World War Z

[Nikki Faroda]

"Oh ok," Ashley said as she washed off the crowbar. When she walked out Ricard was looking through his suitcase. She went and sat on the bed then laid down on it. 'This is his bed it's so comfy.' Then she heard a zipper and sat up. 'Was he? He was and right in front of her too. Damn he looked good in his nice navy blue boxer briefs. Muscles flexing at his every move. Oh man how badly she wanted to touch him, just touch of him, or no... embrace him, melt into his every molecule. 'As he started putting the cargo pants on she said, "What do you think you're doing,Ricard?" As he put on the shirt she said, "BBBBOOOOOOOOOOOO," and then started laughing at her own childishness.  

[Zihark Faroda]

Ricard couldn't help but smile at the peanut gallery over on the bed for all intents and purposes cat-calling him in a sense. At first he hadn't even realised he stripped down right in front of Ashley, not that it really mattered to him. He could care less who saw him and what they may have seen of him. 'Besides,' he thought to himself as he pulled on his pants, 'it's not like she didn't give me a show earlier. She can have one now.' When he had finally looked up at her, he couldn't do anything more than smirk at her, especially seeing her laughing like a little kid. It was quite cute the way she did that. He could make out the faint traces of red gracing her cheeks, but whether he had missed her blushing while he was getting dressed, or she was just beginning to blush, he wasn't quite sure of. "Now now, don't be like that," he joked. "We have other things to worry about. If you're a good girl though, then maybe you'll get another show later."  

[Nikki Faroda]

She stopped laughing and stood up with a smile still on her face. She winked and raised her eye brows while saying, "OOOhhhh i can't wait, but what's in it for you?" She went to stand right in front of him, looking up at him while she held back from busting out in laughter. Harley was sitting in the corner by the door.  

[Zihark Faroda]

Ricard just looked down at Ashley with his smug little smirk, trying to stop himself from busting out laughing. The smile on her face and the way she swaggered over to him were just too adorable. He just raised an eyebrow as he replied, "Hhmm, I don't know," in his usual smug tone, raising his hand up to rub his chin as if in deep thought. "I'm sure we'll think of something."  

[Nikki Faroda]

"Oh will we and what makes you think that?" Ashley started to walk in a circle around him. Looking directly at his eyes as she did. She liked the playful tone in his voice, eyes, and presence. It had been a very long time since she had had this much fun. She had never been able to make these kinds of jokes because she never had male friends. Oh boy, the things she had missed out on. What if she hadn't missed out cause Ricard was the only guy like this in the state of Connecticut and he wasn't even from there he was visiting.  

[Zihark Faroda]

"Call it a hunch," Ricard replied simply, his smugness even greater than before, as he stared back into her eyes. "I just know." He couldn't help but let a few chuckles out with that statement. "So what's with the circling? You're acting like some animal ready to pounce." His smile grew even wider at that.  

[Nikki Faroda]

While he was turning to face her; she stopped behind him. When he stopped and stared down at her, Ashley pushing him on to the bed, where she pinned him down. "Maybe that's cause i am, and if it weren't for the fact that you're probably my best chance to live through this i'd devour you whole" she said in his ear. Then she brought herself back up on her hands which rested on his nice chest. Her eyes were full of curiosity. She wanted to know how he was going to react to that.  

[Zihark Faroda]

Caught completely off guard, Ricard toppled over with little effort. Fortunately, the bed was right behind him to break his fall. Before Ricard could even figure out what was going on, Ashley was on top of him, pinning him down to the bed. He couldn't budge, partly because of his shock, partly because Ashley was stronger than she looked, and partly because deep down Ricard wasn't quite sure he wanted her to get off. Her whisper sent a chill down his spine, but not in a fear type of way; at least not entirely. It excited him. His eyes started darting back and forth, unsure of what to do, what to say, before they settled upon peering back into Ashley's beautiful orbs. This girl was certainly full of surprises. The corners of Ricard's mouth ever so slyly began to creep into his usual smirk as he finally found his voice. "Well," he began, "you're certainly a frisky one."  

[Nikki Faroda]

She looked a little confused for a second. Not sure why she did that, or whether it was ok. She couldn't help but stare right back into those wonderful eyes. The scent, presence, and feeling of his being hit her after a few seconds. She wasn't sure what to do, so she just stayed there staring at him with her face burning up. After a minute or two she asked "Ricard, you won't call me stupid if i ask a stupid question right?"  

[Zihark Faroda]

Ricard's head tilted slightly as confusion began to course through him. She was staring right back at him, and her face seemed to be getting redder and redder. He could certainly feel the heat that was now coming off of her face. "Well," Ricard began with a chuckle and snarky smirk, "depends on how stupid the question is." With his little laugh out of the way, Ricard turned serious again, his features becoming soft and warm. He could see the, what was it, worry, concern, it was something important at any rate, and maybe even potentially embarrassing, in Ashley's eyes, so teasing her wasn't really the best way to go about things. "But no, seriously," Ricard said, his voice even and smooth, trying to be as comforting as possible, "feel free to ask whatever you want. I won't think any less of you."  

[Nikki Faroda]

Ashley looked off to the side a little embarrassed. She felt so weird why was it so hard to ask him this? After a few minutes, she murmured almost inaudible, "what does frisky mean?" Her face went bright red as she started to bury her head in his chest.  

[Zihark Faroda]

There was a slight pause as Ricard's smile slackened sightly into a look of bewilderment, but he quickly recovered. Luckily, with Ashley's face buried in his chest, she wouldn't have noticed that and gotten the wrong idea. He certainly hadn't expected such a question, and truth be told wasn't quite sure how to answer it, at least, certainly not without embarrassing her more. Although, her laying on top of him and burying her face in his chest did feel really nice, though he couldn't explain exactly why. She was like a little kid, but it was more than that. With her like this, it was as if he could truly protect her. 'Just how sheltered was this poor girl,' Ricard thought to himself. "Um...well," Ricard began, still a little unsure how to proceed, "it could mean two different things. One is that frisky means playful, energetic...you know, like a puppy. The other one," Ricard hesitated, but continued, "still means playful, but in a horny sense."  

[Nikki Faroda]

"Oh and you meant it the second way? Or i guess you could have meant it both ..." Before Ashley could finish that thought Harley started whimpering by the window where she had jumped on to get a better view. Ashley quickly got up and ran to Harley. She looked out the window and all the color dropped from her face, "You done pack if not you might want to hurry."  

[Zihark Faroda]

Ricard just laid there as Ashley responded, a crooked half-smile, half-flustered look on his face. In truth he wasn't sure himself which one he meant; it had just come out in the heat of the moment, but thinking back on it, he supposed he did mean the second way. He was a little shocked by her nonchalance of his answer, almost seemingly accepting it. What exactly that meant he wasn't sure, but could it be that's actually what she herself had intended, maybe without realizing. The sudden weight lifted off his chest broke him out of his thoughts as he looked up to see not the bright rosy cheeks Ashley had been wearing just minutes before, but now looking as white as a sheet. Ricard quickly jumped to his feet and ran over to the window to see what Ashely had seen.

Coming down all the streets heading straight toward them were hordes of zombies, all shuffling along in their haphazard walk. They were still aways off, but if he and Ashley lingered any more than a couple minutes, they'd be completed surrounded. "The sound of the motorcycle," Ricard began saying hurriedly, "they must have been following it, even after we turned it off and came up here. They're coming from every direction; we can't take it back out. We don't have enough time to grab our stuff from it either. We'll have to make a run for it, come back later after the zombies have moved on to grab our stuff."  

[Nikki Faroda]

"How are we going to get out with them surrounding us like this, Ricard?" The panic showing through in every aspect of her voice. The thought having to watching Harley and Ricard die ... no killing them herself. She was so terrified this couldn't be happening. This was supposed to be a quick stop not a death spot. Ashley stared at Ricard trembling.