I don't know why but I am horny as hell right now. Normally, I can deal with it but this time I can't. I literally ache to want to be with Beth right now, and of course Maggie has her doing some weird crap or another. Okay damn it, my soon-to-be wife and I need to get out of here and go away for awhile.
I head back inside and find the two of them huddled together, talking quietly to one another. What is going on now? She turns and winks at me, which means something is happening. She motions me over, which I oblige. I stand there as Maggie looks around.
"I need you and Beth to do me a favor," Maggie whispers. "I need you both to go get me something … personal."
I lean close to her and inhale briefly. "No, you're not."
"You can smell that?" Maggie asks, keeping her voice down.
"It's a chemical change, which I can detect and the answer is 'no', but …"
"But?" she asks.
"You're ready, your body is at it's right 'time' so to speak," I tell her.
Maggie shifts uneasily and looks around. "Where the hell is Glenn?"
"Outside with Daryl and Michonne," I grin.
She reaches out and smacks me on the arm. "Thank you though."
"So, are you going to give it a whirl or not?" I ask, wiggling my eyebrows.
"Possibility," Maggie giggles and gets up. "Why don't the two of you go get lost yourselves. You two need some time alone, and daddy is enjoying spending time with Judith right now. It would be the perfect time to go on a run for something."
Beth stands up and takes hold of my hand. "You running interference?"
"Oh definitely now," Maggie grins and gets up. "See y'all when you get back."
"Let's get out of here, I am about ready to bust," I growl softly in her ear.
"Do you want me to drive?" she asks, teasing me just so.
"If we don't get out of here, you're going to sound like that porn movie from the other week," I tell her.
She whips her head to me and grins broadly as we head out. As we're going out, Maggie and Glenn are coming in. Glenn gives me a broad smile and wink as they head upstairs. I wrap my arm around her waist as we head to the car, trying to walk behind her as to not draw attention to myself.
"Maggie asked us to go on a run," I tell Daryl and Michonne. "We can handle it."
"What sort of run?" Daryl asks.
"Feminine run," Beth tells him, causing Daryl to blush. "You asked remember."
"Uh Beth," Michonne says, looking at her briefly.
"I'll get extras," Beth nods to her.
"Thanks," Michonne smiles and heads inside.
"I wouldn't," I lean over and tell Michonne softly.
"Hey Daryl, want to help me clear the side yard?" Michonne asks, turning around.
"Sure, I need something to do," Daryl says as they walk off.
"Good job," Beth teases as we climb in the car. "Where to, that spot again?"
"No, I want something different but I don't know where." I crank the engine and we pull out of the prison, waving to Bob and Sasha as we leave. Pulling out, we head down the road as I lean back to adjust myself.
"I could always try it while you're driving," Beth muses softly.
"No, I should be fine till we get there, should be the optimal words." I look over at her and grin. "If it gets too bad, I'll let you give it a try."
She giggles as we pull up to the stop sign. I look left then right, then straight. "I have no idea which way we need to go."
"Go right," Beth says wistfully. "We don't normally go that way."
I turn right and we head down the road. The further we drive, the more it eases up. I sit up a bit straighter as I look over at her. She smiles as she runs her hand over mine. "I guess we didn't do it right at the pond then."
"True, but it might be too earlier too. Your body is still saying it's ready."
"Well then, maybe we need to really work at it then."
We come to a stop sign and look around. Several stores line both sides of the road as we look. Beth's gaze flows to a store on the right, so I follow her eyes. We pull into the parking lot and it's a lingerie store. We climb out and look around then head to the front. I pull my gun and rap on the glass. We wait several minutes, but no walkers show.
I open the door for her as she walks in, a soft whistle escaping her lips. "My lingerie is tame compared to some of this."
"Yea well, don't let me keep you," I growl in her ear.
"Pick a color," she blurts out.
"Pink or that mint green you like so much," I tell her.
She walks over and begins going through the racks, pushing things around. She lifts something up I can't see then lays it over her arm. She does this for a few things then steps behind a curtain. I hear her clothes hit the floor as she is trying something on.
I walk over and stand in front of the curtain as she pulls it open. She stands in front of me in a pink sheer lace camisole with matching panties. Her nipples show prominently through the top as she grins at me. She turns around a few times before shutting the curtain.
"I like that one."
"I know."
She pulls the curtain open to reveal the same one in mint green. "I like the pink better I think, though that is cute." She slides the curtain closed then opens it to reveal the same outfit in red. "Damn."
She clicks her tongue on her teeth and sachets closer to me. "I think I like this one." She yanks the curtain closed as she changes.
I stand there, rearranging myself as the curtain opens. She's wearing the same outfit, but now in black. "You are making this really hard."
"I thought it already was."
I look down to see black fluffy slippers on her feet as she strolls past me. She goes back to browsing the racks as I watch her. With me, she's an uninhibited little mink but when she's with everyone, she's back to her demure self. She pulls several outfits from the racks and comes back over. As she steps behind the curtain, she runs her hand over my hard on before yanking the curtain shut.
"That's not fair."
"I know." She pulls the curtain open to reveal her in a red push-up bra and lace panties with fluffy red slippers. She runs her hand down my chest to my hard on. Her hand comes back up and unfastens my belt. "Don't touch a thing, this is all me lover."
I stand there and stare at her. "May I at least sit down."
"If you want, I was wanting to try something different."
"Like what?" I ask, arching an eyebrow.
"Just wait," she purrs and unbuttons my jeans before snatching the curtain closed.
I stand there, waiting on her as I hear her changing into something. She pulls the curtain open and it's a leather bustier with her breasts uncovered. It goes down to a garter where she has attached it to red silk knee-highs and fluffy slippers. To make matters more interesting, she has no panties on.
"Drop 'em," she grins.
I obey hurriedly and toss my shirt off. She walks to me and presses her lips to mine before lifting her leg to run over mine. I snag under her knee and lift her onto me; I pierce her very hot pussy as both her legs go around my waist. I press her back against the wall of the stall as we start getting quite busy. Her hands run over my back and down as she moans. I pull my mouth from hers and claim a bouncing nipple in my mouth. She moans louder, the 'porn' coming back out of her mouth.
Her moans make me fuck her harder. I grind deep into her, feeling her warmth and wet enveloping me deeper and deeper. She moans louder, running her hands through my hair as I keep the pace up. I groan deep, feeling my orgasm coming. Her hips buck against me, pulling me in tighter as she cums hard beneath me, and I follow her into oblivion. We stand there for a moment, catching our breath as she chuckles.
"Damn, I liked that."
"Me too. So, you're keeping this?"
"I am, along with everything else you saw."
"Good."
"Still need some new panties though."
"Once we recover, I'll help out with that."
"Okay."
After we finally catch our breath, Beth changes back into her clothes as we bag up her finds. I start looking around the shop and notice several bins of panties. Walking over, I look down and grin … some are sheer, some are lace and some silk. There are thongs, hipsters, bikinis … wonder which she will like?
"Thong or not?" I ask.
"Not having a perpetual wedgie," she chuckles.
"Okay, how about hipsters?"
"Not bad, I like bikini though."
Looking in the bikini bin, I notice a stack of mint green ones in her size. I pull the stack out and hand them to her. "Fresh mint green."
"I love them." She puts them in the bag and walks to another table. She goes through them as I pull out a stack of sheer pink and red ones. I slide them into her bag as she looks down. "I might have to wear one of those tonight."
"You don't have to on my account," I tell her and grin.
"Oh honey, it's not for you … it's for me too."
We load up three more bags and go out to the car. She sets them in and looks around then heads to the store next door to the lingerie. She raps on the window, and when no walkers show she heads inside. I join her inside and look around … it's another lingerie type store but with more nighties and things.
"I like this one," I tell her, lifting a red silk one up.
"Keep it," she grins and lifts a pink one. She lays it over my arm then adds a black one to it. She walks around and pulls out two more pinks and another red, laying them over my arm. "We might want to start a bag."
I walk over and take them off the hangers and load them into a bag. I sit on the counter and watch her gather several nightshirts and sets of pajamas. She walks over and loads them into a separate bag. "For other people, not me."
"Why not get you something for cooler weather, like fleece or something?"
"I am, I happen to be quite picky about that," she scolds me.
"Oh really."
I watch her walk over to the other side of the store and start going through the clothes. She stops and lifts an outfit out. She runs her hands over it and turns to face me … it's a wolf print with black flannel pants. "This I love."
"Because of me?"
"You just add to it."
She pulls out a grey set matching it then adds a pair of plaid silk pajamas. She carries them over and puts them in her bag. She walks to another rack and looks through it, tossing a few things over her arm. She carries them over and drops them in the 'other' bag. Something catches her attention and she goes to the other side of the store.
I walk over and notice her going through men's pajamas. I pull out a set of blue plaid flannel pants and a t-shirt, then she adds several more pairs to my arms. "You need to stay warm when you're not all furry."
"I thought that's what you were for," I chuckle.
"Touché," she retorts.
We finally make it back to the prison close to dark and unload the car. When we walk inside with the bags, Maggie hurriedly comes over to us. "Daddy is miffed you didn't tell him personally you were leaving."
"So," Beth hisses and hands Maggie a bag. "For you darling."
Maggie opens the bag, looks inside and grins before dashing off. Michonne comes by and I hand her a bag; she nods and keeps on walking. Beth takes the larger bag and walks over to Hershel. She sets it down in front of him, then hands a smaller bag to Carol and one to Daryl. I hand one to Sasha then a larger one to Tyreese. In passing, Beth hands Bob his bag before he vanishes.
"Aren't you going to open it?" she asks.
Hershel looks up at her and opens the bag. He reaches in and pulls the long fleece robe out followed by several pairs of pajamas . He leans his head into the bag and notices the rest of the items. Returning everything to the bag, he gets up and places a kiss on her cheek. He quietly walks away to his cell and steps inside. He sits on the bed and unloads a pair of bedroom slippers, which he puts on his feet and sighs before opening his Bible and laying back on the bed to read.
