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Sophia barely had time to recover before Alex pressed her down, their bodies aligning perfectly, heat against heat, slick and desperate. She reached between them, guiding Alex’s fingers inside her, her moan swallowed by Alex’s lips as they moved together, pushing, pulling, giving, taking.

The friction, the connection—it was almost too much.

Sophia’s nails raked down Alex’s back as the pleasure built again, sharp and unstoppable. Their bodies moved in perfect rhythm, breathless, fevered, until Sophia was once more spiraling, this time taking Alex with her.

They broke apart only to come back together, gasping, clinging, lost in the wreckage of pleasure.

When it was over, they lay tangled in each other, skin damp, hearts racing.

Alex pressed a lazy kiss to Sophia’s shoulder, fingers tracing nonsense patterns over her hip.

“Promise me something,” Sophia murmured, still breathless.

Alex hummed, pressing another kiss to the hollow of her throat. “Anything.”

“No matter what happens—no matter how hard things get—we fight for this. For us.”

Alex lifted her head, meeting Sophia’s gaze, her expression softer now, but no less intense.

“Always, because I will love you, forever.” she vowed.

“And I love you, you big softie,” Sophia whispered.

Outside, the night was still, but never silent. The world beyond their walls was dangerous, but in moments like this, it almost felt distant, as if they existed in a space untouched by ruin.

This was a life they would never let go.

Sophia nestled closer, her hand splayed over Alex’s ribs, feeling the steady thrum of her heartbeat. In the quiet, her mind drifted—to the child sleeping just a room away, their daughter, their miracle. She thought of the future they were carving out for her, of the lessons they would teach her, of the world they hoped to rebuild, if only piece by piece.

One day, it might be safer.

One day, they might be able to share the truth.

Sophia was immune. The infection had once tried to take hold of her, sinking its teeth into her flesh, flooding her veins with death. But it had never claimed her. Her body had resisted, had fought back, had refused to succumb.

Only a handful of people knew—Alex, of course, and a few trusted others. It was a secret they guarded fiercely because knowledge like that could turn their lives upside down. It could turn Sophia into a target again.

But maybe, when the world was ready—when their child was older, when they were confident it wouldn’t cost them everything—they could share what they knew. They could help others. Perhaps, just perhaps, Sophia’s blood could be the key to something greater than mere survival.

Alex sighed contentedly, her lips brushing over Sophia’s forehead, pulling her from her thoughts. “What are you thinking about?”

Sophia hesitated, then smiled. “The future.”

“We have one now. Because of you.”

“Because of us.”