Frigid Flames ch.7

Harry remembered waking up twice during the night. Once to pee, and both times to check the"I'm sorry," said Harry, because he didn't know what else to say.

"Are you scared?"

"Sometimes," he replied, shrugging awkwardly. "I'm scared of freezing to death, angry animals, getting sick, assholes with guns."

"Anything else?"

"Spiders."

She laughed. "I don't see too many of those around here."

"No, it's nice."

"What about being alone?"

Harry looked down at his mostly eaten can of beans. "I mean, yeah. Sometimes. But I don't know, sometimes I think I must be some kind of weirdo. I like being alone. Not always, but more often than most people, it seems. Even before all this, I lived alone. I moved out of my aunt and uncle's place as soon as I could, and even there, I was alone. I wasn't popular, and when I did find friends, they usually turned on me pretty easily."

"I would go out to bars, clubs, and other places when my friends wanted to, but mostly I was looking forward to coming home, locking the door, and having no one around. I never wanted a roommate, and I always wondered if I would have trouble living with a girlfriend."

"Do you still feel that way?" she asked.

"In a sense," Harry replied. He shifted in his chair, listening to it creak beneath him. Well, if it broke, at least it would make good kindling. "It's like...I have this bug in me. That's what people say, right? I can never settle down. Even if I find a really nice place to live, I'll stay there for maybe a few weeks, and then it's like...I have to go."

"That's so strange," she murmured. "I hate traveling. I just want to find a place to settle down."

"I think most people are like that. I don't even know why I want to keep moving, I just do it."

"Maybe you just haven't found the right girl," she said.

He smiled, though it was a bit bittersweet. "It's not that. I don't know. Maybe you're right. But I've left behind some really great women because I wanted to leave, and they didn't. It wasn't anything they did. They were great. But...I don't know. It's like there's something in me that just makes me walk away. Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever meet someone who will make me want to stay. Who will kill the wanderlust bug."

"Whoever she is, she'll be really lucky," Daphne said. "Do you think so?"

Harry Potter thought to himself: "No one is nice anymore, except for this person. They don't have to be, but they are. They could treat me like shit, and I would still do anything they wanted." Then he said out loud: "Fuck, yeah. No one is nice anymore. And you're nice. And of course you don't have to be. You could treat me like shit, and I would still suck your cock dry every day and let you fuck me, as long as you kept me alive."

"Well, now that I know that, I'm going to lock you in the bathroom and pour snow down your pants," Harry said with a smile.

The other person, a woman, laughed out loud and replied: "You do that, and I'll stuff snow up my pussy just to fucking annoy you."

Harry shuddered at the thought and replied: "God, that would be terrible."

After sharing a laugh, they returned to their food. Harry finished his and spent some time washing out the can before turning it upside down to dry. People wanted cans sometimes. People wanted things that could hold things. He then spent about half an hour carefully scouring the room, moving things around, rooting in every nook and cranny. He managed to find a small hiding spot under the bed and had to pry it away from the wall to get to it. He found two more cans of peaches, which was nice, a bottle of generic painkillers, and a lighter, which was a decent find. It was half-filled with fluid, but still produced a flame.

"Whoa, nice," muttered Harry.

"It's hard to find ones like this," said the woman.

"Hell yeah," Harry agreed, slipping it into his pocket. Then she asked, "So what now?"

"Now, I plan to take a little walk. There's a cabin in the back, I imagine you passed it on your way in. Did you look inside?"

"Yes, but I was freezing so I didn't look for long. There are some things in there, but everything looked pretty old," she replied.

"Well, I'm going to check it out and see if there's anything useful in there. I want you to stay here and watch over these things."

"I'm not a very good guard," she muttered. "I think watching the shop is better. Unless you really want me to come with you."

She considered it, then shook her head. "No, I'd rather stay here, to be honest. I could do without being outside for at least another day or so."

"Okay, so be it."

"Wait," she said, a shy smile on her face. "Maybe I can give you a blowjob for... good luck."

Harry immediately began to stiffen. "Good luck, what?"

"Yes...sit down."

"Okay."

Harry sat on the edge of the bed, and she grabbed a pillow and placed it on the floor, then sat on it on her knees. She sat a little behind him, leaning on her arms as she watched her work on unbuttoning his pants. She unbuckled his belt, undid the next button, and pulled down the zipper. Finally, she pulled down his boxers, freeing his cock.

Daphne muttered, "My, my, already at full salute."

"You have an effect on me," Harry replied. She wrapped her hot, soft fingers around his cock. "Good."

His eyes were glued to her as she stuck out her tongue and slowly began to drag it over his head. He moaned as she began to maneuver with pleasure on him. Fuck, how long had it been since his last blowjob? About a month. During that last one, the woman seemed to suck his cock for about fifteen seconds before telling him to put it inside her. He liked a good blowjob, and not to sound like a snob, but he had met many women who just...weren't good at it. Sometimes he thought it might be him, maybe he just wasn't as sensitive or something, but sometimes he came to the conclusion that maybe not. He didn't know what made a great blowjob other than feeling really fucking amazing. He noticed that older women seemed to be able to do it better, with more consistency.

But Daphne was doing a good job. She licked slowly, that hot, wet pleasure starting a fantastic slow burn in him, filling him in the way warmth fills a cold room after lighting a fire. She kept it up for a good minute or two, and then slowly slid his cock into her mouth, between her pretty lips. He groaned louder at the explosion of pleasure that came from slipping between those lips. They were hot, wet, and full, and she looked incredibly sexy as she began to suck his cock. She moved her mouth all the way down to the entire shaft, taking it in her mouth until the head hit the back of her throat, where she held it and swallowed.

He moaned louder, feeling all those tight, wet throat muscles constricting convulsively around the head, sending shockwaves of ecstasy through him. She did it again, then took him out and started bobbing her head. She moved her head up and down with a brisk pace and fluid precision, focusing on the head every time she reached it, and fuck, was it a good feeling. She was on fucking point with this. He just sat there and let her work, watching her, which added to the whole experience. Her mouth looked so good wrapped around his cock.

After about another minute, he was released. She was really working him with those wonderful lips of hers, and he was breathing hard, and then he started busting in her mouth. Listening to her moans and feeling her continue to suck just made the whole thing go above and beyond incredible. He felt his cum shooting out of him, leaving him in hard spasms as pleasure began to erupt through him.

He came in her mouth, and she sucked him dry. Daphne continued to suck after he finished, and when he stopped dry heaving, she finally took him out of her mouth. "So, was that a 'good luck' blowjob or what?" she asked, looking pretty pleased with herself.

Well, she definitely fucking earned it.

"Yes," he decided, then took a deep breath and let it out slowly, savoring the post-orgasmic warmth that seemed to saturate him. "Fuck yeah."

"Okay."

He sat there for another moment, got a drink, then put away his cock and stood up. He grabbed his backpack and started sorting through it. This part always made him a little anxious. When he had to leave the place that was his home to go investigate another place for resources. He had to leave enough space to be able to bring back a significant amount, but take enough with him to be able to survive in case he had to leave all his resources behind. It was a delicate balance.

He finished and hoisted the backpack onto his back. "Okay, I'm heading out now. I probably won't be back for an hour or two. Worst case scenario and something happens, like someone shows up, just run to the cabin and yell your lungs out."

"Okay," she replied.

"I'd leave you a weapon, but I only have a pistol," he said.

"No worries. I'm not much of a shooter anyway."

"Okay." He paused. "You read?"

"Since the apocalypse, yeah." He located two paperbacks he had found in the office and placed them on the table for her. "Thanks," she said.

"No problem. Come on, lock the door behind me."

She nodded and followed him out of the room and into the back area, to the manager's office. "When I come back," he said, looking at her carefully to make sure she was paying attention, "I'll knock three times slow and then two times fast. If it's not that, don't open it. Do you understand?"

She nodded. "Yes."

"Okay."

"Good luck," she murmured.

"Thanks. I'll be back," he replied and kissed her on the forehead before leaving.

She closed the door behind him, and as soon as she heard the click of the lock, he started walking. Walking was now such a big part of his life. Before, so much of his life was spent doing meaningless things at the grocery store or sitting in traffic. He had to admit that walking was a big improvement. It was simpler, clearer, but he did it for himself. Or, at least, he didn't do it for anyone else. He supposed he also did it for Daphne, but it wasn't the same as having to go to someplace and do shit for eight hours because his boss would be pissed if he didn't and he'd get fired and wouldn't be able to pay his bills.