Children Of Fiends Read Free

thermal shirt and panties. She stared at him for a moment. The light was so dim as to make it impossible for him to really see her eyes so he stepped closer. She let him pull her to him. They kissed. It was delicate at first, but quickly dissolved into hunger. She pulled him to the opposite end of the car and around a partition. They kissed, pulling their heads together tightly.
    She pulled back and said, “ I wish I could still think of you as an insufferable chauvinist jerk. A handsome insufferable jerk.”
    “Thank you? You don’t have a clue how beautiful you are, do you?”
    Her mouth sort of fell open then she shut it again, pulling his face in for another kiss. The train car was not warm and he was thrilled when her cold hands wormed their way underneath his shirt to touch his skin. His fingers played with the elastic edge on her panties. She pulled back. “Okay. Hold on.” They both breathed hard into each other’s mouths. She whispered, “Can’t. We can’t. Timing… I’m… Dammit, I’m ovulating.”
    He raised an eyebrow. “How… very… scientific.”
      She smiled, “Fine. Bad time of the month. Plus I don’t jump in bed – no matter how much I want you. Besides, we’d have a potential problem if we did slip up. I mean worse than just getting pregnant. No babies. Not for this world. Not now.” She nodded in the direction of the sleeping twins. “Despite the fact that we have been able to control the bug, there’s still a chance that you and I would have one of those.”
    Dean smiled warmly and held her close. “Cold shower aside, you’re forgetting one thing. They sterilize us Halflies. Part of the deal. We can’t make babies. I’m kind of surprised that you haven’t been.”
    Eliza found herself suddenly conflicted and she laughed at herself on the inside. She didn’t dare make a child, yet she was somehow crestfallen that it would be impossible with this man. He kissed her again, keeping it gentle. She kissed him back and she felt her heart speed up again, her legs sort of going numb, scalp tingling, and they were back at it and she was lifting her buttocks so he could pull her panties down. She slapped her hand on his again, pulling her panties back up, saying, “Wait wait wait. It’s just – well, it’s not like we can just… do it. I mean, look where we are.”
    He chuckled and nibbled her ear. “Okay.”
    They chose not to sleep apart so they zipped their sleeping bags together and made their bed behind the partition. Dean took off his jacket and boots, but otherwise remained dressed. Like everyone on the train, it had been days since they had bathed (a water stop in Alabama having offered a chance to quickly wash up). The strong odors that the two of them shared seemed to intensify their attraction rather than prevent it. The right combination of pheromones served only to make them feel closer. In the back of both of their minds they new that this was a dangerous distraction, but like a person who becomes a smack addict after the first taste, Stewart Dean and Elizaandra Sherr became hooked on each other. As they lay wrapped together, they whispered their stories – life before Omega. Neither was a typical life. She accepted that he had led a violent one. He mentioned his brief marriage. “It was short. High School sweetheart. We almost never saw each other because I was away so much. We had a son.” He paused to let that sink in.
    Eliza said, “And?”
    “And he would be twelve now. He lives along the New York Strip, near Connecticut. We haven’t spoken since I became infected. I don’t know him past being a toddler. I have a picture from a year ago. After nine years, his mother, in a moment of kindness, sent it on his birthday. As far as my kid is concerned, I’m long gone. His mom and the man who looked after him died in a storm a week after she sent it. Another woman watches him now and I’ve finally completely lost touch.”
    She lay silently for a while and