Thread: Never Safe (randomname98766789 and Galaxie)

The soft flutter of Jack's lips against her skin made Beth sigh, a sound that was muffled by the cloth buried between her lips. She needed to feel the way he loved her, and she ached for her hands to be free so that she could run her delicate finger tips through Jack's always-soft dark hair. Her fingers, pulled above her head, twitched and clasped each other from their binding, and had her mouth not been gagged he would have understood the mumble of I love you she made as his lips formed suction against the delicate flesh of her neck. She was so, so glad that she'd given in and let him shown her his ways - sure it might be crazy to some, but what was this world if not crazy in general? All she could do was arch her body - her spine, her neck. Her head rolled from side to side on occasion, whenever one of his soft, precise touches or loving kisses found just the right spot on her flesh. The heat in her body was rushing south, bringing a warmth to her core and making her wetter with every teasing moment spent in anticipation. Through his jeans, she could see the way his cock was hardening. She hadn't thought of this, having been concerned with other details before he tossed her on the bed, but now all she wanted was everything that he could give her - and for her pants to just go. She got her wish after he'd kissed every inch of her body, and Jack moved slow and deliberately as he inched her jeans down her thighs and then shins. Her panties, a black and white polka dotted affair, followed suit and the lust in her eyes begged for his touch. Her legs were open, as open as she could get them with her ankles pulled together, and she bared her pussy to him, soft and glistening from her wetness. It begged for him, calling him in. When his tongue first touched her core, a sharp, uneven gasp filled her chest and each teasing touch of her folds sent a shock pulsing through her body, radiating from her hips and up her spine. Please, she begged of him. It's just a lot at once, Adrian said, silently melting in to Tara's tight, caring hold. She didn't expect to feel relieved by this, but she was - just the mere touch of this unknown woman who had offered her nothing but sweet words and well wishes since she had met her. Loss was expected in this world - she'd dealt with it, everyone dealt with it. Tara had been touched by it, too - Adrian didn't know it, but it hadn't been long since Tara had also lost all of her family over only a few short days. Adrian had been lucky until now, though - towards the beginning of the outbreak she had lost a couple people before getting too close to them, and she was sure her parents would have been lost in the early days, but a long time had passed since she'd dealt with the death of someone close to her. Thank you, though. Adrian's gaze was sincere, and when Tara released her she was reluctant to follow. The prolonged touch was over and she was forced to seperate if she wanted to come off like a relatively normal human being. She got to really meet the group after that. Arm in arm, Tara pointed vaguely towards Rick, Carl and a sweet little baby, who were off to the side. The Maggie girl seemed sweet as sugar. Everyone else seemed like they were interesting, too. Carol, the woman who'd caused the explosion at Terminus and Daryl, the one of the crossbow, stuck around each other on the outskirts of the group, and.. Abraham and Rosita? They seemed like they were good people, and wholly devoted to the cause of getting Eugene to Washington. Eugene himself was... a character. Adrian had realized that even back in the box car, but now he had his time to shine. He was smart, but surely socially awkward - and Adrian didn't miss the way he'd look at the women's tits. He didn't miss the telling glare she offered him when she caught his eyes burned on to her. Eventually, though, everything simmered down and Adrian found Tara guiding her back away from the crowd towards where they had been before. She couldn't resist falling to the ground right beside her, and her neck arched until the back of her head was resting against the rough trunk. They were shoulder to shoulder, bodies almost touching, and Adrian spared Tara a slight smile on thin lips. Her hands rested loosely on her lap, left cupping the right. I suppose I could do that. She still was recovering from the events of the day but with people around her, and Tara who hadn't even tried to leave her side, Adrian had a feeling that things would start to look up. Thank you. I think I said that already, but still. Tara was curves and compassion, eyes she could melt in to and her newest friend. Adrian's head tilted towards Tara and she bumped shoulders with the other woman like they were old friends. For... everything, really. That was probably the most vague statement Adrian had made in a long time, but she didn't have any words to properly explain how she appreciated Tara's new presence in her life.