Greed: a selfish and excessive desire for more of something than is needed
It's scary to think what you might be willing to do just to get the things you need. Steal some food to feed your family, hot wire a car to get where you need to be, pull a gun on someone to protect yourself. Shane had grown up walking that line all time, knowing what had to be done to get what he needed, even if that line was a little blurry sometimes. He was sure that this mind set was the thing that was keeping him alive during this end of the world situation the planet had found itself in. He used to hesitate as he was forced with these decisions, but he could always make them. Now there was no hesitation left in Shane.
But there is a difference between needs and wants. And sometimes, what Shane wanted trumped his needs. This was one of those days. He couldn't take the bickering between Dale and Andrea, the triumphant return of Sheriff Rick meant the loss of his lover and control of this group. This farm was fucked up in his opinion. No guns, sleeping in tents when there were perfectly good out buildings, an old man who hadn't seen this new world as it really was, telling everyone what to do. The list went on of the things that had forced Shane into the sedan that afternoon and made him drive off to the nearest town.
He had grown up in a small town just like this, three stores, one dinner, two bars and no stop lights. He had driven the long way here knowing that it was using up precious gas, he didn't care and everyone else took what they wanted without regard to the group sometimes. He rolled into town and backed the car down an alley way before he set off on foot to go exploring. First stop was a bar, he wouldn't get drunk but if there were booze to be found, he needed a few swigs. After that he'd see what else he could loot.
Shane didn't see her at first; she had been sitting in a darkened corner of the bar with a bottle of rum, her backpack at her side and her gun in hand. Her eyes followed him as he glanced around and headed to the long bar. His steps were quiet and controlled and she liked that, stealthy was sexy to her these day.
Ashley cleared her throat in a calculated move. He spun around and pulled his gun as she laid down hers and held up the bottle.
His eyes had adjusted to the darkness of the bar, he saw the woman, the bottle and the gun. Keeping his weapon fixed on her he scanned again for anyone else he may have missed.
"Just us cowboy." She called most men cowboy. "Find yourself a bottle and have a drink with me?" He hesitated then walked backward to the bar and grabbed at the first bottle that still looked like it had something in it. "I'm Ashley." She wasn't naïve, she was still cautious about him, but she had seen him drive into town, seen him walk across the street. She had watched him as he came in. She was sure he was dangerous but he was hot and she craved human contact.
Shane kept his weapon ready as he joined her at the table. "Shane." He introduced himself as he sat. They were silent for a while as he opened the bottle of cheap vodka and smelled it. The knife he had at his hip stabbed into the bench seat he was at, he unsheathed it and laid it on the table next to his gun. Ashely did the same, a game of 'I'll show you mine if you show me yours' in her mind.
Hers was a pearl handled stiletto style that looked as if it has seen some use. Shane liked it, like it a lot. It was the kind of thing he thought might make a nice gift for a woman in this day and age. Might even get him back into Lori's good graces if he did it right.
They talked for a while, about where they were from and some of the people they had come across, both were vague with the amount of current information they shared and it was better that way. She drank as cautiously as he did, not wanting to over indulge and get caught off guard.
"See you eyein' my knife." Her voice was light, almost suggestive in that phone sex kind of way.
He nodded, "I am." He smirked. Normally Shane's only focused on the things he needed, but this was something he wanted. Like how he felt about Lori. "Was wonderin' what you might trade for it." He hadn't brought much with him.
Ashley smiled, "You aint got nothin' I need." That was true, her fully stocked truck was parked a block out of town, hidden in the woods. She just liked stopping in here on occasion for a drink when she was on a run for her group.
Her voice was hypnotic and Shane loved the fact that this was a new person, not the same old crotchety bitches he put up with at camp. "Trade ya my knife for yours." He waved it her way showing off its impressive size. An even swap. She shook her head. "Got me a nice warm coat in my car." Again she shook her head again.
Shane leaned back in his chair, tipping it on two legs and raising his arms in a sign surrender, "That's all I got." He really wanted the knife.
Ashley closed her eyes trying to get the dirty thought out of her head. He had a nice body, she had watched him strut across the street and into the bar thinking that he had the nicest body she had seen in months. And now, with him leaned back that way she just wanted to straddle him and ride him till they broke the chair.
He was a lot of things, but stupid wasn't one of them, he saw her eyes closed, had seen her checking him out. He knew what she wanted. "You want Shane to make you feel good?" Her eyes flashed open, it was exactly what she wanted. She didn't respond but he knew he was right. He started at his belt buckle.
The skinny blond with the quick tongue stopped him, "Nah. Keep it in your pants." She wouldn't have minded the ride, but getting pregnant was not her idea of a good time. As quickly as the offer had come to her, she stood up and leaned at the edge of the table. Sliding the knife down to her seat she started at her belt buckle. "Just your mouth." She was challenging him, would he actually go down on her for her knife?
Rocking back in his chair he debated. Damn he liked that knife. And Lori would like it too someday. And he did like eatin' pussy. He wondered how crude he could be, she seemed fun enough. "Why don't you sit your ass on this table girl and gi'me somethin' to eat."
Ashley pushed off and stripped down her pants, kicking off her shoes in the process. She hadn't been wearing any underpants and she sat her ass on the cold table and opened wide to him. This was the test, would he go for a woman who hadn't shaved in months.
Shane brought all four legs of the chair onto the ground then stood up, pushed the chair away and knelt at the feast in front of him. She smelled glorious. Natural and primal. Though he loved a fully shaved woman very much, the smell of her sex drew him in like a starving man at his last meal. He wrapped his arms around her thighs and used one hand to spread her open. She watched as he studied her than he moved in, tongue first as he learned his way around this delicate flower. She tasted good, reacted well and he delighted at the sounds he elicited from her. Mouth first, then his fingers as she wrapped a leg around his neck and pulled his head in tighter.
She wished it had lasted longer but she came hard and fast and he licked up every ounce of her as she covered her mouth trying not to scream out. Shane wiped his mouth on his arm as she panted for breath. "Damn that was good." She said it but he nodded in agreement.
He sat back in his chair and waited for her to put herself back together. She rounded back to her seat picking up the knife she had bartered over and handed it to him.
"Thanks. My girls' really gonna like this." He swigged down a bit of vodka as she laughed out loud.