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Wildlands (rskde & BurningWillows)

"Only if you carry me," she teased jokingly, kissing his cheek, "I love you."

She hugged him tightly, staring into his eyes adoringly. They had nothing but each other now, and they needed to rely on each other for strength.
 
Andrew~

He smiles before lifting her up, walking with her out to the bed area before laying down next to her, his arms wrapped tightly around her.

"Whatever happens tomorrow, I will always love you." He whispers before falling asleep.
 
Andrew groans when she speaks to him in the morning. "Five more minutes baby.. Please.." He whispers to her, his head resting against hers as he falls asleep again.
 
She giggles then slithers down under the covers, pulling at his boxers while he sleeps. With one hand and her expert tongue she plays and strokes, waking him up nice and slowly.
 
Andrew groans, but this time in pleasure as she starts to play with his cock. His hands absentmindedly start to play with her hair as he starts to wake up, his eyes fluttering open as he watches her, unable to see her from on top of the covers where his head is.
 
She works faster, wanting to please him before the day started. Her head bobbed quickly under the sheets, her lips and tongue working fast up and down his shaft.
 
Andrew groans again, getting closer to cumming as she continues to assault his cock with her mouth. His hands pull her head down his shaft all the way, keeping her there.
 
His hands force her head down and for seconds she can't breathe, taking his long erection down her throat. Her hands grip his hips, nails digging in as a groan bubbles up and out, somewhat stifled from the cock in her mouth. But she loved his kinky side. Iris waited until he had stopped holding her head then resumed her licking and sucking, making sure to deep throat him fast and hard.
 
Andrew groans as he lets her head go, the best part about blownjobs from Iris was that she had no gag reflex, making the experience more pleasurable for himself. His breath hitches as his cock twitches and releases his seed into her mouth. His hands grip the bedsheets and his back arches, riding out his orgasm.
 
She swallows then licks him clean before crawlin up his body till her head popped out from under the sheets, her hair a messy tangle.

"Good morning," she purred with a mischievous grin, kissing him gently, "I think a certain man is making his lovely girlfriend breakfast this morning."
 
Andrew~

He kisses her back, his fingers running through her hair as she speaks to him.

"Don't expect said gorgeous girlfriend to be pleased by the boyfriend's meal, he can't cook." He says quietly, a smile touching the corners of his lips.
 
"Said girlfriend will love whatever he makes. But she needs to get to work."

Bouncing to his side to let him out of bed she grabbed the laptop and turned it on, pushing her glasses on as she did.

"I can Track him down today. I just need lots of coffee and your support. And food."

~

The rest is f the day past on just like that, with Iris tracking and Andy helping her. In three days time she found Blake, tracking him to a small town on the border, waiting to start his new siege.

"Let's go."
 
Andy nods to her, it's time for them to finally get revenge.

He is fully dressed, he moves out of the apartment to a car he had decided to rent, getting into the driver's seat before waiting on Iris.
 
After packing they check out and leave. The drive is a few hours and Iris only gets more nervous the closer they get. She had never killed someone, and Blake always seemed a step ahead. Except not this time. He was in a small hotel in the town, waiting for the soldiers to arrive at border as he scoped out a base. Or at least that was what she got in the email. He was only in Canada for five days, expecting to do a little informative work then report to UN before they attacked. Iris hoped she could take the bastard down before he gave the UN a lick of information.

When they arrived in the town it was quiet, people bustling around happily. They drove to the motel and Iris paid for a room in cash. She waited till the man disappeared to grab her key before stealing a glance at the computer, finding Blakes name booking room 114.

"We got him," she murmured as they walked out of the lobby, "let's drop our gear...and then..."

She was really nervous now, and he could tell. She looked at Andy, her eyes wide and round as she begged him to make sense of this all.
 
Andrew nods as they leave the lobby, catching her look. "Then we kill him." He says, not much else to say about it.

He fingers a small pistol in his waistband, he had bought it from a shady dealer at the market, he just hopes that it works. "I'm going to shoot him in the gut, and you kick the shit out of him." He growls to Iris as they reach Blake's room.

He nods to her before smashing his foot against the door, it swings wide open, crashing against the wall.

Blake is sitting on his bed, watching TV, he falls on the floor as the door is kicked in.

A shot is fired, Blake cries out in pain as black blood begins to ooze from his wound.

"Finish him off Iris." Andrew says.
 
Iris rushes at him, throwing him to the ground as her finger wrap around his neck.

"I trusted you!" She screamed, "I let you in! And you killed them! You killed everyone!"

She bashes his head over and over, choking the life out at him as a primal snarl leaves her throat. Just before he falls unconscious she lets go, leaving him stranded at the brink of life and death. Stompin to Andrew she grabs the gun then thrusts it towards Blake, pointing it at his face.

"How's it feel?" She screamed.
 
Andrew just watches her go at it, looking over his shoulder to make sure that nobody interrupted them.

"Iris baby, kill him and get it done with, we don't want to get caught." Andrew says quietly, watching her aiming his gun at Blake.
 
There was already sirens wailing in the distance, someone had called 911. In the states no one would have batted an eye at a gun shot, being as they were at war. But in Canada a gun shot would seem out of the ordinary, and surely someone panicked.

"We will be gone before they arrive," she hissed, "and they'll be glad he's dead."

She shot at his head, emptying the gun as each bullet pierced his brain. Then with a snarl she grabbed a lighter she had bought on the way and lit him on fire, destroying evidence of them being there. She left everything else untouched, wanting the police to see the kind of monster he was.

"Let's go," she grabbed Andrew and they fled, getting into thier rental and booking it away as police cars and a fire truck zoomed by in the opposite direction.
 
He throws himself into the car before starting it and driving off the moment Iris is inside. He watches the police turn into the motel, none of them suspicious of their escape.

"Wow, the Canadian police aren't really competent.." He says with a laugh. "Loose ends tied up.. What now?" He asks before biting the inside of his cheek.
 
She looked back over her shoulder then at him, "you should probably hold that thought and hit the gas. They aren't as incompetent as you think."

In fact two cops were following them, both blending into traffic in their black ghost vehicles but she had caught the camera on both thier hoods.

"We need to loose them," she snapped, "hurry!"

They wove in and out of traffic, getting hopelessly lost in the small town before finally finding a main road out of town. With a town so small there was little in the way of back up but Iris had heard of the RCMP, another police division that worked across Canada. If those guys got on thier tail they'd be screwed. Luckily after an hour of driving the countryside no one was following them and Iris pointed out it might be safest to ditch the gun and hop the border once more.

Hours later they were exhausted and hungry, and Iris had just worked their way across the border with fake passports and her computer skills. The plan to head west towards the mountains still seemed the safest and after grabbing some fast food and more gas they headed off wanting to drive overnight and put as much distance between them and Blakes murder as possible.
 
Eventually Andrew stops, pulling on to the side of the road and resting his head on the steering wheel. "I need some rest.." He says softly, he looks exhausted.

He leans back in his seat and looks over at her. "If they catch us, we can just tell them we killed a guy from the UN, they wouldn't care, right?" He asks.
 
If they catch us we are fucked. We were in thier country illegally Andy. And then we killed a man. They could hold us for life in jail for that. No we can't let them catch us."

She scooted him out of the drivers seat and took over driving, letting him sleep through the night. When the sun started to rise the next morning it peaked from behind the Rocky Mountains looming ahead.

"Morning sleepy head. We are almost there. I called a hotel in a small town about an hour for the mountains and booked us a room. We can sleep and shower and plan where to start our lives."

She was smiling now. It was over. It was finally all over.
 
He wakes up, listening to her words, he smiles and nods. "Sounds like a good plan Iris." He says softly.

They arrive at the hotel and begin to plan out the rest of their lives, it's easy to say that they lived happily ever after, after all.. Iris, Andy, Collin, and Nicki had all done something that nobody from their circle had done.

They had escaped the Wildlands.

The end.
 
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