Then You'd Love Me?

Sam sat in the kitchen feeling confused, the feeling was starting to annoy him because it had been there since he’d woken up and he simply couldn’t shake it. Now fully dressed in a simple pair of black jeans and the purple shirt he’d overheard Mimi say she liked once he stared at the two cups of tea on the table in front of him and waited for Mimi to knock on the back door that led into the kitchen. Within seconds she was pounding on the glass with both fists, looking frantic and worried, he stood from his chair and shuffled to the door, opening it and feeling her fall onto him almost immediately.

“Sam...” He patted her shoulder for a second and smirking at the tiny straps of her black vest top that seemed lost in the thicker blue bra straps, then wondered what to do next. “What are we going to do?” She whispered breaking away and slowly walking towards the table. Sam watched her, smiling a little then realising the whole world except the two of them was dead and feeling disgusted with his one track mind.

“What did the message say?” He asked sheepishly, trying his very best to shake off the last few dregs of arousal that seemed intent on sticking to him like glue. “Did they say when everyone is coming back?” He heard Mimi sigh and felt stupid, a feeling he often felt when talking to girls.

“We’re an imperfect race...” She said weakly, feeling her heart falling with every passing second. The reality of her situation was hitting her harder every time she thought about it and she wasn’t sure how long she could take life with Sam as the only man left on the planet. “We need to start again.” Reluctantly she admitted this, wishing it wasn’t true. She was still pissed off with Sam for rejecting her advances and wasn't sure she was ready to engage in a full on fuck-fest with him, even if the planet depended on it.

“Shall we get down to it then?” He asked shrugging his shoulders and rubbing his hands together eagerly.

“You’re so bloody insensitive!” Mimi wailed, bursting into tears again and leaning over the table. Sam’s insensitive and perverted eyes moved immediately to the back of her jeans, which firmly held the backside he loved so dearly. Deep down, they were both heartbroken, but obsessing over getting laid was less painful than obsessing over what they'd lost.

“Sorry...” He muttered, not feeling all that sorry at all as he admired the slightly curvy figure in front of him. Mimi had never been a supermodel, but she was the kind of girl Sam could dream about throwing on a bed and having a great time with. “I made you some tea.” He offered with a boyish smile. He fantasised about lots of girls, and there wasn't much that made Mimi stand out, except for the fact that she fantasised about him too, so in his mind, that made her perfect for him and helped him look beyond her imperfections, such as her short temper and dodgy fashion sense at times.

“Thanks.” She stood to her full height and took a few steps back from the table, running her fingers through her dark hair as the clicking of her stiletto heels shattered the silence they’d been left with. She knew she'd just have to accept it. Sam was perfectly acceptable and she liked him, she'd always liked him.

“I’m sorry about the other day.” He said quietly, she looked up and smiled, shrugging, much in the same way he did earlier. She didn't want him to be sorry, she just wanted him to carry her off to bed and make it up to her... She felt sick at her own thoughts, but free at the same time.

“It’s alright.” She strode back towards the table, pushing a weak smile onto her face and sitting down next to where he stood, joined a few seconds later by Sam himself. “I’m all you have now, you don’t really have a choice.” Secretly she was thrilled to be telling him this, but she didn't want him to know quite yet.

“I did want you...” His hand was creeping from his own knee towards hers, she noticed but didn’t bother fighting back. They both knew they wanted each other, and perhaps that was why they’d been saved. They were just kids, uncomplicated, average, slightly horny kids who just wanted to fuck each other and maybe get married some day. There were no complications, issues or problems deep down, just a little shyness, and now there was nobody there to watch them, that seemed to melt away. “Come on Mimi.” He bravely reached across and stroked her knee gently, a few fingertips cautiously slinking up her thighs. She shivered a little, gripping onto the edge of the tablecloth and looking down at his hand as it moved further and rested gently on her zip. “Let’s make something good out of something bad...” Her stomach jolted suddenly, a buzz of pleasure ran from head to toe, spending an extra few seconds down in her core, leaving a little wetness to remind her how powerless she was and within minutes, she was his. He undressed her quickly, leaving her in only her underwear as he led her by the hand to his parent’s bedroom, avoiding his own so she wouldn’t she the mess, which for Sam was actually a smart move. “I always wanted your arse you know...”

“That won’t make a baby.” She snapped, pulling him down on top of her and kissing his lips forcefully. He felt himself hardening again as she tugged gently on his hair, her passion becoming obvious to even our dim witted friend Sam. He struggled out of his jeans and heard a slight rip as her hands tore at his shirt.

“Oh God...” He stared down at her, nipples poking promisingly through the cups of her bra as her body writhed in anticipation. He leaned down to kiss her, just as she leaned up to kiss him and the two butted heads. "Fuck.. sorry." He whispered, she smiled, shaking her head, her hair brushing against the tip of his nose.

"It's ok." She muttered in reply as he leant one hand against the mattress to hold himself up and the other to move down her body, rubbing a little too hard when he reached her stomach and hearing her groan in disapproval. It wasn't his first time, but it had been a while and he was nervous and hoping to make a good impression.

"You..." He paused, pulled a little on her knickers and looked away in embarrassment at how badly it was all going. She reached down and assisted him, pulling with him and lifting her hips from the bed so he could slide them down her legs and throw them aside. "I erm..."

"Sam, relax..." She whispered, reaching up to his cheek with one of her hands and stroking it gently, she smiled reassuringly and he smiled back, looking down at her almost naked body. He watched her eyes close and a smile spread across her face as one of his fingers brushed gently over her clitoris. "Oh..." She moaned softly as he sped up, rubbing it a little harder, and teasingly pressing one of his fingers against her wet opening, just enough to steal another moan.

"I just don't want to screw up." He admitted, she smiled but didn't open her eyes, giving another reassuring moan as he gently eased a finger inside of her.

"It's alright, I'm on the bottom so you're screwing down." He laughed a little and there was silence for a moment. Not the frightening and awkward kind from before, but sweet silence. Silence that reminded him he'd finally scored with the girl he'd been after for months, silence that reminded him he was actually going to come at least twice in one day, silence that reminded him life wasn't so bad. A loud bang broke Sam's happy, sweet silence and he fell on top of her in shock. She cried out in pain as his finger rammed inside her and he did his best to pull it out and try to ease the pain, showering her neck and face in kisses apologetically.

"Unhand the female human." Came a voice behind him, he watched Mimi's eyes open and grow wide and didn't dare look behind him.

"Oh fucking hell..."