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A much needed reprieve	By : angelicaLioncourt Category: -Movies Misc > General Views: 820 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from George a Romero or the Martin franchise nor do I make any money from writing this.

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It’s about a half hour later, and Martin sits by the window. The voices in the living room had long since faded into the background. He remembered hearing Jill bumping around in her room at some point before the sound of the shower kicking on. His eyes grew heavy. The sound of cars whizzing by in the distance and the occasional siren lulled him into an almost trance-like state. He had nearly fallen asleep when there was a faint tapping sound at the door. He gets up from the windowsill slowly making his way over to the door.
“Hello?”
“It's me…” whispers Jill.
There was a faint flutter of excitement in the pit of his stomach.
He cracks open the door slowly, careful not to disturb the bells. His eyes skim over her briefly, She had just gotten out of the shower, her hair was still damp, some of the dark tendrils sticking to her skin. She had on a pale blue tank top with black shorts that sat extremely low on her hips. He swallowed thickly.
“Can I talk to you for a minute?” She asks.
“Sure..” He says, quickly scanning the hall behind her, before ushering her inside.
She didn’t say anything for a moment, instead surveying his room. She paused in front of his bed, fingers resting lightly on one of the bedposts.
“Are you okay?” he asks after a moment.
She turned to face him, “ yeah, I’m fine I just--”
“I hate it when he talks to you like that…” He interrupted
Jill sighed, “ I’m guessing you heard that huh…” To which he answered with a nod.
He walked over to her spot by the bed eyes lingering on her arm.
“Did he hurt you?” he asks reaching out, fingers lightly grazing over the spot that Cuda grabbed her.
“No...not at all… I’m fine” She says
“Are you sure?”
She nods.
He hesitates for a moment before urging her forward, wrapping his arms around her tightly. She returns the embrace fully, as his hands run soothingly over her back. He was so sweet sometimes. They remain there for a moment, his chin resting against her head. There is a sudden roar of laughter coming from downstairs and they reluctantly separate.
“Martin, you know I don't believe any of that stuff right?”
“I know…”
“ The vampire nonsense... The magic... any of it”
He steps back slightly.
“I know, and I'm glad… just as long as he doesn't get crazy…”
“I’ll try to talk to him tomorrow.”
He nods, and Jill chews on her lower lip for a moment, remembering part of the reason for coming up there.
“ I just wanted to say I’m sorry again, for the way I acted during dinner-” She started
“It's okay… “ he said
‘‘No it’s not… I’ve had a lot on my mind, lately--I never should have taken it out on you”
“It’s okay..” He says again, reassuringly. He lowers his head slightly trying to meet her gaze, which she was avoiding again. He could tell that she was anxious.

“ Jill I was thinking, I’d really like to go to the lake..”
“Hmm?”
“ You asked me this morning If I wanted to go. I would really like to go there sometime, maybe just with you”
Jill couldn’t help but smile
“That sounds like a great idea Martin, definitely.”
The air seemed to shift, and they made small talk for a few moments before Jill off-handedly changed the subject.
“It’s funny, I wasn't really feeling the lake today. I got there… it was fine.. but I just was not in the mood. So I decided to come home early, I wanted to see if maybe you wanted to do something”
He could feel his stomach contract slightly at her statement, but his face remained impassive.
“Did you really?” He asked, as casually as he could, walking over to the dresser.
“ Yeah, I wish I’d known you were home too, we could have maybe done something together.”
She tried to study his face but it was hard. His head was downcast, as he idly traced his fingers along the corners of the dresser. He could feel the heat rise to his face. “Yeah… I was here…”
“ You were so quiet I barely heard you…” She laughed, as she made her way over to his place at the dresser.
“What did you say you were doing again? Reading?”
His heartbeat thunders in his ears, as she stops directly behind him, he could smell the faint scent of her shampoo and something vaguely floral.
“Yeah, reading…” he says quietly.
She reaches forward, tentatively placing her hands on his back, and she could feel him jump at the initial contact. Was he trembling?
“ I like to read too.. “ she offered, as she soothingly began running her hand along his lower back.
“Do you?” he whispers over his shoulder.
He shivers slightly as she continues her caress, nails raking over his back, fingers gently tugging at the fabric of his shirt.
She could feel the tension coiling at the pit of her stomach. Her hands were moving to their own accord now, and she really had no idea what they would do next, what she would say next. She had to broach the subject delicately.
“M-mhmm..” She nods, slipping her hands around his waist, pressing herself against his back. He leans into her… she takes that as a good sign.
He swallows thickly, heartbeat thundering in his ears. He slowly moves his hands to rest on top of hers, linking their fingers together.
She opens her mouth to speak but hesitates, instead pressing her cheek to his back. Would he be angry? Would he hate her if he knew she’d watched him?
“Do you always think about me when you’re reading Martin?” She whispers, finally, and she could feel him physically tense. She immediately panics but remains motionless in complete silence.
Don’t be angry... don’t be angry….
Martin’s cheeks start to burn in equal parts shame and excitement. His body was already starting to react. The sensation of her breath ghosting over his skin, her breasts pressing against his back, she was so warm. He could feel himself start to stiffen.
“I'm so sorry…” He breathes quietly.
”Shh... “
Standing up on her tiptoes, she presses her lips to his neck.
“I’m sorry…’’ he offers again
“Why are you sorry? “
She begins leaving slow lingering kisses along his neck. She moves her hands higher, smoothing them over his chest.
He shakes his head slightly, still unable to face her. She felt so good, he wanted her to keep holding him. Her lips left a burning trail over his skin, every nerve in his body seemed to stand on end. He wants to speak but his breath hitches in his throat.
“ Why are you sorry?” She urges once again, drawing his earlobe between her teeth. He inhales sharply, as a new rush of blood flows below. He’s breathing heavily now and presses his hands tightly to hers.
“Don’t be sorry…”

“ I’d just like to help you out next time… If you’d let me..”
The second the words came out, she already regretted them... They were so blunt, there was no turning around.
Dumb...that sounded so dumb...
There was a brief pause, as Martin mulled over her words. Was he dreaming? He actually thought he was dreaming.
He turned to her suddenly, regarding her for only a second before he pressed his lips to hers. Chastely, almost as though asking a question. He drew back for a moment, nose barely touching hers, he brings his hands to her face thumb tracing over her jawline, before kissing her again. He nearly swoons when her warm lips part beneath his, tongue darting across his lower lip. He follows her actions, melding their lips together, wrapping his arms around her tightly. A low moan escapes his throat.
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A much needed reprieve