In the wake of an apocalypse, you find yourself succumbing to the peacefulness of an abandoned farm. You were settled and unharmed, every date fleeting with a certainty that you would be okay, until four Military men wind up at your door, begging to...
NOTE: This is a Poly!141 fanfiction and is written in second person. You can find more works on my tumblr: evilgwrl
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Price could see it. The nerves bubbling in your stomach, cheeks flushed with an ample shade of red.
He watched you turn, wet clothes drawn to your subtle curves, the swell of your hips outlined as you jogged away. He continued sweeping, smile evident through the crinkle of his eyes with an occasional glance at the door, hoping you would come back and tell him that you did in fact, need help keeping warm.
As soon as you stepped foot inside, you were darting past Gaz, tumbling straight to your bedroom. Your clothes were uncomfortable, sticking to your skin like a disease as you peeled them off and slapped them against the tub, a large thump ringing out.
You looked at yourself in the mirror, your upper half visible as you cupped the brassiere, Price's words replaying in your mind as you stared, pushing your breasts together in an attempt to feel sexy before letting out a soft groan and unclipping it.
For the most part, you had made do with clothes, having brought a couple when things went to shit and you were somewhat glad that the woman who lived here before you wasn't completely out of touch with her style. You smoothed the long sleeve down as you brushed your drenched hair out, ringing it into a bun.
You looked at yourself in the mirror, pulling at your cheeks before you began to talk in an attempt to see what they saw when they looked at you. You posed in the mirror before freezing, realising how ridiculous you were being before you plonked downstairs, the sound of your footsteps barely visible thanks to the massive socks you were wearing.
You rummaged through your bag that you had thrown to the side, stocking the cupboards with the tins you had found at the store and the large bag of sugar that you would hopefully be able to bake with, almost tempted to swallow a raw spoonful right now.
You heard the back door shut, a much wetter Price trailing in, stripping off his jacket. Your gaze faltered for a second, taking in the way his clothes clung to his frame, like he did to you, before you looked away.
"Need help?" He asked, his tone almost soothing.
"Didn't get much, just some tinned vegetables and a bag of sugar. The rest is personal."
Blue eyes flickered to your bag in curiosity, the hint of a black lid poking out through the top as he raised a thick brow at you. His laugh was almost dry as he walked over and grabbed it, holding it up to the light as the caramel hues swished around.
He muttered something along the lines of, 'I'll be damned' before placing it back on the counter. He paused for a moment, taking you in, the way your lips slightly parted, eyebrows slightly clenched, almost like you wanted to look intimidating and the way your eyes would drop when he looked at you for too long, struggling to find something in the room to focus on.
