Melting
By SL Nelson

The oscillating howl of the siren woke them from a cool, refreshing sleep into the hell of the future.

"Turn on the TV." She spoke quietly, remembering all those drills from the Fifties, afraid of the siren's portent yet certain what it meant. Puzzled, he glanced at her pale face, but complied.

Every channel ran the same story, except for some that had gone off the air by government order. Anchors ad libbed, panic glazing their eyes.

They heard the cars, hundreds of them. Gridlock as far as their eyes could see from the window of their bedroom. Horns honking on the highway to Hell.

"Do you want to try to escape?" he asked.

She shook her head. "No, we have no chance to get away from the blast. Why spend our last minutes on earth in traffic, terrified to the bone?"

"What do y-you want to do?" Dread made him stutter.

Grabbing the quilt and taking his hand, she led him to the living room, where the big picture window was. She knelt, spreading the bedcovering and pulling him down beside her, tears wetting her face.

Skin slid against skin as mouths joined, moonlight a silver ribbon fluttering across naked, hungry thighs. The horns and screams seemed far away as kisses grew deeper, wetting lips, saliva mixing with salty lachryma. Her nipples budded with fright and longing as he drew them into his mouth, suckling as a child would. Quivering, whimpering, she nipped his neck to wash the coming horror from her mind, willing herself to feel only his tongue, only his fingers, only his adoration.

Her hands encountered familiar hot flesh, rigid and pulsing. Pulling her breast away from his fierce mouth, she skimmed her tongue quickly to his penis. She knew time faded more quickly with each lick, each enveloping of her maw.

Forcibly he pulled her off him. Trembling but not yet willing to ease into her, his breath tickled her curly hairs briefly. His tongue probed her to the core as she softened, almost unable to keep her climax at bay.

The siren had changed to short bursts. Destruction was at hand.

"Please," she begged. "I love you."

"I love you, too." His plunge took her breath away.

Slow thrusts turned her liquid and more pliant as he grew harder. Sweat dropped from his face, but tears were no more. Moaning, she covered his mouth, conveying desperate need and undying love.

He grabbed her wrists and held them down above her head, taking her powerfully. Rasping breath turned to groans as spasms took hold. Both opened their eyes, amazed they had come together, that they still were conscious.

"We will always be together," he murmured.

The white flash obliterated them; their loving poses cast a shadow for one-billionth of a second after their flesh had melted, their ashes merging for eternity.