‘rough touch’
‘ shut up! ’ her hand quickly comes up to cover the mans mouth, her head whipping round as her pulse begins to increase, a lump starting to form in the middle of her throat. she could hear saviors roaming the halls outside her room, and all it would take was one knock and the door to open for josiah and johanna to be exposed. the position they were sitting in wouldn’t be the easiest to explain, or the quickest to get out of. she sits on his lap, legs on either side of him with three buttons from her shirt undone, exposing the black lacy bra that’s hidden underneath. her hairs a mess from his hands getting tangled up in it, and her free hand had slipped up underneath his chest, the palm of her hand flatly pressed out against his bare flesh, able to feel the beating of his heart. the last thing she wanted was for them to be caught, for her daughter, a savior, or worse — negan to interrupt the pair and find them like this. that’s the last thing either of them needed.
╰ & : SEND ‘ROUGH TOUCH’. / ACCEPTING.
