Apocalyptic Rebirth: With a repairman system space, she rises again.-Chapter 446: F...the watchers.

They were in bed, but sleep was taking its sweet time to claim them. Sunshine was twisting and sighing. Hades was facing the ceiling, counting sheep from one to one hundred. He was at sixty five, and he had a feeling that he would have to restart when he reached one hundred.

"Can’t sleep?" Sunshine asked, turning her head to face him in the dark.

Hades turned his head as well. He moved his hand, tucking a single strand of escaped hair behind her ear. Even in the dim light, he just knew it was there because it was there. His hand lingered on her cheek for a moment. "We seem to be suffering from the same problem. After the relaxation session and the day of action which you had, I thought you would sleep like a log through the night."

She sighed. "Too much noise upstairs, in my mind. I need a distraction."

He smiled. That sounded like a call to arms. "I know what could be a good distraction."

Sunshine chuckled. "Your mind is always filled with bad ideas."

He disagreed. "Loving you is not a bad idea. The bad idea is you always chickening out before we reach the main activity. Why are you afraid of? How long has it been?" He asked, his voice a low murmur.

Sunshine bit her lower lip. It wasn’t that she did not want to have sex, she was just worried that there would be some kind of attack while they were twisting and grunting. Then, they would have to join the battle whilst naked!!

She was also worried about the children walking in on them. They did not lock their door at night so that the children could easily access them in case of emergencies. She often imagined the two of them being caught right in the midst of the act.

Castiel, the little tattletale would share such news with his whole classroom.

"Don’t you think the watchers are watching?" She asked, raising her head to look at the window. She could see the shadows of the watchers on the bubble.

He slid a hand down to her cheek and cupped the back of her neck. "Then we should give them something worth watching." He tugged her closer. "I am a normal man Suni. One with a gorgeous wife. I can’t help myself. I want you."

She slid a hand on his chest, savoring the warmth of his body, the feel of his hard chest muscles. "I...." she squeezed her eyes. "I want you too. But at the same time, I think having sex in the apocalypse is weird."

He laughed. "It is not weird. There is nothing weird about desire. What this is, is torture." He placed a thumb on her bottom lip. "Almost a whole year of torture. How many more cold showers must your husband take? We are wasting good water Suni..." His hand slid to her waist.

He turned her over and pinned her down.

She tipped her head back; eyes fixed on his. He had not even kissed her, but her body was melting into his. His gaze was hot, like he wanted to burn the thin pajamas off her body.

Sunshine averted her gaze and looked out of the window. "The watchers..."

"Fuck the watchers." He kissed her.

Her lips parted in surprise, his tongue snaked inside. His mouth tasted like mangoes, wine and apples. His kiss was familiar but also not. Usually, he was gentle, careful. He often kissed her like he was afraid to break her. But not tonight.

His hand slid to her waist, to the waistband of her pajama bottoms. It was perfectly safe night attire, so she liked to think. But the second his hands started unraveling it, the safety was gone.

He pulled back and ripped it off in one swift move.

She gasped.

He had a look in his eyes, the same one she had when she was hunting a beast. Focused. Determined. His hands slid up her thighs and she closed her eyes. His hands were so warm, or was it her body. She could not tell.

Hades caressed the sensitive parts of her skin in a way that made her shiver and curl her toes. He kissed her, as if he was the cure to the very shivering he had caused.

He dug his hands into her waist, and nipped the corner of her mouth. He was all passion, fire and hardness. She was pliant and willing, putty in his hands and she was loving those hands.

Everywhere they touched, it felt as if she were on fire.

He lowered his head and kissed her stomach. "I won’t stop tonight." He declared with a groan. "Do you understand?"

Sunshine nodded.

Who cared about watchers?

****

To avoid Dwayne, Nimo was not training with the general population anymore. She had taken to running for an hour and using the private gym in Sunshine’s building.

At five a.m, she clipped the leash onto her dog Dash and left her house. The air was equal parts warm and cool. The residential street where she lived was brightly lit but empty--until she saw him. Dwayne Newsom, the bane of her existence!

He stood at the edge of her walkway, hands in pockets, shoulders straight. Her breath caught. Panic surged. Her mind went into flight or fight mode and around him, lately, flight always won.

She wanted to retreat into the safety of her house and pretend that she had not seen him. But, before she could flee, Dash broke into a joyful run to welcome Dwayne as if the man was his master.

She was dragged along but she resisted all the way. And when they reached him, she dropped the leash and turned around.

Dwayne reached out, caught her hand and stopped her escape.

"Come on," he said simply, his voice low, almost gruff. He didn’t let go until she stepped forward.

They ran side by side, Dash trotting happily ahead. Every once in a while, the dog looked back and barked like it was telling them to speed up. Dwayne did not say anything and Nimo’s nerves buzzed with every silent stride.

Her mind screamed questions that she wanted to ask him. What do you want? Why were waiting outside my house? For how long were you there?

What does this mean? Do you have feelings for me too?

With her mind in quagmire, her speed lagged compared to the normal. Dwayne noticed and he slowed his pace though he was clearly capable of more.

When they passed a truck that was delivering supplies to the labs, he shifted instinctively, placing himself between her and the vehicle. When Dash tugged too hard after meeting other canines that patrolled the base, he steadied her with a hand on her elbow.

His presence was filled the very air she was breathing. Nimo found it a little hard to breathe.

By the time they circled back to her house, dawn was breaking.

"I will run with you again," he said.

Nimo nodded, unable to trust her voice.

After he left, she looked at Dash, confusion laced in her eyes. "What do you think he meant by that?" She asked the dog. "Will he be showing up every morning to run with me? Why is he doing this?" She groaned. "How am I supposed to avoid him now? This is worse than general training Dash."

Dash stared back at her, wondering what she was waiting for to give him water and breakfast.