We approach each other, our mouths kissing forcefully. At first, my Glock hangs limply at my side as my body squirms to be as close to him standing up as I can. Jack pulls me closer to him using his emptied shotgun, the hot metal pressing up against my lower back. But we need to be closer, skin on skin, and so our weapons drop to the ground with a clang. I link my hands around his neck, and jump up. His hands immediately catch my ass into a cradling cup. He's so strong, so rough, a human weapon. He hasn't shaved, and his rough skin scratches against mine as his kisses hungrily reach for my throat.
 
5396 words (MF, FF)
Cover art by Eva Delila Rojano
@evadalilarojano