Through all this death, we are life.

A/N: Not a lot of plot in this chapter, but Major West and Molly have fun. :-)


Supper had been incredibly good: tomato soup to start the meal, ham and potatoes for the main course and honest to goodness apple pie from scratch for dessert. The men hadn’t been so well fed in a long time.

Obeying the Major, Molly had headed to their bedroom the moment that the meal was over. The first thing that she did was to light the candles around the room and shut off the electricity, wanting to remember the good feelings of the previous night. She sat on the bed, her shoes and socks off, waiting for him to arrive. After a few more minutes of waiting, she took off her jeans as well, leaving her in her panties and sweater as she sat.

It took him a good fifteen minutes to get to her: no doubt he was enforcing the schedule and giving the last orders to the men who would be staying awake over night to watch the compound.

“That was quite a supper” Henry complimented, entering the room. He locked the door behind him and smiled at her. “I had no idea that you could cook so well”

Molly didn’t reply: she was still wary of the Henry that had spoken to her that afternoon, who had yelled at her and used vulgar language concerning one of her friends.

“The silent treatment” Henry sighed, taking off his camouflaged field jacket. He tossed it on a chair by the dresser, sitting down on the furniture to undo his boots. “I don’t like the silent treatment”

“I don’t know what to say” Molly responded softly.

“How about a‘thank you’ for the compliment, sweetheart?”

“Thank you”

Henry removed his socks and then pulled his military-issue, dark green sweater off, along with the white undershirt that he had on underneath, leaving his chest bare. “This is because of this afternoon, isn’t it?” Henry asked, sighing once more. “I didn’t mean to yell, Molly… I had a rough day. Mitchell was arguing that he should get to have Christine next before Jones, and Jones has been only a few inches from losing his mind trying to cook for us. I think that your helping him out tonight and from now on will ease his distress, but I had a hell of a time getting Mitchell to back down and accept the schedule.”

Molly gazed at him, her arms around her bare legs as she pulled them to her body on the mattress. “Maybe you should put me in the rotation, then”

Henry stood up. “No” he denied, “no, no, no”

Molly watched as he moved closer to her and sat down beside her on the bed.

“No, Molly… No, that’s not going to happen. You’re my woman, end of story”

“Henry…”

He grasped her face in his hands, his eyes delving into hers. “You’re mine, Molly, no one else’s… Now and forever”

Molly closed her eyes when he kissed her, his tongue invading her mouth with the intention of punctuating his statement. She sighed deeply at his touch, his long fingers creeping into her panties and working the silk off of her backside. She shifted with him so that the fabric slid down her legs and off of her body. Molly reached out for the fly on his camouflage pants, taking hold of the button there with her tiny fingers and undoing it.

“Eager?” Henry queried, his breath hot against her right ear.

“It’s only fair… I have no bottoms…”

Henry grasped her backside, his fingertips digging into her flesh, and chuckled darkly. “I don’t know about that, Molly… you happen to have quite the bottom…”

Molly giggled and pushed at his chest a bit. “You know what I mean!”

“Yes, and, Little Miss ‘let’s be fair’, you’re still wearing your sweater…”

She pulled back and scooted further up the bed, putting some space between them as she grasped the hem of her sweater and pulled it up and over her head.

Henry groaned at the sight of her breasts, so beautifully full and sweet. Standing up at the side of the bed, he pulled down the zipper on his pants and stepped out of them along with his boxers, leaving himself totally nude.

Molly’s heart skipped a beat to see him so aroused for her in the candlelight of the room. His erection jutted out from his body, leaving no question regarding what he was feeling.

Climbing into bed with her, Henry smiled as she made room for him. “Tell me something, darling?”

“Of course” Molly replied, reaching out and stroking his cheek.

“Do you forgive me for being a right bastard to you today?”

Molly grinned. “Of course I do, Henry”

Henry chuckled. “I don’t want you to forgive me simply because we’re both feeling amorous, Molly… I want you to forgive me because you really do…”

“Henry…” Molly breathed, leaning forward and kissing him tenderly, “I forgive you”

Henry pulled her body against his and smiled, loving the warm softness of her.

“Mm” Molly sighed, fielding the tender kisses that he placed on her face and neck, “This will be a first for me… I’ve never had make-up sex…”

“It’s not make-up sex unless we were fighting, sweetheart… I just got out of line”

“So I have to wait for that?” she inquired feigning sadness.

“Don’t sound so disappointed” Henry replied, lifting her right leg over his hip so that the head of his cock teased her opening. “I firmly plan on shagging your brains out regardless”

Molly giggled until Henry rolled on his back so that she sat astride him, his cock fully imbedded in her heat. “Oh my god… Henry…”

“Thought you might like the control” Henry grunted, “think of it as my apology”

“I’m a bit new at this, Hen” she confessed, biting her lip at the pleasure of having him so deep inside of her.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart… I’m right here”

She would have found that comment to be insulting if it had been issued by another man, but coming from Henry, it filled her with a sense of calm and acceptance. Placing her hands under his armpits on the mattress, she began to rock herself over him.

“That’s my girl” Henry complimented, reaching up and caressing her breasts. “Mm, harder…”

“Hen…” she gasped.

“Ride me, dearest…yes, like that…”

Molly moaned at his encouragement as well as the sensation of having him inside of her. “Henry… you feel so good…”

Pulling up his knees, he gave in to his instinctual desire to thrust, chuckling when Molly squealed at his ardor. He took hold of her hips in order to give her support, continuing to move up and into her.

“Oh, god!” Molly wailed, falling forward so that her head was pressed to his chest, “Hen!”

“Sorry, sweetheart” he gasped in response, “I just can’t resist fucking you back…”

Their bodies moving in tandem, Molly thrusting herself over him, Henry returning her movements… their actions became more frenzied and urgent.

Molly began to whine at the sensations, losing herself in the way that Henry held her and the way that the two of them worked their bodies against each other.

“Never been fucked so good before” Henry groaned, digging the fingers of his right hand into the hair on the nape of her neck and bringing her mouth to his.

Molly was breathless when he released her from the kiss, barely holding on to her sanity. “Hen, I can’t… I can’t…”

“Come for me, angel” Henry huffed. “Come all over me, please”

Molly had no decision in the matter: her body gave in to his insistent pummeling. She screamed into his chest, her entire being spasming and convulsing at the ecstasy that ran through her.

“You’re so beautiful when you come” Henry commented, holding her close. “So fucking beautiful…”

He lost himself then, her violent inner contractions forcing his own bliss. He called her name and grunted as he came hard inside of her…

The blood was pumping through his ears, making it difficult for him to hear, although he was vaguely aware that Molly was saying something. “I’m sorry?” he inquired.

“I said, ‘Am I heavy?’ I’m lying on top of you, after all…”

Henry couldn’t help himself, he laughed riotously. Considering what they had just shared, the raw passion of it, her question seemed insignificant and humorous.

“What?” Molly asked.

“Forgive me, I just…” he chuckled, “No, you aren’t heavy. You’re more than welcome to stay on top of me”

“I was just trying to be considerate” Molly responded, acting put-out.

“I know, sweetheart, I know…” Henry finally managed to stop laughing and instead began to play with her hair. “I’m sorry that I laughed, Molly”

“It’s okay… I just wanted to make sure that you were comfortable, but I suppose it sounded rather strange considering… ”

“That we just shagged each other insane?” Henry finished, smiling against the top of her head. “You know, I quite like the way that you feel: you’re so warm and soft…”

“Hen… is everything all right… I mean, with the schedule and everything?”

“Well, you were right, if that’s any consolation” Henry answered, sighing contentedly as Molly kissed his throat. “Jennifer was a bit difficult tonight, complained about having to sleep with Bell… but I was able to convince her…”

Molly sat up a bit so that she could look into his eyes. “How?”

Henry shrugged. “I simply told her the truth, that she had no choice… She didn’t like it, but I don’t expect any more trouble from her”

Molly wanted to tell him that he was underestimating Jennifer and the resolve that she knew her friend felt. She decided to change the subject. “Hen, did you really like supper?”

“Best meal I’ve had in a long, long time, sweetest”

Resting her cheek on his chest once more, her thoughts turned to less pleasant things.

“What is it?” he asked, sensing her change in mood.

“How long can we last?” Molly queried softly.

Henry didn’t like discussing it, but he couldn’t lie to her. “I don’t know… we have plenty of food here, running water, a defendable position… the best that we could have… but I don’t know. I don’t think that the infected can last. All that they do is create more infected… but if we can hold out, and if others can hold out, the infected will starve without fresh human blood”

“I wish that we knew that for sure”

Henry shrugged. “It’s only logical. Even if every single person in the country became infected, starvation would occur. They won’t touch animals, not even livestock: I’ve seen that much since this all started”

“You’re right, I’ve never seen them go after an animal: it seems to be a purely human virus”

“The question is, how long would it take them to starve?” he postulated, stretching a bit. “Is it a matter of weeks or months? There’s no way to know”

“I guess we’ll have to stay put and see” Molly offered, running her hand over his chest.

“It’s the best option” he agreed. “Especially now that we haven’t heard anything from command in nearly a month”

“You heard from them at first?”

Henry chuckled once more. “The infection was fast, Molly, but not that fast… we heard from them quite a bit in the first week, they were holding out well. Things started to get patchy in the second and third weeks, and then we lost contact… the best that we can figure, their transponder was compromised by infected and they couldn’t get to it in order to make repairs. I’m sure that there are a few other outposts like ours: I don’t see how there couldn’t be… but nothing like the standing army that we had before the infection”

“What about trying to find them?”

Henry shook his head. “Too dangerous. We don’t have the slightest idea where they could be or if their positions have the same benefits that ours does. It’s just not worth it”

“So… here we stay”

“Here we stay… safe and with food, shelter. Children could be raised here, until help arrives”

“Americans?”

“Americans… the UN… Someone has to come, eventually”

Molly pressed a tender kiss to his flesh. “That’s assuming that the virus hasn’t left the island”

Henry hadn’t wanted to bring that possibility up, he had been trying to lift her spirits about their situation. “Well, we don’t know one way or the other, do we? It could be years before they show up, or it could be never… but I’m not ready to give up and put a gun in my mouth. I want to live… and I want to live with you”

She smiled: at least he was honest with her. “I want to live with you, too, Henry”

Unable to help himself, he repeated his statement of the night before. “And, who knows… you might even come to love me”

“Who knows?” she responded playfully.

“Is that an acknowledgment?” he teased.

“An acknowledgment… that it’s possible” Molly replied, grinning against his skin.

Henry slowly rolled them onto their sides so that he could see her face. “You do realize that by saying that, you’ve made me randy again?”

Molly giggled and met his tender kisses, wrapping her arms around his neck. “But, Henry, we just finished…”

“Well, if you’re saying that you don’t want to…”

“I didn’t say that!” she replied quickly.

Henry grinned. She didn’t know it yet, but she was his girl through and through.

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TBC