western nights ( shane walsh )

1.10 ; blurred lines

                                                                        Beneath the rustling leaves and the gentle sway of the trees, the tranquil symphony of nature unfolded. The sweet melodies of birdsong painted the air, each chirp and warble echoing through the wooded expanse. In the soft breath of the wind, the fragrance of the forest lingered, carrying with it the earthy scents of soil and pine. Amidst this serene backdrop, the subtle movements of elusive creatures added a rhythmic dance to the ambience, their presence felt rather than seen. The woods, alive with the harmonious cadence of life, enveloped everything in a serene embrace.

Amy and Natalie, though no longer in close physical proximity, found themselves separated within earshot, their voices echoing through the expanse that now lay between them. The reason for their current distance stemmed from their shared pursuit of sustenance within the densely wooded area. 

The motive behind this foraging expedition was Lori's initiative to sanitize the surroundings, prompting both Amy and Natalie to scour the woods for any edible items they could lay their hands on. The atmosphere resonated with the urgency of their quest, each step taken with the determination to secure nourishment amidst the ongoing efforts to cleanse and purify the natural surroundings.

The gun that Dale had given her was resting in the belt of her pants. She wasn't able to find anything hoping that at least Amy had winded up getting something for the group. As she was trudging through the forest she looked around hearing the sounds of the birds chirping loudly around her; if she didn't lie if someone asked was she scared of the fact she was walking around here alone with no one around to hear even if she couldn't scream. 

Grabbing onto the gun she heard sounds of twigs snapping coming in her direction turning around and pointed it in that direction; not knowing how to use it just going off of what she had seen her dad do when he showed her how to use it awhile back. Suddenly the gun was slapped out of her hand, and a big hand went over her mouth causing her to squeal and fall to the ground. 

"Sh, sh, sh" Shane muttered on top of her his hand covering her mouth evenly. Moving her mouth out of reach; Natalie had bit down on his hand. Soft enough to not hurt him but hard enough for her to be realised. He grunted looking at his hand, seeing if she had left any marks. "We don't have that much time." 

He was determined not to disrupt the magical ambience by addressing the firearm she possessed, deciding to revisit that matter later. As Shane leaned in, his lips met hers in a tender connection, his hand delicately cradling the side of her head. The sensation of the grass against her skin heightened the intimacy of the moment. Shane's hand traced a slow path along her stomach, eliciting a cascade of shivers down her spine. With a deliberate yet enticing pace, he undid his shirt, exposing a robust chest adorned with a tattoo situated on his upper torso. Natalie, seizing the moment, tugged him closer by his chain, initiating a more vibrant exchange of kisses.

Operating with one hand, Shane skillfully unbuttoned Natalie's jean shorts, sliding them off along with her underwear. His lips embarked on a journey from her neck, down her body, adeptly avoiding any hindrance caused by the rucked-up shirt. His tongue delicately explored her stomach, evoking subtle quivers in her breath. The cold touch of his tongue skimming along her belly button intensified the sensory experience, while the faint scratch of his stubble added a layer of sensation. The moment unfolded in a symphony of heightened senses and shared desires.

Feeling him enter inside of her; her head was thrown badly moaning with Shane grunting into her mouth trying to keep it connected. Natalie had grabbed the sides of his head pulling herself up from the ground with him guiding her on top of him; with both of them sitting on the grass and biting onto his lip while trying to contain her moans bouncing up and down on his dick that slid out of her. Shane's larger hand holding her arching back.