Alice and the T-virus survivor, who I'll call T for the sake of convenience, made their way through the abandoned hospital ward, their footsteps echoing off the cold, tiled floors. They were on the hunt for supplies, T for medication and sanitary products, and Alice for anything that might be of use in their fight against the T-virus.
As they searched, Alice couldn't help but tease T about her need for feminine hygiene products. "A girl scout, always prepared, huh?" she said, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth.
T rolled her eyes, but there was a hint of a smile on her face. "And here I thought you were a big, strong meathead who could handle anything," she shot back.
Alice chuckled, not taking offense. "I can handle a lot of things, but I'll leave the girl stuff to the experts."
Eventually, they came across a ward that they could secure for the night. Alice took charge, barricading the door with a heavy cabinet while T searched the room for supplies. She came back with a handful of medication and a box of pads. "Stocking up for the apocalypse?" Alice asked, raising an eyebrow.
T laughed. "You never know when you might need these things. Better to be safe than sorry."
As they made small talk, Alice couldn't help but feel drawn to T. There was something about her confidence and strength that was incredibly attractive. She found herself wanting to know more about her, to peel back the layers and see what made her tick.
T, for her part, seemed just as interested in Alice. She asked him about his experiences with the T-virus, but Alice was evasive, not wanting to talk about it. Instead, they focused on lighter topics, like their past lives and hobbies.
The flirting started innocently enough, with playful banter and teasing. Alice made lewd comments about T's body, and T responded by making suggestive comments about Alice's strength and masculinity. But as the night wore on, the tension between them grew.
They started to undress, teasing each other with slow, deliberate movements. Alice's heart raced as T's eyes raked over his body, and he could feel the heat radiating off of her.
Finally, they couldn't resist any longer. They gave in to their desires, their bodies coming together in a passionate explosion of pleasure. Afterwards, they lay in bed, exhausted and satisfied.
Alice couldn't help but make a joke about T "owing him one" for the sanitary products. T laughed, the sound rich and full in the quiet room. "I'll consider it a down payment," she said, a wicked glint in her eye.
As they drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other's arms, Alice couldn't help but feel grateful for the T-virus. If it weren't for the apocalypse, she never would have met T, and she couldn't imagine her life without her now.
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