He took a special interest in her from the moment she arrived at Woodbury, and he found himself at a loss for words in her presence. Of course she could never notice him, the shy and repressed lackey of the Governor. What was it about her? Was it her ability to kill, denying mercy to the walkers that threatened their survival? Was it her loyalty to the Governor? Perhaps it was that loyalty that truly angered him deep down inside, and that drove him to the brink of insanity. He had witnessed the events that took place behind the backs of the members of Woodbury... why should the Governor have her? How could he possibly deserve to have her in his arms, and in his bed?

His bed...

The thoughts that ran through his mind threatened to bring him to his knees. He could almost hear her moaning the Governor's name and he could almost see her hands gripping the sheets... words could not express how he hated him. Sure, he would aid him in any way he could, but he could not deny his jealousy. Sometimes it seemed enough to pretend she loved him, and that he might even share his bed with her. Sometimes it helped release an ache within him.. and then, other times, it only made it all worse.

Hatred and desire was what drove him to the Governor's bedroom door, he really didn't know how he had gotten there, but he knew that if he opened that door there would be no going back. What exactly was he going to do, anyway? He wasn't thinking clearly and he knew it. It was dangerous, and oh, if he were caught... he shuddered at the thought, but it could not keep him from turning the doorknob.
No sign of the Governor. He was off on a 'supply run', no doubt. The dirty business of slaughtering others for their food and medicine should have saddened him, but for the time being it only brought him relief.

There she was.

His blood boiled, and suddenly breathing became difficult. She was asleep in his bed.. and she was completely naked. This realization both thrilled and terrified him at the same time, and he found that it took no effort on his part to walk over to her. She was every bit as perfect as she had been in his fantasies, and he longed to touch her so very much. The Governor would have admired him for restraining for as long as he did, if he didn't attempt to kill him first. Andrea held no particular significance for him.. many women had been in this bed, yet it never mattered like it did now. Jealousy was never an issue.. desire, even less.

Yet here he was, and even he dared to reach out to her.. to feel her warm, soft skin under his trembling fingertips. He traced her curves and lost himself in her beauty; her golden curls laid out across the pillows.. her lips twisting into a...smile?!

Fear gripped him, and he knew he should run away as fast as he could, but he stayed.. and when he saw her eyelids twitch and open to reveal a pair of the most exquisite green eyes he had ever seen, he was glad that he did. Damn the consequences of his presence there at her side.. he had spent too long denying his feelings and his needs. If she shot him... if she told the Governor.. perhaps it was a fate worthwhile. He was prepared for whatever would follow. He could not kill.. he would never survive on his own. He was not capable of being a charismatic leader, but he felt he could learn to love her.. he felt he could be the man she needed him to be.

"Milton..." she breathed. Was she angry? He felt scared suddenly.. despite his determination only seconds before. He fully expected her wrath.. but with all the passion his heart and soul could have hoped for, her lips collided with his, and her fingers tangled themselves in his hair. This was no fantasy.. he knew this as he inhaled every scent, and savored each new sensation, he knew that a line had been crossed.. and that the two of them were playing a very dangerous game. A game that was all too easy to lose when you were against a man like the Governor.

Yet for the first time in his life, Milton Mamet felt no fear. Instead, he felt love, and he was finally ready to play.

At the touch of your hand -
At the sound of your voice -
At the moment your eyes meet mine -

I am losing my mind -
I am losing control -
Fighting feelings I can't define!

It's a sin with a name -
No remorse and no shame -
Fire, fury and flame -
Cause the devil's to blame
And the angels proclaim
It's a dangerous game!