Eventually... TWD!Shane x Reader
Summary: Your family has worked on the Greene Farm for generations. When the outbreak happened they gladly took you in. Eventually, a group of survivors from Atlanta find there way to the farm after a terrible accident. You try to keep to yourself but you can't seem to keep a man named Shane away.
Word Count: 6k
Warnings: 18+ (smut) kinda. There's a lot of tension and maybe a little fluff.
The summer sun beat down on you like a ton of bricks as you watched the group from Atlanta get settled. You felt your hair stick to your forehead with the sweat that poured off of you. It had been a long day already and the threat of newcomers made your skin itch. Usually, there wouldn’t be a problem, but seeing Otis and Shane leave together and watching as Shane returned alone you couldn’t help but wonder who these people were. They had kids and women, you tried to reassure yourself, but it didn’t set your mind at ease.
From your far corner, you caught Shane’s eye. He wanted to know more about the woman who seemed to observe everyone else. As the days went on you seemed to get further and further away, always looking over everyone no matter the distance. Eventually, the entire group became aware of your existence. The women would watch as you lifted bales of hay, some impressed with your strength and others jealous of all the attention you rendered. Either way, you didn’t seem to mind. Instead, you did what you needed to and seemingly vanished once you were finished. It got to the point where the people within the new group started to wonder if you were a hallucination. A trick of the light that they all seemed to view, but when they asked the Greene’s they all confirmed your existence.
Your family and the Greene family had been working together for generations. When the world fell apart and the infected took over Hershel welcomed you with open arms. At first, you thought it was going to be hard, but after a week or two, you realized that almost nothing had changed on this farm. Everyone went about their business and there was an occasional walker on the grounds, but Hershel always insisted that either he or Otis deal with it. Eventually, you got into a rhythm, you’d move the hay, tend to the garden and then watch. You’d watch the leaves rustle on trees and the bunnies hopping along the grass. You’d watch the world until there was nothing else to see and that’s when you’d finally make your way inside. When the sun had set and the summer heat had drifted away into the night. Once the group from Atlanta arrived, that all changed.
The newcomers had gotten comfortable now. Shane and Rick had begun teaching them how to shoot and in the process soaking up most of your attention. You watched, from a distance, as the women aimed their guns and missed a bottle a little more than six feet away from them. It reminded you of your childhood, your father bringing you to the shooting range to show you how to protect yourself. You hated those memories.
The morning passed by like a breeze and by the time it was noon there was nothing to distract you from the burning sun on your back. You were in the garden now, on all fours plucking carrots from the soft soil that now stained your overalls, and placing them in a basket. The sun was becoming unbearable and without a thought you pulled down the straps of your overalls to take off your shirt, exposing a sports bra to any onlookers. Looking around you noticed Shane in the distance, his brows furrowed against the sun. He put up his hand as if to say hello, but you didn’t return the gesture.
Shane couldn’t help but laugh to himself as you turned back toward the dirt. He liked that you kept to yourself, but he couldn’t help that he was interested. He found you very attractive and often stopped what he was doing just to watch you walk from one side of the farm to the other. Today he decided the two of you were going to speak. He didn’t know what he was going to say or how you would react, but when he had decided something there was no changing his mind.
Looking back up you watched as Shane made his way over to you. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his cocky demeanor. You decided to try and continue your task in hopes that he would take the hint and turn around, but you knew that wouldn’t happen. You listened as his heavy boots hit the floor on their way to you. Finally, his shadow was cast over you, waiting for you to turn toward its owner.
“I know we’ve been here for a while but I don’t think I’ve introduced myself. My name is Shane.” He started still waiting for you to look over at him. You decided not to be too rude and turned your head. His large body covered the sun but you still had to squint to take in his features.
“I know,” you replied bluntly. He let out a small laugh before bending down to your current height.
“You ain’t much of a talker are you?” He asked with a little smirk.
You felt something within you shiver at his tone but promptly ignored it as you replied, “I’m busy, Shane,” putting a harsh tone to his name. You watched as he stood slowly, carelessly looking up at him through your lashes.
“Talk to you soon, pretty lady,” he hummed before turning and walking away. You hated the nickname he had given you. You wanted to throw a pile of soil at him but instead tasted a bit in your mouth. You spit out the taste before going back to work.
Days passed with Shane’s eyes on your back. You suddenly became hyper-aware of him. Every glance he made in your direction was tracked by your peripheral vision and so were the smirks. He thought he was so funny and you hated every second of it. You tried to go about your days but you couldn’t get the brooding man off of your mind. Though he was extremely annoying you had to admit he was attractive. He was fit, which you had seen first hand when he got too hot for his shirt. His nose was strong and his brow reminded you of the Spartans that you used to learn about in school. You couldn’t help but watch him when he was around and eventually his shooting lessons became something you looked forward to seeing.
Shane knew you were keeping an eye on him. He couldn’t quite place the reason but he didn’t mind. He wanted a distraction, something to get his mind off of the way of this world, but you had become something more. You were playing hard to get and there was nothing he loved more. On this particular day, the sun was relentless. You were in your sports bra again with your overalls hanging on your waist. Though he was supposed to be training the group with Rick he couldn’t help but stare.
“You talk to her?” Rick questioned, leaving the group to their aiming practice.
Shane let a smirk appear on his lips. He knew he hadn’t spoken to you but it didn’t matter. He had caught you staring and that was all he needed for now. “Nah, she’s a hard one.” He said, causing both him and Rick to snicker.
“She knows how to shoot?” Rick asked, almost genuinely curious.
Shane shrugged, unable to take his eyes off of you as you took a long drag out of a flask. He watched the water dribble down your chin and vanish into your already damp body.
As you drank your water you listened to the echo of gunshots beside you. Taking a break from the garden you heard someone call your name. Looking over to the makeshift shooting range and using your hand to block out the sun you quickly recognized Shane and Rick both waving at you. Lazily you lifted your arm and held it for a moment as a hello.
“Come get some practice,” Shane shouted over at you as Rick motioned for the same. You rolled your eyes before beginning your short walk toward the pair.
Wiping your knees free of soil you finally were close enough to speak. “What makes you think I need practice?” you questioned.
“I never saw you shoot before,” Shane replied, bringing up a valid point.
You looked over at Rick who seemed to agree with his friend. Looking past them you watched Lori and Andrea shoot their weapons. If that was what Shane was expecting out of you, you were somewhat insulted. You thought back to your father who would scream if you missed a single target and though you never wanted to shoot a gun again, the two men were right you did need practice. Especially with the dead roaming around.
“Andrea, come ‘ere,” Shane called out. You watched as the blonde woman made her way over to the three of you with a flirtatious grin directed toward Shane. “Give her your gun,” he practically demanded.
Andrea’s face dropped at the request. “What? I just got started,” she whined. Shane shot her a look that required no questions. Reluctantly she handed you the weapon.
The taste of iron filled your mouth as your nerves took over. You grabbed the gun with shaky hands. Hoping nobody would notice you made your way over to the range. Spitting on the ground beside you, you analyzed the distance. Lori continued her shots close by but each bottle remained intact. As you raised the weapon your hands became still. Steadying yourself on the ground you squeezed the trigger, letting loose a quick bullet accompanied by the sound of breaking glass. That was all you needed, reassurance that you still knew what you were doing. After that, you freed five more bullets all with merely a second between them. Pieces of broken glass flew in the air as each bottle shattered. You couldn’t help the smug expression on your face as you looked back over at Shane.
“Thanks, I needed that,” you laughed while pushing the empty weapon into his chest, forcing him to grab it from you. Rick couldn’t help but laugh at the fool you had made of his friend. As you walk away Shane can’t help but analyze your figure. He watches your hips sway before finally letting his eyes graze down to your butt. He smirks before Rick nudges him as if they were teenagers.
You were laughing to yourself about the whole situation for the rest of the day. You loved how easy it was to put Shane in his place. Though he was a total ass hole you couldn’t help but get excited around him. He made your heart skip a beat and you hated yourself for it. The end of the world should’ve been a sign to stop messing with the kind of douchebags from high school, but your mind was telling you something your body didn’t have any intention of reciprocating. You decided to head in early that night. Hershel was always telling you to take a break, and there was no better time than the present.
As you made your way through the house and into your small room you felt a tenseness in your shoulder that crept up your neck. You tried to message it out yourself but by the time you got to your room, it had gotten worse. You looked at your room, the smallest in the house by far. Your twin-sized bed fit perfectly between the narrow walls and the only other pieces of furniture you had being a small writing table, an old wooden chair, and a small dresser. You slipped into some pajamas you had made sure to pack when you first arrived. You wanted to lay down, go to sleep and let your dreams take you far from reality, but your body wouldn’t permit it. You sat up again trying to message yourself but it was no use.
Just as you were ready to give up there was a knock at the door. There was no one you were expecting but the thought of an emergency sent you quickly to the sound. Opening the door you were met by an almost intimidating frame.
“Hey,” Shane said plainly.
You looked him over, wondering if you had fallen asleep and already begun dreaming. “What are you doing here?” You questioned.
It took him a moment to answer, but you didn’t mind. You enjoyed the vision in front of you, Shane in a gray tank top and his usual cargo pants. “I just wanted to tell you that I was impressed today,” he smirked.
You rolled your eyes. He was so good at reminding you how much of a dick he could be. “Is that all?” You shot back, beginning to shut your door.
“No.” His expression remained the same as he lightly grasped the door’s edge. “I figured you might be worn out, so I brought ya somethin’.” In a swift motion, he put his hand in one of his pant pockets, pulling out a Hershey’s chocolate bar, something you had forgotten about until that very moment.
You looked at him then back at the candy bar. You had questions, how did he get it, when did he find it, and how long had it been in his pocket, but none of that really mattered. You snatched the chocolate from his hands unable to contain your child-like laughter. “I love Hershey’s,” you shouted, immediately shushing yourself.
“Maggie told me, I figured it might soften you up.” He replied. His lips were tilting downward but there was no mistaking his smile.
“Oh, so this is bribery,” you teased, letting your guard down for a moment. Shane let out a deep laugh that made your cheeks warm.
“Nah, nothin’ like that. I would appreciate a piece though.” He said looking down at the candy, his eyes filled with an unfamiliar innocence as he looked back up at you.
You tensed, understanding his attempt at entry almost immediately. Again your mind screamed no, but you were already opening the door wider for him to fit around you and into your space. He took a seat on the chair and watched as you made your way to your bed, a small hiss escaping your lips as you sat down.
“You alright?” He asked softly.
“Yeah it’s nothin’,” you replied, letting your left arm meet your right shoulder. “Musta’ pulled somethin’.”
Shane nodded but his expression didn’t change. He stood quiet, looking on while you peeled the wrapper off of the chocolate bar. You both felt the saliva well up in your mouths. You wanted to spit it out before taking a bite but you had to swallow the urge. As if you hadn’t been starving you separated a rectangle and bit off one of the squares. You sink into the taste forgetting how good it was. The smile that crept onto your lips was almost automatic. You opened your eyes to Shane staring at the now melting candy. Quickly you broke off another rectangle and reached out to pass it toward him. Your shoulder tightened sending a sharp pain up your neck. You couldn’t help the audible yelp that came from you accompanied by a string of curses.
“That ain’t very lady-like,” Shane teased, licking his fingers free of melted chocolate.
“I ain’t got time to be lady-like,” you replied, still rubbing your shoulder. The look on Shane’s face changed from mockery to concern as you hit a soft spot and clearly felt the pain.
“What’d you do, try and lift a horse?” Shane tried to seem silly but he felt bad.
“I dunno’. I’ve tried to get it out myself but it just makes it worse.” You took your hand off of the muscle and rotated your shoulder slightly.
“I can help if you want,” Shane suggested. There was no hint of humor, he wanted to help and you wanted to gladly accept but there was something holding you back. Why was he being so nice all of the sudden? You felt your mind get to work at the posing of such a sudden question. You thought back through the years and a realization hit you. Was he trying to make a move? Shane never did anything out of the goodness in his heart, he always had a hidden agenda and you already knew that. You wanted to laugh and tell him to get out, but then you imagined how hurt he would be if it was a genuine offer. You took a moment to analyze his expression before making your decision.
“Okay.” You hated how breathless you knew you sounded. Shane stood from the chair and motioned for you to take his place as he now stood behind it. You reluctantly made your way over to him, sitting down slowly. Without a word you pulled down the straps of your sports bra and held the remainder tightly to your chest.
Shane’s hands are rough and calloused but somehow warm and comforting. He lightly squeezed your shoulders, getting out every ache you once had. You felt him tilt your head to the side exposing more of your neck as he rubbed his knuckles against your skin. “Is that okay?” He whispered, and all you could do was nod. You let out a couple of sighs as he continued on and when he released a knot you looked up at him like he had just saved your life. “I told you I’m good.” He smiled. You allowed your shoulders to relax.
“I guess you are.” You hadn’t broken eye contact. He was practically towering over you, but his eyes were soft and his hands gentle. You watched as his eyes met your own then slowly made their way down to your lips. He got the slightest bit closer and your heart almost stopped beating. “Keep going,” you interrupted, tapping your own shoulder where his hands had rested.
Soon he was finished and you were able to get a full range of motion out of both shoulders. “Thank you,” you smiled, patting his hand lightly.
“Anytime,” he smirked. You allowed your eyes to roll, but your lips gave away that you weren’t actually annoyed. “Get some rest and you should be all set tomorrow,” he suggested kindly. You nodded and watched as he made his way to your door.
“Goodnight,” You were finally able to form your words.
“Goodnight,” he repeated his lips tilting downward in his odd smile.
That night you dreamt of something that left a smile on your face. You had an imprint of memory but the pieces didn’t seem to fit together. You began to wonder if Shane coming to your room was a part of that memory but the lack of pain in your neck proved you wrong. As you began the day you couldn’t get the memory of Shane’s hands out of your head. You could still feel where he touched you and all though it was sore it was a perfect mix of pleasure and pain.
As you dug in the garden you watched Shane from a far teaching Lori and Carl how to shoot. You couldn’t ignore how amazing he was with the young boy. He had those moments. The ones that made you second guess any bad thing you ever thought about him. When he smiled or threw his head back when he laughed, it made you happy just to see the real him. You looked back down at the plants in front of you, inspecting the cabbage for any bad leaves. When you looked back up Carl was running toward the tents the Atlanta survivors had set up when they first arrived. You stood, half expecting Lori to leave too, but she didn’t move. You watched as Shane approached her, taking note of his all too familiar smirk. They were getting closer and a part of you thought they were going to embrace before you remembered Rick.
You felt your own face contort as you put the pieces together. Lori gently stroked Shane’s arm before giving his hand an affectionate squeeze. Has this been in front of you the entire time? Had you purposely overlooked it? They stared at each other for a moment before Lori finally left allowing Shane to finally see you. He waved you over but you stood still, frozen with a feeling you couldn’t quite place. You furrowed your brows. Throwing your gardening trowel furiously into the ground before storming off.
You felt like an idiot. You cursed at yourself for letting him lay even a finger on you. You entered the house with the slamming of doors. You were angry and you didn’t care who knew.
You found yourself in the kitchen searching for some sort of distraction. You could feel Maggie watching you intently, but you didn’t dare lookup. “Are you okay,” she questioned, her accent thicker than anyone else's. You nodded plainly, grabbing an apple and leaving through the back door.
You made your way to a willow tree, hiding within its branches. You didn’t want him to have an effect on you, you didn’t want to be mad, but that’s what he did to you. You felt a sting in your nose as tears threatened to meet your eyes, but you fought them back. You hated him and suddenly he was peaking through the loose branches.
“What’s wrong?” He questioned. You could sense the genuine curiosity in his voice and it made you angrier.
“I’m fine,” you shouted.
He was confused and you almost thought he was hurt. “Did I do somethin’ wrong?” He asked.
“I saw you with Lori, I’m not stupid and neither is Rick,” you practically spit back at him. He froze, completely unexpecting your words. You watched his eyes shift between you and his own mind. A part of you felt bad for being so blunt but you couldn’t let yourself stand down.
“It’s not goin’ on anymore,” he mumbled.
“I don’t care, Shane, just leave me alone.” You could feel the tears stinging in your eyes but you refused to let them fall. You stared at him painfully, hoping he would leave.
“Don’t be like this.” He took a step closer.
You couldn’t stand it anymore. “Get the fuck away from me,” You screamed. He looked at you, a blank expression on his face. You watched as he nodded his head slightly and disappeared back the way he came.
The days were short after that. With nothing to look forward to you found yourself sinking into the motions. Tending to the land and animals hoping the other survivors would leave soon. But you knew they wouldn’t. Hershel had taken a liking to Rick and with that, the entire group was safe to stay, including Shane. You hated seeing him around. The way his sad expression met your eyes made you want to run and hide all over again. You knew he wanted to speak with you, but you didn’t allow yourself to be welcoming in any way. This went on for days, the air thick with tension. Eventually, you stopped looking in his direction completely and any threat of conversation faded. Until today.
It was muggy outside and the clouds threatened rain. You decided to go on a run to try and clear your head. You had been on the farm since the beginning and the outside world was becoming a mystery to you. You packed a bag and a gun before asking around for any supplies that were needed around camp.
“You should go with someone,” Rick suggested.
You shook your head. “I’m good on my own.” You knew you weren’t convincing but it didn’t matter. You wanted to be alone.
“I know you are, but it’s safer when someone’s got your back.”
You appreciated his honesty, but couldn’t imagine yourself being able to hold it together in front of anyone else. Rick was a genuine man, and despite it all, you could tell he was only looking out for your best interest. You agreed finally, wondering who you would ask to go.
“What’re you two talkin’ about?” You heard Shane’s low voice from behind you. Every muscle tensed as he made his way around you, making direct eye contact.
“She’s goin’ on a run,” Rick replied an apology hidden deep in his tone. He knew about you and Shane. He didn’t know exactly why the two of you were arguing but he understood that his best friend could be less than a gentleman at times.
“I’ll go with you,” Shane said very matter-of-factly.
You tried to speak but your throat was so dry nothing came out.
“I’m sure someone else can go.” Rick tried to intervene, but the look Shane shot him let you both know he was going no matter what.
“Don’t be dumb.” He spits back, with no sense of humor in his voice. “I’ll get the car,” his tone had become more light-hearted but there was still a sinister air about him. You looked over at Rick, begging him to say something, but it was useless. Shane was already gone and despite your better judgment, you followed after him.
There was a light thud as you closed the car door. You threw your bag in the back seat and watched as Shane put the key in the ignition. You drove away from the farm and passed the main town. You wanted to ask where he was going but something deep inside kept you quiet. You watched as the car passed a sign for the next town over. Still, you stood silent listening to the rainfall around you. The weather had gotten significantly worse since you left the farm, but that didn’t stop Shane. Eventually, the car was pulled into a fancy restaurant which despite everything sent a glint of happiness into your eyes. You imagined what it would be like to eat Italian food again, the bread they gave you before every meal, the fried calamari, and warm spaghetti.
“Come on,” Shane grunted. You didn’t look over at him as you exited the car. You went to grab your bag from the back seat but quickly realized Shane had grabbed them both and was walking over to hand you yours. You grabbed the bag from his hands still not saying a word.
As you made your way inside you were surprised at how well kept the place was. The wooden tables, were only affected by dust, and the bar was almost completely intact. You watched Shane head straight for the kitchen and you followed behind him. You both filled your bags with sauces, canned foods, and anything else you could find that hadn’t already gone bad. The silence was deafening.
“How did you find this place?” you asked, unable to hold your curiosity back any longer.
“I didn’t, I just drove until I saw somethin’ new.” He replied, clearly happy to hear from you. It was a familiar feeling, the one he gave you. A warm one in the pit of your stomach, but you didn’t want it there. You went silent again.
Eventually, your bags were full and it was time to leave. You could tell Shane had something on his mind. Every time you would look at one another he had been staring. His doe eyes pierced right through you, but you fought back the urge to speak.
The cold rain stung your now warm skin as you made your way to the car. You waited on the passenger side for Shane to unlock the door but he didn't. You looked up at him through the rain and noticed he had already been looking over at you.
“I wanna talk to you,” he shouted over the storm.
“I don’t have anything to say to you,” you yelled back.
He stood dumbly, hoping for you to change your mind. You honestly had nothing to say. You caught him, it was as plain as that and though you had no real reason to be angry, you couldn’t stop yourself.
“Open the door,” You called out to him. Finally, he did as you asked, allowing you both to get into a warmer climate.
The drive back was quiet. You watched the same roads and signs pass but there was something different about your companion. He was gripping the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles had turned white. You missed the radio. If this wasn’t the apocalypse you would have turned the music up loud, pretending you hadn’t noticed his frustration. But in this moment there was no distraction and you both could feel the tension.
Just as you were getting used to the quiet you felt yourself jolt forward. Shane had hit the brakes, forcing your seatbelt to lock in order to keep you in place. You couldn’t help the grimace that appeared on your face, but he allowed you no time to speak.
“What is your problem?” He shouted. You felt yourself shrink as you were forced to realize how much larger than you he actually was.
“Honestly Shane, I just don’t like you.” There was anger in your voice but deep down you felt bad for saying it.
“That ain’t true and we both know it,” he replied hoping that you would take it back.
“No, it is. I shouldn’t have even let you come near me.” you heard yourself say. This whole experience was drifting you further and further away from yourself.
“Why? Tell me why and I’ll just stop talking about it.” He pleaded. He had simmered down now but you hated his sadness even more than his anger. It made you want to comfort him, but that was something you knew you couldn’t do right now.
“Because you’re an asshole. You fucked your best friend's wife then you acted all nice when we were together. I have to figure out which version of you I’m gonna get every time I speak to you and I’m sorry but I have much bigger fish to fry.” You let it all out, hoping that he would stay true to his word and stop talking after you spoke.
“Me and Lori aren’t doing nothin’ no more,” he tried to defend himself. You didn’t want to hear it.
“You said you would stop talking.”
“I lied.” He was yelling again but there wasn’t a sense of danger anymore. He was getting emotional and a part of you knew this was how he expressed himself. You watched as the veins in his neck flared out, his eyes never leaving yours.
“Oh wow, I would’ve never guessed. Shane Walsh, a liar?” The sarcasm was apparent in your tone. You were yelling too.
“I’m not a liar, I woulda told you before we did anything.” He thought he was saying the right thing, but your face proved him completely wrong. You were fuming and if it weren’t for the overwhelming disadvantage, you would’ve punched him in the face.
“Are you serious, what makes you even think that you had the slightest bit of a chance?” Your voice was starting to get higher pitched but you didn’t care. You wanted him to stop but your body was saying something different. Your cheeks were heating up and you knew if he asked you’d blame it on the cold.
“I’m not a complete moron.” He wasn’t as angry anymore. There was a slickness to his words. You were caught. “You want me. You can say it, I won’t be mad.” He was being a dick on purpose now.
Without a word you got out of the car, slamming the door behind you. There was a faint apology coming from inside but you didn’t care to hear it. You began to walk knowing that you wouldn’t make it far. Through the rain, you could hear another door close.
“What’re you doin’.” He called out to you.
“I’m walkin’ back,”
Shane asked you to stop but you wouldn’t. You knew you weren’t walking fast but it was still a shock when he caught up to you grabbing your wrists in a final attempt to keep you in place.
“Stop.” His voice was low and rasped slightly. You tried to push him away from you, but he just gripped you tighter. You stared at each other for a moment as the rain drenched your hair and clothes. He pulled you closer and you didn’t try to stop him. Looking back you realized you hadn’t made it far from the car.
“Can I kiss you?” He asked softly. You said no but something about you made him aware of your true desires. He let his eyes travel down to your lips for the second time since you’ve known him.
He asked again but this time you said no softer. Trying to convince yourself as well as him. He seemed to be having a conversation with your lips and you both knew it. You tried to pull your arm away one last time but he wouldn’t allow it. He took his chances and pulled you into a deep kiss. You let yourself sink into his warmth. You felt his hands go from your waist to your ass as he lifted you into the air. You wrapped your legs around him longing to be closer together. He walked you to the car as you pulled off his shirt, throwing it into the mud. You didn’t care about what excuse you’d make to the group, you only cared about this moment. You took in every inch of his stomach with your fingers, slowly making your way to his chest. There was friction between the two of you. You grinded against his crotch and felt him get harder beneath you. Soon your shirt was off too and so was your sports bra. Your nipples were hard with a mixture of the cold and stimulation.
“You knew I’d be good, didn’t you?” He teased. You wouldn’t allow yourself to comply.
You grabbed his head pulling it back to expose his full neck. You kissed his throat softly, careful not to leave any marks. “Shut up,” you mumbled into his skin. You heard a chuckle escape from his lips as you began to use your teeth. You wanted him so badly and there was no mistaking it now. You made your way back up to his lips with a hunger that shocked the both of you. He gladly reciprocated though, allowing you to take the lead.
You ended up in the back seat. You couldn’t remember who had led the way, but it didn’t matter. All you could feel was his skin against your. His flesh inside of you as your moans blocked out any other sound threatening to be heard. He came on your stomach, the warmth causing you to pulsate even more.
When you got back to the farm the rain had stopped. Both of your clothes were soaked and there weren’t many questions. The storm had provided a good cover and if anyone asked you’d blame your disheveled look on the weather. You made your way inside, cleaning yourself up with a lukewarm shower and a quick brush through your hair. Just as you were about to leave there was a soft knock at the door. You watched as Shane opened it just enough for him to fit inside, making sure no one would see you and him together.
“What’re you doin’?” You asked with a giggle.
“I just wanted to see you,” He replied almost sheepishly.
“We were just together.”
“I know.” He reached out for your hand, playing with your finger before finally holding it. You both smiled. This was good, you thought. You gave him a few pecks able to feel his grin beneath your lips. You wanted him again, but the thought of having to wait turned you on a little more. You slipped out of the bathroom before him and hoped no one would notice the strange overlap. You couldn’t stop smiling for the rest of the day.
Maybe Shane was good.