my wet shoulders, I turned around. He stood there, smiling at me, and his hands went down, caressing me and igniting the flame of passion in me. Because of his injury, we couldn't enjoy each other for a long time. Although for me and a day without him would seem like an eternity... I melted in his arms, allowing him to do with me whatever he wanted, knowing that I feel good with him here and now in a way that I will never feel with anyone else in my life. He imperiously turned me around with my back to him, I was just waiting for this. Leaning my hands on the wall, I let out a voluptuous moan, and Troy entered me. The ocean of pleasure overwhelmed me, and I felt that he was now as good as me. He moved faster and faster, not giving me a break, and for that I was grateful to him ... Our pleasure ended abruptly and quickly. For a moment, his hoarse moan-sigh drowned out even the sound of water....

After going downstairs after water treatments and sex, Troy and I decided to cook breakfast. We made oatmeal, added nuts and honey to it and brewed tea... Then we woke Alan up. Everyone had breakfast together and could just enjoy life all day.

Troy found fishing rods in the basement and offered to organize a fishing trip. We caught some fish. We were lucky, because none of us had much experience in this matter. After that, we decided to cook it on a bonfire. It was quite nice and family-like.

It was getting close to evening. We started cooking dinner. Around 6 everyone sat down at the table. We were discussing hunting, and Troy, as always, was trying to cheer Alan up. The boy was laughing.