Rules of Survival - L4D [Bill/Zoey]
Fandom: Left 4 Dead [ Bill / Zoey ]
Title: Rules of Survival
Author: mondaisenshi
Word count: 381
Rating: Light R
Notes: It was written as an attempt to inspire a friend to finish her own. And because it's hot. The best song I've found for this kind of writing is Man in the Box. P.S.: Francis and Louis are doing the same thing wherever they are.
They had broken all the rules. Their group was split in two when they ran into the tank. Louis had risked his life to find the smoker that dragged Francis out of view into the pitch black of an old gas station. And now Zoey and Bill were waiting.
Another rule broken.
The first rule of survival is to stick together. The next, to keep moving. Always keep yourself well-armed. And whatever you do, avoid at all costs drawing attention to yourself.
They were breaking all the guidelines except one - keep yourself armed. Zoey barely heard the agonized moaning that grew louder outside as the hoard closed in on the metal blast doors that lead down into the subway. She was sure Bill could hear them, but unsure that he would know which noises were coming from outside.
Zoey whimpered as her bare back scraped across the rough cement floor. Bill's large, calloused hand cupped her breast, his other hand holding her wrists above her head, and her whimper quickly faded to a moan. She looked lazily towards the pile of clothing, tossed aside, guns strewn over top for easy access.
Zoey's stomach turned as she heard a boomer outside. She focused on her breathing, in time with Bill's movements above and inside of her.
He fit the bill. No pun intended. Zoey had only ever had men that could take care of her. Not that she couldn't take care of herself, of course. She needed someone strong, a bit rough around the edges. Someone who'd been around, and knew what he wanted. And it seemed like he wanted someone to watch out for, but not someone that depended on him.
In the end, it was unavoidable. Mistake or not, the separation of the group had afforded Bill and Zoey an invaluable opportunity. So there they were, pressed together, Zoey's back cold on the hard grains of the subway entrance. And then it was all too much, and Zoey's hands found their way to Bill's shoulders, digging deep into his skin as she climaxed. And for a moment, as Bill, Zoey wondered what she would do if she found herself pregnant from this encounter.
Hell, if she lived long enough for it to matter, it would be a miracle.
Title: Rules of Survival
Author: mondaisenshi
Word count: 381
Rating: Light R
Notes: It was written as an attempt to inspire a friend to finish her own. And because it's hot. The best song I've found for this kind of writing is Man in the Box. P.S.: Francis and Louis are doing the same thing wherever they are.
They had broken all the rules. Their group was split in two when they ran into the tank. Louis had risked his life to find the smoker that dragged Francis out of view into the pitch black of an old gas station. And now Zoey and Bill were waiting.
Another rule broken.
The first rule of survival is to stick together. The next, to keep moving. Always keep yourself well-armed. And whatever you do, avoid at all costs drawing attention to yourself.
They were breaking all the guidelines except one - keep yourself armed. Zoey barely heard the agonized moaning that grew louder outside as the hoard closed in on the metal blast doors that lead down into the subway. She was sure Bill could hear them, but unsure that he would know which noises were coming from outside.
Zoey whimpered as her bare back scraped across the rough cement floor. Bill's large, calloused hand cupped her breast, his other hand holding her wrists above her head, and her whimper quickly faded to a moan. She looked lazily towards the pile of clothing, tossed aside, guns strewn over top for easy access.
Zoey's stomach turned as she heard a boomer outside. She focused on her breathing, in time with Bill's movements above and inside of her.
He fit the bill. No pun intended. Zoey had only ever had men that could take care of her. Not that she couldn't take care of herself, of course. She needed someone strong, a bit rough around the edges. Someone who'd been around, and knew what he wanted. And it seemed like he wanted someone to watch out for, but not someone that depended on him.
In the end, it was unavoidable. Mistake or not, the separation of the group had afforded Bill and Zoey an invaluable opportunity. So there they were, pressed together, Zoey's back cold on the hard grains of the subway entrance. And then it was all too much, and Zoey's hands found their way to Bill's shoulders, digging deep into his skin as she climaxed. And for a moment, as Bill, Zoey wondered what she would do if she found herself pregnant from this encounter.
Hell, if she lived long enough for it to matter, it would be a miracle.