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Survival Isn't An Option	By : Pilgrim Category: S through Z > The Walking Dead Views: 6774 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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  Isabelle slipped from the bike and helped with the deer, managing to get them both to the kitchen area with the help of several enthusiastic group members. Apparently venison was even more of a delicacy than ever before. Beth seemed to share her mild trepidation with the deer’s corpses. It was food, but there was still a childish element in their mind-sets that this was essentially Bambi.
They exchanged a look before Carol started to skin them and they both had to look away. Isabelle excused herself, not caring where Daryl was as she headed back to her cell in the growing gloom of early evening. Slowly she lowered herself onto the prison bed and sat on the edge, wrapping her arms about herself in a form of self-comforting.
          What could she do about this? She needed sex, it was a deep primal craving in her very soul. That need to lose herself in another without any thought of the outside world. Just an hour or so of peace, with nothing but the immediate pleasure of another’s company. An outlet of emotion, passion, and stress all of which were in abundance in this new world. Her fingers ran through her hair as she shuddered with pent up emotion. She couldn’t dance any more, there was not enough joy for her body to move in those smooth motions. How did people deal with these feelings?
          Her mind wandered to all of her options. She could just try and persuade Daryl, flirt to the best of her ability and pray he would finally fuck her senseless. Something told her that just wasn’t a quick enough option and if she kept chasing him… he would run completely. So what other options did she have? There were a few single men still in the growing population of the prison, she could just touch herself or talk to someone about some other form of stress relief. Perhaps she could take her angst out by helping to clear the walkers from the fence. Her heart was almost bursting out of her chest by this point, she knew what she needed, and it was just a case of who was willing to provide it. She could regret it later.
          Silently she made her way from her cell and into the open air courtyard. A few people still wandered in the cool night air. Instantly her eyes were drawn to the figure of Daryl, he was patrolling by the gate obviously taking the role of night guard seriously. He hadn’t noticed her yet. For a moment she wondered if she was completely losing it to even be thinking about sleeping with someone else. Her eyes raked over the others, some were chatting, some just staring into the darkening night and others were clearly looking for the same distraction as her, a break from the reality of this world. Eyes locked with hers, a quirk of a smile and brilliant white teeth drew her in as Jacob stepped forwards.
“You’re not usually out this late, have you run out of books?” He whispered, stepping up to face her, close enough for her to feel the warmth of his body.
          He stood at least a head taller than her. Lean, strong and clean shaven, a smaller build than Daryl. She shook herself mentally to dismiss the thought, this was just about sex, just about the release of tension. It didn’t matter how similar or dissimilar he was, what mattered was what he could do for her. She let her eyes rake over him more obviously, her mouth slightly dry at the thought of actually going through with it. Fingers brushed hair from her shoulders, exposing more of her face to the dim moonlight.
“You forgotten how to speak?” Jacob whispered, leaning closer as if to kiss her only to stop just short.
          Isabelle stumbled forwards, having leant in to kiss him, as Jacob was pulled away from her. Daryl’s hand rested on his shoulder, gently easing him back. There was no emotion in his eyes, nothing to read in his features. She swallowed nervously, torn between telling him to go away and to just let her have Jacob and grateful in equal measure that he’d stopped her.
“I don’t think she’s interested,” Daryl’s soft voice broke like a wave over her, there was anger there, it was faint but it was there.
“Could have fooled me,” Jacob responded calmly.
“Belle?” Daryl was looking at her, he wanted to know her response.
          Did she want to go and have a night of lust and break this tension or did she want to wait for Daryl. Her body was screaming for the touch of a man, aching in all the right places that could only be soothed with a brush of fingers and lips. She knew the silence was drawing out, knew that if she didn’t answer soon Daryl would make the decision for her.
“No, I… I’m sorry I led you on Jacob,” Isabelle gasped out finally.
          Jacob raised his hands, apologised, winked and strolled away. Perhaps another night when Daryl wasn’t enacting as overwatch to her sanity. He certainly didn’t seem to resent her decision, glancing back over his shoulder as he walked back to the opposite cell block. Her breath left her shakily, a hand rested on her shoulder, slightly tighter in the fingers than was comfortable. Slowly she met Daryl’s gaze, her eyes reluctant to leave the confident walk of Jacob.
“You ok?” Daryl asked, concerned.
          Guilt flooded her being, he had genuinely thought Jacob had been trying to pressurise her. He had no idea that she had been on completely the same page as him just minutes before. How naïve was he or was he just trying to keep her innocent in his own eyes? She didn’t know the answer, wasn’t sure she wanted to know the answer. If he was naïve she was really taking him for a ride and if he was trying to keep her innocent she was destroying his faith every day with her flirtation.
“I’m fine, I just came out for a breath of fresh air,” Isabelle whispered with a smile.
“Come on, this time of night most of the people out here are only after one thing,” Daryl wrapped an arm about her shoulders.
“Is that why you’re out here?” Isabelle teased without thinking.
“No,” Daryl retorted sharply.
          His arm slid from her shoulders although they walked in companionable enough a fashion a slight tension had returned. By the time they reached her cell Isabelle was almost at the point of turning and running after Jacob. Her hand rested on the cell door as she turned to look at Daryl. His sombre eyes met hers quietly.
“Will you sleep with me tonight again?” Isabelle whispered, afraid of the answer. “I sleep better with you here.”
“I’m on patrol tonight,” Daryl responded calmly. “Get some rest.”
          Isabelle watched as he walked away and bit her lip. She knew where Jacob’s cell was and if Daryl was on patrol he would be closer to the gate. If she was quick she’d be able to make it across the courtyard without him noticing. Quietly she changed into her darkest clothing before heading out again, pulling her hoodie high to cover her face. Peeking around the various bits of shelter she made her way over the courtyard and into the other cell block. Her ballet training made her almost silent as she crept through the cell block to the end cell that Jacob slept in. Eyes met hers as she peered through the bars and a wickedly knowing smile greeted her.
          Jacob rose, pulling the cell door open silently to let her slip in. Isabelle pulled the sheet across the doorway and wrapped her arms about Jacob’s shoulders. Her lips found his as warm hands spread over her back, pulling her closer. Muscles pressed against her breasts, warm hands pulled her hoodie back. He bit her collarbone before kneeling before her, silently he licked and kissed up her stomach. She ran her fingers through his close cropped hair as he bit the top of her breast. Hissing slightly at the contact she pulled him back up to kiss his lips, tongues brushing and teasing as he picked her up easily. Her legs wrapped about his waist, not caring if he fucked her against the wall, the door or on the bed. The cold concrete met her back, against the wall then. Hands were pulling at her jeans and she dropped her legs just long enough to kick them aside before wrapping herself back around him again. Teeth bit into her neck and she moaned despite herself, pushing her hips against his and raking her nails down his back.
          The sound of a zip being undone sent a thrill to her core and she reached down to help. Her fingers wrapped about his cock, stroking him into full erection. Two of his fingers pressed against her lips, pushing inside and she moaned at the contact feeling the first brushes of pleasure as he gently rubbed her clit with his thumb. Her back arched as his mouth encased a nipple, her bra hurriedly pushed out of the way. A pinch at her hip told her that her panties were no longer intact but ripped off cleanly with one tug. Hands grabbed under her thighs and pushed her further up the wall. Her arms wrapped about his shoulders again pulling him closer for a heated kiss as he pressed his cock against her core.
          Moaning into his mouth she felt every millimetre as he pressed into her. Fingers knotted into his hair as he finally filled her. Bliss rolled through her, all the tension gone with that first penetration. She rolled her hips over his, both moaning at the contact. His hands moved to the wall, bracing himself either side of her, trusting her toned muscles to hold herself against him. Her back arched and she hissed in intense pleasure as he slowly rolled his hips away from her and with the same painstaking precision rolled back into her. Every part of her tingled with the contact, her heart was racing, her breath was hitching and she could barely see as colours flashed in her vision. The second thrust came harder, her hips slammed against the wall as she took his urgency willingly.
          They were both desperate, his hands now gripping her buttocks to keep her higher so he could thrust up into her. Isabelle arched her back, biting her lip as he drove into her repeatedly. It was exquisite, the pressure, the release, every single second was sending fireworks into her brain. Her nails were digging into his shoulders and he was grunting with the effort as he pushed her harder into the wall. She was going to have bruises everywhere and she genuinely did not care. Hot lips pressed against hers as he drove into her more deep and shallow, everything hit the right spot and her breath would not keep up with the rhythm. She moaned, arching more, pushing her hips into his. Light flashed in her eyes and she bit her lip to contain the cry as the orgasm ripped through her core. Nothing was registering but the intense pleasure coursing through her, her lips left Jacob’s and he bit into her shoulder as he lost his own rhythm. His hips pressing into hers, bruising her and driving as deep as possible.
          It was primal, basic, nothing but a deep craving of distraction and base lust. Nothing had felt as good. Warmth flooded her insides as he came inside her hard. His knees buckled and they slid in a sweat sheened heap onto the floor. Isabelle rolled onto her back, Jacob’s hands gently stroking over her breasts as he lay next to her. Both of them too drunk on pleasure to move an inch further. Moments passed before Isabelle realised what had happened, he had come inside her. Her thighs were sticky with their joint fluids. Feeling sick she stumbled to her feet and dragged her clothing on.
“Where are you going? Do you not want to stay the night?” Jacob queried from his prone position on the floor.
“Sorry, best we’re not found together, don’t you think?” Isabelle smiled sweetly, pressing a kiss to his cheek before she all but ran out of the cell block and towards the showers.
          Stripping as quickly as possible she slammed the shower on and washed herself furiously. She was desperate to remove any stain, any sign. Her fingers brushed over already blooming bruises on her thighs and hips. If anyone saw them they’d be screamingly obvious what they were caused by. One of the ones on her thighs was almost an entire hand outline. She sank to the floor letting the last of the water run over her skin.
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