***Warning - mild dominant/submissive behavior contained in this chapter***

A/N - This request is for Vellum Vortex who wanted further Andrea/Shane as their car sex scene was never built upon by AMC as it should/could have been. They requested that Andrea dominate Shane. I hope this is satisfactory.

Andrea Dominates

Andrea strides into her tent irritated beyond belief. What the hell gave Dale the right? He'd taken it upon himself to care whether she wanted him to or not. And while she could admit it was for the most part great to have him around. The last place she wanted or needed him was her sex life. She stood in the centre of the tent with her hands on her hips breathing hard. She was still wet. Shane had fucked her like an animal in the car and she already wanted more. She didn't expect to get it the way he fluttered around Lori and Rick but she wanted him all the same. But on her terms.

It is later that night after dinner and she is cleaning the dishes. One of the few household things she likes to do. God, she misses her cleaning woman. The repetitiveness of the job lulls her and relaxes her. She is unaware of her surroundings and is surprised by the hands sliding around her waist and up to cup her breasts. Really, she thinks, really? Now? A small smile covers her face as she allows herself to be drawn back against him. She can feel his growing erection on her backside. She relaxes into his chest allowing her hands to rest on the side of the tub with the dishes as Shane rubs her nipples to hardness. His mouth nibbles on her neck.

Time to teach him who is boss she thinks. She straightens away from him shaking her wet hands as she steps away and turns to look at him. "You want to go another round?" He smirks at her as he leans back against the bench crossing his arms over his chest as he does so. She can see his medallion glinting in the low light.

"Thought maybe we could." He wants her, she isn't Lori, but she's sexy all the same. And she's like him, made for this world. Now she knows she wants to live, she'll do anything to survive. He thinks that they should have left when he'd wanted to and she'd said she'd go with him. He un-crosses his arms and reaches a hand for her only to have it slapped away.

"So I'm a substitute then am I?" Her tone is sarcastic. She has already decided she'll let him inside her again but she's going to make him work for it.

"Look woman, don't fuckin' matter what you are, you're hungry for it too, ain't like you've got much choice. Daryl? Too fuckin' dirty for you, don't think I don't know it. T-Dog? No stamina. Rick? Taken. Dale, well." He pauses before smirking at her "You ain't into 'Daddies' now are you?" He looks entirely too satisfied with himself, it doesn't matter that he is right. It matters that he thinks he has one up on her. He doesn't and she's going to teach him the error of his ways.

"Finish the dishes. Properly. Then come to me in my tent." She walks out without looking at him.

Shane looks after her. Finish the dishes? He looks around. She'd been about halfway though and hadn't even started on the pots. He rolls his eyes at her audacity but knows if he doesn't finish them then he ain't gonna be getting any of her pussy that night. So he tucks his cap in his back pocket and does the dishes. Daryl comes in as he's finishing up. He takes one look at him and snorts before turning around and walking out again. Shane swears he hears him muttering words like 'pussy' and 'whipped' in the same sentence. He frowns wondering if she'd done it deliberately. To make a point. She's a fuckin' lawyer after all. Fuck it, he was goin' anyway. He wipes his hands on a towel before he heads out to her tent.

Andrea straightens her bed in the tent. She takes off her boots, places her gun under the pillow. She is just about to undress when her cowboy hat catches her eye. She pauses looking at it and thinking. Her ears catch Shane's tread coming toward her tent and she grabs it quickly, placing it on her head as she turns to face the tent just as he ducks inside. Her hands are on her hips. He looks at her as he straightens grinning at the hat but before he can speak she does. "Zip it up." Shane raises his eyebrows at her tone. It is clipped, abrupt and hard. But he turns and zips up the tent. He is shocked when he feels the tremor of need begin to snake through him.

When he turns back around Andrea hasn't moved. He starts toward her but she clicks her tongue at him which surprises him into stopping. "Strip." Again she is abrupt. Shane hesitates this time staring her down. Andrea does the lawyer trick she picked up years ago of staring straight between Shane's eyes, people can't tell you're not actually looking at them and you can seemingly keep eye contact endlessly. Shane huffs a breath out before shaking his head and doing as she orders. He stands on one leg without any trouble as he takes off one boot, then the other. His shirt is next followed by his pants and jocks. When he stands naked before her she looks him over as if he's a piece of meat. She is slow, leisurely and thorough. He is a gorgeous man, he is right to take pride in his strength and physicality. His cock is beginning to harden as she stares at it.

She sees his muscles coil as he prepares to move and she forestalls him again with "Stay." This time irritation flashes across his face and he goes to speak and again the anticipates him "Do you want to get off in me tonight Shane? Do you want me to suck your cock?" He doesn't speak as he looks at her. "You can nod your head if you want." His eyes narrow at her and she knows that if he stays he'll be back again but he'll expect the tables to be turned. She can deal with that later. She's nobody's bitch. But he's about to become hers. She waits calmly looking again between his eyes. He takes a long time and just as she is thinking he may in fact leave he nods his head. And he drops his eyes. Andrea's own eyes widen at that but she quickly controls her face. Shane may not have even realised what he'd done. He struck her as being experienced but not necessarily knowledgeable about submissive or dominant sex.

"Look at me." Her voice hasn't softened and she doesn't allow it to sound like anything than what it is. An order from her to him. He looks at her. She can see the desire pooled in his eyes making her wet. "Would you like to see me naked?" He tilts his head to the side as he looks her over as she looked at him. She wonders if he'll say no just to be contrary. She can work with contrary. But he surprises her by simply nodding once. He places his own hands on his hips as he looks at her. Andrea toes off her boots as she unzips her vest letting it fall as she steps forward now barefoot. She stays out of touching distance as she undoes her shirt buttons one by one slowly and methodically. She is thinking on what she's going to do next as she glances up at Shane to see him quickly look at her hat and then look away. She purses her lips as she shrugs off her shirt. Shane's drop to her breasts. She palms them brushing her hands over her nipples bringing them erect so they'll be peaked for him as she reaches around to undo her bra.

But she hesitates, then turns around with her back to Shane stepping back into his range as she says simply "Undo me." It is another test. If his hands wander she knows he'll fight her. If they don't he is hers, at least for the night. She can feel the heat coming off them as they near her body. The heat moves up her back and down before it settles at her bra strap and his fingers barely graze her as he undoes it. She feels the heat move away and her own eyes flutter at the answer he just gave her. Desire pools deep inside her and she can feel it dampening her panties and trousers. She steps forward out of his range again before turning around to face him. She allows the bra to fall from her shoulders to the ground as she unbuckles her belt. She pulls on it slowly letting it slide through the loops before she hangs it around her neck causing Shane to frown slightly. She ignores him as she unzips her pants and lets them fall as she then slides her panties down her legs too. She is completely naked before him now.

Except for the belt around her neck and earrings and something he hadn't seen today in the car when it had just been hard and fast fucking, no clothing had been removed beyond what had been necessary. She had a nipple pierced. Shane's eyes zero in on it unerringly. Andrea smiles at where he is looking and giving him a gift she flicks at it with her own fingers. He glances up at her when she does that and she smiles at him wickedly. "You like that?" He narrows his eyes looking back down at it before he looks at her again and nods. She gifts him with another flick on it before she simply takes it in her thumb and forefinger and pulls on it. As always there is an answering tug in her groin. Her other hand moves to her pussy and she simply slides two fingers into herself as she watches Shane track her movements. His cock is fully erect now. "You can touch yourself Shane, I want you to." He looks at her again as a hand moves to his cock simply fisting around it as he focuses on her and what she is doing to herself. She can see pre-come on the tip of it and she winces as a couple of drops fall to the ground. It's a shame to waste something so lovely.

Deciding she wants a taste of it Andrea walks to Shane. She stops before their bodies brush however. He stands there towering over her but completely in her control. But she is practical, she knows he could wrest that control from her at any time. And she's adult enough to admit to herself she'd like him to do that. But not tonight. "Hands stay on your hips, don't move them no matter what, you got that?" He looks at her before he simply nods again. She smiles before she takes her cowboy hat and sits it on his head and kneels down in front of him sliding the belt off her neck onto the ground. She simply inhales his scent first. It's strong, deodorant is a luxury these days, and its musky. But it's male in the extreme and it only turns her on more. She can feel herself dripping down her thighs. Teasingly she licks the head of his cock. Lapping it like a cat laps up milk. Then she kisses it softly before sliding it over her face feeling more pre-come on her cheek as she does so. Then holding him at the base she slides her mouth over him, just the head first sucking softly with a slight slurping noise. She nurses at it as if it were a nipple suckling almost and then feeling impish she gives is a very sharp nip. Shane winces but doesn't move. She hears a slight moan from him in fact. Filing it away for another time Andrea takes all of him into her mouth sliding straight down to the base her nose brushing against Shane's stomach. He does moan loudly this time and she smiles around his cock before she slides back up, lapping around his head again before engulfing him. She starts a rhythm enjoying herself so much she nearly lets him come in her mouth. But she wants him inside her more.

So she pauses with him down her throat and then slides her mouth off him slowly, so slowly she can feel him shiver in her mouth. Shane's thighs are trembling and she can see his fingers digging into this hips to stay still. She can see he's giving himself bruises and the thought makes her smile more. She laves his head again before dropping a quick kiss on it and standing up. She takes back her cowboy hat moving to the bed where she turns to look at Shane. He hasn't moved, his hands are still on his hips. His eyes are closed and his head tilted back exposing his throat. She can see him swallowing convulsively. "I feel like a ride tonight, lay down on your back for me would you?" She watches his head tilt forward and his eyes open to look at her. He does as she orders lying down on the bed, right in the centre without being asked, he keeps his hands by his sides submissively. Andrea is floored by the way he obeys her. He looks up at her, waiting. She wants him inside her now. She climbs on the bed straddling him and taking his cock in hand guides him into her sinking down on him immediately. They both groan as she does so. His hands twitch against her knees but he doesn't touch her.

Andrea sits there on Shane for a few minutes letting herself adjust to him and he to her. She milks him internally causing him to twitch inside her when she does. "Sit up." Shane sits up and she wraps her arms around his shoulders taking her hat from her head and putting it on his, it's a good look she realises. She leans back a bit looking down at him. His eyes are returning her gaze. "Put your hands on my hips." Shane puts his hands on her hips squeezing them firmly but not moving them. "I want your mouth on my nipples," She says this as she starts to move on him slowly, not yet establishing any rhythm. She's just enjoying being full again. It's been a long time. And this afternoon in the car had barely whetted her appetite. Shane leans down placing his mouth over her pierced nipple. She feels his tongue curl into it and he suddenly leans back with the piercing in his mouth pulling harshly on her nipple. Her eyes flutter as her own head falls back. He's a quick learner she thinks. His hands slide over her hips. His ragged nails scrape her skin but she doesn't care. She wants what he's doing with her now. She rotates her hips on Shane's cock and feels him jerk inside her. His fingers dig in on her hips. Andrea sweeps her hands down Shane's shoulders. He has such beautiful shoulders. She takes his hands and moves them to her backside. His fingers are so long one of his middle fingers touches her arsehole causing it to flex in anticipation. He realises she's had anal before as he looks up at her as she is smiling as his finger prods her back entrance again. One side of her mouth tilts up and she answers his unasked question "Yes and yes, if we last past tonight you can have my arse. Happy now?"

There is mild sarcasm in her voice and before he realises it his finger prods her arse entrance again more firmly causing her to dilate and his finger to slip inside. He watches Andrea's eyes flutter closed as her head falls back on her neck. Risking her wrath he leans up letting go of her nipple in favour of latching onto her neck. His mouth slides over her, his lips soft on her skin as she moves around him, surrounding him as Lori never did. His brain shuts off as she clenches down on his cock tightly as she grinds her hips down on him. He feels her tighten around his finger inside her as well and he begins to move it in and out too. "Mouth on my breasts." Her words are a little breathless, they're both close to coming. "My nipples." Shane is willing to oblige and begins to such and lick at her nipples as she moves over him her hands sliding back up to clasp his shoulders before she slides them up his neck to his head. She dislodges the hat as she pulls his ears yanking his head back so she can kiss him. She is demanding and dominating in her kiss, her tongue sweeps into Shane's mouth with bold sureness dueling with his before she slides her way around his mouth taking ownership of it. She doesn't mind when his other hand slides up her back to clench in her hair pulling her head back so he can kiss and suck on her throat. She simply does the same to him. She can feel he is marking her but doesn't care. She is marking him too.

A long protracted groan comes out of her throat as her orgasm sweeps through her like a crashing tide. She feels Shane release deep inside her as he'd done this afternoon as well and she welcomes every drop. She holds his head against her breast as they allow their heart beats to settle.

Shane slowly falls back on the bed brining Andrea with him. His finger extracts from her arse gently and she straightens her legs still laying on him, she feels him softening inside her but doesn't move and neither does he. They drift off to sleep together without realising it.

The next morning Andrea wakes slowly. She feels relaxed, more relaxed that she has in a long time. And the reason for that is still lying beside her dead to the world. She narrows her eyes at him impishly before she pinches his nipple causing him to sit straight up in bed with a curse as she laughs at his side. Shane narrows his eyes at her. "You think that was funny do you?"

"Yes, yes I do." He huffs at her as he climbs out of bed leaving her to curl up on her side watching him. As he gets dressed he picks up Andrea's discarded cowboy hat putting it on the foot of the bed. When he is dressed he stands there staring down at her. He's waiting for her to let him go she realises. So she stands up on the bed leaning over for the hat. She can see the mark on the side of his neck and smiles thinking they match. She places her hat on his head.

"You need a better hat now you have no hair on that hard head of yours." It's all she says, but it is enough. He grins at her as he leaves the tent.

He is wearing her cowboy hat.

A/N - My next request is another Carl piece, I'm working to combine it with another request that I think may work in rather well if I do say so myself. Remember my description notes, all parties will be well and truly of legal age.