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The second the rookie hits the plant monster with her homemade weed killer, the thing turns a sickly yellow, the whipping vines seeming to almost expand like a fire hose in the small room.
“Shit! Chris!” Rebecca’s voice is high and scared, and before he knows it she’s putting all maybe-ninety pounds of herself into dragging him backwards towards the door.
He’s too slow, or maybe she is, because whatever was filling the plant reaches capacity, its bulbous body filling up like a balloon before bursting apart at the seams, sticky green sap splattering them both.
“Oh, what the fuck,” Chris grimaces, sloughing it off of his bare arms the best he can. The shit is gross, but at least it’s not more zombie blood - and what a wild fucking night it is that he can say that.
“Are you okay?” Rebecca asks, and when he glances behind himself at her he almost laughs. The poor kid is covered with the stuff, looking like she just got sneezed on by a giant.
“Yeah, I’m fine. It’ll take more than some plant guts to take me out,” he reassures her. Some of the residue drips into his mouth, and he wrinkles his nose. “Could’ve done without tasting it, though.”
Rebecca switches instantly back to high alert, doing her best to wipe her hands on her combat vest as she reaches for him. “You got it in your mouth?”
Chris frowns, the honey-sweet taste almost tingling on his tongue. “Yeah, but it’s just sap, right?”
“Are you insane?” She snaps, and a foot shorter than him or not, the fire in her doe eyes makes him take a step back. “We don’t even know what this plant is! It could be what turned all those people out there for all we know!”
Chris feels his blood run cold, and then immediately spark back with a heat so intense it nearly knocks him off his feet. The tight feeling in his throat is almost definitely just from panic, but his tongue was already tingling, and now the feeling is spreading over his lips.
“What?” Rebecca asks, noticing the sudden shift in his demeanor, “What is it?”
“I…” he hesitates, licking his lips automatically, only to remember the sap painting them too late. “It’s kinda… tingly? Like, on my lips and tongue. And I’m hot, like, fever hot.”
“Shit.” Rebecca swivels the med pack on her hips around, making sure it’s quick at hand. “Here, let me feel.” She reaches up, pressing the back of her hand to his forehead, only to pull it back almost immediately, coddling her wrist with an expression like he’d burnt her. “You weren’t having any of those symptoms before you got it in your mouth?”
Chris shakes his head, heart pounding too-fast in his chest. “No, I-” he breaks off, brain stuttering to a stop as his fucking cock decides to jump in on the action, hardening in his pants.
“Chris?”
“Sorry,” he waves her off quickly, “It’s nothing. I just-” The heat flares at the base of his spine, his dick twitching against his underwear. “Fuck…” he groans, nearly doubling over from the sudden wave of arousal crashing over him.
“Chris, if something’s wrong-” Rebecca grabs him by the arm, and just that simple contact nearly sends him into overdrive.
“Shit, don’t- don’t touch me,” he gasps, shaking her off. It’s the last thing that he wants, but he can’t… he can’t let himself do anything like that with the rookie. He’s her superior, for one, and she’s younger than his fucking baby sister for another. Sure, he can think she’s cute when she’s perched on the edge of a desk during a briefing, or with her hair still wet when they run into each other outside the locker rooms, but this…
Some horrendous, primal part of his brain had reared up at her touch; something slavering like a beast as it filled his mind with images of pushing her tiny body up against the wall, or forcing her to the floor beneath him so that he could strip her of her war-torn uniform and-
No. No, he isn’t going there.
“Chris, you’re scaring me,” she says, a hint of a wobble to her voice, and his stomach sours at the sound. “If you’re sick, if you’re-” she cuts herself off, and when he looks up at her he can see the unbidden worry on her face.
“No,” he states, doing his best to harden his voice back to something bordering on in control, “No, it’s nothing like that. I promise, I won’t turn into one of those things.” He holds her gaze for a long moment, steady despite his racing heart.
“Well, then what?” She reaches for him again, her hand barely landing on his shoulder before his control snaps like a rubber band.
He crowds into her space, too big - a fucking bull in a china shop - forcing her back until she’s pressed up against the rotting wood of the wall before bending down and catching her in a bruising kiss.
Rebecca whimpers into his mouth, stiff, and for a breathless second everything in his body tenses. He hopes to god he’ll be able to reign himself in if she pushes him off.
Only she doesn’t.
Instead, the tension drains from her, her smaller body relaxing into his until she’s eagerly returning his kiss.
“Fuck. Fuck, I’m sorry,” he gasps in the moments their lips aren’t connected, the words whispered into her mouth. “I’m sorry, I can’t-” Her tongue touches his, and the heat sears in his veins, raw, animal need turning everything else to static.
“It’s sweet,” she murmurs, licking the nectar from his lips, “Like honey.”
I bet you taste the same, he thinks, ravenous, and squeezes at the flesh below her med pouch.
“Probably an aphrodisiac…” she says, slurring slightly, and Chris realizes that she’s probably experiencing the same rush of need as him.
“Like, a thing that makes you horny?” He asks, because he’s not dumb, but at times like this a little clarity goes a long way.
“Y- yeah…” Rebecca is blushing, and fuck, but she’s cute when she blushes.
That explains a lot, at least. It’s good to know that it’s the plant that’s making him feel this way, and not some weird mental break.
“I… I don’t think I can-” he starts, only to get cut off.
“I don’t want you to stop.” She says it quick, but he can hear the sincerity in her words. “Please, Chris…”
He stops thinking after that.
He crushes their lips back together, desperate and carnal as he forces his tongue inside of her mouth. She opens for him easily, grasping at the back of his neck to try and drag him in closer.
She’s soft and small - tiny in a way he’s not used to in a partner - but he can’t deny that he likes it. Rebecca half-climbs him and he grabs on quickly, one hand on her ass while the other buries itself in her short hair.
In his arms, her clothed cunt presses hot against the line of his cock, and he ruts against her like an animal, growling into her mouth at the layers of clothing separating them.
“I’ve got it,” she says, and reaches down between them, messing with buckles and zippers until he hears the heavy thud of her cargo pants hitting the floor. When she finds his belt it takes every ounce of control left in him to let her work, reminding himself that the less he thrusts into her hands, the sooner he can bury himself inside of her cunt.
The second his cock is free he’s hiking her legs up around him, her body braced against the wall as he thrusts mindlessly against her slick folds, searching for the right angle.
“Chris, Chris…” she pants, sounding as close to delirious as he feels, only to throw her head back seconds later when he sinks inside. “H- h- h- holy- holy shit, that’s- ah! Fuck, big,” she gasps, her blunt nails digging into the meat of his shoulders as she clings to him.
And yeah, he bets it feels big, because she’s tight and hot and slick around him as he starts to thrust properly, her pussy practically sucking him in as he moves.
He buries his face into the crook of her neck as he fucks her with abandon, kissing and licking at the sensitive skin because it’s the closest thing to gentle he can manage right now, and he really does like the rookie. He hopes she’s at least enjoying herself.
Rebecca rocks her hips against him, fucking herself down on his cock, and yeah, okay, he’s pretty sure she is.
The way she moans on his cock is beautiful - needy little sounds that get punched out of her each time he pushes in until he’s burying himself to the hilt inside of her every time. He’s honestly a little impressed - he hadn't thought such a little body would be able to take the entirety of his cock, and yet here she is, riding him like a pro.
He’s losing himself before he knows it, mindlessly chasing his high like it’s the only way he’ll make it to dawn, and hell, with the way his night had been going, maybe it is.
He cums hard enough that his legs shake, the crashing wave of relief settling over him like a blanket even as his cock remains just as hard and needy as ever inside of Rebecca.
“I feel like I could go another ten rounds,” he mutters into her neck, only to feel her body shake around him as she laughs.
“Thank god it’s not just me,” she says with a breathy giggle that makes his heart flip-flop.
“Rescue’s gonna lose their damn minds when they find us,” Chris huffs, even as he repositions his grip on her thighs.
“We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it,” she promises, “Now come on, get to it.”