A few notes from missCanary
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Scarlett
Scarlett bit her wrist to keep from making noise. The boulder that she pressed her forehead against was warm from the midday sun.
Shane breathed against her shoulder, his breath punctuated by every thrust. "Fuck," he muttered.
They were hidden in a seldom-used corner of the quarry, where Shane pounded into Scarlett. The moment alone and the possibility of being caught made the opportunity too tantalizing to miss. Besides, they'd never had sex in a quarry before.
Scarlett was bent against a large boulder, attempting the impossible task of being quiet. She felt her jeans tight around her thighs where Shane had ripped them down hastily, just enough to gain access. He'd barely even unzipped his pants before he plowed into her from behind.
He gripped her hipbones, holding Scarlett steady as he pushed into her. The angle was just right; his thick erection hit her g-spot over and over. Quick and easy, she thought, smiling in a fog of pleasure.
"God, baby, you're soaking wet," he sighed. "I oughta fuck you in broad daylight more often."
He'd just looked so damn appetizing as they brought clothes down to wash. His shirt was tight around his chest and unbuttoned enough to see the hard lines of his muscles. A silver necklace with the number 22 caught the sun occasionally, bringing Scarlett's eyes back to his tanned chest. She'd been looking at the tattoo peeking out on his skin when he called her out with a smirk. Scarlett surprised herself when she suggested a quickie, and he wasted no time pulling her behind the rock.
The newness of their surroundings was making Scarlett hot with excitement. She stretched back and leaned her head against Shane's shoulder, letting him kiss her neck. His hand snaked around to her crotch, where he began fingering her with steady, firm pressure.
"You're gonna make me come already," she groaned, wanting the pleasure to last forever. He chuckled into her ear.
"Ya wanted a quickie, right. 'Sides, we ain't gon' be alone for too much longer." Scarlett opened her eyes, noticing a small group halfway up the quarry, descending down the pathway on foot. Her breath got heavier as he continued his magic, undeterred by the sight of them.
Scarlett felt herself build, and build, and finally explode. "Oh, fuck," she groaned, unable to keep it in. Shane shushed her quietly, putting his large hand over her mouth. She felt him smiling against her cheek. The action made her come again, right on top of the first one. They heard the group walking toward them, having noticed the basket of clothes.
Shane didn't give her any time to recover, increasing his speed and gripping her hips as he unloaded into her. He bit her shoulder as she rocked her hips around him with a smirk, wanting to hear him make noise.
"You little shit," he muttered quietly with a grin, flipping her around and kissing her deeply against the boulder. They could hear voices as the group got closer. Scarlett smiled as she felt his still slightly hard erection against her stomach. She wanted more.
She yanked her pants back up, readjusting her tank top. "We're gonna need to repeat that, tonight."
"Jus' say the word, princess." He zipped his pants up quickly with a smile, just in time for T-Dog to yell out.
"Yo, Shane! Y'all down here?" Scarlett sighed, both happy and disappointed. Their moments alone were few and far between. She leaned against the boulder and propped her foot up as T-Dog wandered around the corner. "There y'all are." He seemed to notice that he'd come close to interrupting something, and chuckled.
"What can I do for ya, buddy?" Shane squinted against the sun, hands in his pockets.
"We got a slight problem with Dale's engine, and y'all been talkin' about a supply run soon anyway. Thought you might wanna jump in on the discussion." Scarlett's stomach dropped at the mention of a supply run. The thought of going back to Atlanta made her feel slightly sick.
Shane glanced toward her, rubbing his neck. "Yeah, alrigh'." They joined Glenn, Dale, and Andrea out by the shore. Scarlett could feel her post-sex buzz melting away with every step.
A discussion ensued about what they needed, who should go, and when. Scarlett's attention floated in and out of the conversation, but she picked up that they would go today. Everyone agreed that Shane should ride this time, rather than Daryl. "We can find some more ammo," Andrea suggested, looking pointedly at Shane.
"Here's an odd question. What about Merle?" Dale asked.
Shane shrugged his arms, looking bored. "What about him."
Dale continued. "Well, he's not the most trustworthy guy. I trust Daryl to keep tabs on the camp, but he doesn't do much to keep tabs on his brother."
Suddenly, Shane glanced over at Scarlett with a strange look on his face. She narrowed her eyes in confusion, and then slowly realized that he remembered their conversation in the woods. More importantly, he'd remembered that she never told him what was going on.
He crossed his arms, prying his eyes away from the small blonde. "So what, you want me to babysit Merle? Load him up, take him on a field trip?"
"That won't be safe," Scarlett interjected. "Y'all didn't see him in Atlanta like I did. He's a loose cannon."
"So, we'll dump him somewhere," T-Dog suggested, half-joking.
Shane was looking at Scarlett again. She could tell he was piecing the puzzle together.
"And then tell Daryl what?" Glenn asked, shifting his feet. "'Sorry dude, left your brother in a walker-infested city.'"
They discussed it further; Scarlett didn't hear much. She was watching Shane, who turned his back on the group momentarily and moved close to her ear. "You gonna tell me what happened in Atlanta?" He asked quietly, staring off over the water.
He'd figured it out. Scarlett swallowed. "Nothing happened." It was half true. Merle had merely suggested that he might catch her alone one of these days…and then reminded her of his plans every time he saw her. Technically, though, nothing had actually happened.
"Right," he drawled. He didn't believe her. He turned back to the group without another word and cleared his throat, adjusting the holster on his belt. "Merle's gon' come. 'Bout time I had a chat with him anyway."
"Seriously?" Andrea looked both shocked and irritated. It was a rare moment in which Scarlett agreed with her about something.
"Yep. We'll leave in 20 minutes." He walked off toward the pathway to the camp. Only Dale looked pleased with the decision. Everyone else had an uneasy expression on their face.
Glenn glanced down. "Think I'm gonna sit this one out." he muttered, and walked away. They all followed except Scarlett, who hung back in an inward panic.
She knew this part of Shane's temper. He was controlling it, but only because he wanted to. They'd all decided that Scarlett would stay here; there was nothing she could really offer at this point except a shaky hand and poorly aimed shot. Even if she went, however, Sky knew she wouldn't be able to break up a fight. It was hard enough reasoning with Angry Shane in the real world. Throwing in a city full of walkers to distract her made the prospect laughable.
Scarlett had to try to get him to calm down before he went.
A piercing whistle caught her attention from above. Daryl was way at the top of the quarry, peering down at her. He jerked his head to the side. Scarlett knew what that meant; he was off to hunt. She held up a finger, silently asking for him to wait, and jogged after the others.
Shane
"Aye Merle!" Shane marched toward the Dixons' little camp, way on the outskirts of the clearing. Merle was roasting a squirrel on a stick. He looked up skeptically.
"How's it goin', cop."
"Jus' fine," he quipped. "Got a favor to ask."
Merle chuckled. "That's a joke."
Shane sniffed impatiently, shifting his feet. "Look, I know we been at odds; you ain't my biggest fan. But I'm kinda hopin' you'll take a peace offering." Merle just looked at Shane suspiciously. "We're goin' down to Atlanta for some supplies. Jus' me, Andrea, and T-Dog. Could use an extra set a' muscle."
"Not interested."
Shane moved the toothpick around in his mouth. "Yeah, thought ya might say that," he drawled. "I'm pickin' up guns n' ammo; I'll give ya first choice. Much as ya want. I jus' really need the help, man."
"Damn, cop. Ya sound like you're begging." Shane smirked. He sounded that way on purpose. He knew how to work a cocky asshole into doing what he wanted. Dicks like Merle were so concerned with manipulating people that they never realized when someone was manipulating them. Shane dealt with them daily on patrol. Merle stretched back in his chair, hooking his hands on the back of his head smugly. "I'll go, since ya sound so cute n' pitiful."
"'ppreciate it. We leave in 10 minutes." Shane turned and walked to the truck, thinking about what the hell he was going to do. First, he was going to pry it out of Merle. Then, he was going to beat that fucker's ass. Shane couldn't quite figure out what he'd do after that. He'd think about it on the way.
He found Scarlett propped against the driver's door of the truck, and stopped in front of her with a sigh. She looked pissed.
"What the hell are you thinking, Shane?"
He adjusted his hat. "Jus' gonna have a chat, Sky. Tha's all."
"Bullshit," she said plainly. "I've seen that look in your eye, it means you're either going to beat somebody or fuck them." Scarlett knew; she'd taken it pretty hard against that tree on the highway. He looked taken aback for a moment, and then chuckled.
"Well I ain't gonna fuck him."
"Exactly. You haven't even let me explain what happened. He was just being his usual asshole self, Shane. Made some comments, wanted to make me scared. I can handle it myself."
He got closer to her and lowered his voice. "I saw you two in the truck a couple days ago. You looked like you were about to stab him, and then shoot him, and he didn't even flinch. You're tellin' me you wanna handle this yourself? I've watched the way he talks at ya, Sky, nevermind how he leers n' jeers at everybody else. That asshole needs to be put in his place. I'm gonna take care of it."
Scarlett rubbed her face with her hands, brushing a light strand of hair from her neck. "Well what the fuck are you gonna do? Yell at him? Break his arm? Shoot him in the head?"
"Don't worry about it," Shane muttered, reaching for the handle. She pushed the door back shut. He pressed his mouth into a hard line, but the pleading look on her face made him soften up a bit. "I won't kill him." He promised.
Merle sauntered over, jumping into the back of the truck. "Let's go, princess." Shane gave him a warning glance.
He put a hand on her hip, letting his thumb run over her bare skin lightly. "Just trust me." Shane kissed her forehead and hopped in the truck, gripping the steering wheel tight. 3 weeks he'd dealt with Merle's bullshit; he'd just about run out of patience.
Scarlett
He sped down the road, leaving Scarlett to watch Merle's sneering face disappear down the hill. Scarlett's head was still spinning at the quickness of it all. One minute they were doing dirty things to each other behind a rock, and the next minute Scarlett was by herself, wondering if today was the day Shane would get angry enough to kill someone.
She pinched the bridge of her nose and turned back to the camp. Daryl appeared at the tree line, looking impatient. "We gonna hunt or what?"
They climbed through the woods, working their way toward a more secluded part of the forest. Sky could do nothing about Shane now except wait and worry. She had hoped that a hunting trip would distract her, but it proved to be untrue. She couldn't stop thinking about it. Daryl shot a sideways glance toward her.
"You ain't talkin'."
Scarlett kept her eyes forward. "Am I supposed to be?"
Daryl shrugged. "Usually are by now. Got kinda used to ya babbling on for half the hunt." She smiled at the comment.
"I thought my babbling scared away game."
He smirked. "It does."
She chewed on her lip, thinking to herself. Daryl had warmed up to Sky considerably. He still didn't speak much, but more-so to her than anyone else. She caught herself stealing glances at him occasionally, trying to figure him out. He was so different from Merle.
He glanced at her again. "Somethin' on your mind." It was more of an observation than a question.
They were deep in the woods now, in an area that Scarlett didn't recognize.
"What is it with you and your brother?" The question spilled out of her mouth before she even realized she was speaking.
Daryl narrowed his eyes. "Whaddya mean?"
Scarlett cleared her throat, embarrassed that she'd even asked. "Well, Merle's just so…shitty." Daryl snorted at that comment. "But you're, I don't know, halfway decent."
He raised an amused eyebrow at her description. "I ain't decent."
"More-so than Merle."
"Merle's ten years older'n me. He's had ten more years of shit." Scarlett pondered that thought for a moment, wondering what kind of shit they'd been through. "He's an asshole, though, don't get me wrong. I bailed him outta shit more times'n I can count." Scarlett chuckled.
It suddenly occurred to Scarlett that Daryl didn't know where his brother was headed. Was she supposed to tell him? Daryl knew that Shane was hot-headed; the whole damn camp knew Shane was hot-headed. They locked eyes for a moment, coming to a stop, and Scarlett studied his crystal blue gaze. He would be furious, with both her and Shane. His eyes drifted down ever so slightly, making her heart skip a beat. Weird.
Daryl looked at the ground, his face unreadable. "Y'know what's shitty; you standin' in my tracks." She looked down. Sure enough, there were faint deer tracks. She wondered how long he'd been following them. "You gonna track for once?"
Scarlett smiled. "I'll give it a shot."
It was at that moment that the most horrific, blood-curdling scream echoed from somewhere in the forest. It faltered and then rose up again, chilling Scarlett to the bone. It sounded like a child.
Her eyes snapped to Daryl, who threw his crossbow over his shoulder and retrieved his gun. "Doesn't sound good," he muttered. They broke off into a run toward the direction of the screams, which had returned with a terrifying urgency.
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So here's the deal. I love creating characters that are neither fully good nor fully evil. I think it's much more interesting that way. So, I've given hints, but I'm going to start letting more human sides to the characters peek out.
It was hard writing this chapter, I don't know why. I think because I want to get to the nitty gritty stuff, but I'm a sucker for setting up the scenes.
Let me know what you think!
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