Birds were singing in Manhattan.

Not a cloud in the sky.

A clock tick-tocking across the room.

Clothes, disheveled, scattered all over polished tiles.

Slow breaths nearby.

Lipstick all over a calloused palm.

Soft murmuring, a dream half-articulated.

Loose blonde hair wrapped around rings and tattooed fingers.

Stirring, a yawn, cotton sheets brushing over skin.

The smell of coffee in the distance, was it that time already?

A pat on a shoulder, sleepy eyes wandering over ink and muscle.

"Machine's made coffee. You want some, uh..."

What was the name, again? Emilia? Lara? Charlie?

Her name spoken aloud, a sigh from him.

A crow landed on the balcony.

Apologies spoken. A chuckle - his name forgotten too.

Bodies sinking back onto the bed, no need for coffee yet.

Slow breaths. Eyes wandering, exploring, remembering.

A calmness overcomes them.

B̷̧̦͍͔̘̲̙͛̋̈́̇̈͋͛R̴̛̞͕̹͈̤̯̃͌̓̉͜A̷̫̼̓͊̎͜͝Ä̴̢̞̤͍̩́̌A̴̬̫͇̭̯̝͈͍͓͕͊̎͌́̆͜͝͠À̵̻̞̙͉̈́̀̊̚I̷̧̩̟̩̼̱̰̬͚̰̯̾́͋́̽̏͠Ĩ̴̻͙̜̯̼̭́̏͝I̵̗̱̜̠͆̔̍̑Ị̴̣̦̱̠̪̝͆́̍̓I̶̫͂̀́̊̃̌̉̈́̏̈́̚Į̶̡̧̧͇͙͉̝̣͌̎̒͂̆N̶̫͙̝͕̋͗̂̕̚͝N̵͙̞̞̳̍͒̓͌͗͐̽͋͑N̴̨̖͎͕̻̮̗̳̊̌Ņ̶̡̱̪͈̜̼͌̌͒͑̃̚S̵̟̥͙̤̤͔͚̜͂͛̆̈́S̶̡̛͔̤̹̐̑̎̐͋S̸̢̞͙̘̣͇̰̝̠̙̦̈́͊S̶̢̬͇̲̺̭̥̀͘!̸̖̗̙̹̭̀̋̄ͅ!̸̢̖̳͕́̑̆͑̉͊͠͝!̷̢͎̣̲̗̟̬̔̒͂̒̈́͊̂͘!̵̧͕̖̫̺̟͔̅̈́̃́̇̎̓̕̚͠͠ͅ

"Ah fuck. I hope my fridge's full enough for both of us."

It's the same thing. Snow, zombies - just don't go outside, and you are probably fine until public services have taken care of things. These two people never wanted to be around each other for more than a night, but as the morning comes, they both feel awfully content just... being around. Fortunately for them, a horde of zombies is taking over New York, again, and it usually takes the military a few days to sort things out.

Well, at least they got each other, a beautiful jacuzzi on his terrace, and a great view over the city. 50 stories above the streets, the smell is not all that bad either.

This piece is a lot shorter than what I usually write, but you should check out my prompts to get a grasp of my writing style.

I tend to write stories as a 3rd-person, personal narrator. Most of the time, I prefer a slower, more relaxed pace, both within the story and on a META level. Visual references can be quite fun and practical in my opinion, at least for outfits and sometimes architecture. Someone on DPP introduced me to the latter (you know who you are). No need to jump right in, let's discuss our characters and interests before we write our cozy, wholesome zombie romance!

Kinks: CMNF, Gentle Maledom, Oral (both ways), Deepthroat, Bodyworship, Toys, BDSM (light bondage, orgasm control), performing, outfit play, recording, romance, making out, athletic men, skinny/fit women, SSC, aftercare, collar/leash), massages, oilplay, anal, interracial

Limits: Toilet play, sweatplay, sounding, petplay, animals, incest, cheating, pubic hair, blood, lactation, impregnation, pregnancy play, footplay (except for massages), deliberately ugly characters, raceplay, DDlg, heavy painplay