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Major lilywhite x og Fem character

Part 1

The city was alive with the backdrop of pulsating neon lights and the humdrum of movement. The wanton scent of mingled perspiration, alcohol, and desire filled the air as people danced to the fervor of the DJ's thumping bass.

Dr. Samantha Baker, known to her friends as Sam, slithered her way through the throngs of sweaty bodies. She was a gory mess, but it was part of who she was now.

Her once sharp wit and incisive intellect were now intertwined with an innate craving for grey matter. A zombie, yes, but a damn good one.

Her slender fingers intertwined with Major Lilywhite's, the man of her dreams, and the former military man she now called her lover. They had met at the morgue where she worked, and their shared secret bound them together - but the sexual tension that flowed like an electric current between them was a powerful force unto itself.

Major, holding Sam's hand tightly, guided her through the seething masses. "I don't know how you do it, Baker. Drowning in the scent of death by day, then diving into this pulsating cesspool by night. The sensory overload must be maddening."

Sam cocked her head, pursing her lips as a playful grin spread across her face. "Oh, come now, Lilywhite. You know I love the adrenaline rush. It's like a drug, isn't it?"

Major shoulders sagged, the weight of managing his new existence heavy on his broad shoulders. "Sometimes, yes."

Sam squeezed his hand, giving it a playful squeeze. "Come on, big guy. Let's get out of here and get ourselves a drink. Or five," Sam chuckled, steering them to the bar.

The bar was an oasis of relative calm amidst the chaos. Some patrons danced in a frenzy of grinding bodies, while others huddled together in shadowy corners, lost in passionate clutches or devious conversations.

Sam ordered a gin and tonic with lime for herself and a whiskey neat for Major. "Why so serious tonight?" she whispered in Major's ear as the bartender slid their drinks across the counter.

She could see the gears turning behind his eyes, feel the tension in his muscular arms where she had slipped hers around his waist.

He sighed, swallowing a large gulp of whiskey, giving himself time to collect his thoughts. Sam didn't rush him, understanding he was navigating the intricacies of being a newly turned zombie. The world had changed dramatically for her too when she first realized she was no longer truly alive.

He took another deep swig, maintaining eye contact with Sam, who stared back, her curiosity piqued.

Sam leaned into Major, furrowing her brows playfully. "Okay. It's not like you to be so cryptic, so spit it out already." Her tongue darted across her bottom lip, a coy invitation for what might follow.

Major gently removed Sam's arms from around his waist and placed his empty glass on the bar, then turned to face her fully.

He wasn't reader to Talk about It yet so instead he tried to avoid the subject "It's really nothing, don't even worry about It. We can discuss everything at my place, but right now, I can't get past the distraction."

Major gestured towards the tangle of bodies writhing on the dance floor.

She laughed, throwing her head back."Ah, I see."