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Warm Woman had been at this house for around four days, by now.
She had gotten separated from her partner at their last shelter, due to him revealing his "secret" and killing almost everyone, just as he had in all the previous houses they stayed in.
"I... I thought i-it would've been d-different this time.."
It never was.
It never is.
Why couldn't he understand that?
Alas, she still comforted him, still caused a distraction, so he could run to find another shelter and not get killed.
That was how they got separated in the first place.

It ended up working out in the end, though. Luckily for Warm Woman, she had asked around, and eventually managed to find the home her partner currently resided in.

"Hi, uhm.. I was wondering if you had seen a man?..."
The man who opened the door, who she could only assume was the Homeowner, tilted his head to the side, nodding slightly, silently asking her to continue with her description,
"He wears layers, complains about being cold..."
"Why are you looking for him?" His voice stern, but vaguely welcoming. It seemed he wasn't completely disinterested in what she had to ask, he was different from the past homeowners she had questioned in that way, and it gave her the tiniest glimmer of hope.

"Well, he's my partner, you see.. We got kicked out of our last shelter, but we got separated as we were leaving. I didn't want to go out in the sun, he didn't care...." She trailed off, realising she had maybe said just a bit too much.
"So, that's why I'm looking for him." She finished. The Homeowner had lingered on his response just for a second, before finally continuing the conversation.
"What about you? Does the sun bother you at all?" The Homeowner questioned her directly this time,  "The sun has always bothered me." She answered, truthfully.
"I almost always feel heat surrounding me, no matter what. Endless warmth..."
But Warm Woman wasn't here to talk about herself, no.
"But- just to backtrack- Have you seen anyone who fits my description? Of my partner?"

The Homeowner pondered for just a split second, looking back into his house, then turning back to the woman in front of him once more.
"Actually, I think he's here."

The glimmer of hope she had held onto- it had finally counted towards something.

"Oh! Really? Is it okay if I stay here?" She asked, if a bit too eagerly.
"Come in." He swung open the door for her, as she let herself inside.

He guided her to the living room, where she saw Coat Guy, her partner, along with a few other guests. But they were the least of her worries, she could talk to them in the morning, if she really had to.
She had noticed her partner on the sofa, still awake, shivering and muttering under his breath.
He was clearly still cold.
Clearly nothing had changed since she last saw him.

"Thank you." She whispered to the Homeowner as she stepped inside the living room, gently closing the door behind her. Now fully encased in the darkness of the room, she clamered her way to the sofa, where she then noticed a woman with long, black hair, a greenish tint to her skin and a brown shirt-dress sitting on the opposite side to him. In the chair in front of the sofa, there laid another woman, similar to the last, only with a long-sleeved white dress, this woman visibly looked much unhappier than who Warm Woman could only assume to be her sister, even in their sleep.

As she crept towards Coat Guy, his head rose from his knees, sitting up to face Warm Woman, finally acknowledging her presence.
"You... Y-you're here now," he whispered, as if having to reaffirm that what he was seeing was, indeed, real.
"Of course I am. Did you really think I wouldn't find you?" She whispered back, quietly joking. "How cold are you? You look and sound freezing-" she sat down on the sofa, in the spot right by him. "Mmh, i-it's t-t-too... Cold..."
"I gathered." She replied, moving closer to him, reaching her hand up to cup his face as he weakly wrapped his arms around her.
"You look so tired- no offense." She pointed out, although it didn't take a genius to figure out.

*****

This current house was probably one of the best the couple had stayed in so far, in some ways it even rivalled their own apartment (before a particularly aggressive group of visitors kicked them out, at least). By this point, they had even begun interacting with the other dwellers of the home, Warm Woman had especially grown to like the cheerful man in the sitting room, who's name she learned was Luka. Even Coat Guy managed to hold a conversation with the Homeowner more than once, for longer than five minutes, too.

But of course, nothing good would last forever.

*****

Coat Guy was still a visitor. There was no denying it.

The signs were always clear, really. Ever since the start. The perfectly white teeth, even despite his skin and hair having a blue tint to it, the dirt under his fingernails, even though he hadn't been digging anything, anywhere. And, of course, the worst offender; The armpits- eurgh- it disgusted Warm Woman to even think about it, no matter how bad she felt doing so.

Despite all these signs, she had always told herself that there was no way on all of earth her partner could be a visitor, not ever. Although deep down, she always knew, ever since this whole Cataclysm shit started. Though she would consistently rid these thoughts from her head.
All that bullshit on the news- about visitors being "undead", and digging out from underneath the ground- it was all false. Albeit, she struggled to wrap her head around the fact that a man once so human could become like this, she had to face the truth.

Especially now.

Everyone in the living room was dead, well, almost everyone. Warm Woman was, of course, still alive. Along with Coat Guy, duh, it's his secret after all, and the Homeowner, for whatever reason.

A gaping, endless void, in his stomach? This was certainly not a visitor sign anyone had heard of before, yet it was so distinctively visitor-like.

There really was no denying it now, huh?

The least she could do was to embrace it
                 
He could do with a little warmth, anyhow.

            *****

The two sat opposite each other on the sofa, both cross-legged.
"Which parts of me are the warmest?"
"Mh.. Y-your shoulders, your face... And... And uhm-"
He paused, vaguely gesturing his hands lower
"My chest?"
She looked to where his hands were, then back up at him, then back down to his hands, placing hers over them.
"I won't stop you from touching my boobs, you can if you want to, you know."
He quickly moved his hands back onto his legs, looking up at her in disbelief
"I-I w-wouldn't want to-"
"Baby, I genuinely could not care less. If it warms you, that's really all that matters."

There was a pause

"I love you, you know."
"I l-love you, t-t-too.."
"Good."
She pressed a delicate kiss to his temple, before continuing where they had briefly left off
"This is actually helping you get warmer? Right?"
"Mh, yes... You're the only w-warmth.. Ever."
"Good to know, good to know."

It has almost always been like this. Even since before Coat Guy became a visitor. Ever since they'd first met.

"Can I touch you more?"
"O-of course."
"Great, let me just- careful..."
Warm Woman readjusted their positions, now, instead of sitting cross-legged on the sofa, facing each other, Coat Guy led on the sofa, his head resting on his Coat, having been moved off of the floor, with Warm Woman situated on top on him.

A bright idea popped into Warm Woman's head,
"Wanna do something that could either get you warmer, me dead-er, or both?"
"Wh.. What?... N-no.. mayb-be..."
"I'll be safe, I promise. I was just joking"
Coat guy stopped to think, if only for a second.
"What was... What d-did you have in mind?"
"That hole, where your stomach should be? Now, my memory may be slightly foggy, but you didn't always have that, no?" Warm Woman said, gesturing to his stomach, that had been uncovered just moments ago, killing everyone in the room. With exceptions.

"Mh.. What are you going.. To do?.."
Coat guy tilted his head to the side, ever so slightly.
"Well..." She trailed off, moving her hands from his face to the bottom of his jumper, ready to pull it up,
"This might sound really weird, so bear with me here. Okay?"
"Okay. Just tell me!"
She cleared her throat,
"*Ahem* Well then..."
"Maybe, it would just be easier if I showed you." As she said this, she slowly began to lift Coat Guy's jumper, then looking back up for permission.
"I- what? No, no that's... What if.." He turned to look away from her.
"Hey?" She snapped her fingers, redirecting his attention back to her face,
"It'll be perfectly safe, I promise."
"Y-you promise?"
"Yes! And I'll be extra careful. It didn't kill me earlier, in fact, it's never killed me ever, not even at any of the other houses we've been to- why would anything happen now?"

Coat Guy pondered- Well, she wasn't wrong, not by any means. No matter how close she'd been to it compared to anyone else, Warm Woman never seemed to be harmed by the gaping black hole in any way, shape, or form. He hoped it would stay that way.

He finally answered; "F-fine. Do what you w-want."
"Yay!"
Slowly and carefully, she helped him lift up his sweater. The pit, hole? Black hole? Was now exposed.
Slowly, she inserted one finger, her left index, just as a "trial run" of sorts.

He felt nothing. She felt nothing.

Pulling it out, no damage was done, asides from her finger now being slightly damp.

So she put her whole fist in.

"Ngh- ah!-" A sudden jolt came from Coat Guy. Maybe this was a good sign? At least he could feel something. Maybe said something isn't even cold this time. Nevertheless, this sent a slight panic down Warm Woman's spine, she quickly pulled her hand out.

"Ah- I'm sorry, dearest, it doesn't hurt, does it?" She moved her face closer to his, trying her hardest to read what little emotion he showed.
"N-no, uhm.. It's... Nice, actually-" He muttered slightly, pressing the smallest of kisses to her cheek.

It was the first time he had done that.
In a while, at least.

Excitement now coursed through Warm Woman. Nice?? That meant she was doing something right- probably! Hurriedly, she fisted the pit again, almost punching into it.
"G-Ah! Mmh.." He accidentally let put a moan, feeling ashamed, he covered his face with his scarf.
"Oh." Her eyes widened, "I didn't think this was what you meant by 'nice'", he didn't think that was what he meant, either. "Do you want me to continue? Do you like this?"
"Yes!" He quickly stammered out- before retracting his statement- "I-I mean, if you're f-fine with this, then.."

She opened her hand inside of him, exploring every dent and crevice she possibly could, although her hand felt almost completely numb, and cold, she revelled in the small squirms and noises Coat Guy made, moaning but doing it so quietly- just to make sure the Homeowner wouldn't hear them (even though he was outside, clearing away body bags, or something). Soon, she felt something press against her. Something solid.

Looking down, it didn't take her long to realise what it was.

Meeting the other's eyes, the woman smirked; "Do you need help, baby?", she giggled as she pressed a kiss to his lips, despite being chapped and broken, they still managed to be bigger- fuller- than her own.

She reached for the fly of his trousers, finally setting his cock free from the tent it had formed. She then continued with what she was doing beforehand.

"So... What does this even feel like?" She questioned, lightly squeezing on the walls of his cavity.
"Well... It's a bit hard to explain, mmmhh-" he began, "but d-don't stop.. Please..." he pleaded,
"I won't, sweetie." She reassured.

 
 
                               *****

"You're so pretty." She stated. Both of their clothes were long gone by now, some discarded on the floor, some neatly folded on the chair across from the sofa, where a now-dead sister previously sat.
Coat Guy was beyond words at this point, barely managing to let out little moans and whines, letting Warm Woman do all the talking- mostly praising- for the both of them. Even when he was human it was like this, on the rare occasion they'd actually had sex. Even then he was usually too cold to do much of anything, and she was either too busy or her migraines were bothering her significantly more than usual that day, they settled for simply cuddling and sleeping together, that was good enough for the both of them.
But somehow, it was different now. For whatever reason. Maybe it was the fact doing it in someone else's house was more risky? Maybe because one of them wasn't human anymore? Who knows.

Nevertheless, she continued rummaging through his cavity, the act itself didn't really do much for her, but seeing him squirm and writhe under her touch certainly made up for it. And since he was for-certain hard, she felt no shame whatsoever in finding pleasure from this.

"My pretty boy. I love you so much, you're doing so good for me." She said, peppering kisses all over him, from his arms, to his collarbones, to his neck and face. He had an almost death grip around her torso, holding on for dear life as if she could fall off at any moment, even if, truth be told, she'd be much more likely to accidentally lose her balance and fall on him.

"C-close..." He whined, she could almost make out some form of organs in the pit, and she had surely reached what felt like his heart by now, however that worked.
"Okay, you're doing so well, baby. I'll see what I can do.." as she said this, she finally set her attention down to his ever-neglected cock, and began pumping her hand up and down his length, stroking it before he came, his seed squirting all over her hand, and on himself.

"Good boy," she whispered in his ear, "stay here, I'll go get something to clean this up, okay?"

"Hmm.. Okay... T-thank you.."

Hurriedly, she put her clothes back on and scurried out of the living room.

                                *****

It took less than a minute for her to return, as the living room and bathroom were practically right next to each other- she came back with tissues and a warm, damp cloth in hand, she had also washed her own hands. Gently, she wiped away whatever residue from their previous activities was left, discarded of the tissues, then managed to locate a blanket that was neatly folded underneath the sofa. It had clearly been there for a while.

Warm Woman put the blanket over herself and Coat Guy and she snuggled closer to him, attempting to share as much of her body heat with him possible.

"You know," she began, "we could do something similar to this tomorrow, if nobody new arrives. And if you're up to it- of course."
"I... I would l-like that..." Coat Guy spoke, his voice barely a whisper, pressing his face into the crook of her neck, part of his head resting on her collarbones and chest.
"And," she started again- "we could shower- or bathe together- maybe. No offense and all, but you stink, and I want to wash my hair."
He looked up at her, wide-eyed.
"We can do.... More, than what we did today then, I just want to make sure the both of us are clean beforehand, I'm not disgusting." She began combing her hand through his hair, massaging his head almost, it usually helped him sleep.

"You should focus on sleeping now, though." She said, closing her eyes and resting her head lower, "Goodnight, my love."
"Goodnight."

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The evening came and went, with only two new guests being let in; a gravedigger, who resided in the sitting room, and a small girl, around the age of six, who resided in the kitchen. Luckily for Coat Guy and Warm Woman, the bathroom was still empty, as was the living room, with the exception of themselves- of course.

As they woke up in the morning, they were able to set their plan in motion.

Warm Woman had previously asked the Homeowner if it was alright for her or other guests to use the shower. The answer was yes, thank God.
As much as she didn't want to say it to his face (even if she literally did that last chapter), Coat Guy reeked. He hadn't showered or bathed in a while due to the fear or freezing to death if he took his Coat off, and it showed- Or, well, smelled. Luckily, yesterday, she had came up with a clever solution for this (that they had already done multiple times in the past because it is an extremely common thing for couples to do); to shower- or bathe- together. That way, he would be able to take his many, many layers off while still being able to feel not-freezing. As he so lovingly put it yesterday; she was the only warmth he could feel. This was probably a blessing and a curse all at once, but it's how it's always been, mostly.

             *****

"Oh! By the way, babe," Warm Woman sprung up, having just remembered. Slightly startling Coat Guy in the process, "I'm ready to shower whenever you are! I think most, if not everyone else is asleep right now- so nobody should bother us, even though the bathroom door has a lock on it so we realistically wouldn't have to worry about that, anyhow."
Coat Guy merely tilted his head at her, she could see the cogs turning in his head, trying to come up with an answer. (give him a break, he's got bugs in his brain)

"Hm." He fell out of his trance, blinking, then looking Warm Woman almost in the eyes, "We can... D-do it now.. I-if that's what.. You want."
"Great. Follow me, then."

*****

Locking the door behind them, the taller woman quickly took her shirt off, throwing it on the ground besides her. Coat Guy followed suit- taking his coat off, then his shoes. Both unbuckled their belts at the same time, then pants, but Coat Guy stopped at his jumper, just as Warm Woman was undoing her bra, he stopped in his tracks.

She quickly caught on, and immediately stop what she was doing to look down at him,
"Are you okay?" She asked, voice warm and soft, as it usually was.
"I-I don't..." The shorter man looked up at her, expression almost unreadable, as it usually was.
"I don't... Want to take my swea-sweater off."

"Are you joking?" She deadpanned. "You had no issue doing it yesterday."
"B-but you might.."
"Might what? Die? You've shown me.. That around what? 5 times already? I've dug my arm into it just last night? I think I'll be fine."
Coat Guy separated himself from her gaze, looking down at his feet. Whether he does it on purpose or not, his puppy eyes always get to her.

"Sorry. I shouldn't have snapped at you like that. It isn't your fault." Warm Woman apologised, cupping Coat Guy's face so he was facing her once more, then landing an apologetic kiss on his forehead. "You don't have to do this if you don't want to."
"Okay then." Coat Guy sighed, then got up on his tiptoes, reaching his arms behind Warm Woman to finish undoing her bra, sliding it off of her.
"I'll d-do it," he began, her bra in hand, "but I'm too co-cold..."
"Is that your weird way of asking me to undress you?" She crossed her arms at him.
"Yeah." He ever-so-slightly grinned, teasingly. He usually wasn't one to show much emotion, so damn did it surprise her when he did.
Complying with his request, she pulled his sweater up as he held his arms out, making things easier for her, revealing the endless void underneath, encased between his ribcage.

By now, something in Coat Guy must have decided that they were undressing each other, as when she moved lower to unzip his trousers, he did the same for her jeans.

*****

"I probably should've asked if you would've preferred a bath or shower earlier..." Warm Woman moved to look at the bathtub, which had no water in it.

"You'll be fine just showering, right?" She looked back down to Coat Guy, who was now clinging to her arm, desperate for any sense of warmth he could get.
He nodded "I-if it's qu-quicker.. So c-c-cold..." he was shivering and stuttering more than usual, which meant the layers did do at least something.

As Warm Woman quickly turned the shower head on, she stepped into the shower, albeit with a slight struggle since Coat Guy refused to detach himself from her. Sure, it got annoying sometimes, but she couldn't blame him: it wasn't his fault. Plus, she'd feel bad for judging him. So, she wrapped her arms around him just as he had done for her, the cold she felt from doing so was partially relieving, since the shower water was scalding hot, as if she didn't feel enough constant heat already.

She ushered Coat Guy to sit down, with the water from the shower head mostly getting on his hair, as she sat down alongside him, bottle of shampoo in her clutches. She squeezed some from the bottle into her hands, then began to lather it into Coat Guy's hair, now pulling him away from where the the water landed as to not wash away the shampoo too quickly. She then rinsed it off after a minute or so, his hair was long-ish and took longer than she had expected.
"Ah! Look how shiny your hair is already!" Warm Woman beamed at her work, she supposed his hair had always been soft, and surprisingly thick, too.

"Do you mind putting conditioner in your own hair while I put shampoo in mine?" Warm Woman asked her partner, standing up again, then holding him up as he staggered onto his feet. "I c-could do it for you" Coat Guy generously offered as he grabbed the bottle up off the floor of the bathtub, "Oh, no, It's fine, really. You don't have to do everything for me-"
"But you've done everything for me so far?" Coat Guy cut her off, "it's o-only fair, I think.."
"Hm, really?" She spoke back, "I mean, if you insist?"
"Y-you won't reg-regret it, I promise." Coat Guy swapped positions with the other, as she turned her back towards him and crouched down slightly, giving him easier access to the top of her head. So while the conditioner set in his hair, he repeated to Warm Woman's hair what she had done to him mere moments ago, although he tried to be a bit more careful, what with her seemingly constant headaches and his almost complete lack of nails.

*****

"What if you get soap in the hole?"
"E-excuse me?.."
"Would it hurt? Would you even feel it?"
"Maybe? W-what if it sti-stings?"
"Perhaps you'll just have to find out now, then." Warm Woman stated as she grabbed a washcloth and poured some bodywash onto it, "closer," she beckoned, and Coat Guy complied. She started with his arms, but upon lifting one up;
"Huh." She exclaimed.
"I-is anything wrong?"
"Why are your arms so thin?" She looked down to Coat Guy's face, all he saw was an expression of nothing but concern and worry.
"Do you.. Do you remember the last time you ate?" She asked, calmly, softly.
"I.." he stuttered out "I d-don't think-k I remember..."

His eyes met hers,
"Do you think that that's.. A b-bad thing?.."
"Considering just how thin you look, it might be."
"... I'm s-sorry." Tears began to well up in his eyes,
"You have nothing to be sorry for. I'll see if I can get you something to eat later, you'll be fine, I promise." She reassured, wiping what was barely a tear off of his face.
"O-okay, then."

*****

"Do you wanna get out now?" Warm Woman asked. By now everything one (or two) would do in the shower was done, it would make the most sense for them to go and dry off now, she thought.

"A-actually, I had a... Better idea in mind" He ushered Warm Woman to sit down once more, then put his hand on her thighs as he clamered back down to join her, "Uhm, i-is it okay if I?.."
"What do you want, sweetie?" She tilted her head, something he usually did.
He slowly trailed his hands down between her thighs, "I... I, uhhm-"
"Come on. Use your words..."
"W-well, yesterday you had s-said we could do... More..." His eyes drifted down to his hands, resisting the urge to fidget with them.
"I do believe I remember saying that, yes." She agreed, "Why? What did you have in mind?"
"W-well, I said earlier h-how you've done everything for m-me, so far.."
"You did."
"Do you not like it? I can stop, I know you can do things on your own.."
"N-no, i-it's not that." He stammered, "I appreciate you d-doing things for me, a-although I'm not s-s-sure why you w-want to.." He shook his head, as if visually shaking his own thoughts away.

*****

"I-if you want me to st-stop, t-tell me, please."
"You really don't have to do this if you don't want to, babe."
"I do w-want to, though"

[Yeah that's all I wrote I give up I can't write smut LOL]