Full Recovery

The approaching rattle filled her ears, she could feel it getting closer, the blinding light filled her vision. Vibrations travelled up her legs. The high-pitch whistle made her ears hurt. She tried to move, tried to raise her foot but nothing happened; she was frozen.

The screech of the brakes slammed into her. She felt the hand on her shoulder, the hand of her saviour, but this time it didn't pull her back, it clamped tightly on her shoulder, claws digging through her jumper. She tried to turn her head but couldn't move her eyes from the light.

Everything went silent, all she could hear was her heartbeat, everything slowed down, it was yards away from her but with each beat of her heart it jumped closer. Her panic broke long enough for her to scream before it crashed into her.

She sat bolt upright and screamed. It took her a few seconds to realise she was in bed, she had been pulled back just as the train sped past, she had survived with a gash across her forehead from the fall and a sprained ankle. It was the third night of being woken by the nightmare, the third night since the trial finished, four charges of murder plus her attempted murder.

She pushed the covers aside, her white cotton top almost transparent with sweat, the sheet soaking. She pushed herself out of bed.

The ringing sound grew louder, pulling him into consciousness. Grabbing the bedside clock he looked at the floating green pattern until he could decipher the numbers: 4:12. Pushing himself out of bed, he stumbled to the bedroom door. The ringing in the hall was louder, he dragged himself along the wall to the door.

The chain stopped the door from opening more than a couple of inches, “Christy, shit, do you know what time it is?”

“Aaron, I just can't be alone, not now.” Her coat was buttoned wrong, her hair was a mess and he realised she was wearing slippers.

He closed the door to remove the chain, “Sure, sorry, just not good at mornings. Come in.”

Once inside she jumped at him, her hands gripped his cheeks as her tongue pushed into his stunned mouth.

He gently pushed her back, “Christy, I know things are weird at the moment, I'm here for you, but as a friend.”

“You know what they said, he stalked me for months, and then when I ignored him, obsession turned to hatred. I was the reason he pushed me from the platform. He is ruining my life, it stopped the moment he pushed me, even though I lived”

“You can't blame yourself, he was insane. You just need time to get through it.”

Her hands went back to his face, she kissed him again, then pulled back. “You need to help me, I need to feel alive again.”

The third kiss was too much for him and the fight left him, he gave into her.

She yanked  her coat apart letting it fall behind her. Pushing him back against the wall she stripped her white cotton top from her body. Her ripe breasts bounced free, skin still glimmering with the sweat from her nightmare. She closed the distance between them, her body pressed against his bare chest.

They moved through the apartment with their bodies entwined. She pushed him onto the bed. Stripping her pyjama bottoms from her legs she climbed on naked. She freed his eager rod from his boxers and threw her leg over him.

She plunged down onto him with no hesitation. Her body squeezed him tightly as she forced herself up and down the thick shaft. Her body relaxed, moving more smoothly around him.

She heard the train in the distance, the pulsing of its engine matching the movement of her body. Her pulse quickened her flesh surrounding his member pulsated, adrenalin rushed through her bloodstream.

She could see the light approaching, blinding her from the rest of the train. Faster she drove herself, impaling herself on his full length again and again.

Despite the fear her body was responding to the sex. Sparks exploded in her head despite the train getting ever closer.

Hands held her breasts, fingers gently kneading flesh, rubbing erect nipples. But it was the third hand on her shoulder that made her shiver.

She could make out his faint moans and groans, the noises were distant, hidden behind the throbbing engine and the screeching brakes.

She realised the approaching train and her approaching orgasm were going to collide, his swelling shaft inside her forcing the train faster along the rails.

She screamed, and tried to squeeze her eyes shut but couldn't. It hit, everything went dark, then she was inside the train. Passengers were screaming and running to the window. She shook as each carriage passed. Her scream died down as the train passed through her, leaving only the dark tunnel before her. With the train leaving, her orgasm also left.

She collapsed on him, her skin hot and flushed. The train hadn't killed her. For the first time since the accident she knew in her heart that she had survived.

Word Count: 861
Written For: October 9th 2010 "The Weekly Quickie Contest" 
Prompt:
One of your characters has made a full recovery from a near death accident/illness. Show me how the partners recapture their sexuality.