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Desires: Walking Dead	By : Starliteyes24 Category: S through Z > The Walking Dead Views: 1963 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Desires: Walking Dead
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Desires Pt II: Walking Dead
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He was burning like a wild flame; the heat outside was soaking up every last drop of his sweat. He was in the presence of this wonderful woman, so it can't be helping him either.
She was silent and so was he.
They walked side by side down the road, heading to an unknown place. "What do you need to talk about?"she asked and her voice had surprised Milton. They both stopped walking and stood in place, facing each other. Michonne wasn't a very tall woman, but that was perfectly fine with Milton.
When he looked in her direction, she didn't look pleased with the whole idea. He looked around and then met her coco eyes. "What you did to those walkers, that was remarkable, I mean, I was so surprised to see them react so submissive," Milton had suddenly changed the subject, but not completely. He was still trying to get something out of her. At his words, Michonne just glared like it had been wrong of him to be speaking of it.
"Why are you so curious about them, they're just walkers?" Michonne stated, crossing her arms against her chest. Milton swallowed a tiny amount of saliva left in his mouth and gave her a look. "I-I am sorry if you don't want to talk about it, I am curious, you are right about that," he let a nervous smile define his lips and he pushed his glasses up again, not with his finger, but by moving them up from the back. Milton didn't want to seem more like a geek he already was.
Michonne raised one brow and gave him a smile.
"Milton, tell me, are these walkers the only thing you're curious about or is there something more?" she added completely out of the blue, clearly making the man before her uncomfortable by the way he fidgetted. It was just a question.
Milton looked away momentarily then returned to her stare. "Of course, would you like to see them again?" Milton asked, hoping that she would forget about what she had just said, because he knew he wanted it out of his thoughts as soon as possible. He had better things to do than think about women. At that question, Michonne gave him a dirty look. "Did I say something I shouldn't have?" Milton kept her stare and the way she was looking at him made him feel vulnerable and almost defenseless. He backed up an inch or two.
"Where are they?" she was silent just before asking, her cruel stare fading away. Maybe it was wrong of Milton to tell her about them. The Governor didn't want anyone else to know about it, but if anyone was going to get in deep shit it was going to be him. His green eyes scanned the ground beneath their feet and he made sure the Governor was no where in sight before he led her.
"Follow me," he told her quietly and she followed close behind him.
When they made it up to a random building that looked abandoned, Michonne watched Milton pull a key from his breast pocket. "You have to be quiet about this okay?" he whispered to her, the both of them a little too close.
Michonne nodded her head once and kept it that way as he entered the key and turned his wrist. "This is where I reside, it's not much, but it keeps me alive, has for years now," he invited her in first; he was always a gentleman whenever he had the chance. Michonne took a good look around. Looked exactly like a house, a small sized house. There was a couch, a couple chairs, a coffee table cluttered with telescopes, and magnifying glasses and a kitchen right in the corner of it all.
It wasn't at all a messy place, but he did possess a lot of scientific objects and shelves full of books.
He was still busy trying to lock his door when she turned back around. "I see you like to read," Michonne said, staring at the back of his head, and turning to look at the shelves just as he looked her way. Milton gave a nervous chuckle and slipped his key back in to his pocket.
"Yes I do, I've read almost all of these books, some even a second time, but thats all I really can do around here," he informed her, standing beside her, causing her to take a look at him. Her brows met and she almost felt bad for the man. She had a strange feeling that maybe he was homosexual, but he was too sweet for that. He probably hadn't been with a woman in years.
"So, can I see them?" Michonne asked, making sure her tone was strong enough to snap him out of whatever trance he was in. He looked at her and nodded.
She followed him another time. He unlocked the door, let her inside and hid the key back in his breast pocket. "I use this key for everything," he informed her in case she was wondering and their gazes broke as soon as she entered the cool room, and saw them laying on a table, still moving like nothing has ever happened. They had both been decapitated, both on their own table, head and all. Michonne could only feel terrible as she looked down at them. She saw their eyes move rapidly. They were starving. Milton watched Michonne react to them and it made him think. "Did you know them?" he asked carefully, inching slightly close to where she stood.
They were hooked up to some kind of machine, wires stuck to their heads.
"What are you doing to them?" Michonne asked, her tone soft and quiet, as she slowly reached out her hand to touch one of them. Milton stopped her. "I wouldn't do that, the bacteria on their skin could be harmful," Michonne heard his words and turned to look over her shoulder at the man behind her.
"I want to know why they are like this," she wondered, grabbing on to the corners of the steel table to lean in and get a better look. Milton was still nervous for her health for being so close. "Well, I'm doing an experiment on them," he began, and that was all Michonne needed to hear.
She stepped away from them and took in a deep breath, cold from the air around her and slowly exhaled. The quiet man watched her, picking at the skin around his fingernails. He was waiting for her to say something. "I don't want to be in here," she told him and headed for the door. Milton quickly followed Michonne out the door, locked it, and followed her back in to his living quarters.
She was found seated in one of his love-seats, head resting against the back of the chair. The silence was deadly. "I hope that didn't frighten you at all," Milton finally broke the damn silence, stepping up behind Michonne, careful not to get too close. He was still much aware of what she had done to those two walkers.
He saw her shake her head and two hands grip the arms. "No, and I knew them, but thats a story I don't want to get in to right now," she acknowledged him honestly and she stood up to take another look around just for fun.
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Andrea couldn't find the Governor anywhere, but she sure found Merle. He was sitting at a bench up ahead, talking to Martinez again. It seemed like thats all he did was talk to him and walk around doing nothing. When Merle spotted the blond from up ahead, he jumped up and made his way toward her. Martinez could care less for the blond. "So, where's yer' girlfriend, blondie?" Merle teased with a smile, stretching out his arms. Andrea crossed her arms and looked up at the clouds that had quickly formed across the sky.
"Michonne is somewhere with Milton, it's none of my business, so don't ask me what's going on," she explained to him with a random smile that happened by accident. Merle cocked his head and snickered. "I always thought that boy was gay, maybe he's jus' in to them colored females, dontcha' think?" he smiled his crooked smile again and Andrea grinned. "Have you seen the Governor anywhere?" Andrea was now on a completely different subject from Merle, but lucky for her, Merle answered her right away.
"Prolly in his place doin' some work, so 'stead of botherin' the Governor, how's 'bout you take a walk with me, I'm pretty funny?" Merle wondered, using those charms of his. Andrea noticed how close he was and decided to just go with it. "Sure," and the two of them went up the road, talking about the old days.
Somehow, Michonne was stuck on Milton. Everything about him was interesting. He was quite smart, charming in strange ways, and very mature and looked at the world differently. They were both in the love seats, talking away about everything under the sun. Once they had gotten too personal with their questions, that's when they both froze up. Neither of them had any wants or needs to talk about their lives before the out-break.
Milton's thoughts were racing and he was getting nervous all over again. He now knew what this woman was all about; she's intelligent, beautiful and very quiet.
Even if he wanted to, Milton wouldn't know the first step to flirting. It was sad but true. Michonne began to calm down around him. She seemed more relaxed and free of any worries. After the silence came their way again, Milton stood up, and made his way in to the walk in kitchen.
"Would you like anything to drink?" he asked the exhausted woman, who was almost asleep in that chair. Michonne sat up suddenly though and gave him a smile over the top of the seat. "What do you have?" she asked right back, and swung her legs up and over the chair, giving Milton quite the show. He was nearly frozen in place at the sight of those legs of hers, but shook it off with the fridge half open.
"Well, all I have is bottled water and some wine, but I don't know how ol---Michonne quickly interrupted him. "How about some wine," she said in a teasing tone, that made his face heat up. She was close now, hell she was close. Michonne flicked her wrist, and used her other to slam the fridge door closed. "How about we skip the wine, Milton," she said softly, her tone mesmerising and seductive; Milton could feel his legs shake just by the sound of her voice. She made sure to bring her body extra close, and he backed up only to be stopped by the refridgerator. Milton couldn't speak, he didn't even know the correct words to say. The heat between them was now intense.
"There is something about you," Michonne said, her voice never ceasing to amaze him, her dark eyes following the outline of his body, up and down and then back again. He swallowed, and realized just how heavy things were getting. Milton's never been with a woman in his life. He had to tell her, but he couldn't ruin this moment. The only thing he's ever done with a woman was kiss.
Milton was smart enough to understand sex but he was a virgin. He was completely wrecked by his nerves. Michonne lips cracked a beautiful smile and she reached out to place a hand to his upper chest, playing with his collar. The contact was powerful and suddenly, he couldn't breathe correctly as their eyes met. "I-I think we should just talk," Milton heard himself stutter and his body burned. Michonne looked down at the left over space between them and batted her eyes.
He could tell she was enjoying this. She pulled at the bottom of his shirt, and suddenly strolled away, waiting for him to follow. What was he going to do, stay here against the fridge or follow the beautiful, yet very strange woman?
Merle stole a kiss from Andrea. It came totally out of the blue, but it was very sweet. His cracked lips were soft and felt amazing against hers. It's been a while since she's kissed a man. The contact was very much wanted. It happened in front of the whole town, but they didn't seem to care. Merle put one arm around her waist and pulled her close. Their lips never left each others. It seemed so right.
Andrea took Merle back to her room and closed the door, making sure it had locked. Merle stood before her, leaning against the door. "Ain't you 'fraid of me?" Merle cocked his head, crossed his arms and let a small smile find his lips. Andrea thought things over and shook her head. "I have no reason to be," she smiled right back at him, answering him just the way he hoped.
Merle snickered and invited the blond in to his arms. Michonne met his eyes again. He looked down and smiled for the second time. They were both sitting indian style on his floor, near the book shelves. "Can I kiss you?" Michonne asked, leaning forward, getting very close to his face, eyes never leaving each others. Milton's face turned pink and Michonne smiled, using one hand to brush his cheek. For a quiet, and supposedly violent woman, she was being sweet on Milton. He enjoyed her touch.
"I-I don't know, do you want to?" Milton acknowledged, feeling himself lean more in to her touch. Her palm was soft like cotton and her lovely scent, it was just so sweet and feminine.
The woman let out a charming giggle, showing off her pearly whites. "Do you want me to?" she teased pretty heavily and Milton's eyes went wide. She was quickly getting to him. Milton's turn to speak was right now, and he was failing to say a word. "I--" he was suddenly interrupted by a gentle peck. Her full lips overcame his, and they were soft and very wet. It happened so quickly he didn't know how to truly react.
His stomach turned in a good way, and that's when it happened. He couldn't get his mind off of her. He craved her, he had to be truthful with himself; she was all he ever wanted in a woman.
Her lips left his and he opened his eyes that he had no idea were closed until now. Michonne's lips tasted sweet and he wanted another taste. Their eyes gazed at each other and she smiled, putting one hand over his inner thigh. Damn, she could tell he had an erection. It wasn't right, it wasn't right for him as Milton to have one. He shouldn't even be thinking dirty, but he was. She was making his thoughts run wild.
"I'm sorry," Milton let out a little chuckle and attempted to stand up, covering himself, but Michonne took a hold of his hand and pulled him back down. Milton was under her control, and he was definitely fine with it.
"Don't worry, it doesn't bother me," Michonne reassured him, blinking her eyes with a shy expression. He admired her and loved that he had no issue with him, seeing how much of a geek he was, but he felt uncomfortable with this damn thing between his thighs. Their eyes met again and he sat down, careful when he crossed his legs. "You are a really cute white boy," she stated, getting close again to him, nose to nose, lips brushing against lips. Milton couldn't help but lean in too.
"Kiss me," she ordered softly, closing her eyes, patiently awaiting the kiss. Milton froze up and licked his dry lips until they were semi-smooth.
Michonne smiled when she inhaled his scent, leaning forward, pressing her nose deep against his neck. His pulse was pounding and his scent was wonderful. He smelled clean. No trace of dirt or sweat. "Mich-Michonne," he called out her name, raising his hands to touch her shoulders and push her away, but he didn't have the guts to do so, he just couldn't touch her.
He tilted his head slightly to give her room to maneuver and felt his skin tingle beneath her female touch. He closed his eyes on his own will this time to day-dream. His erection was still there and it was stronger than ever.
"M-Michonne," Milton called out again, knitting his eyebrows together, still caught under her control, using his hands to shield himself from her view. His hands though were making it worse. After she finished nuzzling his neck, she planted kisses along side his neck, and then his throat, feeling him swallow several times.
Eventually, Michonne was on her hands and knees, slobbering all over the neck of the Governor's right-hand man. He was tense as hell, but still allowed it to happen.
Things were getting too personal. Milton could feel his hands tremble and his skin tighten at the woman's careful wet kisses, while her fingers played with his inner thigh muscle. He was deeply tense and she could tell. "Do you really want me to stop?" she stopped with the kissing and looked up in to his eyes behind those glasses of his. He reopened his eyes, and met hers. He didn't want her to stop, but he had no idea how to please her. All he could do was just sit there and take what she gave him.
He shyly shook his head and she continued, this time, her fingers moved up an inch higher, teasing him to no end.
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Merle kissed her collar bone, using his one hand to massage her warm breasts. Their naked bodies felt strange against each other, but the way they felt for each other had been the only thing they cared about.
His body was large and covered in hard muscle which Andrea loved, and her body was all that Merle needed. "You smell like honey, darlin'," Merle teased and placed his one hand over her cheek, leaning down to kiss her again. She closed her eyes and smiled against the kiss. He tasted like stale cigarettes and dirt, but that was okay.
Andrea rolled over to her side, and pushed Merle on to his back, just before climbing on top of him. Merle winked at her and held his arms up behind his head, waiting for her to get her stuff started.
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Michonne traced her fingertips over the side of Milton's clothed dick, feeling him shudder beneath the little touch. She smiled up at him, and he smiled right back.
"You are one shy boy and I like it," Michonne's teasing tone was very delightful and she could tell just by the way he shuddered, that he liked it. She continued to run her fingers along side his bulge, and their eyes met again.
Michonne took a peek at Milton's moist lips and went in slowly for a kiss. Milton was surprised by how intense those lips of hers were against his; as sweet as the kiss was, it had a lot of power behind it, and Milton wouldn't dare shimmy away. He knew damn well he was nervous and trembling beneath her, but he didn't seem to care anymore. Milton was enjoying her too much. Their lips never parted, and they were so close to one another, they could feel each other's heart beat. Milton's sweet participation in kissing Michonne made her smile. Eventually, Milton was leaning on the points of his elbows, Michonne now above him, arms on either side of his waist, and her body between his thighs, ass on the floor.
Their kisses had turned more in to deep, sloppy ones. Milton wasn't in to it as much, but Michonne was here to teach him. Her hands moved from his sides, rested against his lower stomach, and suddenly he went hot. Those dark hands of hers were close, so very close to his groin. He could feel his stomach flip like crazy.
He'd be lying if he said he didn't want her to keep going. Michonne was gentle, more gentle than he expected her to be.
"Don't be scared, you are tense and there is no reason to be, I'll make you feel good," Michonne's words sent several shivers down his spine, one after the other, and the honesty of them made him slightly smile. As crazy as this day has become, Milton wasn't as terrified if Philip walked in through the door. Milton's wanted this for years, and he would do anything to keep it this way.
He closed his eyes again, and their lips broke apart. He suddenly snapped his eyes open and gazed in to her coco eyes, and she returned the look.
She reached out and pulled his glasses off, dying to know what he looked like behind them. Milton was still nervous, and Michonne could only smile. "I think you look really cute, Milton," Michonne commented, just before laying his glasses on the floor beside them, and she grabbed his hard dick. They stared at each other, mesmerized by the look in their eyes, and her fingers dug deep through the material of his slacks, causing slight pain to his dick. He could only jump, and wiggle beneath her, and she let out a little laugh.
"That kind of hurt," Milton told her, with a tiny hint of a grin on his lips.
Michonne leaned in to him again, and pressed her tongue against his neck, slowly gliding it straight up to the back of his ear. It gave him instant shivers that made him flutter his eyes closed and he tilted his head for her.
"Tell me you want me," her choice of words caught him by surprise, and her tongue never ceased to please him. Michonne pulled back his collar and traced her tongue across his collarbone. Finally, a few buttons down, she was kissing and nuzzling his sternum. She could smell some of his deodorant and continued on down. Her grip on his dick tightened. He held back a whimper and clawed the wooden floor beneath him.
"I-I...Michonne," Milton stuttered, almost too afraid to admit that he truly wanted her. He was totally inexperienced, but it was nothing Michonne couldn't handle. She preferred to be the dominant one. She continued to unbutton the front of his shirt as she further went down on him. He was shaking, nervous and a little shy, but he enjoyed the feeling. Using one hand to push him back, Michonne bent down, with her palms on both sides of his bare stomach, using that tongue of hers to trace wet circles around and in his belly-button. She even teased the trail of hair he had. With her ass half in the air, Milton found himself stealing glances.
"Tell me you want me, Milton," Michonne repeated herself, her voice soft and quiet while her lips remained on his stomach, doing everything she could to please him. She was only torturing him. He wanted to say it, he wanted to fucking say it but he just couldn't. His hands were eager to touch her, grab her anywhere.
She was a fucking tease. "I wa-want you!" he finally had the balls to actually say it, but he was quiet. Michonne was pleased enough by just hearing his soft whisper. Eventually, she had him on his back, rolling her warm palms across his torso, and stomach. He was warm to the touch and she liked it. Her lips found his sternum again, and she across it, sliding over to one of his nipples. Milton had a little bit of hair on his chest and stomach, and just a little was the right amount.
Once she found a nipple, she lightly bit and began to suck softly. Milton was doing all he could to keep those sounds of his back, and it was irritating Michonne.
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Andrea sat herself down on Merle very carefully, and watched his lips crack in to a sly grin. His hands found her hips and squeezed. He helped her get some momentum going between the both of them, and once he knew she could do it perfectly on her own, he let her do her thing. Andrea slapped her palms over top of Merle's torso, grabbing at his pecks. He shut his eyes and let himself relax in to the feeling. She continued to move against him, and leaned in to kiss him.
He accepted it and used his only working hand to hold her cheek. He never knew this would happen once in his life with this woman, but now here they were.
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Michonne kissed down his body a second time, stopping at the waistband of his pants. Milton knew where this was headed, and they looked at each other. "I-I don't know if we should do this, I—Michonne put a finger to his lips and smiled. She was too gentle with him. He stared in to her eyes and just laid back, staring blankly up at the ceiling, breathing lightly while she unfastened his belt, pulling it from the loops of his pants. He kept his arms perfectly still at his sides, nails digging in to the wood.
He closed his eyes and tried to day-dream, but it was almost impossible in this situation. She was all he ever wanted. Michonne continued to work at his pants, and as soon as she pulled them down, Milton instantly used his hands to shield himself from her eyes. Michonne pulled them all the way off and tossed them, and stared down his middle, recognizing that same bulge.
Michonne smiled and rolled her tongue inside his belly-button again, teasing him. "I want to hear you make noise," she mumbled while she continued to sloppy kiss his stomach, hands taking a hold of his own.
He swallowed thickly and felt the hot air create sweat beads on his skin. She moved his hands from his dick and allowed him to rest them on each of her hips. His boxers weren't tight, but hell, it felt like they were suffocating the hell out of his dick. Milton let a nervous smile smear across his lips, and he gave them one swipe of his tongue. Being allowed to finally touch her made his heart pound even harder. Michonne was a very shapely woman, very skinny with amazing curves.
He had recognized her perfect round ass many times before and her little breasts that fit her toned body so well. He was the luckiest man in the world right now.
He smiled when he felt her fingers play with the hem of his boxers, stretching it and toying with him. He could feel her warm breath against him once he freed him. He twitched in her hand and he felt a sudden warmth meet his face. He's never been touched like this before and the sensation ran through him like a sudden bolt of lightening.
Milton release a whimper and Michonne snickered, lowering her head so she could lick up the precum from the top of Milton's dick. Once her tongue met the delicate skin, he instantly tightened every muscle and let out a strangled groan. One of Michonne's hands roamed around Milton's torso, while her other held his dick, licking the head with no sign of stopping. Milton furrowed his brows and had a strong hold on one of her shoulders. He swallowed again, and Michonne pushed both of his legs up, so that his knees were facing the ceiling. At this moment, in this current position, Milton felt too exposed, half naked. She could see his everything, and it made him feel strange.
She didn't seem to mind. Her hands left him, and getting to her knees, she began to undress before him.
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Andrea felt her stomach muscles and her thighs shake at her upcoming orgasm, while Merle did his best to finish her off as well as himself. They met gazes and finally, the both of them came to an amazing release, that wrecked their bodies in the most sensual way.
"Wow," Merle cooed just as Andrea's head hit his wet chest. "Ain't never felt that good b'fore," he used his good hand and brushed down the length of her blond hair that was pasted to her moist back. He could feel her body tremble against his out of laughter and what was left over of the orgasm. "I'm not that good in bed," Andrea teased but she was honest with him. Her warm hands glided across Merle's hair coated torso, running over his pecks and his toned stomach.
Merle let out a small laugh.
"I don't believe that, darlin'," Merle acknowledged her, continuing to stroke her blond locks, while taking in all he could in the moment they shared together. Andrea batted her eyes and eventually, they went closed. She smiled small and placed a gentle kiss on his collarbone.
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