Winwolfa (A Roan x Female OC Fanfic)

-Chapter 59-

After 6 months after that initial dream, it truly did feel like a fluke. Those overbearing thoughts finally stopped plaguing her mind after a few weeks and they never came back. After taking a few weeks off, she truly did feel revitalized. Ideas flooded into her mind quicker than she could catch up. Those same ideas that got them farther than they had in the past.

Astrid finished work, ready for a much-needed shower. When she opened the door to her apartment, she stopped dead in her tracks. Her hormones kicked into overdrive as saw Roan standing in the middle of the living room, in a half buttoned white t-shirt. His hair had been slicked back in just the right way that made her jaw drop slightly. He had his shoulder against the wall, arms across his chest, looking down out at Earth.

"You okay?" She questioned as she tossed her stuff aside.

"Yeah, just thinking..." He didn't move, didn't look towards her was as Astrid stalked closer.

"About?" Her arms wrapped around his torso while Roan slid an arm over her shoulders, still looking towards that sphere of desert.

"Do you think they're down there?" He asked quietly, "What's it going to be like when we go back?"

She grew silent, unknowing of what to say. As if there were anything to say in such a situation. For all they knew, Eden was humanity's last shot at survival once their feet hit the ground. There were so many possibilities that could go wrong, and so little that may go right. As the clock was slowly ticking, the group had realized that those past few years may have been the easy part of the journey. Because there was so much left to do when they landed on Earth again.

Just like when they send the 100 down, unknowing they weren't the first humans on the ground after all.

"What if we're the last bit of the human race?" He added as Astrid notice the built tension in his body. Lips downturned, eyes narrowing on their rotating planet. Even those broad shoulders seemed a bit smaller with how the thoughts weigh on him. She knew from his appearance that this must've been something he stewed on frequently.

"Then we do everything we can to make sure our friends didn't die in vain," Astrid tried to comfort him, but he shook his head, searching for a deeper answer. "Roan, if we are the last people to live, we are with some of the most capable people alive. Not just that, but we're a family. We can survive no matter what. Become the forefathers of Earth, like Becca Pramheda." She chuckled lightly at the wild idea.

That tense expression morphed into a coy smirk as he turned to his wife, "I would most certainly like to restart the human race with you."

"Would it even be considered the 'human race' due to my heritage?" Her words were teasing, seductive as she slowly pushed Roan's body away from the window, "There's only one sure way to find out..."

She didn't need to finish the sentence before the perverted images flooded through his mind. One after another, all picturing Astrid naked in front of him. He licked his lips with temptation as he stared down into her suggestive look. That subtle smirk on her lips, the way her eyes would target him with a predatory nature to it. It took all his strength not to rip some of the priceless clothes off her body.

Her fingers began to undo the buttons along chest. Her lashes fluttered as she took her time to gaze over his chiseled chest. Calloused fingers tips grazed the exposed skin of her collarbone, flicking her hair over her shoulder. Astrid froze under his touch, feeling the entire surface of her skin burn with hot desire. His touch settled along her jaw, holding it roughly.

"Don't tempt me, woman." He growled. She didn't balk, but just smiled in defiance. "Seriously, Astrid. You don't want to mess with me right now."

"Why not?" She pouted, crossing her arms in front of her chest.