A/N: Alrighty! Guess who's finally updating? :D More than a month since chapter 6, we are finally back with the Shane/Andrea scene I promised so long ago. I really don't think I can apologize enough for keeping this for so damn long; long story short, school was not kind to me for the last month. I got majorly swamped with papers and projects and just did not have the time to devote to 2 AM. But that should be changing! School is done for the semester and all I'm doing this summer is working, so I shall have time galor. In theory, anyway.
Now, onto the chapter. Hopefully it hasn't been too long since you've read and you remember everything that's gone down, though I totally won't blame you if you don't. The scene can honestly be a stand alone with a little tweaking at the beginning, but I would recommend refreshing yourself on everything just to get a good flow going. I hope you enjoy it and please let me know what you think! Also, feel free to throw any tips/hints/critiques in. It's been quite a long time since I've written Hetero smut and my brain did the "does not compute" a time or two.
Drabble over, I swear. Enjoy the chapter!
Disclaimer: I own nothing related to The Walking Dead in any way, shape, or form. I merely claim the storyline.
Inside the RV, Andrea forced Shane to sit at the table and looked down at him. She doubted words could help in this situation but she had to try. "Talk to me, Shane. Please."
She got nothing. Figures, she thought. She hadn't expected him to suddenly spill his guts, but some kind of reaction would be nice.
"Shane," she half snapped. He jerked slightly, her outburst breaking through slightly.
"And tell you what?" His eyes still didn't focus on her, instead locking onto a spot behind her. She glanced back out of the window, straight at the shed. Frowning, she shifted positions, blocking the window from his view. She forced his head up, cupping his face in her palms.
"Anything. Tell me how you feel, what you're thinking. Hell, tell me about how much you hated the Yankees when they still mattered. I don't give a shit. Just don't sit there and brood."
He shook his head fiercely, bringing his hands up to grasp her waist before pulling her closer. His fingers dug into her flesh, clinging to her as he buried his face in her stomach. No, he didn't want empty words of fleeting comfort. He wanted this, a closeness to someone who wouldn't pull away from him. He needed a connection to another human being who didn't hate him and wasn't afraid of him.
He needed her. He breathed her in, relishing the warm, fresh scent that surrounded him. For once, his nostrils weren't full of death and blood. Closing his eyes, he held onto that, wishing for nothing more than this moment of peace to last forever.
She held him to her, her hands gliding over the fuzz growing out on his head. She liked the buzz cut on him—it gave him that gruff, bad boy look that she'd never been able to resist. But she did miss the black curls he'd had when they'd first met. She'd never gotten to run her hands through those and she imagined they would be soft in her fingers and give her the perfect grip to hold him to her.
Shane's arms tightened around her, a silent expression of thanks at her comfort. She touched his cheek gently before sliding her hand back to curl around the base of his neck, her fingers gripping for only an instant before moving on. Her hands moved over him slowly, descending down his neck and across his shoulders to graze over his arms. Her touch left a trail of goosebumps on his skin, a fiery chill shooting down his spine as she kept exploring him. He tucked himself more firmly into her, scooting up on the bench so his back was more accessible. Her touch was nothing short of heaven and he loved the soothing peace it gave him.
Andrea let her hands roam over his back, excitedly exploring the hard muscles she found there. She hadn't been able to do this during their brief, yet incredibly hot, interlude in the car weeks ago and wanted to go about it right this time. She knew exactly where they would end up; that much was inevitable, but she could be sure to take her time on the way there. His hard body had not gone unnoticed in their months together and she'd always wondered what was underneath the taut clothes that clung to his body. The glimpses she'd caught every now and then were hardly enough. She wanted to see all of him, and show him all of her.
Reaching down towards his waist was slightly more difficult. In their current position, their height differences wasn't nearly as pronounced, but she still had to strain her arms to stretch far enough to grab the hem of his shirt. A bit of awkward fidgeting later, her fingers latched onto the edge victoriously. She tugged it fully out of the waistband of his pants, her fingers delving beneath to brush the smooth skin that waited for her.
The moment she did, all hesitancy flew out the window. Nudging his arms up, she pulled the shirt roughly over his shoulders and head, tossing it haphazardly over her shoulder when she got it free. She didn't give it another thought as her eyes fell on the naked expanse of his torso and her breath caught in her throat.
Dear God he was gorgeous.
Every inch of him was a beautiful golden brown, a colour that made her mouth water as she wondered if it was his natural skin tone or just a tan. Would she find patches of lighter skin when she finally tugged his pants off? She desperately wanted to know.
But she reigned herself back a little, forcing herself to slow down and remember that this wasn't about her, but him.
Shane watched her intently through all this, unable to keep from feeling just a little proud to see her eyes light up when she saw him. In any other situation, he'd show off a bit, flexing his biceps and pecs for her. No doubt she'd go crazy over that, but now wasn't the time. Right now, he wanted her slow, gentle explorations more than anything else. It felt weird, just sitting there and not participating, but there would definitely be plenty of time for that later.
Reaching out, he gripped her hand in his, squeezing gently before placing it back on his chest. Their eyes locked, his silently giving permission to continue when hers begged for it. His hand fell away as hers slid over his skin.
This was nothing like their adrenaline fueled tryst in the car days ago. That had been completely about fulfilling a need, scratching a mutual itch. But this? This was something completely different. This was about trust and comfort.
Andrea slid her hands up over his chest, along his shoulders, and down his arms. Shane's hands crept up to grip her sides, fingers delving beneath her shirt to curl into the curves of her hips. Nudging her shirt up, he leaned forward to replace his fingers with his lips. Her skin was perfect beneath them, supple, smooth, and enticing. He traced the jut of her hipbone with his tongue, gently nipping at the skin.
Andrea slid her hips forward, trying to get closer to Shane and his wonderfully talented hands. Those were tools she'd thought about often since their last meeting. Oh, the things he had done with those hands! And with such little time. She flushed at the memory, every inch of her tingling in excitement and anticipation. With everyone off in their own little worlds, they had all the time they could want and she knew exactly how she wanted to spend that time with him. And his hands.
Her thin shirt hid practically nothing from him at this short distance, but still he wanted to see more. He needed her bared before him, at least from the waist up. Pushing the material higher, he traced a path with his tongue, dipping into her bellybutton and over her ribs before stopping just below the band of her bra.
She shimmied out of the shirt quickly, tugging it over her head and letting it fall to her side as his hands resumed their explorations. His fingers slid along the band of her bra and around to her back. He flicked the clasp of her bra open with his fingers, thankful for the little skill he'd picked up in high school. Rushed rendezvous in the back of his father's car had taught him well.
Andrea chucked the bra to the side, finally revealing her breasts to his hungry gaze. They were gorgeous, perfectly shaped and just full enough to fill a man's hands. As he cupped them in his own, he thought back to the days in high school when he'd only wanted girls with impressive racks that overflowed his all too eager hands. He was glad he'd outgrown such dumbass fantasies, because really, any more than a handful was a waste.
He nipped at the underside of her breast, kneading her flesh in his hand. Sliding his lips across her skin, he laved at her nipple, flicking his tongue over the quickly hardening bud. He bit down gently, loving the way she gasped and clutched him closer. Wanting it to hear it again, he cupped her right breast, groping gently before capturing her nipple between his forefinger and thumb. He pinched and tugged, devoting just as much attention to it as he did the other. He wanted her wiggling to continue, wanted her squirming in every attempt to have him closer.
Andrea moaned, cursing under her breath as she wrenched his head away. Much more of that and this little bout would end a lot sooner than she anticipated. Holding his head in her hands, she tilted his face up to look at her. She caught that glimmer of lust and need before she bent to kiss him.
Her head spun at the taste of him-hot, powerful, and deliciously Shane. She pulled him to his feet, reluctantly breaking the kiss to grab his hand and lead him to the back room of the Winnebago. Both beds were tiny as hell and she didn't know who had slept in them last or even if the sheets had been changed recently. But right now she really didn't give a damn.
Her hands flew to his pants, fingers working at his belt, button, and zipper to shove them down his legs. Shane toed his boots off, hardly caring enough to bother with unlacing them properly. He kicked them away, sliding his pants off after them. Left only in his boxer briefs, he felt overdressed.
He wanted her in just the same state and nearly tore the button off her jeans in his rush to have her fully undressed. He shoved her jeans down around her knees as she slid out of her shoes, bracing herself against the wall as he dragged her pants off.
He glided his hands over every inch of exposed skin he could reach, curling around her calves, thighs, and hips. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of the boy shorts she wore, sliding his finger along her hipbones before dragging the garment down and off. He slowly raked his gaze over her as he straightened to his feet, appreciating the smooth curves and hard lines of her body. The small tuft of neatly trimmed curls at the apex of her thighs excited him; if there had been any doubt about her being a natural blonde, there sure wasn't now.
He grinned as he met her gaze, pleased to see she didn't flush under his stare like some naive little schoolgirl about to have the most awkward three minutes of her life. No, she knew her body well and was proud of it. He liked it. He liked her, and he was damned sorry he hadn't gotten to see all of her that first time in the car. Big mistake.
Stepping forward, he placed a hand on either side of her head on the wall and leaned over her. His height different was drastically emphasized as he loomed over her, surrounding her with his frame. The hungry look was back, filling his eyes with a ferocity that made her heart thump and her blood boil.
Moisture pooled between her legs as her arousal hit her dead on. Lifting a leg, she hooked her foot around his calf and jerked him forward. She kissed him as he fell on her, her arms winding around his neck as he pressed her back into the wall. His erection, still hidden by the cloth of his underwear, jutted against her belly, hard and heavy.
Andrea slid her tongue over Shane's lip, exploring his mouth as her hand explored his body. Every wonderful inch of him was rigid and hot to her touch; there wasn't an extra inch on him anywhere. His abdomen was a thing of legend, each muscle clearly defined into that perfect six-pack that every woman secretly longed to touch.
Her feathering touch nearly broke him. He knew the strength of those hands and yet they flew across him deftly, no more than a whisper. They sought boldly, yet touched shyly. It was a deadly combination to his already hyper-aware body-each centimeter lower was tortuously wonderful.
Finally her fingers snaked into the boxer briefs to curl around his cock. He groaned into her mouth, hips thrusting forward to place himself completely in her hands. Her fairy touches grew into full strokes as she wrapped her hand fully around him. Fuck, it felt incredible. But he needed more than just her hand.
He needed all of her, writhing beneath him and giving him everything she had to offer.
He slid his hand down body, roaming over shoulders, breasts, and hips, squeezing each in turn before moving on. He ended with her rump, taking an extra moment to blatantly grope her. Just from the feel he could tell that gorgeous ass had been sculpted from hours of strenuous exercise, and the end result was perfection. He hoisted her up, locking his fingers under his rear to support her.
Her legs shot around his waist to steady herself. It forced her hand out of his briefs, but it placed his cock right at her core, the only thing separating them the thin cotton he strained against desperately.
He turned them towards the bed as Andrea marveled at his strength. She was slim, more fit than petite, but Shane held her as if she weighed nothing. It was exhilarating, to know that body held so much power and just how much he held back. She wrapped herself tighter around him, burying her face in his neck as he lowered them to the bed. She grazed his skin with her teeth, biting playfully before running her tongue over the mark. His body tensed above her.
"Get these off," she whispered into his ear, pulling at his underwear. He rolled off of her only long enough to be rid of them and his body was over hers again in seconds. She ran her hands over him quickly, eagerly stroking wherever she could reach. She wanted to take more time with him, but was desperate to have him inside her. her need only rocketed when he dipped a hand between her legs, parting her slick folds.
He stroked her slowly, sliding his fingers along her slit to tease her. Every few strokes he let a finger slip inside, but only enough to drive her wild. He loved the way she responded to him, passionately and with complete abandon. She clutched at his shoulders, her nails digging into the skin sharply enough to leave marks. He hoped.
He slid a finger inside her, grinning when she hissed in pleasure. She was so slick, more than ready for him. But still he played with her and added another finger. Her walls clenched around the digits as he pulled them out only to drive them home again, mimicking what he'd soon be doing with his body. Her little gasps and moans filled the room as he slowly worked her up even more.
"Shane!" His name slipped past Andrea's lips, a desperate and strangled plea. Frankly she was surprised she could still form words at this point. His fingers toyed with her, stretching her, but not nearly enough. She wanted his cock thrusting inside her.
"Please," she begged, reaching down to wrap her fingers around his cock. Two could play this game.
She stroked him firmly from base to tip, sliding easily into a smooth rhythm. He groaned, letting his head fall forward against her shoulder. He wanted to slam into her now, every muscle poised to do just that. Thankfully a shred of reason crawled into his brain before he did. There was already one unplanned pregnancy in the camp—they didn't need another.
Breaking away from her, he leaned across her body to fumble around in a duffle bag until his hand closed around the familiar foil packaging. He tore it open quickly, using his teeth to rip the top off. Discarding the unnecessary bits, he wasted no time in rolling it on over his cock.
Resuming his place overtop Andrea, he kissed her hard. She snaked her hand down between them and took his shaft in her hand. Without hesitation, she led him inside her slowly, inch by wondrous inch until he was hilted inside her. She moaned against his lips at the sensation of him filling her.
Shane stilled above her, taking a moment to let them both adjust. She felt even better than he remembered, wrapped around him like a glove. The second she lifted her head to plead into his ear, he resumed thrusting. He pulled out of her until only the tip of his cock remained inside her then slid back home. The mewling sound she made was music to his ears and more than sufficient motivation. He slowly quickened his thrusts and fell into an easy rhythm.
Andrea slid her hands over Shane's body, loving the way his muscles bunched and corded as he thrust into her. He felt incredible and each rock of his hips pushed her closer to the edge as she bucked her hips up to meet his pace. Shane caught her hips as she did so, angling her hips up and stilling them in his hands.
She nearly saw stars.
"Fuck!" she exclaimed. Her hands flew up to cling at his shoulders as her nails dug into his skin. She clawed at him as he shifted above her to brace himself on an elbow. His new position meant each thrust brushed her clit, sending that extra spark through her and she felt dangerously close to coming.
Shane merely chuckled, leaned down to kiss her, and thrust his tongue into her mouth, mimicking his hips. All she could do was wrap herself tighter around him and hold on. It wasn't hard to feel how close she was to shattering beneath him: the eyes squeezed shut, the shallow breaths she barely managed to drag in. She was ready to splinter and he was dying to see it.
Reaching between them, he found the hard bud straining out for attention with his thumb. He circled it gently, keeping in time with his thrusts. Her eyes flew open, she wrenched her head backwards, and she came apart around him. Her body clenched down with her release as it tore through her and through the sudden constriction, Shane's thrusts became short and quick as he rushed to meet her. She raked her nails down his back and he groaned as she threw him over the edge. He collapsed against her as he released himself inside her, rolling slightly to keep his weight off of her.
They lay there in post-sex bliss, each too sated to move and too tired to care. Andrea idly ran her fingers over Shane's back while he toyed with her hair.
"Thank you," he finally whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to her cheek. She shifted to smile at him and wiggled closer.
"Anytime. Believe me, it was my pleasure," she responded, watching as his mouth turned up into that wicked grin. The one she thought had long since died and had missed so dearly that she traced it with her finger to memorize it. If she never saw it again, she would always retain this memory. Always remember what it looked like and how it felt o be the cause of that smile. She hoped one day—when some semblance of normalcy returned to the world—she'd get to see it more often. He needed something to smile about every day, something bright and happy to hold onto again.
She'd be damned if anyone would take that right away from her.
"I might have to take you up on that," Shane murmured against her fingers. He kissed them quickly, catching one between his teeth and biting down just enough to make her squeal. He wasn't disappointed. Did she know how endearing that girlish squeal was? He sincerely doubted it. Especially at the end of the world, Andrea was not one to give in to girly tendencies. Any passing joke or comment about those tendencies (or their absence) was still met with a biting retort and a huffing stalk away. She was a funny one, his girl.
His girl.
The phrase made him pause long enough for her to tug her finger away and as she lay there beneath him jokingly nursing the bitten digit, he realized just how much he liked the sound of it. A part of his heart would always belong to Lori, especially after everything they'd been through, but he couldn't deny he and Andrea were good together. Could be good together. He liked the idea of calling her his girl, of being able to maybe love and be loved in this fucked up world.
For the first time in months, in the sweaty aftermath of the Winnebago, he genuinely had something to smile about again. She'd made him forget about the horrors that still stalked them beyond the farm's boundaries. She'd made his jaded heart want to beat again. And most of all, in a world where he'd thought such foolish things lost forever, she was becoming his beacon of hope.
