"I'm no hero, don't call me that." Zero said and writhed his hand away from hers and pocketed it as he walked along beside her. He looked pained and silent for a moment but not sad or remorseful about what was on his mind. He didn't like the nickname she gave him: This zero was fated to remain a zero and not a hero; in his own mind he didn't want that noteriety. "I don't want to talk about the reasons why, I don't feel bad about it, but part of my parole says I can't." He said evasively. "But what about you?"

Sayid grinned. "That's the one I'm talking about," he said, slowing dramatically, and then pulling out. "Granted, I'd fuck you with or without, and probably not wear a condom either way; but it's nice to know there's no surprises in my future." His hand held tight to the back of her head, stroking her hair; the other went under her ass, picked her up, and pulled her naked body to his. His cock rubbed along the slit of her sex as he positioned her against him, kissing her as if as a response to her kissing him. His lips pushed hers open, his tongue stroked along hers, he tasted her as if wanting to consume. "Rest on your belly, on the bed," he told her, when he finally pulled away from the kiss a full minute later. "Head up, hands tight on the blankets. I'm going to take you that way, to finish off."

(Are we going to start everything again, Zombiie?)

She looked up at him with slightly amused eyes, not sure what to answer. "Hm...At least you bothered to ask." She mumbled, and placed a hand on his bare chest as he pulled her closer. A slight moan escaped her mouth as he kissed her. Hmm...Boy knew how to French kiss. As he finally released her after a rather long steamy kiss, she grinned. "Hm...You know my favourite position then." She said softly, and laid on the bed for him, her butt sticking out invitingly at him while her hands grabbed onto the blankets.

OOC//: No, we'll just continue from where we are now.