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“Amber?” he asks. His voice is a little hoarse, as if he’s been rehearsing his lines in the mirror. “Come in,” I say, stepping aside and letting him cross the threshold into my apartment. The hallway is lined with photographs of old, cracked cityscapes. I lead him to the living room, where a single lamp casts a glow.
“I have a role for you,” I begin. “Tonight we’re not just two people. We’re the last two survivors in a fallout bunker and the world above is a radioactive wasteland. The air is thin, the lights flicker, and the only thing keeping us sane is a game of…imagination.”
he’s been rehearsing his lines
He nods, inhaling the stale scent of incense, as his eyebrows raise with the promise of something dark and intimate. I hand him a tattered notebook. Its pages are crammed with scribbles in my own handwriting. “You are Colonel Voss, hardened by war, scarred but still holding a sliver of hope. I am Dr. Lila Hart, the scientist who kept the bunker’s power alive, but my mind has begun to fracture from the isolation.”
I close my eyes, letting the narrative seep into my bones. “The lights sputter and I hear a low hum from the generator. I turn toward you, Colonel, and my hand trembles as I pull the emergency flashlight from the shelf. Its beam cuts through the darkness, revealing thousands of specs of dust dancing like tiny specters.”
He leans forward. “Lila, we’ve survived weeks without sunlight. I have a question that’s been gnawing at me since the radiation seeped through the walls. Have you ever…made love to a powerful man before?” A shiver runs through me, not from the cold, but from the intimacy of the question.
We linger in that suspended moment, staring deep into each other’s eyes, before I undress and offer him my body. He unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants, letting them fall to the floor. Without a word, I drop to my knees and suck his cock as if he were the only man I’ve ever loved, while not actually having loved him at all. He gently lifts my arms and pulls me up, before flipping me over and fucking me from behind. As the night stretches, the generator finally sighs and rund out of fuel, plunging the room into absolute blackness as we fuck each other over and over again.
When the lights flicker back on, the bunker walls are still there, and the world outside still uninhabitable. But for a heartbeat, we are something else. Two naked souls clinging to each other in the void, daring to imagine a future that might never come.
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