I was sitting on the edge of the bed, scrolling through the faint blue runes of my system interface. The hum of the Raft's engines pulsed through the walls, a slow rhythm that almost felt like breathing. Shalltear had gone for a walk to "survey" the humans, leaving me alone for once.
The soft click of the door startled me. "Back already?" I asked, not bothering to look up.
"It's not her," came Kate's voice.
I turned, surprised. She leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, her hair a little messy from the sea breeze. There was something different in her eyes—less exhaustion, more… curiosity.
"Can't sleep?" I asked.
She shook her head. "Not really. Too quiet. Thought I'd check on the guy who apparently killed a few hundred zombies by himself."
I smiled faintly. "And here I thought you came to thank me again."
She rolled her eyes but stepped closer anyway. "Maybe I did."
There was a flicker of something between us then—unspoken, fragile, but real. Her voice softened. "You know… since all this started, I forgot what it felt like to just breathe around someone."
"Maybe you're just bad at relaxing," I teased lightly.
She laughed, a low sound that felt out of place in this dark world. Then she took another step closer. The air shifted—warmer, charged. For a heartbeat, neither of us moved.
Her hand brushed against mine. "You talk too much," she whispered.
Before I could reply, she leaned in. The kiss started hesitant but grew deeper, more certain. The world outside—the storm, the undead, the chaos—all faded into silence.
When we finally pulled apart, she rested her forehead against mine, breath trembling.
"Guess I just needed a reason to breathe," she murmured.
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Third-Person POV
Kate Bishop's heart raced as she stood before Alastor, the electricity between them palpable. She had come seeking answers but found herself drawn to him in a way she couldn't quite explain. Maybe it was his bravery, his unyielding determination in the face of unimaginable horrors. Or perhaps it was the way he looked at her, with a mix of respect, admiration, and something more primal.
Without a word, Kate reached out and took Alastor's hand, intertwining their fingers. His skin was warm, calloused from wielding weapons and fighting for survival. She traced her thumb over his knuckles, marveling at the strength contained within.
Slowly, deliberately, Kate tugged Alastor closer until their bodies were a mere breath apart. She could feel the heat radiating off him and could see the rise and fall of his chest with each inhale. Her own breathing grew shallow, anticipation coiling tightly in her belly.
Kate licked her lips, tasting the salt of the sea breeze that clung to Alastor's skin. Emboldened, she closed the remaining distance between them, pressing her mouth to his in a searing kiss. It started soft, a whisper of a touch, but quickly deepened into something far more urgent.
Kate poured all her pent-up emotions into that kiss—her fear, her anger, and her desperate need for connection in a world gone mad. She nipped at Alastor's lower lip, soothing the sting with her tongue before delving back inside to explore the wet heat of his mouth.
Her hands roamed over his chest, feeling the hard planes of muscle beneath his shirt. She tugged impatiently at the fabric, wanting to feel his bare skin against hers. Alastor groaned into her mouth, his own hands coming up to grip her hips, pulling her flush against him.
Kate could feel the evidence of his arousal pressing insistently against her stomach, making her own desire surge through her veins like liquid fire. She ground against him, seeking friction, craving more. One of Alastor's hands slid down to cup her ass, squeezing the firm globe and urging her even closer.
Breaking the kiss, Kate attacked Alastor's jaw and neck with open-mouthed kisses and sharp nips. She could taste the salt on his skin and could feel his pulse jumping beneath her lips. Her hands slid under his shirt, pushing the material up and over his head, tossing it carelessly to the side.
Kate's fingers explored the hard contours of Alastor's chest and abdomen, tracing the lines of his battle-hardened physique. She could feel the power coiled in his muscles, the strength that had faced down hordes of the undead and emerged victorious. Her touch was both reverent and hungry, awed by his resilience and desperate to claim it as her own.
Alastor's hands slid up her sides, pushing her jacket off her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. His fingertips danced along the curves of her collarbone, her shoulder blades, and the dip of her waist. He pushed the straps of her dress down her arms, baring the smooth, creamy skin of her shoulders and the swell of her breasts above the neckline.
Kate shivered as the cool air kissed her newly exposed flesh, her nipples pebbling beneath the thin fabric of her dress. She arched into Alastor's touch, silently begging for more. His hands cupped the weight of her breasts, thumbs brushing over the stiff peaks, sending sparks of pleasure zinging through her nerves.
Emboldened, Kate reached for the fastenings of Alastor's pants, popping the button and lowering the zipper in one smooth motion. She slipped her hand inside, wrapping her fingers around his hard, hot length, stroking him slowly from base to tip. Alastor groaned, his hips rocking into her touch, seeking more friction.
Kate used the momentum of his thrust to push him backwards onto the bed. She followed him down, straddling his hips, grinding her core against his clothed erection. The damp patch on her panties darkened further as she rubbed herself against him, chasing the pressure she craved.
Alastor's hands gripped her thighs, squeezing the firm muscle as she moved over him. He guided her hips, encouraging her to grind harder and faster, taking his own pleasure from her desperate writhing. Kate whimpered, feeling the coil of tension in her belly winding tighter and tighter with each pass of her cloth-covered sex over his rigid flesh.
Unable to stand the barrier any longer, Kate sat up just long enough to shimmy out of her soaked panties and kick them away. She settled back over Alastor's hips, now skin to skin, and let out a low moan as his hot, hard length throbbed against her slick folds.
Alastor's fingers dug into the globes of her ass as she began to move over him in earnest, coating his cock in her slick arousal. The head of his cock caught on her entrance with each downward grind, making Kate gasp and clench around the thick flesh teasing her opening.
"Fuck," Alastor grunted, hips flexing as he fought the urge to surge upwards and bury himself inside her welcoming heat. He could feel how ready she was, how much she needed him. But he wanted to make this last, to savor every moment of their joining.
His hands slid around to the small of her back, pulling her down in a way that pressed her breasts against his chest. Kate shivered as she felt the rough hair on his torso rasp against her sensitive nipples. Unable to resist, she arched her back, rubbing her aching peaks against him, seeking delicious friction.
Alastor groaned at the sensation, his grip tightening on her hips as he guided her movements. He rolled her so she was on her back, and he loomed over her, one hand braced by her head while the other slid down her body, mapping the curves he'd only glimpsed before.
His fingers dipped between her legs, stroking through the slick folds, feeling how swollen and needy she was. Kate whimpered, spreading her thighs wider in invitation. Alastor's fingertips circled her clit, making her jerk and moan, before sinking two long digits deep inside her tight channel.
"Oh god," Kate gasped, her inner muscles clenching around the intrusion, trying to draw him deeper. Alastor pumped his fingers slowly, curling them to stroke that secret spot that made stars explode behind her eyelids.
"Is this what you need, Kate?" he murmured, voice rough with lust. "Tell me how badly you want it."
"I... I need..." Kate panted, struggling to form words as Alastor's clever fingers worked her higher and higher. "Please... please fuck me, Alastor. I need your cock inside me. I need you to fill me up and fuck me hard and make me forget everything but the feel of you splitting me open."
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