Gentle, loving

Your legs are wrapped tightly below her perky butt, and your fingers are still clenched around her wrist. Slowly, you bring your forehead against hers, rubbing your noses together.

She doesn't know how to react, so she doesn't. Your show of tenderness leaves her speechless, and she even seems to relax a little. She even takes one hand off her weapon.

You give her another kiss on the cheeks, then repeat a quiet "shhhhh". That is pretty much the extent of the language you're able to muster, what with your decayed undead brain. It's enough to calm her down, though, and she lets go of the knife completely.

Maybe she's given up and accepted her fate, or maybe the closeness between you causes her to inhale some sort of pheromones created by your infected body.

You move your chest forward, putting the knife handle right against her own chest, and then you let go of her wrist to put your hand on the small of her back.

You push your head into her neck, nuzzling her while you caress her with your hand.

"You're... you're not going to eat me?"

You don't respond. You simply rub her back, and enjoy the sweet smell of her sweat, and the heat. She smells alive and she feels alive. It's been too long since you've felt such an exquisite warmth against your skin. You could spend all of eternity warming yourself on her.

"This... this feels kind of nice." She wraps her own arms around you, hugging you.