Thread: the new beginning // randomname & sixlikesgoree

XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx MAGGIE GREENE xxxxxxxx As soon as their food was devoured, and Maggie had seen Jacob taking his moment to sneak away, she knew she couldn't resist joining him. When the kiss was initiated, the twenty two year old felt her heart pound within her chest, growing in speed as the seconds passed with their lips molded together. It'd been too long since she'd felt the warmth of her lover's lips against her own, let alone the embrace of his body against her own. It was enough to almost make her melt, and cloud her mind with any surrounding thought that could ever bounce into her train of thought. The only thing that had mustered her to break the kiss was the fear of her father coming up those stairs, and getting a full-view of his oldest daughter locking lips in a rather heated manner. Naturally, Hershel knew that his daughter was more than likely sexually active, but Maggie didn't want to rub any of that in anyone's face - blood rated, or otherwise. So when she'd parted in a bit of a startle, and then laughed it off, her every intention was to seek somewhere more private for them to continue their reunion. However, the moment she felt Jake's hands grip under either of her thighs, the farm girl instantly knew he had another idea spark within his mind, and she bit back the small happy giggle as he hoisted her into his arms, wrapping herself around him the moment he did. The love of her life seated her on the sink, and Maggie repositioned her posture so that she wouldn't fall, leaning back on her arms. Biting her lower lip as she watched him close the door, her green eyes gave him a fiery look that she hadn't been able to muster since their last video calls. As he mentioned he thought it'd be better to conserve water, the woman's lips spread into a deep grin, the twinkle it raised to her eyes a clear sign that she knew where his agenda actually lied on the reasoning behind the shower. These are desperate times.. she whispered back in a teasing tone, going along with his joke. Intently, the brunette's orbs remained focused on the male in front of her, watching as he adjusted the water's temperature before returning his attention to her. As his hands slid to grab the material of his shirt, and he started to withdraw it over his head, the spark of lust she'd felt at the top of the stairs began to churn once more within the pit of her stomach. It only grew deeper in emotion as he further stripped himself of his clothes, releasing a bit of a suspenseful sigh when there was a small hesitation in dropping his boxers from his hips, hungrily waiting. The moment his hands began to slide the waistband down, Maggie's lips parted in an audible moan, eyebrows pulling together as Jacob exposed himself of his last piece of clothing, causing her thighs to visibly quiver. Before her own hands could reach out and pull him to her, Jake was already stepping between the space of her legs, guiding her hands to his chest. As soon as Maggie felt his skin under her palms, she was kneading against him, nails itching to glide over his skin, to coat every inch of his torso with their graze. And then, in a sudden and abrupt motion, Jake's lips were seizing her own once more after telling her he loved him not even granting her a chance to repeat the response. A much louder moan echoed into the kiss, struggling to keep her focus between her hands and maintaining the kiss on her end. The sensations his lips, and the feel of his naked body between her legs, was enough to cause her eyes to nearly roll into the back of her head. Breathing was more of an issue than her focus, however, as the woman's chest heaved with the enticing vibrations being sent throughout her system. It left her in such a daze, she barely remembered helping Jake or, rather, trying to help as best as she could remove her clothes until she was just as naked as him. And, if she hadn't been worked up into a frenzy enough as it was, he filled the rest of the time they had to wait for the water to even out with spreading delicate, chill-inducing kisses along her neck and collarbone. His avoidance of grazing the sensitive areas of her neck and collarbone had her more worked up, however, and breathless whimpers were all the woman could muster in protest. There was a brief moment of slight consciousness between her haze of lust and want for her childhood sweetheart, where Maggie remembers getting into the shower with him close in tow but the moment the water hit her, and she was pressed against him, everything else faded to black. Bright orbs looked up to his own hazel ones, teeth biting the inside of her cheek as he explained that he hadn't been able to stop thinking about one thing in specific since he'd left for the Military. Jake could've been talking about a multitude of things - Maggie knew she had quite a few persistent thoughts sliding into her mind late at night, when she thought about her solider. The moment he said the word fantasize , Maggie's breath visibly released from her lungs, a soft groan easing into the shower's drawl around them. Oh Jake.. the woman sounded in a barely audible tone, biting her lower lip to try and contain herself as she looked up to her lover with anticipation. At the peck, Maggie returned it, granting him a soft smile afterwards. However, when he dropped, her eyebrows furrowed in slight confusion, and as her head tilted down to follow his stance, he shifted her against the wall, and his lips were pressed against her sex in a matter of seconds. Immediately, Maggie's back arched, keeping her shoulders firmly pressed to the cold tile of the shower wall, while her hips eased further into Jake's mouth her own body submitting before her mind could even comprehend what was going on. O-oh, God ! was all she could muster to get out between her rigid breathing, both hands shifting to grip within Jacob's hair for support. This definitely hadn't been what the twenty two year old was expecting, not right off the hop like this - but there was no room, or breath, to complain. Not when Jacob's tongue was teasing her folds so hungrily, before diving inside, causing the young woman to gasp and shudder against his pin. Whether it was due to the lack of intimacy Maggie had been feeling in her life in general for the past handful of months her sex drive being completely nonexistent, even in the thought of Jake in the privacy of her room or just the simple fact that she hadn't been able to look down, and see her soul mate fastened between her legs in so long, driving this sensations coursing throughout her body. But Maggie's entire mass was lit on fire with a bubbling tingle, even the tips of her fingers and toes danced with the feeling of utopia that she'd longed to feel once again. The brunette's mind was one hundred percent clouded with anything that didn't belong to the moment her body was currently enthralled in fingers clenching further within the strands of her other half, eagerly encouraging him with the slight sway of their rhythm hips rocked within the motion that Jacob had set, giving him just enough help to grant him all the access to her sweet sex that he required - making sure he still reigned in control of where his actions took him, knowing that this was his show. J-Jake.. Maggie's head shifted to rest back against the wall, her eyes clenching under the pleasure as she fought to muster the strength to speak once more. Y-you're going to make me- if you don't slow down, ugh.. A groan ebbed the rest of her warning, wanting him to know that if he kept up the way he was, he wouldn't have much time to enjoy his fantasy. Her fingers tightened, just enough to ease him from throwing her over the edge, allowing herself to slightly step down that ladder of climax, wanting to ride out this as long as her body would possibly allow. .. I love you, Jacob Frazier. Lowering her gaze once more, her teeth bit into her lower lip, stifling a louder moan from releasing, just in case. Mm, God.. I love you so much.. The woman's hands had returned to slightly shifting through the man's hair, her nails occasionally coming into light play when his tongue would cause a flinch to occur throughout her body. The rigid breathing only grew in appearance, and pants, her breasts heaving with each inhale and exhale that drew and withdrew. All the while, Maggie tried her hardest to keep her eyes focused on the man between her legs, bright green eyes always watching in case he glanced up her way, wanting to hold his eyes as he coaxed her juices to flow from her folds. There was nothing more desirable than looking in her partner's eyes as they engaged in intimate moments.. That fierce, protective, and haunting stare always caught Maggie up in her movements, no matter what she was doing. Situations like this, it only amplified the already pulsating heat throbbing between her legs, and within her chest. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx CHARLOTTE ARCHER xxxxxxxx If Charlotte was taking this situation as closely to what she'd learned in her life, she couldn't come up with a better comparison other than to think back at her earlier gigs with her Mercenary work - before the world officially hit rock bottom. This lowly gang of thugs were no different than any other militia group that had gotten too cocky for their own good, and had started to cross boundaries they couldn't even imagine. Charlie had taken out a few groups like this, well before she'd officially joined a proper Mercenary group. They were always sloppy, their egos getting in the way of most of their critical thinking - and by the time that switch had been triggered on, most of their band was either dead, or captured, waiting to be transported for questioning. These lot weren't any different than scum she'd dealt with in the past - only, now she was taking orders from a hotshot with a compensation problem. These fuckheads weren't going to be protected from any laws, or any other conduct other than the morality that Charlie currently had within her body.. And, given the circumstances, for these people? There wasn't a shred of empathy left. Who fucking knew how many people they'd gone through with the same tactics, looting their shit, and then taking care of them whenever they got bored of keeping the hostages around. Charlie wasn't about to let one of these pricks walk away, for the sake of 'humanity'. Humanity was already fucked up enough as it was - letting any of these idiots survive wouldn't be doing it any favors. It more so pissed the ex-Merc off, more than anything, having to deal with scum after she thought she was done cleaning up after people like this. Luckily, her anger made it a lot easier to execute the plan she'd devised with Shane using her focus to shoot off precise shots with the gun she'd gained. Despite the decent shots, guns were never Charlie's forte. She had a knack for being able to hit what she wanted, but the rush wasn't the same as getting into a fist fight with someone. And, considering most of her work consisted of either wanting the targets dead, or alive, barely an in between, it had definitely depended on the contract for when Charlie would be allowed to execute her full sense of training. Naturally, her size did cause her to eye up some obstacles that were too reckless, or impossible for her to overcome, but it never stopped her from at least attempting. Fuck Mark! Leave him. We have to get into cover! Instantly, a wide grin spread across Charlie's bruised lips, hearing that the assumption she'd made on sending them Shane's way was right. Now, hopefully she hadn't sent him more than he could chew.. as little as she cared about the guy's well being, per say, that didn't mean she was all that keen on having his blood also on her hands at the end of the day. Seconds passed, and already gunfire was lighting the area up around them again. For a moment, Charlie hesitated where she was, unsure if she should breach from the tree line she'd taken refuge in. If things got too hairy for Shane, he might need the help but if someone was left, and was trying to sulk around the outside, or maybe get the jump on him, then he'd also need a hand - and the element of surprise would be a better route to take. A third sanction of bullets fired, sounding the death of the last male in the group, giving Charlie a small sense of relief.. completely forgetting about the women who'd been more than involved in the heists as well. Pushing from her position, Charlie eased the gun into the back of the waistline of her jeans, casually making her way towards the side of the encampment she'd left Shane on. As the redhead approached the cabin, the begging and pleading sobs could clearly be heard, causing her eyebrows to slightly pinch together in confusion. They were really going to beg like that, after executing the shit they had been since the world had probably collapsed? Rounding the cabin, the three figures came into view, and the sneer that Charlie wore could've been felt. An expression that didn't last long, however, as the feel and sight of the second woman flashed before her. Charlie didn't have time to take notice as to why the second woman had started to run. The only thing that flared within the redhead's mind was, Oh no, you fucking don't! Pushing off the ground into an automatic sprint, Charlie pumped her arms on either side of her body, sending her as fast as she could gain in the matter of seconds she needed it. The woman ran towards their cooking area, crashing into a table that had been set up to dry dishes, nearly knocking the entirety of it over. Her shaky hands sought out a weapon, finding the first knife available on the spread that hadn't been knocked astray, and whipped around just in time to see Charlie charging. The knife was brought up in a hasty fashion, the woman clearly hoping to wedge the weapon between the two of them as Charlie advanced on her, but her fear and the insurgency of the situation caused her to falter greatly - lucky for Charlie, not so much for her. Reaching out, Charlie's right hand was already cocked into a fist as the twenty four year old gripped the base of the woman's neck with her left. The moment the woman within Charlie's grip realized that the knife hadn't worked, her eyelids clenched, just in time for the ex-Merc's fingerless gloved-hand to come slamming into her nose. The shock of the punch was all Charlotte needed to gain control of the knife, catching it before it dropped to the ground between them. Toying with the blade's handle, Charlie's grip at the base of her neck tightened, forcing the woman's attention to come to. I'd say, 'don't do this shit next time', she began, glancing from the tip of the blade within her hands to the woman's frightened, watery eyes. But there's not gonna be a next time. Upon hearing those words, the woman shrieked with grief, opening her mouth to protest more, perhaps bargin in anyway she could for her life - but Charlie silenced her rather quickly, plunging the blade as deep as she could embed it into the woman's temple. Releasing the handle, Charlotte shoved the motionless body, letting it collapse into the table, further throwing it off balance. Withdrawing a few steps, the woman gave herself a bit of a once over, brushing off as much dust, dirt, and god-only-knows-what-else off of her exposed arms and tank top. Glancing back towards the woman now laying at her feet, Charlie gave one last sneer before kicking her combat boot out, rolling the body onto its back. Crouching down, her hands started to filter through any pockets on the woman, looking for any little bit of information, or anything else of use to her. Coming up bare, despite a few rounds for a nine milometer, the redhead straightened and started to look around some more, eyes coating over every little piece of furniture, make-shift encampment area that she could see, hoping to find the lost items they'd stolen from her at just a simple glance. Nothing was ever that easy, though.. not anymore. Paying no mind to the only stranger left in the camp - a mistake, most likely - Charlie carried her search towards the obvious housing area they'd been using for sleep. Entering one of the tents, the woman scoured through everything she could, ignoring literally everything within the walls of the tent to continue onto the next, despite there being a few valuables worth taking within it. It was clear she was looking for something specific, and wasn't too concerned about anything else.. not even watching her back, just in case her hostage-partner started to have some other ideas. xxxxxxxxxxxxxx XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX