M. Marshall - The End Is Nigh

“Alright.” I looked up at him and moved my hand to his neck, lightly touching the side of his chin I guided his face towards me. I opened my lips and caught his lower one in mine, gently sucking at it and then let go to move in for a more passionate kiss, using my tongue I traced the outline of his upper lip and automatically his lips parted. This was a trick I used to use on first dates back in uni when I wanted to make sure I got a second one; I had been good at dating back then I remembered. How hard could it be to relive it?

And I tried. I ran my fingers around from the backs of his ears to the nape of his neck and let my lips explore every part of his. From the raging fire which had burned so fiercely within him at the beginning, there remained a small flicker in his response. If he didn’t get a little more into this, I was worried that Debbie wouldn’t feel the need to switch off. Hoping to move things along a little faster I took hold of his top and started to lift it over his head. He looked at me, shocked. I had to stifle a laugh, his reaction was almost comical in comparison to the last time we were in this situation, and he was trying his best to get me naked.

Liam allowed me to take off the pale green top and I threw it on the floor. I didn’t need to pretend to be attracted to Liam. Physically he was beautiful. Tall with a muscular frame and it showed that he had taken great care over the shape of his body. I hadn’t a clue what his profession had been before we met but someone this fit had to be a personal trainer or a gym bunny at the very least.

I was awkwardly aware of my own post-baby body as I reached up to touch his chest and ached a little that this was all just an act. Last time it had felt real. This time it needed to look convincing, and that was all. I must have paused, too much thinking going on for my part. Liam put a finger under my chin and tilted my head up to look at him. As his eyes scanned my face, looking for something, they softened.

“Shall we lie on the bed?” Unable to speak I moved over to lie on the bed pushed up against the wall. As I lowered myself down, I noted the small camera positioned above the door. Debbie would have a perfect view.

He lay down next to me, and I took the opportunity to whisper what Debbie had said about heavy petting. He raised an eyebrow and whispered back.

“I’m going to do my thing, tell me when to stop or if I do something you’re not comfortable with. Okay?” I couldn’t think of what to reply, and so I just nodded. Argh, he’ll think I’m a nodding dog at this rate. “Let’s make things a little more even I think.”

He pushed my top up and pulled it off over my head to reveal my bra. The same one he had almost taken off completely at our last meeting. Not giving anything away he ran his hands along the waistband of my jeans until he reached the zipper and checked to see my reaction. Once he could see that I was on board he slid them off so quickly I hardly knew it had happened.

Without warning, he hooked his thick forearms under the back of each one of my legs and pulled my knees up to my chest and explored the skin on the inside of my thighs with his fingertips. He made a big show of pushing them apart for the camera before he fell in between them, leaning over the top of me he brushed away the hair covering my mouth. He lowered his face to mine and whispered in my ear “They only need to think we’re having sex, we don’t have to do it. Don’t look so scared.”

“Sorry.” I felt like a rabbit caught between the headlights. This was so weird.

He began kissing me and lowered one hand down by his waist to mime the action of fumbling with his crotch and slowly Liam began to move his hips against mine. Just as I was attempting to deal with what was happening above me Liam’s movements started to pick up speed sending my mind off again as I tried to pull it back. I needed to focus on something else.

Remember this is a charade Lizzy. I wrapped my legs around his waist hoping to make it look more authentic. But in doing so, it brought the sensitive part of my groin directly in line with the fold of his fly. He moved harder against me, and my body started to respond. In the heat of the moment, I had completely forgotten that I was supposed to tell him when to stop. Until Liam’s thick voice broke the spell when he spoke gruffly into the mattress beside my head.

“Do you think we’ve convinced them yet? Because if not I might need to rip off the rest of your clothes.” Some of the fury from earlier had returned to his face, but this time it felt much less like anger and more like lust. He swung his legs over mine and got off the bed to stand and straightened himself out.

“Yes, sorry.” I stuttered “Ready to go, very convincing. Yep… Let’s go.” I jumped up and wriggled back into my jeans as quickly as physically possible, but the fact that my legs were slick with sweat made it more difficult. My heart was pounding in my chest. I tried my best to hurry as I worked to ignore the tingling sensations travelling down the inside of my legs.

LISTENING AT THE door to check for Debbie outside we waited in silence. Liam looked down at me straightening my top and shook his head in disbelief at our circumstances.

“I’m still struggling to get my head around this. How are we supposed to get out?” His stern expression earlier had now given way to a more natural look of concentration as he listened for sounds of life out in the corridor.

“Let me go first and check there isn’t anyone there. The last time I came to see you I left this room and saw no-one. I know a quiet route to the tunnel once we get up to the women’s quarters, but I will need to send you on ahead to meet Shadow and then I’ll follow with Rosa.” He nodded and I opened the door to step out into the corridor.

I was able to see along the length of it. The set of steel stairs at the end would lead to another set of corridors. Those went past the canteen area and women’s dorms until there was a sharp right turn which would lead up a steep incline to the part of the bunker which had been adjusted when it had become a museum. At the top of that steep incline, Shadow would be sat patiently waiting for his evening walk beside the fire exit. Once we were through that we would have about 2 hours to get as far away as possible before anyone realised that we were missing. That was the best case scenario.

“What do we say if anyone sees me on the wrong floor?” It was the first time he had sounded afraid; he had a right to be. I was. We were going to be in serious shit if someone caught us trying to leave without permission and he wasn’t even supposed to leave the room. I needed to collect Rosa asap and get out of here before that happened.

“We’ll say you’ve been called to a meeting in the administration room.” It sounded much more confident coming out of my mouth than It felt in my head. We could easily be proved wrong depending on who we bumped into.

I reached the bottom of the steel staircase and glanced up checking that it was empty. I signalled over my shoulder and beckoned for Liam to follow. He was at my side instantly and stayed there as we ascended the stairs. In a matter of seconds we were passing the canteen and then the dorm rooms.

So far so good. We hadn’t seen a soul. Now I needed to send him up to wait with Shadow while I doubled back to collect Rosa.

“You go up this tunnel and take the first right turn, it’s dark to begin with, but you will see the red EXIT light up ahead. Shadow is waiting for us there. You need to wait with him by the door until I can join you. I shouldn’t be more than two minutes but if I’m more than five leave without me.”

“I’m not leaving you here!” He grabbed my forearms and positioned me so that I was forced to look at him; I brushed him off.