The Walking Dead: The Shane Walsh Alternative (Season 2)

Fort Benning: After Dark

WARNING!

This particular part is rated R for somewhat graphic sexual content. Enjoy! :)

I can't sleep. I just keep seeing the faces of the men I had to kill. They don't just haunt my dreams, they haunt my life. I know deep down it had to be done to ensure the safety of my group, but that doesn't make it any easier to swallow. I start wandering around Fort Benning, to try to pass time as everyone else sleeps. As I enter one of the uninhabited barracks I notice a military hair clipper set on a desk by a mirror. I stop and stare at myself in the mirror, but what I see is the person I USED to be, and not the 'survive by any means' machine that I've become. I decide it's time for a change in appearance so to not be reminded of a life I can never get back to. I pick up the battery operated clippers and start shaving off my hair to a buzz cut. It's not bad if I say so myself. I've never shaved my hair this low before, but I guess it looks pretty good.

I start to head for the showers to wash the loose hair that's stuck to me, off. I'm just about to enter when I hear a woman's voice. "Don't move or I'll put your brains on the wall." The voice instructs. I recognize it to be Andrea and slowly turn around with my hands up. "Oh shit, sorry Shane. Didn't realise it was you, with the haircut." She insists, as she lowers her weapon. "What are you doing up?" I ask her. "You're not the only one who can't sleep. You're also not the only one who needs a shower. Mind if I join you?" She flirts. YES, I do. "No, not at all." I blurt out, with a smile. I know I shouldn't do this, but maybe I'm in over my head with Lori. I've never held a relationship longer than a few months, nor did I ever really want kids. I DO love both Lori and Carl, but  Andrea's physically more my type, and I can even count on her to have my back out in the shit. She also doesn't seem the type to get too emotionally attached. Not to mention, Lori is the widow of my best friend, but pregnant with MY child. That's something that is always on my mind, making me question my morals.

She takes my hand and leads me into the shower room. As we both disrobe, I keep telling myself that I NEED this, to take my mind off of things. Lori doesn't need to know, and I'm sure Andrea will keep her mouth shut. We reach the shower head and she turns it on, then immediately spins around and wraps her arms around my neck, kissing me deeply and passionately. I instantly stop thinking about Lori, Carl, and my unborn child, instead focusing on the slippery warmth of her toungue aginst mine. I get lost in the moment and grab Andrea by the hair arching her head back, allowing me to kiss down her neck. I can feel my blood racing through my veins as the adrenaline takes over, and I move lower, to her navel. Her soft hands caress my newly shaved head as I nibble on her stomach ever so slightly.

Her moans excite me even more, as I move lower to kiss her inner thighs, causing her clitoris to swell with appreciation. I firmly flick my tounge at it a few times before taking it between my lips, beginning to slowly slide my tounge around the tip of it. I can't tell if the moisture is from her, or the shower, but in either case she lifts her left leg onto my shoulder, and uses her hands to guide my head to her liking. She begins to gyrate her hips, pressing herself aggressively against my face. After a few minutes, I can feel her warm juices spilling down my chin, confirming that she's satisfied with my efforts. With that, I push her flat against the wall and underhook her left leg with my right arm and climb to my feet, pulling her leg up with me, until her foot rests on my shoulder next to my head, opening her up for insertion.

I slide myself inside of her slippery snatch and watch her face reach a level of gratification that I've never seen before, from her. I begin to thrust myself into her, gradually getting faster, while occasionally turning my head to plant a few kisses on her foot, eliciting giggles from her. The giggles are eventually replaced, by the returning sounds of her moans that excite me so. I start to thrust more deliberately now, and I can feel her juices spilling yet again. Her moans turn to screams of ectasy, as the sound pierces my ears. She's too loud. I need her to be discreet so I cover her mouth with my hand to muffle her orgasmic shouts. I keep thrusting through her orgasm as I near my own. Just a minute or two later, grunts start escaping from my mouth involuntarily. I remove my junk from inside of her, and finish down the shower drain.

She slides down the wall to a sitting position. "That was amazing." She gushes. "Yeah, I needed that." I respond. "Lori's not cuttin' it, huh?" She jokes with a smile. "Not like THAT. She wants to 'make love' ya know?" I answer while putting my clothes back on. Andrea climbs to her feet and starts dressing as well. "Well you don't have to worry about that with me. I'll take a good screw, over 'love making' any day." She explains. My kind of girl. "Any regrets?" She asks. "Nope. You?" I fire back. "Never thought I'd ever hook up with a cop, although I never thought we'd be living through an apocalypse either so... no." She answers. "You were a little more aggressive than I thought you'd be." I tell her. "I thought you could handle it. Maybe next time I'll let you be the aggressor, if I'm too much for you." She jokes with a smile. "Yeah, next time." I respond before giving her a quick kiss and heading back to my bed.