"Don't fucking say anything."
"Not fucking saying anything," Autumn said, pursing her lips as she walked in order to compress her smile. She'd known he'd follow her.
"I'm just listening what the twerp from before said about being better off in teams, and you're fucking the worst and I'm the best so just think about it as a stupid favor," Torn said in a rush, his low, masculine, oh-oh-oh take me baby take me voice both parts angry and embarrassed.
"Yes, my lord," she said, looking up into the trees to give him some temporary space. "You fit in me very well and together, we... Really work," she said slowly. "For the sake of survival, we must reproduce," she said in something softer than a whisper with all the seriousface.jpgness in the world.
"Nothing else."
"Okay," she said. "If that's the way you want our relationship to be. It's a purely physical relationship." Autumn nodded grimly.
"And there are going to be rules, first of all, no fucking touching," Torn snarled, his head turned away from her. She could imagine a furious crimson blush painting his perfect face.
"Yes, sir," she said, dropping her gaze down to his 'area' below his waist. "Not touching." She ran her hands over her body, groping her breasts. "No touching you, anyway," she moaned.
"None."
"Oh!" she gasped, touching a sensitive spot on her inner thigh. Don't you dare laugh, Annetta, she chastised herself.
"Second of all, no cat references. They're stupid and make you look stupider."
"I think my everything else is capable of distracting you from my stupidity," she breathed into his ear, making sure not to touch him, as ordered. "Woof," she said in a breathless, soft voice. Oh, she couldn't. Autumn doubled over in laughter. "Ow, ow, ow, my boobs!" she yelped, clutching her breasts to stop them from shaking painfully from her laughter. Then, realising what she was doing, stopped laughing. Autumn stood up straight, walked backwards in front of Torn's face so he was forced to watch her and squeezed her breasts in a circular motion. "You were saying?" she asked sweetly, batting her long eyelashes in false innocence.
"Third of all, just don't fucking die."
"D'aww." Autumn placed one hand over the right side of her chest, pretending she didn't know which side her heart was. "You care," she said, wiping a non-existent tear from the corner of her emerald eye. "That's sweet."
Wooooosh.
Autumn spun around, an intricate bow appearing in her hands. She reached behind her and drew an arrow from a quiver that now rested against her spine. She pulled it taught against the string, aiming at the noise. She realised, then, that they were no longer where they once were. Spindly trees arched overhead, their fingers seeming to stretch towards Torn and herself. She blinked, trying to clear the thick fog from her eyes.
"Saltus," she whispered, darting her gaze to Torn. She found herself relieved to find him there. "Stay close," she told him, stepping soundlessly towards him. Winding roads, narrow and covered in forest debris stretched on around them. They seemed to stretch on forever, and the mist didn't help. She couldn't see the end.
Autumn aimed down a road to her right, where the gust of wind that had passed them by headed. She released her arrow, sending it flying down the road to hear where it would end up. There was no sound, her arrow hit nothing. She waited a little longer. Still, nothing. It was as if the mist had swallowed the arrow and banished it from existence.
"Think you could use your hacker skills to find the road out of here?" she asked quietly, turning to look at-
"Torn?" she said, turning around and finding herself surrounded by trees but no handsome blondie. "Torn?" she called out again.
So this was how Hansel and Gretel felt.