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XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx MAGGIE GREENE xxxxxxxx 'Sooner' was probably an understatement compared to how long the brunette woman could usually last under the tormenting actions of her lover. Normally, before he'd left with his enrollment into the Army, Maggie had been able to withstand her cool the endurance that she'd built up to Jake's assaults against her lower sex had always been an inner challenge to herself, to see how long she could withhold before her lover would literally force her over that edge. But there was barely a nerve in her body that could currently control itself it took nearly all her focus just to keep herself from belting out her moans of pleasure, half-keeping it in mind that they still had an entire house full of people to respect as well. Naturally, Maggie wouldn't be able to hold off every moan that pulsed from the back of her mouth, especially with Jacob fastened between her legs, but hopefully she'd at least be able to lessen the volume in which they'd echo into the bathroom with. The twenty two year old knew instantly, as soon as she felt that tingle begin to work up within her lower abdomen, what it meant and there was nothing she could do in her power to withhold it any longer than her body had already lasted. It'd been almost a year, since the last time Maggie had been able to pleasure herself to the thought of Jacob being there with her almost a year since the last time that Maggie's endorphin's had even been remotely released within her body. And then, out of seemingly no where, her sex drive was being thrown into overdrive once again, her body trembling with emotions that it hadn't felt in too many days. And, of course, her body's eagerness wouldn't hopefully go unnoticed - that Jake wouldn't see her cumming already as a bad sign, but one that echoed just how much her body needed to feel him again how much she had craved just to feel the warmth of him pressed against her, let alone inside her. Running her fingers through his hair, Maggie attempted to catch her breath between her soft gasps as Jake started to clean up the mess he'd coaxed to pulse from between her legs. Biting down on her lower lip, the brunette eased her head back against the tile behind her, releasing a softer groan into the hold against her lip as his tongue lapped against her, causing a soft flinch within the grip she held within his hair. As he shifted to stand, her eyelids slowly opened to capture his gaze, her teeth releasing her lower lip in an instant, wide smile. When the man before her pressed their foreheads together, her smile only grew, and she closed her eyes to mold herself into the moment, and engrave the safe feeling she got within his arms back into her brain. That was the quickest, Maggie responded with a bit of a sheepish grin, her cheeks flushing just a tad from slight embarrassment. But I'll have time to work my resistance back up to you. Grinning playfully, he gave Jake a wink, knowing wholeheartedly that she'd have more than enough time to do exactly what she said, now that he was back home. I cant wait to fuck you, baby. Until then, we should actually get clean. Hearing those words slip from Jacob's mouth had a fire blaring within Maggie's pupils as she looked up to him, her teeth sucking her lower lip back underneath its pressure to try and contain the moan his words had enticed out of her. Before the man had left to fight for their country, Maggie hadn't realized just how much she'd taken their showers together for granted. It wasn't until he was reaching for a wash cloth and her soap that the feeling of nostalgia that'd been digging at her from the inside started to ease away. The moment the washcloth was pressed against her body, Jake's caring hands coaxing the soap to glide everywhere the cloth touched, a very relaxed breath ebbed into the steamy bathroom. And, for a moment, the twenty two year old found herself lost in the gaze of her lover, while her body nearly collapsed into the soft motions of his cleaning. Naturally, the soft little tweaks his hands began to glide over her breasts had that twinkle of naughtiness lighting back within the woman's green orbs, leaning up momentarily to press a few soft pecks to her lover's lips, before withdrawing and allowing him to continue his cleaning routine. As he moved, her green orbs followed him, her body easing into every stroke of his hands movement, very attentive to angles that would make his job easier. The moment he was finished with washing her front, Maggie knew what was coming next, and when she felt his hands shift to help guide her into a turn, her body complied instantly, turning to lean herself against the wall, arching her back a little on purpose to give him more of a show. Damn. I dont know if its my mind but it looks like your ass got thicker. An almost knowing smile crept up on the woman's lips, one that she hid from Jake on purpose. Since he'd left, she'd started a small work out routine that was meant to tone and lift the muscles of her rear something she knew that Jacob wouldn't complain about upon his return home. The work out routine hadn't been thoroughly kept up, however, generally only finding the motivation to do the routine lately when she wasn't feeling down - but with Jake here? That depression was uplifted, automatically - and there were more reasons to stay fit now, other than just wanting to keep herself looking good for her other half. Feeling the smack on either cheek, Maggie's grin only widened, and a soft laugh echoed from the back of her throat, glad that he was already pleased with the progress the work out had given her. The thought of pleasing Jake was more than enough to please her him having a smile would keep one fastened on her own lips, no matter what. Allowing Jake wash her hair was more of a bonus for the woman than anything else sure, she knew that he absolutely loved to play with her hair, but she knew for a fact that she definitely had to get more plresure out of feeling her lover's fingers run through her hair in such a way. He nourished the shampoo and conditioner into her hair one by one, washing the cleansing substances out after another, taking as much time as the strands needed to fully become clean. Even as he rinsed the conditioner from her brunette hair, it was hard not to let her eyes roll back into her head just from the intoxicating sensation of his fingertips roaming against her scalp. It was almost enough to completely snap her out of reality, needing a moment to come back to her senses when Jacob's task was finished. Luckily, her antsy behavior to have the same opportunity over-flooded her soft daze, kick-starting her thorough task of returning the favor. As the shower came to an end, Maggie's growing excitement was more than clear. She'd taken some extra time to pay attention to every little nerve that she knew Jake had, her hands having spread most of the soap around his body rather than the wash clothe wanting to feel every inch of his body. It took everything in her power to dry herself off, and restrain herself from initiating everything right then and there, in the bathroom. Hanging the towel up, the brunette turned just in time to met with Jake's words, a ghost of a smile cracking at the corner of her lips at the thought of sneaking across the hallway, naked, to her room. They weren't even teenagers still, but the fleeting feeling of excitement that Jacob caused to pulse within her heart was a feeling she hadn't felt since they were younger - sneaking out to fool around in the barn, after specifically telling her Father she was going to 'bed, and didn't feel well.' The grin that overtook her lips was massive, and there wasn't a peep of protest that left the woman's lips as she waited for Jake to make sure the coast was clear, following close behind his movements. Come here. Maggie's heart fluttered as soon as she heard the lock on their door flick closed, and those two words came fluttering out of the lover of her life's mouth. Her legs barely had to move forward before Jake's arm was snaking around the small of her back, pulling her flush against his body. Tilting up into the kiss, Maggie instantly returned it, her tongue eagerly gliding against his own, moaning in response from the intensity. Lifting her hands, delicate palms began to trace up Jake's back, starting from his waist until her hands reached his shoulders, cupping over them in a tight embrace keeping herself as flush against him as humanly possible. Lifting up on her tippy toes, pressing harder into the kiss, the twenty two year old shifted her hands once again, gliding them to the front of his chest. Still on her tippy toes, she started to guide the duo, turning them so that Jake was between her and the bed, and began to ease their position closer towards it. The moment she felt the bed's resistance, stopping her from guiding Jacob any further back, her body shifted in a fluent motion, hoping he'd comply with her actions to sit on the edge of the mattress. The kiss remained this entire time only growing in passion before Maggie slowly broke from it. Cupping the left side of his face, Maggie's lips coaxed up to press to his forehead, giving him a loving kiss there. I missed you, so much.. she mused, her voice thick with want, and need, for the man before her. You're all I could think about, every day. Since you left. Slowly, the woman withdrew from him completely long enough to retrieve a bandana that had been resting on her dresser. Returning to him at the edge of the mattress, Maggie slowly crawled into his lap, taking the time to slowly rock her folds against his hard erection - teasing the both of them immensely. And now that you're here.. under me.. the woman breathed, her voice growing more and more aroused with every word that spilled out. I can't stop thinking about you taking me.. Can't stop thinking about about you filling me.. The bandana slipped along his chest, until her fingers started to guide the material along her breasts, hoping that the sight would further cause Jacob to ease into the same frenzied mode that Maggie was starting to slip into. Between them, however, as Maggie's intentions for the bandana became a little more clear having intended to let Jake use it as a restraint her free hand had slipped to grip against his manhood, unable to resist any longer from touching him. The moment her grip encircled his member, Maggie's teeth bit into her lower lip, stifling the loud groan that would've retreated otherwise. A deep breath escaped in its place as Maggie's hand began a rhythm, her lips coming to litter against his neck, near his ear. God, Jake.. You already have me trembling.. she whispered against his skin, almost a little sheepishly. He'd barely touched her since they'd entered the bedroom, and her sex was already flaring with heat breathing quickening from its regular pace. I missed how you felt in my palm, baby.. She cooed further, the tempo on her hand increasing. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx CHARLOTTE ARCHER xxxxxxxx There was a moment, even a brief one, where Charlotte had forgotten about her newfound partner out in the camp as she entered one of the tents, intent on focusing on the task at hand. The redhead was so used to going about things on her own, that the thought of there being someone else to watch her back around hadn't even struck her not until the sound of the heft bag dropped to the ground behind her at the tent entrance, and her body pivoted immediately at the sound, eyes coming to square off the the man she'd helped escape. Hazel eyes came to focus onto him in a bit of a glare, before they softened, and her attention shifted to glancing back around the tent's area, keeping her ears solidly open once he began to talk. Damn. You ain't ladylike. A scoff escaped at that statement - one that didn't sound defensive, or like she didn't agree - it was more so a confirming scoff, one that spoke 'why should I be?' in response. Ladylike was the last thing Charlie would've ever described for herself - before, or after, this whole outbreak. Crouching down to start rifling through one of the bags that had belonged to one of the members of the camp, the woman found herself rolling her eyes at another comment stated by the man behind her. You're joking, right? she asked, her voice stubborn and defiant. You think I'll kill a bunch of guys, but when it comes to some lowly bitch who helped them leech my shit, I'll just let her waltz the fuck outta here? Stopping in her search, Charlie sent a look over her shoulder towards Shane, one that almost looked like he had three heads. I don't give a fuck what's between your legs. You steal from me, there's consequences. Besides, returning her attention to the bag, Charlie shoved it aside, having no interest in the dirty clothes and personal mementos that were within it. You could do a lot better than that. His comment about 'having fun' with the last woman didn't even phase Charlie - not in the least. An eyelash wasn't even batted at the idea. She didn't know if he was being serious, or just trying to play a tough guy act, and the woman didn't care to find out. Clearing the sleeping quarters of the camp was the relatively easy part of the hunt - everything else within the camp was jumbled around, nothing really having a specific home to easily navigate everything from. Weapons, food, maps, first aid supplies, gas, oils, fire starers.. these people literally had just about everything at the tips of their fingers. Who knew how long they'd been scavenging, and ambushing people - probably since this whole thing had started. By the amount they had, it was easily guessed that they hadn't just pinched all of these items off of people, however the bigger items, like propane barbecues, and the like, had to have been looted from stores, or other nearby campsites. That didn't chance the fact that Charlie was absolutely stunned from just how much they had here. If it hadn't been for Shane giving her a helping hand throughout all of it, she probably wouldn't have been able to pile most of it together in order to see what was really worth taking. The entire time, the man that was with her attempted to keep idle conversation between them, a feat that Charlie wasn't one hundred percent in agreeance with. The woman responded, no matter how little her responses were, but the entire time she couldn't help but wonder what had happened to the man who'd been restrained in the cabin, cussing her out with every breath he had, spitting in her direction.. Where had that fire gone to? Charlie wasn't stupid.. she knew a fire like that couldn't be doused so easily. There had to be something still brewing within the pit of his stomach, and there was no telling what he was capable of. It was probably best if she cut ties with him as soon as she possibly could, before she had to start worrying about watching her back more than she already did. Hazel eyes watched him closely as he started to talk again, rummaging through a small cabinet that the campsite had in its main kitchen area where they'd piled everything to inspect. He forcefully pulled the drawer from the chamber, and dumped its contents there his abrasiveness was.. still very clearly in check. Yet he talked to her as though he held no ill-intention towards her.. Could he be trusted? Pursing her lips thoughtfully, Charlie dropped the few cases of ammunition she'd found stored in a tote, adding them to the pile between the two. Stopping for a moment, the woman narrowed her eyes, appearing as though she were glancing over their haul, rather than internally deciding on what name to give him - real or false. Nah, I don't have a name, the woman responded after a moment of debate, her statement obviously sarcastic. But you can call me Charlie. Not that it'd matter for long - names generally didn't last very long around her, to begin with. There was still one item that Charlie's hazel eyes had yet to fall over, however - and the more the duo looked and she didn't retrieve the familiar leather material, the more her actions became a little more antsy. The calm, cool and collected composure the woman had had was slightly slipping as her search became more frantic, losing focus on the man apparently named Shane as time passed. Almost ready to give up the search, the twenty four year old released a sigh of relief when her eyes came to focus on her jacket. Crossing the short distance to its hanging position, Charlie was quick to pull the leather jacket down from the tree's trunk it was fastened on, shoving either of her arms through its sleeves. A relieved sigh escaped the woman's lips, and for a moment, her eyes closed, and she pulled the jacket more protectively over the tank top she wore. And that's when she heard it a familiar click that sounded like a gunshot within the woman's conscious mind. Slowly, she shifted, turning to come to face the man who she'd been helping eyes instantly coming to rest on the barrel pointed in her direction. Exactly what she'd assumed that click had been.. Instantly, the woman's face twisted into a glare, and her eyebrows pulled together in slight frustration at letting something like this happen. Charlie had been so careful in the beginning - but one flash of her favourite jacket, and her entire defensive demeanor had washed away. Fuck.. Releasing her arms from their slightly crossed position, Charlie kept her left hand raised so he could see it clearly, and then began to slowly reach around to the back of her jeans to withdraw the gun he'd requested. Naturally, her movements were slow, calculated, letting him see that she wasn't about to try anything stupid, and that she was just complying with his request for the gun. As it was pulled from her jeans, safety still clicked in place, Charlie shifted the gun between them, showing him it before tossing it between them with a bit of a grimace. With her right hand now free, she kept that one raised as well, inhaling deeply as her eyes shifted from looking down the barrel pointed directly at her head, to focus on Shane's own gaze. Only, as he finished his threat, there was a bit of a jolt within the woman's eyes torture her until she begged him to stop? For a moment, there was no reaction beyond the glimmer within her hazel eyes. And then, a lop-sided grin broke out over the right side of the woman's mouth, shifting her weight from one leg to the other. Why do they always promise a good time, but never follow through? she asked, seemingly out loud to herself. Scoffing afterwards, she gave her head a small shake in his direction, eyes still focusing on his own. So, tell me. After you start this torture.. Did you have a plan worked out in case I didn't beg? A bit of a laugh escaped her lips now, tilting her head a little further up to glance towards the sky. Why did she always get the crazy ones, but never got to keep them? Every goddamn person she'd ever come across who seemed like they could handle themselves in this world always ended up being too dangerous to keep around. Charlie couldn't constantly sleep with one eye open. You don't know a single thing about me, honey. the woman mimicked his nickname for her, the smile on her own face just as cocky as Shane's. I've got a better offer. Pausing for a moment, hoping that the man's finger wouldn't squeeze the trigger, Charlie slowly started to lower her hands from their defensive position, letting them hang casually at her sides. He would shoot her if he so deemed - with or without her hands being held above her head. If Charlie was going to die, she'd at least like to die comfortably. You have no where to go if you were with someone, they would've taken them, too. Meaning you're by yourself. And how much shit you've been eyeing up in this camp, you've got jack shit to your name. Glancing around, spotting all the things that Charlie had already accumulated and sorted, back at her 'safe house' - an old family cottage that had belonged to her parents before all the shit hit the fan. So how about this instead You put that gun down, before you start making good on your promise, and start getting me going. I pretend you weren't egotistical enough to try something like this. We go back to mine.. crack open a bottle.. Trailing off, she arched a brow in his direction, coming to rest either of her hands on her hips. Maybe I'll even pretend I'm drunk enough to fuck someone like you. Despite her words, the tone that Charlie used for that last sentence held something dark within it a voice that was almost begging Shane to try and take her up on that offer. The fire in her eyes made it clear what her intentions were, but only someone with a fire equal to her own would be able to recognize the fiery look in her hazel orbs. xxxxxxxxxxxxxx XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX