Fandom: Fear the Walking Dead
Character: Troy Otto
Sounds of crickets and owls swayed through the cool evening air, not a soul wanting to disrupt natures song. Almost everyone is asleep here at the camp, only the militia and Winona were up, and she prayed every second she was alone that the militia didn't notice her presence. This was her third night in a row spent here, the third night she again was unable to say no to Troy. Her eyes danced to the rising moon, just barely visible through the sunroof, he was late. Winona nibbled at the corners of her lips, as she slowly started pacing, had they been found out? She wondered. No, she'd be apprehended at once, and who knows from there...killed?
Those at the Black Hat reservation would not approve of her galivanting with Jeremiah's youngest son, and the same could be said for this camp. The two colonies have been at war for god knows how long, and here she was, acting out the entirety of Romeo and Juliet. They just haven't gotten to the end thus far. Winona wasn't foolish, she knew that if push came to shove, Troy will kill her with little remorse, but her feelings were true. She'd fallen head-over-heels for the boy estrange from society many, many years ago. He'd often run to the wilderness after each beating and mistreatment of his father, which resulted in their meeting.
Winona, so lost in thought didn't notice the dark figure slowly approaching her, as she paced along the barn's width. The horses too used to these rendezvous', simply dismissed the nervous behavior, opting to sleep the night through. It wasn't until fingers enveloped both her waist and mouth, that she'd snapped from her contemplation. Wild panic rushed through her body, her fingers gripping for the hand over her mouth, so that she could scream for help. The hand muffled her quiet cries, before a pair of familiar lips, kissed up her neck. Troy. Troy Otto had her safely tucked into his body. No one else was there, posing a threat to the quiet affair.
"Good girl," he breathed huskily into her ear, before letting her mouth go. "Isn't there a saying, you can never sneak up on a native?"
His amused chuckle warmed her heart, her body too comfortable in his, seemed to mold into it. They'd need to be quick; it would be midnight in two hours, and she still had a four hour walk to the bike she'd ridden halfway here. Troy breathed in her scent, a mixture of sage and Piñon, as his fingers dipped underneath her clothing. Winona's flesh heated almost instantly, feeling the cool fingertips of his right hand rolling her nipples, as his left hand gently stroked the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh.
"I've been thinking about you all day," he purred into her silky obsidian hair. "I've been thinking about your soft skin, the sinful way you moan, and how good it feels to be inside of you."
She couldn't catch the wanting moan that left her lips, the stiff poke of his member against her rear end did catch her attention. His nails dug into her thigh, his bodies response to the sound he often dreamt of when he was alone at night. God, he needed her. He needed Winona's body pressed beneath his, begging for him to enter her, to dominate her and mark her as his. Her right hand slid along her neck, and jawline, ending at his cheek. Her fingers just under, where Madison marred his perfect skin. If Winona found out what happened, it would ruin the mood, most likely ending in an argument, where her concern only spurred rage from the boy. He couldn't afford that right now, his body aching and wet during the day needed this release. Seeing where things would go, he tilted his face, taking her index finger into his mouth and sucking on the appendage.
"I'm going to take you from behind," he groaned into her ears, after pulling away from her finger. "Is that what you want?"
Winona nodded, too enthralled with her lust to speak. That wouldn't do, not one bit. He thought, taking his fingers from her semi-tight sun-bleached jeans, almost immediately eliciting a whine from his companion. Her fingers dancing in his soft curls. Troy nibbled the tips of her ear.
