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YOU AND RICK have been fuck buddies for as long as you could remember. Ever since your survivor group stumbled across a peaceful town named Alexandra things between the two of you kept progressing. Though the others started suspecting something more between the two of you, that didn't stop you from sneaking out to have some alone time with the one and only Rick Grimes.
From day one it hasn't been easy to get alone time, with him being the leader of a small group they relied on him for answers. When they called for him he was quick to respond to whatever situation it may have been. Usually, it would be in the middle of a steamy make out session, he would hurry back to the group without a word, leaving you longing and wanting more.
Sure, at times it would become sexually frustrating, him getting you all hot and bothered before ditching you in the middle. Though there was no question that you were play buddies and nothing more. You both agreed at the start not to have any personal feelings come in the way of work. So for the most part you stayed clear of him unless something urgent came up.
Shortly after the town was overrun by walkers, the clean up commenced. Picking up pieces of what used to be a flourishing town, now reduced to rubble. Bodies burned in the streets making an everlasting oder linger in the tainted air. Though with enough hard work, it started paying off, the gaping holes in the walls were patched and the remaining civilians pitched in and pulled their weight.
Only after a few short weeks was this town able to feel safe again. With Rick now in charge, Alexandra was under a new leadership role which made your funneling sex lives run dry. Every time you tried to talk with him it was always the same, he blew you off with a promise that he would make it up to you. Kissing your soft lips before turning a blind eye to your growing problem.
You were touched starved, and having to beg just for a small peck on the lips made you crave it more. The more he ignored your pleas the more you wanted it. To feel his sun kissed skin on top of you as he mercilessly gave you what you wanted. You longed for the intoxicating feeling of his lips on yours, the feeling that drove you over the edge.
The good old day were behind you, now leaving you stuck with these unholy feelings that you couldn't shake. This thirst that couldn't be quenched no matter how much you needed it to be. So you shoved these shameful feelings deep down inside of you and went about your normal run of the mill day. You stopped by the mayor's old residence, seeing as they had shelves stacked to the brim with books.
You concluded this was the only way to get your mind fixated on something other than sex. Reading would ease the tension and give your mind a break from the dirty intrusive thoughts. For the last couple of days, you've been avoiding Rick at every turn. Not wanting to bother him anymore with your troubles, since it seemed he had his hands full with other, more important matters.
That was why you were taken back when you to see him snooping around the former mayor's office. His baby blue eyes fell on you the moment you entered the room. Such cold eyes, the way they stared down at you as he ruthlessly thrust himself into you. A shiver zapped its way down your spine, resting between your thighs. Just the thought of him towering above you made lustful feelings arise.
"Mornin'." He said casually, greeting you before going right back to digging in the former mayor's desk. It was clear that he had been searching for something with all the drawers emptied on the floor, picked through like garbage. You discretely close the doors behind you, so as not to arouse any suspicions of what exactly you were planning.
"Hey, whatcha looking for?" You ask curiously, wondering what could be so important that he would destroy the whole room looking for it. You strolled over to the desk and leaned over, seeing his breathtakingly gorgeous eyes peaking up at you. His hand reached into the drawer once more before retrieving a small object.
The thing he had been itching to get his hands on was none other than a video camera. The same one that was used to film our documentaries when we first arrived at this place. "Planning on filming a movie?" You ask with a small chuckle. "Possibly." He answered, standing from his former position on the floor. Your eyes trailed down his body to the loose belt that was strapped around his slender waist.
God, how badly you wanted to pounce on him like a rabid animal and have your way with his body. The lustful thinking overclouded your judgment as your needy eyes met with his. You wanted him, no questions about it. Oh how long you've been waiting for a moment like this one? You could hardly contain your excitement.
Rick cleared his throat before breaking your intense gaze. "Did you need something?" He inquired, his baby blue orbs taking a long look at your plump lips. Lips that were just begging for a kiss. You took a step closer to him, closing the space between your bodies to the point you could feel his hot breath brushing against your lips.
"Well, I came here looking for a book, but found something much better." You answered with a grin. Without a second more of waiting, he roughly slammed his lips into yours. At that moment you could tell he was longing for this moment just as much as you were. With all the stress he's been under lately, it must have been hard to resist the urge.
The kiss was sloppy, you flung your arms helplessly around his neck, taking in all he had to offer. Your tongues danced elegantly around one another as the kiss intensified. Without warning he backed you up, slamming your back into a bookshelf. You winced as your back made contact with the edge, breaking the heated make out session.
"You have no idea— how much I missed this." You said in between heavy gasps for air. His stone cold blue eyes gazed into yours. You loved the way he looked at you like he was going to kiss you or devour you, and to be honest you were fine with either. In no time at all his lips pressed firmly against yours.
This time was different, his fingers traced the hem of your shirt before lifting the fabric over top of your head and tossing it off to the side. His hands forcefully gripped your waist, making butterflies explode in your stomach. He backed off you to remove his own shirt when it happened.
Bang bang bang! A loud pounding knock came from the entrance. The obnoxiously loud noise startled both of you. You hurried to locate your shirt amongst the messy floor. "Hold on just a sec!" Rick shouted giving you a 'hurry up' glance as he approached the door. You fumbled to get your shirt on before browsing the bookshelves as if you weren't just about to get your brains fucked out just a moment ago.
"May I help you?" Rick asked in a calm voice. Him and the person outside the door chatted for about five minutes before he wrapped up the conversation. As the door shut there was a unison sigh of relief that swept over the room. You were still longing for his touch and it was obvious from the expression on his face that he was touch starved as well.
"We can continue this back at my place if you'd like," Rick asked as though it was a question with the only logical answer being yes. He walked over to the desk through the messy floor and picked up the videotape. He flipped it open and the screen projected you in its frame.
"Still don't know what you're going to do with that old thing, huh?" You asked, approaching where he stood with the lens focusing on your every move. "Nah, it still has some film left though it would be wrong just to waste it." Bingo, just then a brilliant idea popped into your head. You took the filming device and shut the recorder off to not waste any more film. "I have an idea."