I'll Find You (TWD Glenn Rhee)

64: Invaders

Evie's POV:

The dawn light seeped through the curtains, casting shadows across our bedroom. I'm half-awake, curled on my side, my hand resting on the curve of my belly where my second child grows. Glenn's warmth pressed against my back, his arm draped over me, fingers resting possessively on my hip. His steady breathing grounded me, but my chest tightened knowing what today was supposed to bring. He's was supposed to leave soon with Dad, Rick, and half of Alexandria for a dry run of Rick's plan to lead the walker herd away.

I shifted slightly, and Glenn stirred, his lips grazing the back of my neck. "You up?" he murmured, voice husky with sleep.

"Yeah," I whispered, turning to face him. His dark eyes find mine, soft but filled with worry. I trace his jaw, feeling the very faint stubble under my fingers. "Couldn't sleep."

He nodded, knowing why without me saying it. His hand slid up my side gently, resting just under my baby bump. "I'll be back soon," he said, but his eyes betray the uncertainty we both feel. We never know what will happen in this world we live in.

I didn't want to dwell on it. I wanted him. Right in this moment. I leaned in, kissing him softly, my lips lingering. He deepened it, hungry, as his hand tangled in my hair. As I pressed closer, I felt him harden against me through our clothes. My pulse raced, and I tugged at his shirt, needing his skin on mine. He pulled it off, tossing it aside, and I ran my hands over his chest, tracing the familiar lines of muscle.

"Eve," he breathed, pulling back to search my face, his thumb brushed against my cheek. "We don't have to-"

"I want you," I say firmly, my voice low. I needed this before he walked out that door. My fingers fumbled with his pants, and he helped me slide them down, revealing him fully, making me bite my lip in anticipation.

His hands slid under my shirt, lifting it over my head, his touch was warm and deliberate. I shivered as his fingers traced my spine, then cupped my breasts. His thumb grazed my nipple, sending a jolt through me, and I gasped softly, arching into him. He kisses me again, slow and deep, his tongue teasing mine as he eased me onto my back, propping pillows to keep me comfortable.

I reached for him, guiding his hand lower, and he obliged, fingers slipping between my thighs, finding me already wet. He groaned softly against my lips, stroking me until I trembled, my hips moving with his touch. "Glenn," I whispered, urgently and impatiently, and he shifted, positioning himself between my legs. I wrapped them around his waist, pulling him closer, and he entered me slowly.

We moved together, careful but deliberate, the bed creaking softly under us. His thrusts were steady, each one drawing a quiet moan from my lips as I clutched his shoulders, nails digging in. He watched me, eyes locked on mine, in a way that steals my breath. Every touch a promise, every movement a tether between us. The pleasure built, tight and hot, and when it broke, I shuddered beneath him, my body clenched around him as waves of release washed over me. He followed moments later, a low groan escaped him as he spilled inside me, his face buried in my neck.

We stayed tangled, catching our breath, his hand rested on my belly where our baby kicked faintly. I covered his hand with mine, anchoring myself to this moment. The room was brighter now, morning creeped in, and I knew he had to go.

He kissed my forehead, then my lips. "I love you," he said, voice thick.

"I love you too," I whisper, fingers brushing his hair.

He dressed slowly, and I watched, memorizing him. The way he ties his boots, the half-smile he gives me. He leaned down, kissing me one last time, his hand warm on my cheek.