You two leave the car and enter the little cabin. It looked as if it belonged to a hunter before it got abandoned.
Typically owned by some rich guy with a large truck, possibly on private or district owned land, seeing that the nature surrounding it was rather untouched.
He folows behind you, and as you opened the door, you are hit with the scent of old wood, and a slight, moist smell of basement.
A large metal washbasin hung in a closet next to the door. Outside the windown you saw vast plains, full of tall grass and wildflowers, and large hills breaking up the flat scenery, on the horizon. The cabin had a bit of a incline behind it, there a few living white norway pines canopied the veiw of the window.
This cabin was rather small, being only one or two rooms. At the end of it, laid a twin sized bed. There was a small, two chaired table by the fireplace.
Vast cupboards hung overhead, looking into them, you weren't able to find any food, yet you were able to find dishes. Though your backpack felt much fuller than before.
"Breathtaking isn't it, but you know what's more breathtaking? You." You blush. You saw him trying to wrestle the can of soup with a knife.
"Don't shoot it." You laugh. Still flustered from what he said.
"Good idea! I'll make us bullet soup!" He burst out laughing. "Nice and crunchy with explosive flavor! Litterally!" He finally got it open soon after, without having to use his gun.
"Thank fuck!"
After a bowl of hot soup, where he was staring at you for the entire time as you both ate, you start to see panic in his eyes. "I can't run from them anymore. They know I have you. They will rip us to shreads when they find us again, so what I'm going to do is try to kill each and every one of them.." There was a bit of fire in his eyes, yet he was starting to sink in nervousness.
"It's uncertian if I will make it, so I have a favor to ask you."
"What is it?"
"Well.. If I don't make it, would you like to- uh.. I know you get nervous about this kind of stuff. But like..."
You get a clue of what he's hinting at, but you're not sure if it's right.. But you start to that familiar warm, wet sensation between your legs. You blush. You felt this many times with him, yet you're certain you know this all to well. You're feeling lust.
"You can tell me. You don't need to worry babe."
"Babe?" His eyes lit up, he gives you a little smile.
"Sorry, it slipped out... Well.. unless you do see us like that.. You're kinda hard to read.."
He sighed. "You know what people in relationships do? Like behind closed doors? Yea."
"Sex?"
He blushed. "Y-yea."
"Oh god dammit you filthy dog." You outburst in laughter. You knew this day would come, since you were in your early teens, a handsome young man treating you to something you've only heard about. You hoped and dreamed that it was going to be pleasant, and luckily the universe answered your prayer.
He blushed, harder than before. "This.. may be our only chance.. Fuck! They could be here tomorrow.. If you don't want to do it, it's fine.."
"Oh boy heh.. I have waited years for someone to ask me this. Someone to look at me like you do, someone to see me as equal, and not as a younger-ling to protect."
"Well then.. Heh.." He hides his face in his hair. It's quite an adorable sight.
"How old are you?"
"I'm Twenty you?"
He hesitated. "Twenty-Five. You look surprisingly young for your age. Must be because you're like 4'7. But I did expect you to be an adult. The way you act, you know, and how you carry yourself-"
"4'8." "Close enough."
"Oh yea, and that sex thing? We can do that after a while.. It doesn't have to be now.. I kind need to get in the mood you know." You were already in the mood.
"We've known each other for like... three weeks. You surprise me how old world you are, Belt."
"That's too short of amount of time people waited in old times, but it depends on the situation surrounding the person, and their relationship with the person doing it.. But now, any common man would go out of their way to force women into situations they don't want to be in... It reminds me of one of my friends actually. He's gone though, but the insane shit he said made me nervous, the men want to save this world but they don't care about the women in it. Just letting their fucking dicks control them."
"Glad you're not like that." You smile, and drink the last of your chicken soup.
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Leather Jacket
Fanfiction[THIS IS ONLY A FANFICTION] [Lisa The Hopeful characters belong to their respective creators and I do not own them.] Olathe, a rugged wasteland. A hard place for a woman such as you, especially when the worst possible senereo happens. What will happ...
