Escape the Walking Dead // h.s.

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JANE'S POV
It saddened me that I was afraid to see him. I was afraid to hear him say something that would potentially hurt me or himself. I was afraid that he would decide to leave the rest of us here. I was terrified to look at him feeling so broken and helpless when he was neither of those things.

I knocked on the office door waiting for him to answer it. He didn't. So I pushed the door open and took a step inside then shut it back behind me. The room was silent and he stood there watching everyone outside his window. My birthday cake still layed face first onto the floor from the interruption of my party two days ago.

Walking toward him and ignoring the pain of that memory, I could feel my heart pounding and hear my feet sliding across the hard wood floor, both creating such an eerie rhythm in my mind.

"Ben's ok," I whispered once I stood right next to him. I stared down below like him at the few people we had left in camp, because I was still too afraid to see his heartbroken face.

Harry turned to face me without saying anything and I lost my breath when he crashed his mouth onto mine. It wasn't the time nor place to do this, but neither of us cared. He needed a release and so did I.

He pulled my legs onto his hips and walked me over to his desk while our mouths ran wildly over the other's. He placed me roughly onto the top of it and jerked open one of his drawers. I looked down to see what he was doing and noticed a foil in his hand.

My hands fumbled at my zipper and I pushed my pants down to my knees while he did the same thing. His hands shook while rolling the condom onto his length and I opened my legs up to welcome him to fuck me. He came closer and pushed his mouth over me while pulling my hips forward to meet his body.

I hiked one of my legs over his waist as he guided himself inside me. My mouth parted as he didn't waste time pushing deep into me. I held onto his arms as he thrusted and I could see all of his anger and anguish begin to be forgotten as he focused on the pleasure.

My opening throbbed for him and I could feel all of my wariness begin to fade. All that was left was him and me, together.

"Jane," Harry sighed into my ear and I started to meet his thrusts with small rolls of my hips.

"Fuck," I grunted as I started to get tired but felt all too into this to stop. My forehead landed on his shoulder and I continued the motions until he was ready to change positions.

His delicate fingers pulled my chin up so our mouths could meet and we kissed as he pulled out of me. Finally, I took a moment to look into his face as we both walked to the couch. He was full of lust and so was I. I needed him to touch me to get the feeling of Eric's hands all over me out of my mind.

Tears escaped my eyes and I started crying as I layed back onto the couch. It wasn't a cute crying though, it was a selfish and self-loathing type of cry.

"Jane, no," Harry crawled over me and gave me small kisses across my face to make my tears stop. "Baby, no."

"Please just touch me all over. Make me yours. I don't want to be anyone else's but yours," my voice said in breathy gasps full of lust and need. I was desperate to forget about Eric's wildness but I was also desperate to be all of Harry's.