Thread: the new beginning // randomname & sixlikesgoree

XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx MAGGIE GREENE xxxxxxxx Out of everything that Jacob Frazier did, Maggie was in love with the way he was so open with her to describe what he wanted to do was going to do and had thought about doing to her. Just hearing his voice thick with lust while he whispered about not being able to stop thinking about her made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end with anticipation with what was coming next. There was nothing he could say that would cause Maggie's mood to deplete with how she felt for him, and the twenty two year old always found herself hanging off his every syllable. When the man began his promise to her, the chills that flung up Maggie's spine had her verbally sighing with the sensations his words flared within her. Biting her lower lip, the woman's green orbs closed for a moment as she repeated his words in her head, this time a gentle moan accompanying it rather than a sigh. His words, paired with the first-hand presentation of what the effects were having on him, Maggie could already feel herself beginning to grow slick with warm juice, her body more than eager. As he retrieved the bandana from her grasp, Maggie's eyes opened once more and focused on Jake's, portraying the yearning she felt for him rather loudly. At his suggestion to start with the gag, the woman nodded her head all too eagerly, watching as he tied the knot in the center of the band. A mischievous smile grow on the brunette's lips before she opened her mouth to give him room to position it properly, moving with him to allow easier access. When requested to move her hair, Maggie's hands glided up Jake's bare chest until they withdrew to cup her long locks out of his way, appreciating that he took care not to tie any of the strands within the knot. Once the hold was secure, and Jake's hands withdrew from the back of her head, Maggie allowed her hair to release, letting the brunette locks to frame back around her face, further accenting the colour of the bandana. I love you so fucking much. My God, Maggie. Ive missed seeing a gag in your mouth. Those words mixed with the combination of his hips gliding the head of his erection along her folds had the twenty two year old woman's back already arching in reaction, her breath releasing from her nose in a huff of sexually frustrated air. Just feeling the tip of his manhood glide against her juices had Maggie's thighs quivering with anticipation, and her eyes to hood with lust. At the kiss, Maggie's eyes clenched instantly, and she pushed back as hard into him as she possibly could. It'd been far too long since she'd felt the restricting material against the sides of her mouth, against her cheeks, and the feel of his own warm lips working to mold against her own through it all. Immediately, it was as though the kiss had stolen nearly every breath of air from the woman's lungs, and as he ebbed his tongue softly against her lips, all Maggie could emit were breathless signs of content. Her hands gripped against Jake's chest, nails coming to fasten further and further against his skint he more his lips teased against her own, causing more pronounced breathless signs to begin to echo from the gag. So enthralled within returning the kiss, pressing her tongue to the other side of the gag in an attempt to join his own, Maggie didn't realize what was happening until her back was fastened against the mattress, Jacob's body towering over her. It caused her to grin through the gag, shifting her legs to let him walk freely away towards the dresser. At his comment about their toys remaining the dresser drawer, Maggie gave him a smirk through the gag the best she could. Of course , she murmured into the material, knowing even with the muffle Jake would be able to understand her he had quite a bit of practice. After the two items were retrieved, the brunette's eyes gave away her excitement, barely able to contain herself as Jacob reached the bed once more. As he crawled over her, the female released the air trapped within her lungs through her nose, melting up against him at the kiss. As his hands traveled down to her breasts, the twenty two year old released a pleased groan at the contact, her nipples growing in firmness at the sudden attention. Shuddering when the touch ebbed away, Maggie slowly lifted her arms, clasping her wrists together, and holding her hands together at the palms green eyes narrowly focusing on the man above her and what was about to ensue. The moment she felt the rope glide against her skin, the moan that released against the gag was much louder than the one that had previously released from the actual contact on her breasts, her hips bucking eagerly with anticipation. Even through her body's visible excitement, the brunette made sure that her wrists and arms were pressed together tightly, and she didn't yank from his grip. Her wiggles of excitement could luckily be passed as her playfully molding back into his favourite role for her the helpless victim, snatched away for his pleasure, with the way she squirmed underneath his figure. Although, her eyes would give her away instantly - it was absolutely impossible for Maggie to mask the lust that she was currently feeling, and the feel of the rope constricting around her limbs had kick-started a frenzy between her milky thighs. P-please ! she begged against the gag, hips bucking just enough to glide against him momentarily. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx CHARLOTTE ARCHER xxxxxxxx There was almost a sense, in the way Shane had told her he wouldn't be 'tormenting' her, that made Charlie feel as though she should've taken all of what he said as a compliment. Not only did he state that she was pretty in a sideways comment, but he also stated that she was capable of killing him. If those weren't two compliments wrapped up in a few sentence structures, she had no idea what fucking would be, and the slightly cocky grin that littered her face because it was more than noticeable. At least he was smart - opting for killing her, getting rid of the problem, than taking his chances. Charlotte definitely would've picked the same option, no matter what deal was put on the table. You couldn't watch your back twenty four-seven.. there'd be a time when defending herself wouldn't be possible. Cutting loose ends before they started to fray was always the smarter, safer choice. If the redhead was being perfectly honest with herself, the twenty four year old had never imagined that Shane would've taken her up on the offer. The way he paused for a moment after she stated her new bargaining chip had her almost worried internally, but remained her composure on the outside. Then, his teeth grazed his lower lip, and he seemed to be thinking her words over. Good.. good. As he began his response, Charlie's jaw squared, listening very carefully in case he had any further conditions to add to her offered deal. Besides his refusal to give her gun back, there wasn't much that seemed to be added or changed other than Shane's immediate reaction to take her 'maybe' as a solid 'we're gonna fuck'. But that only made Charlie's lips pull into a mischievous grin, especially when he threw in the words, I could use a good fuck or two . We make a good team, it appears. I think we could find more shit to take, just you and me. There will be others incompetent pricks out in the world that are ripe for the pickins. The gun was lowered, and Charlie could officially relax. Letting a breath out as the man reached down to retrieve the tossed gun, her shoulders came to a more relaxed position, and her eyes swept the area, knowing if he was going to kill her, he would've when he had his arm raised. There was no sense in watching over her shoulder right now it'd be a waste of energy. The ball was initially in Shane's court, and it didn't matter what she did at this point. For all she knew, he could still have plans to waste her - but that bridge would be crossed when Charlie reached it. With the weapons bag slung over Shane's shoulder, Charlie shifted to grab the other duffel bag stuffed to the brim with other supplies, pulling it over her own. I hope you realize, she began as another bag was picked up, falling into step beside Shane was they headed up towards the vehicles. That I'm not about to play nice if you don't at least give me my pike. Glancing towards the bag he had slung over his shoulder, Charlie arched a brow. Keep the gun, but let me have something. I'm no good to you defenseless. Charlie hoped that her little arguement would be enough to convince him to hand the climbing axe over without much of a fuss, admittedly feeling rather naked without at least something on her body that would work as a weapon. It wasn't an argument that she was one hundred percent prepared on fighting, however Charlie wasn't completely useless, but it just meant that he'd have to take out any straggling walkers that came too close within their brief travels. Upon reaching the assorted vehicles strewn through the man-made parking grove within the woods, Charlie dropped the bags near one of the cars that looked in better condition. Luckily, siphoning had been something that these assholes had also thought about, granting the redhead a hose and a few canisters after a few moments of searching. There's a few cans of gas already in here, she called out, retrieving the two small jugs after smelling them to confirm. Exiting the makeshift shed area the camp had set up, Charlie returned long enough to grab the siphoning tools, and went to work at seeing which cars were even worth trying to suck anything from. With the gas and supplies loaded up, there was little question in who would be driving the duo as Charlie climbed into the front seat and tore the panel to the wires loose. Rolling her window down to discard the panel, the woman quickly went to work at fastening the necessary wires together in order to jump-start the engine. Hearing it roar the life, the ex merc smirked, gripping the shift between the two seats to put it into gear. As the redhead drove, she considering making a side-ways comment about Shane putting his fingers to good use while she drove them towards the cabin she'd taken refuge in. A part of her wanted to, to put that thought inside his head, but the other portion knew for a fact that it'd been too long since anyone's hands had been between her legs but her own, and that kind of distraction would definitely cause a wreck. The trip took about ten minutes by car, a route that Charlie knew quite well. Parking the car behind the mini van that had been there since before the redhead had arrived to the location, it's battery long dead, the twenty four year old cut the engine and glanced around the area. Long stakes had been set up to detour people from approaching the cabin from certain ways, or to snag rotting corpses as they shambled towards light from the enclosed building the spaces between the stakes was strung with wire, thin enough that if you weren't looking carefully, you could easily slice yourself if run into. These hadn't been Charlie's fool-proof ideas of defenses, but they had been good enough for the little time she planned on being here. Up until recently, dealing with people hadn't been an issue - recent events would start to change her perspective when setting up traps and exterior perimeters. Luckily, everything was as she had left it there weren't even new bodies littering the surrounding stakes, which was a good sign. Most of the noise from the gunshots had probably drawn any attention from any zees in the surrounding area, which was good news for them. Exiting the car, Charlie was quick to grab her portion of the bags and haul them inside, leaving the door open for Shane. Tossing the bag of miscellaneous supplies on the floor of the cabin's kitchenette, Charlie ditched the remaining bag of food beside it. The first task she began to overcome was the lack of light within the boarded up, one-floor area, crossing to the living room area in order to get the fireplace started. As she bent down, shifting the half-burnt logs from the previous burn, Charlie couldn't help but feel the urge to cast a glance towards her newfound partner in crime. An urge she resisted, somehow, but as a result, found herself arching her back slightly in order to accent the curve of her ass within the ripped jeans that clung to it. Satisfied with the positioning of the logs, Charlie straightened and let her jacket slip off her shoulders, tossing the leather material to land on the nearby couch. Crumbling a few pieces of paper that had previously been ripped from one of the leftover books, the woman would then arrange them underneath the middle of the logs, using it to light the smaller logs to get the fire started. Well, the ex merc began, tossing a match into her arrangement. Grabbing a bottle off the fireplace's mantle, she turned on the heels of her combat boots to face Shane for the first time since she'd entered the cabin, arching a brow as the twenty two year old put it on display. Make yourself at home, Romeo. Twisting the lid to the bottle, Charlie tipped it to her lips, taking a few healthy mouthfuls of the dark whiskey before holding it out for Shane. Only, if he went to reach for it, he'd find her teasingly pulling the bottle closer to her own body, enticing him to come and get it from her. xxxxxxxxxxxxxx XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX