How about that scary ass premiere?! So kick ass! I'm super excited for the new season so my muse has decided to appear again. Virtual high five for getting this done! It was a bitch to get through, but I proudly present a Shane sequel to the quarry chapter. You don't have to read that one to follow, but in case you want to its chapter five. Anyways, thanks as always for the support and enjoy!
Shane-Crazier Things Have Happened…
Layla moved down the halls of the CDC with silent elation. It was a damn miracle that they'd been able to make it to this place; much less find food, warm water, and a bed. She felt refreshed as she combed her fingers through her semi damp hair. She knew they'd have a lot to discuss with Dr. Jenner in the morning, but for now she was content to sleep in the cot she'd snagged earlier today and not smell like sweat and dirt.
A movement across the hall ahead alerted her to someone else's presence. She looked up and noticed Shane making his way down the hallway towards her. She stopped and waited for him to reach her. He'd been drinking heavily. They all had, but she knew he was hitting the bottle particularly hard and it wasn't in a jovial fashion either. His movements were swift, as if he was running from an unknown threat behind him. He hadn't looked up and when he got to her she jerked her arm out to stop him. He seemed startled, as if he'd been inside his own head working out a math problem. His eyes were bloodshot and jumpy and Layla could sense his nervousness.
"Shane, you alright?" She said softly. He ran a shaky hand through his hair and looked down both ends of the hallway in paranoia. She was able to get a good look at his face and noticed the scratch marks that now lined his left cheek. They were prominent and it wasn't difficult to see that they were fresh. She reached at hand up to his face, looming over the irritated skin.
"What the hell happened to your face?" Her question went unanswered as he moved away from her outstretched hand. He didn't seem to be listening to her. He seemed too preoccupied with something else. She followed his gaze, but saw nothing. She knew that this most likely had something to do with Lori and decided he didn't need to be wandering the halls alone.
"Come on. Let's clean that up before someone else sees." She moved a hand to his arm and gently ushered him back the way he came. He was hesitant and looked as if he was going to protest, but she reaffirmed he didn't need to be walking around like that for someone else to see. He finally nodded his head in understanding and followed her down the hall and to a closed door. Layla opened the door and walked into the room. It was bare and simple. A bed, a sofa, a desk and chair, and a connecting bathroom. It looked like a college dorm actually. She ushered him in and turned the lock on the door, just in case.
"Sit down. I'll get something to clean you up." It was a command and one she didn't think he'd abide by, but he did. It was bizarre for her to see Shane Walsh so passive. It made her think that whatever had taken place had really shaken hip up. She went into the bathroom and looked under the sink. There was a fist aid kit there and she immediately snatched it up.
When she came back into the room, Shane was sitting on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands. It was a sad sight that made Layla's heart ache. She knew of the situation between Lori and Shane. How they'd shown up to the quarry together, but were now separated by her husband coming back from the dead, in the good way. It was a fucked up situation and one she did not envy him for, but she did feel that he needed to let that shit go. Lori and her husband were a family. They had a son and they found each other after impossible odds. Shane couldn't and shouldn't stand in the way of that.
She made her way over to him and sat down facing his left side to reach the marks that lined his face. She set the first aid beside her and started rifling through its contents to see what she could use. She found some alcohol wipes and pulled those out, along with some Neosporin ointment. There were plenty of bandages, but she had a feeling he didn't want to draw too much attention to his face as it was. He'd picked his head up, but he was only staring blankly ahead at the wall. It worried her. She didn't like seeing people this way, especially people she cared for.
"Want to talk about it?" She asked hesitantly, not at all sure he'd even give her a response. He sighed and shook his head. Layla grabbed an alcohol wipe and tore the paper away as she pulled the damp material from its package.
"This'll probably sting." She warned before she applied the alcohol to his inflamed skin. She watched his jaw clench, but other than that he gave no other indication of being in pain.
"You shouldn't beat yourself up." Her words were low and soft as she continued to tend to his face. He visibly tensed and laughed without a hint of humor.
"What'd you know?" His tone wasn't angry. He sounded defeated and it made her hesitate for a brief second.
"Not much. But I'm also not blind."
"Meaning?" He asked impatiently.
"Meaning you've gotta let that shit go and move on. It's the end of the fucking world, in case you didn't get the memo."
His head snapped to look at her and his eyes pinned her with a hard stare in response to her words. They were brutal, but they needed to be said. They were all lucky to be alive still. Their days didn't need to be spent in self pity or loathing. While she felt for both he and Lori, it was a situation that didn't need to spiral out of control and poison the whole group. The world was too dangerous now to be sidetracked by such trivial things.
"Don't think I recall askin' for your opinion on the matter." He bit out. He went back to staring at the wall ahead and she took that as a sign to continue her work on his face.
"You didn't. But if these scratches are any indication, it looks like you don't have your shit together. And your shit has to be together Shane." His head turned to hers again and he opened his mouth to speak, but she stopped him before he could get a word in. "All of us need to have our shit together."
His eyes roamed over her face and then down to her sweatshirt and boxer clad legs. His deep observation of her made her shiver. He didn't do it in a way that would suggest he was leering. His eyes studied her as if they were looking for the source of her words. They hadn't shared many conversations together and she could tell he was somewhat surprised by her frankness. He looked genuinely perplexed as he sat there working over what she'd said.
"That obvious?" He questioned. She laughed, despite the seriousness of the conversation and turned his head back so she could access the lines that marred his face.
"Sorta." She quipped back as she finished up applying the alcohol. She moved to grab the ointment, but his hand reached out and stopped her.
"Don't. I'll be fine." His words were soft and she smiled before nodding. She packed up the first aid kit and sat it down on the floor by the bed. Neither of them made a move and Layla began nervously playing with the sleeves of her sweatshirt.
"Thanks." It was soft and she probably would've missed it if not for their close proximity. He'd turned to meet her eyes and she shrugged her shoulders in response.
"No problem." He nodded at her, seemingly lost in thought before Layla broke the silence. "You can sleep in here if you want. The couch looks comfy." She gestured to the couch, but he shook his head.
"Its alrigh'…I should get goin' to my own room." He moved to stand up and Layla followed as their made their way to the door. At the last minute, Shane turned around and nearly collided with her.
"Why'd you do it?" He questioned. Layla looked at him puzzled, confused by the question.
"Do what?"
"Fix me up. You can probably take a guess on how I got 'em…so why'd you do it?" He asked again. Layla didn't know what to say. Why had she done it? She was helping a friend is all. Right?
"Just thought I'd help." She shrugged as if it was the most obvious answer. His hand was resting on the door knob, but his body was turned towards her and his eyes were fixed on hers. It was silent as he seemed to be thinking something over in his head. She waited and watched as his hand released the knob and he turned to face her fully.
"You ain't afraid of me?" He asked skeptically. His tone was low and bordering on husky. It made a shiver run up her spine and she tried hard to hide it.
"No. You haven't given me a reason to be." She answered truthfully. He nodded silently and took his bottom lip in to his mouth. The gesture made her eyes fixate on his lips and she felt heat start to flow through her body.
"No?" He asked. Layla studied him for a moment. She couldn't get a read on where he was going with this. He still didn't frighten her, but he was staring to make her nervous. She met his stare and made sure her voice was strong as she spoke.
"Don't give me one." She demanded lightly. He chuckled and nodded appreciatively at her response before turning back towards the door.
"Is this how it's gonna be between us?" She asked quickly, stopping him from leaving the room. Her question surprised herself and him. His eyes darted to hers, eyebrow raised in a silent question.
"Me helping you out where Lori is concerned?" She made sure she kept any animosity out of her tone. She wasn't angry with him; she wasn't even annoyed that she always seemed to be the one to offer comfort. She was lonely these days. If this was the type of male company she was going to be getting…well she wasn't going to complain.
Shane moved to face her full on again and Layla noticed that he seemed to inch back towards her. He looked guilty as he ran a hand through his errant dark hair.
"I know ya don't deserve this…" He trailed off as he gestured with his hands to an invisible object between them. "Ya deserve better." He added on quietly.
She quickly shook her head in response. "It's not like that Shane, although I won't argue with you about that." She smirked and caught his eye as his lips lifted slightly. "I…I just want to make sure we're friends. That we stay friends. I want you to think about what I said is all. I'm only looking out for you."
His eyes were boring into hers by the time she'd finished and she couldn't identify what was reflecting back to her. He was closer now and towering over her as she waited for him to say something. Instead, he leaned down to kiss her. It was gentle and took her by surprise in more ways than one. His hand softly cupped her cheek as she kissed him back. They moved slowly, as if they had all the time in the world. Their tongues met and tangled together as their bodies pressed into each other. A rough hand rested on her hip and moved the fabric of her sweatshirt out of the way to touch bare skin. The contact sent a jolt through her body and she moved her hands from his waist to his thick hair.
A groan escaped his lips and passed into hers as she trailed her nails across his scalp. The hand that rested on her cheek was gone now and travelling south to her other hip. She could feel her skin heating and the room getting stuffy with crackling tension. His rough hands felt divine against her freshly scrubbed skin. She stepped closer into his body and gasped when his hips collided with hers. She pushed her breasts towards him in a silent plea to touch her, needing some kind of friction.
They broke apart, both breathing heavy but not separating from each other. His forehead rested against hers as they struggled to catch their breaths. His eyes had always been dark, but she could see that they were nearly black with lust.
"We gonna do this? Again?"
He smirked down at her as the question left his lips and Layla couldn't help but breathe out a laugh. True, they'd been down this road once before at the quarry. It had been spontaneous and quick, but thrilling none the less. Layla understood what it was from the beginning. They were two people looking for comfort and they found it in each other. She wasn't naïve enough to think that (nor did she want) Shane to suddenly saddle up with her and announce his undying love to her. She was craving a man's touch and she wanted this. There was no doubt about that…consequences be damned.
"Worked out alright the last time." She quipped as she pushed back against him. His eyes closed and his fingers tightened on her hips as their lower regions met. She was smiling up at him as she trailed a finger down the front of his already half unbuttoned shirt. She leaned forward, a sudden surge of female prowess taking over, and licked sensuously at the chords of his neck. A low groan flew past his lips as she taunted him, willing him to give in to her.
"Shit girl…"
Layla smirked at his reaction. He was crumbling underneath her touch and it felt intoxicating. She fleetingly wondered if Lori had the same effect, but she quickly pushed that thought away. It didn't matter. They were together tonight.
Shane wasted no time in grabbing her chin and locking her lips against his. She moaned into his mouth as tongues and teeth clashed. His hand tangled in her hair as she pushed her breasts against his chest, eager to feel any sort of friction. He surprised her as his hands fell to the backs of her thighs and easily lifted her off the ground. She locked her legs around his torso, all the while maintaining their heated kisses. He was carrying her across the room and soon they pulled away so he could lay her on the bed. Layla watched him with hooded eyes as he stood over her, every bit the man she desired.
His fingers started to unbutton the rest of his shirt and discard it on the floor. He stared at her and she sat up, obliging with the silent request. She pulled her sweatshirt over her head and threw it in the same general direction he disposed of his shirt. Her tank top was next and she did the same with it. His eyes settled on her bra-clad chest as she gulped in air. His gaze burned her skin and she clamped her thighs together to settle her arousal. She took it upon herself to remove the black bra, not bothering to wait for instruction. She wanted to feel his skin on hers.
Shane's eyes feasted on her chest as she discarded the material. She almost crossed her arms over her chest, but stopped herself and settled back against the bed instead. He stepped closer to the edge of the bed as his hands went to his belt and undid the buckle and zipper of his pants. She heard his boots being kicked off and then he was pushing the material down his legs, along with the boxer briefs he wore. It was the first time she'd seen him naked, though it wasn't going to be the first time she felt him. They'd had sex while in the water while back at the quarry and it had been pitch black so she'd never actually seen his naked form, but she'd sure as hell felt it. The feel of him matched the image. He was gorgeous. All hard lines and rough flesh.
Layla moved her own fingers to the boxers she wore and lifted her hips off the bed as the material slid down her legs. She hadn't bothered with underwear after her shower so she was now on full display for his hungry gaze. He moved almost immediately and let his naked body hover over hers on the bed as their lips connected. Her legs fell open to accommodate him and every nerve inside her immediately set ablaze at the contact of their skin. She moaned as his lips left hers and trailed hungrily down her neck. He sucked ferociously as her nails dug into his back and her hips moved against his. She could feel his teeth graze against the now tender flesh of her neck and she whimpered in response. With a final swipe of his tongue he moved down to her breasts. He licked, nipped, and sucked at her chest, effectively making her delirious with pleasure.
His mouth ventured farther south and without preamble, his tongue swiped at her opening. Her legs immediately locked around his head and her hips jumped off the bed at the unexpected action. His soft chuckle filled the room as his hands held down her hips and opened her thighs back up to him.
"Easy girl…" He breathed out as he went back to his task.
She let her fingers grasp his thick hair as he continued to assault her with his teeth and tongue. Her whole body felt heavy with an impending climax as she pushed him away, not ready to let herself release just yet. She pulled him back towards her mouth, tasting herself on him.
"Ya taste damn delicious."
His mouth was by her ear and she shivered at his words. Their eyes met and Layla released a moan as he moved against her opening. She could feel his hot flesh against hers, begging for entrance and she happily granted it to him. With a nod of her head and a thrust of her hips, Shane lined himself up with her and thrust in slowly. She gripped his biceps as his head fell to her shoulders and he continued to push all the way in to her.
"God damn you're tight."
His words made her involuntarily clench around him and he stopped moving, struggling to catch his breath. Layla moved underneath him, signaling she was ready. His teeth bit her shoulder as he pulled back out and thrust back in. It was slow, her arousal making it easy for him to pull in and out. Her legs wrapped around his body as his pace increased. She bit her lip as he continued to move inside her. It felt heavenly. She felt completely filled and encased by him as his mouth and hands continued to graze across her body.
"I'm almost there." She whimpered as her thighs clenched against his hips. His head pulled back and she was suddenly staring into the darkest depths of lust filled eyes she'd ever seen.
"What'ya need?" He questioned roughly with a slight strain to his voice. He'd kept a steady pace, but she could feel him going faster, helping to chase her orgasm.
"Harder." She moaned as he hit a particularly sensitive spot inside her. He answered her request with a forceful thrust. Her eyes squeezed shut and her nails dug unapologetically into his back. She felt herself flutter in response, knowing she'd be ready to let go soon.
"Come on baby…"
His words surprised her and with two more thrusts she was doing just that. Her back arched and her limbs locked around him as a white hot heat rolled through her body. Her muscles clenched sporadically around him as her orgasm plowed through her. Her head felt light and her hearing was muffled as explosions went off in her head.
When Layla opened her eyes, Shane was looking down at her intensely. His arms were flexed beside her head as he continued to stay still inside her.
"You alright?"
She only nodded, not able to trust her voice after a release like that. She proved it by thrusting her hips up against his. He groaned and picked up where he'd left off. His pace was fast and erratic as he chased his own end.
"Shit, I'm almost there." He grunted out as his whole body flexed above her. It was a fascinating sight that Layla burned to memory.
His words registered and she made a last second decision as she pushed his body off hers. Shane's eyes were a mixture of confusion and panic, but she smiled at him, letting him know she wasn't done with him just yet. She pushed him to lie against the bed as she moved between his legs. His eyes got darker, if at all possible, with the realization of what she was going to do. She looked down at him, still hard and slick with her excitement. She licked her lips hungrily and lowered her lips to him. Her tongue darted out experimentally and she was rewarded with a groan and a thrust of his hips. She continued, letting her tongue explore all of him before her lips enclosed around him. She sucked and let her hand rest against his flexed abdomen as his breathing quickened. He was close and she kept up her pace, letting her nails graze his stomach. He thrust into her throat and she immediately relaxed the muscle as his body tensed and he filled her mouth with his orgasm.
Layla continued to suckle him as he rode out his climax and softened inside her. She swallowed and released him from her mouth as she sat back up. His eyes were trained on her and she moved towards him. His arm opened up and she smiled, letting herself fit into the side of his body. Nothing was said. No words broke the silence as exhaustion and a satiated feeling filled her limbs and mind. Her eyes closed and in moments she was asleep.
Layla moved nearly blindly into the cafeteria as the laughter and chatter of the group filled her ears. The fluorescent lights burned her eyes as they adjusted to the room. She'd woken up alone and sore in places she'd never been before. Finding Shane gone had been no surprise to her. She almost preferred it that way. There was no awkward morning after talk. She'd gotten dressed as quickly as possible and let the aroma of caffeine lead her out of her room and to the cafeteria.
She wasted no time in pouring herself a cup of coffee and sitting in the vacant chair next to Glenn at the big table. His head was down and it sounded as if he was groaning in pain.
"What's up with him?" She asked as Glenn let out another groan. T-dog came by with a skillet of scrambled eggs and placed a spoonful on Layla's plate and then Glenn's.
"Hangover." Dale replied simply. Layla nodded in understanding and reached around to rub Glenn's back affectionately. She sipped from her coffee and noted that everyone was present, except for the kids who she figured were still sleeping. Her eyes slipped over to Shane as he nursed a cup of coffee as well. Their eyes met for a brief moment before they both looked away.
"What's the deal with everyone showing up with questionable marks on their bodies?"
The question came from T-dog as he finally sat down on the other side of Glenn. Layla looked at him confused when his eyes landed on hers.
"What're you talking about?" She asked around a mouthful of eggs. She looked across the table and could see Rick and Lori eyeing her curiously, as was Dale and Jacqui. Glenn's head was finally up off the table and he was sipping from his cup, oblivious to the current conversation. Carol and Andrea were trying hard not to stare at her and Shane looked panicked.
"Shane shows up with scratches on his face he said he did in his sleep and you roll in here with a hickey the size of a silver dollar on your neck."
Layla's eyes widened and her hands immediately came up to cover her neck once T-dog's words registered. She hadn't even looked in a mirror this morning. Everyone was looking at her and Shane as they tried their hardest not to look guilty.
"Told ya man…did it in my sleep." Shane quipped nonchalantly. His eyes betrayed his words. She could see the alarm in them and she thought fast on how she was going to talk her way out of this one. You couldn't talk your way out of a hickey…she'd learned that as a teenager.
"Damn it Glenn!" Layla groaned out as she tried hard to sound convincing, hoping Glenn was sick enough to just go with what she was saying.
All eyes zeroed in on Layla and Glenn, waiting for an explanation. "I told you not to give me a hickey." She huffed out, feigning annoyance. Glenn's head turned slowly to meet her eyes, clear confusion and puzzlement laced in them.
"What are you talking about?" He asked groggily. "I didn't give-", Layla gripped Glenn's leg under the table and dug her nails into his thigh as he jerked in pain. She pinned him with a withering stare and he instantly backtracked.
"Sorry…guess I was more wasted than I thought." He lied. Layla soothed her hand over the place where she'd dug her nails into his leg and turned back to the table. Everyone was silent as they pieced together what they'd said.
"You guys slept together?" Andrea asked skeptically.
"No, no, no…we made out." Layla lied easily. She could see the doubt in everyone's eyes, but she refused to go back on what she'd said. It wasn't anyone's business anyways, but she didn't have much of a choice when she apparently had a huge love bite decorating her flesh.
"You two?" Lori asked as she motioned between her and Glenn. Glenn was back to groaning in to his arms so Layla responded by nodding.
"Well I did not see that coming." Dale pointed out as he shook his head and sipped from his coffee. Layla ignored the disbelieving stares and looked down at her own coffee.
"Looks like Chinaman's got him some game." Daryl taunted as he slapped Glenn on the back and the poor guy let out another groan in protest. Layla followed Daryl with her eyes and steeled him with an annoyed look.
"He's Korean, jackass." She corrected as Daryl narrowed his gaze back at her. "And it's not that big of deal," She went on. "It's the end of the world…crazier things have happened." She pointed out as she smiled, what she hoped was a convincing smile, at everyone.
Thankfully, Dr. Jenner chose that moment to make his entrance and everyone focused on him. Layla was grateful to have the heat taken off her, but she soon learned that explaining a hickey was the least of their problems at the CDC. Crazier things have happened…no shit.