“Ha, ha, Alice, funny!” Bette flipped her the bird. “Ok, let’s get ourselves cozy and if we need anything, we’ll all just shout.”

“Heh, yeah,” Alice added, “like ‘ahhhhhh, fuck, help me, the infected are in my room!’” Lara looked terrifed. Alice apologized and led her to their room. “Good night guys. Seriously, it’s going to be ok.”

Helena and Bette got to work making their room into a comfortable space. “Oh look, side bar thingys.” Bette exclaimed.  “We won’t fall out of bed.” She sighed. “I don’t know about those wackos downstairs. I mean they have keys to this place, and they’re just hanging out down there.”

“Well,” Helena started, her mouth pressed into a thin line. “Maybe if we hadn’t spent the entire afternoon checking out the morgue, we could have hit the hardware store and fixed the silly helicopter.” She placed the baby carefully on the bed, surrounding her with blankets so that she wouldn’t roll away.

“Awww, baby, are you mad?” Bette smiled sheepishly. She held out her arms. “I’m sorry. I know it was dumb…please don’t be mad…” Her last resort was goofy talk, and she was grateful that her pouting girlfriend allowed her to indulge in this, without further argument. Bette held Helena and rubbed her back and sides, while Helena sighed and pretended to be terribly put upon.  Bette undressed her, carefully undoing her Vulcan, and laying it beside the bed on two chairs. Helena looked exhausted.  Bette climbed up into bed with her, amusing herself for a few moments with the bed’s automatic switches, while Helena fed the baby. “All done?” She murmured, taking Caiohme and rubbing her back. Helena nodded, as their daughter fell asleep. “Already sleeping through the night.” Bette smirked. “Lucky us.” She wiggled her eyebrows as Helena laughed quietly.

“Hmmmm…I’m too tired.” Helena yawned and stretched. “Hmmmm, but maybe…I don’t know…”

“yeah?” Bette grinned. “What? Do you have a request?” She squirmed happily, waiting to see what Helena wanted most of all.

“Hmmmm….yeah baby, I have a request…” Helena turned onto her belly, lifting her shirt and taking off her tank top. Bette’s mouth went dry as Helena’s back was exposed.

“what is it?” Bette’s voice squeaked. She saw Helena’s perfect ass, clad in her thin bikini briefs, and her eyes moved up Helena’s back. She was certain that Helena would ask her to touch her from behind, to climb on top and…

“Backrub…” Was what Helena murmured instead. Bette smiled, sighed, and got to work.  

They fell asleep shortly after. Bette’s hand lay on Helena’s lower back, while the baby slept peacefully between them. Sometime early in the morning, Bette climbed over so that she could spoon Helena. Sometime soon after, they woke up and began to kiss and murmur quietly. Helena brushed Bette’s hand away, smiling into her mouth, and touched her instead. Bette moaned softly as Helena moved her fingers slowly inside of her. Sometime around 4am, Helena kissed her way down Bette’s chest, murmuring her love for the woman who had stood by her through the end of the world. Sometime soon after, Bette came hard, pressing the back of Helena’s head gently, and arching her back.

Sometime around 5am, the research team in the lab beneath them, saw that their canisters had gone empty. Sometime soon after, they all took a turn for the very very worst. Sometime around 5:20am, they made their way down the hallway of the first floor.

Tbc, after I do something halfway decent with my ab fab chapter.