Tempus Ferati – Hunter Games
By: Kadyn :)
A twig snaps under my boot.
It's a simple mistake to make; amateur. The kind that would make me wince if I hadn't just done it on purpose trying to draw him out…
I pause, listening to the woods around me.
Nothing. Damn he's good.
I'm only half a mile… maybe a bit more from the road where we left the truck in the early hours before dawn. I check the ground again…those are definitely his boot prints.
Then there's the message etched with his knife into the cleared bit of dirt, reading it again sends my stomach into a series of nervous backflips.
He's close; I know he is. The same heat his presence always encourages zips down my spine settling low in my belly with a heady rush. A nervous mixture of anticipation and excitement makes my skin tingle, my tongue darts out to wet suddenly dry lips.
I turn another circle slowly watching the tree line for movement, have to grin when he's right there looking down at me from the half buried boulder painted with lichen, and I still didn't hear a damn thing.
I look up at him, dark loose hair curling against his chin, gorgeous blue eyes that from this angle I can easily compare to the sky; his are a deeper, richer azure. That delicious smart mouth quirks up on one side into the sort-of-smile I memorized ages ago; even as he flushes under my scrutiny.
His flushed cheeks remind me of another expression I can't wait to see on his face…
Heat rushes between my thighs, lace already clinging to me more than noticeably wet now, and just from a look.
Jesus, aren't we a pair.
It's a wonder we ever make it out in public at all…
or that Rick hasn't shot us both completely exasperated.
The direction my thoughts have taken must show on my face, his eyes darken as he hops down off the rock crossbow held out to one side landing softly in the dirt right in front of me, close enough to touch.
I raise my hands to run them over his chest, a noise of displeasure escapes me when his fingers encircle my wrist stopping me.
"Rules are rules."
Dear God. No man should be able to sound like that.
My pulse accelerates; I'm sure he can feel it under his fingers. I can feel it racing through my veins, thrumming a steady heartbeat low in my belly. He tilts his head stares down at me while I try to remember the game…Have to force my focus onto something other than the wetness pooling between my thighs, buzzing through every nerve ending making me fidget. An image of him dropping his hands to my belt, tugging my cargo pants down off my hips and pushing me up against that tree makes me tingle, my pulse hum.
I blink up at him, let my teeth nibble my lip, because yeah that always gets him; feel satisfaction curl through me when his eyes darken further and his breath leaves him in a rush.
"Quit stallin' Woman. Or we could just rightly assume I won." He steps into me, boots on either side of mine, so close…I lean up on my toes mouth almost pressed to his then stop so my reply brushes his lips.
"But you'd be wrong."
He tilts his head, his eyes not leaving my mouth, lips quirked again with his version of a smile.
"We'll see, Out with it."
I lean back a few more inches trying to clear my head. He follows me apparently intent on driving me mad…
"5 rabbits, 1 hog and…a deer."
He was just about to kiss me, Damnit.
He leans away again.
"Huh, 6 rabbits, 8 squirrels, and one deer."
I grin against his mouth. "You and the damn squirrels…"
"By numbers; I win." His mouth slides over mine triumphant for a moment before I pull back his fingers tighten on my skin though he doesn't stop me.
My breath brushes his lips when I speak. "Not by pounds…"
His hand cups the back of my neck pulls me back to his kiss.
I absolutely do not push up onto my toes for a better angle and wrap my arms around him while the winner is still contested...
Just like I certainly didn't just make that sound…
"I like when you do that."
"Stop changing the subject."
His nose trails down the side of my neck his soft huff of amusement tickles my skin.
My knees almost give out when his mouth devours the dip where neck abuts collar bone. His hands press me against him while he sucks, and nips and sends shivers down my spine, goose bumps racing down my arms. My nipples tighten with the next shudder that rolls through me. He pulls back suddenly thumbs brushing over the spot on my neck.
Did he just…
"So you win, wha'da want?" He nuzzles against my ear.
Oh God. His breath curls around me, lips brushing against my skin. My cheeks flush, my pulse hums.
I pull his mouth back to mine.
Fuck the game. I just want Him.
I pull at his clothes, get his belt open, undo the rest of the fastenings at his waist with greedy hands. He breaks the kiss when my hand wraps around him, forehead tilted down to rest against mine, breathing fast against my lips.
I feel his hands on my hips, he slide the clasps off my belt. I'm grateful I decided to forgo my full harness this morning; not that I had this in mind exactly…it was more that at that hour of the morning I was so busy tripping over my own boots half asleep I didn't think I could deal with one more thing to strap on before I got to rest in the truck a while longer…
If it was up to me hunting trips would not start at the ass crack of dawn. But Rick tends to get edgy when we stay out the whole night.
His hand slips down against me, sliding under lace and pressing through my folds making me moan, dig my fingers into his shoulders to steady myself.
We have on way to many clothes...but striping in the middle of the woods isn't exactly the best idea; even if there's nothing around us for…at least a mile I'd guess…
I pull his lips against mine again let my tongue war with his for dominance while I grab his wrist, pull his hand from its current task breaking our kiss so I can twist in his hold, place my back against his. His breath immediately tickles against my neck, nibbles my ear while I slide my pants over my hips hear the approving noise he makes low in his throat leaning my hands against the trunk a foot away.
"Like this?"
I nod, rock my hips back against him blindly; desperate to feel him filling me, driving me over the edge.
I drop my head to my arm trembling when feel him part me, slide his tip against me for a few torturous seconds coating himself in my slick heat making me shake with need, my stomach flips with nervous anticipation 'til he presses forward, parting me just a few inches, making me arch and gasp. He halts there teasingly pulling back repeatedly 'til I curse and thrust back against him; taking him all the way down to the hilt in one swift move. His pelvis jerks forward skin to skin with a hiss of my name, arm wrapped around my waist holding me in place.
The burning ache of stretching muscles and slick heat overwhelm everything; narrowing my focus 'til I'm all but a bundle of tightly coiled nerves. I'm lost to the fluttering of tight heat, the feel of him pressed deep, filling me almost to the point of pain…any farther, fuller; would be too much… instead he fills me with wicked rolling thrusts that hit me just right to send sparks dancing across my vision, have me gasping his name, begging him not to stop, to fuck me harder.
His body moves against me hips and hands setting a smooth cadence despite my begging that has me rocking back with each thrust, pressing recklessly back to take him in farther.
I bite my lip, feel my release building already, impossibly hard and fast, ready to tip over any second, overwhelm me with just the right touch…
I must make a noise, or maybe he can feel it too…because his hand slides down my from his grip on my waist; parts my folds just above my heat where he's cock slides against me with that perfect rhythm, his fingers are instantly slick with sex, slip across my skin making me moan, and press into his hand wordlessly begging for more.
His thumb circles me, while I gasp, fingers flicking against me while I shudder and rock back into his next thrust with enough force that he growls my name, hips jumping forward violently in answer, every muscle in my core spasms and tightens around his cock still thrusting deep inside me.
On the third pass of his fingers I come apart: hard.
I'm shaking, cursing, gasping, tree bark digging into my forearms when his thrusts turn frenzied and irregular while I tug him over the edge with me. My release pulling everything he has to offer from him, leaving him gasping for air, draped over me, his own forearm braced against the bark over my head. His other arm keeping me pinned to him still while we ride out the aftershocks still trembling through my limbs, making me shiver when I feel him twitch with the last of his own tremors, body still buried in mine.
We stand still, trying to catch our breath for several minutes, till he pulls away from me carefully to refasten his pants. I've almost got mine back over my hips; can't seem to get my fingers untangled yet when he presses my back to the same tree and lifts me up so my hips wrap around his waist on reflex and his mouth moves over mine possessing me, taking complete control with one deliciously wicked tilt of his chin, fingers tugging my braid back to keep me angled just right so he can steal my breath all over again, his teeth slide over my bottom lip, tongue sliding against mine, retreating finally to let me chase him with my tongue.
I'm having no more success controlling my greater motor functions by the end of the kiss.
"We should head back." We still have a lot of work to do, meat doesn't cure itself. And if he keeps kissing me like this we'll never make it anywhere.
He lets me go, slowly, so I slide down his chest inch by inch to stand on my own feet again.
I keep my hands on his biceps for a moment longer make sure my legs like me again before I let him go, finish closing my belt buckle.
He's got his bow in his hand again when I look up; hands me mine without comment. I turn start to head towards where we left the truck when he halts me with a word.
"Wait."
I pause looking back to see him step back behind the rock he originally jumped off of, he's gone for a few moments when he comes back into view…
"I thought you said, one deer… and it's already in the truck I saw it."
"That was earlier."
My eyes narrow.
"So, I guess; I win."
I sling my bow over my shoulder, start back to the truck shaking my head.
Well if I'm going to lose a bet, it will always be to him.
We walk in silence to the road side, I pause to shoot two Walkers pawing at the hard-top lid over the truck bed before we can load the last deer inside.
We're back in the cab pulling onto the road before I speak.
"So you won," I admit glance at him, but he keeps his eyes on the road. "Any idea what you might want?"
It's only been an hour maybe but the possibilities make me bite my lip. It's ridiculous that I can still feel myself start to blush, especially after…
"Go camping; with me. In a few days."
My breath rushes out.
"Camping."
Well, I just got thrown for a loop.
"You can even bring that squirrel nest you call a tent."
"Ha. Okay, Camping." He's still looking straight at the road in front of us, he fidgets nervously with his hands; obviously not ready to share beyond that.
Which doesn't bother me, I have no doubt he'll let me know when he's ready.
I've been up since God only knows when anyways, so I prop my feet up on the dash, getting comfortable he looks at them but doesn't comment. I close my eyes feel the vibrations in the road work their way through tired muscles.
And actually fall asleep.
I don't wake until he's shaking my shoulder, telling me it's time to help him take everything through the back door of the warehouse. A door that's usually hidden from view and blocked by a large green dumpster rolled against the outside wall.
Rick comes out to stand in what used to be the back service and truck loading lot to help us haul everything in; which is nice since all three deer weigh almost as much as me. He's just emerged as Daryl is holding the door open for me to slide to the ground, waiting while I stretch.
He's nods to Daryl, then moves to stand at the back of the truck's tailgate, waiting while Daryl grabs the first deer cleaned early this morning; and carries it inside. He's helping me slide the wild hog I took down towards the tailgate by its legs so we can grab it easier when he asks, "So, how'd it go out there?"
Which strikes me as an odd question since he can already see what we brought back.
Daryl's just re-emerged from the warehouse.
"It was uneventful."
Maybe he means Walkers?
I can feel Daryl looking at me from the side of the truck bed he quickly looks down when I meet his eyes.
I'm clearly missing something…
"Well that's good to know," Rick keeps grinning at me, I squint up at him in the bright sunlight wonder if the heat's cooked his brain...
"Carl wanted to go with you next time, but I'll tell him no."
"Why can't I go?" Carl is standing by the back door, walks across the lot to stand by the truck he pauses frowning still a few feet away.
"What the Hell happened to your neck?" I glare at Daryl who's staring at his boots still.
Rick does a damn good job of keeping a straight face when he moves past me into the warehouse again, taking the whole hog with him; but we can all hear him laughing once he's inside.
Dear God. My only consolation is at least Daryl's blushing way harder than I am.
:: Walking Dead ::