Chapter Text
"This what you've been wanting Honey?"
His words were low, drawled thickly against her ear. Causing her to shiver beneath his wandering touch. Feeling the grasp of hands, rough, strong, hot grasping into her. Tearing the small strips of clothing free from her shapely form. Lips wandering over every sun kissed inch of her bare form.
"You're so beautiful baby, so soft, warm,"
Maggie felt herself shivering beneath him. Yielding more and more at the press of fingers within her sides. Hooking the soft lace of her panties and peeling them down the length of shapely legs. Her fingers twisting, grasping, into raven curls feeling the press of lips, along her body. Leaving a trail of kisses, branded on her flesh.
"Look at you Honey, just melting at my fingertips,"
Slender fingers brushed against the cool wood floor, softly moving back and forth methodically feeling the smoothed surface beneath their touch. Feeling the bed shifting, as someone climbed onto the mattress beside her. Slender fingers touching her arm.
"Maggie, wake up,"
A soft groan filled her mouth, as she turned over. Hazel green eyes staring back at wide pale blue as Beth looked at with an ear to ear grin.
"Beth, do you know what time it is?"
"Clock downstairs said eight but, who knows these days,"
Maggie groaned, rolling her eyes as she turned over. Feeling her sister pushing on her playfully.
"Maggie, come on,"
"Okay, Okay, I'm getting up,"
Slender fingers grasped into the blanket, pulling it back, as she stood up. Hearing the soft gasp from Beth, seeing her sister in only the black bra and panties she had worn to bed. Of the two, Maggie had always been the rebellious one, the one that had followed her own path, and did what she desired.
"Maggie, I can't believe you slept in that!"
"Oh come on Beth, it's just a bra and panties, not like I was naked,"
There was silence between them as she dressed, tossing her bra aside and choosing another for the day. Crimson silk, with matching thong. Hand grasped her tank top, pulling it on before she slipped into her jeans.
"Maggie,"
"Hmm?"
"You think Daddy's gonna let those people stay here?"
"I hope so, I kinda have my eyes on someone,"
She could hear the sigh escaping her sisters mouth as she climbed off her bed.
"Which one of them?"
Maggie debated answering, telling her Rick Grimes was the man she'd been eyeing ever since he'd run across their fields with his son in his arms. Silently dreaming of him, picturing them in every scene she could imagine. But she remained silent, refusing to tell her which one.
"Maggie, come on you, tell me everything,"
"Glenn, it's Glenn okay?"
"He seems nice, did you talk to him yet?"
"No, I'm sure I'll find some way to tell him I'm interested,"
Beth's gentle giggle filled the room as they headed downstairs. Hershel was there, seated at the dining table, reading his newspaper like always as Beth hurried out the front door grabbing a basket on her way out. Before Maggie followed. She could see the tents just beyond their home, shaded by the gentle kiss of the trees. Daryl was heading off to the woods, crossbow slung over his shoulder, a few of the others huddled by the RV they'd brought with them when the other half of their group had shown up. Seated beside Lori, was Rick. Blue eyes, staring off toward the distance. Maggie wanted to go to him, to throw every bit of caution to the wind and just tell him she desired him. But she didn't, she merely stood there, silently following behind her sister until she could no longer see him.
Beth and her chatted while they picked fruit, about their Daddy, their farm, what was happening just beyond the safety they had here. About the group staying there. Before they were done, carrying their baskets back toward the House. Once more Maggie found herself staring toward the tent's, searching for the sight of blue eyes staring back at her. Only to find nothing, half of their group was gone, for supplies or one reason or the other. A soft sigh filled her mouth, as she headed inside, fingers grasping tightly to the basket as she carried it into the kitchen. Lori, Beth, and Carol, were in there. Chatting, and making dinner for them.
"I'm sure he'll come around Lori,"
"That's easier said than done, he hasn't forgiven me, I can see it in his eyes,"
"It's not to late Lori, you and Rick can fix things,"
"I don't think he see's it that way,"
Maggie placed her basket on the island centered in the middle of the kitchen. Hazel green eyes watching Lori as she talked with Carol. It wasn't her place to judge, or put into a marriage she knew nothing about. Instead, she remained silent, busying herself around the kitchen as Beth washed the fruit off. Grabbing a few plates and
"Beth, I'm gonna head into town. I'll be back later, okay?"
"Sure,"
Later:
After her run into town, after the dinner filled more with tension than conversation and laughter. When everyone had ventured off for the night, Maggie Stripped off her jeans, and tossing them aside, fingers tugging at her tank top, pulling it down until it touched the top of crimson lace hugged around her bottom. Before she finally ventured from her bedroom. Moving one bare foot gently before the other as she eased downstairs. It was a habit, ever since she was Beth's age. Easing around the House, so her Daddy wouldn't hear her, letting in a boyfriend, or sneaking out for a party. The House was silent, barely illuminated except for the soft glow of light cast across the floor of the dinning room. Soft, barely audible steps, pushed against the hardwood floor as she ventured into the Kitchen.
Hand reaching forward and pulling the fridge open, leaning forward, fingertips grasping for the fruit at the bottom. Grasping at the bowl and pulling it, as she stood up closing it behind her. Gasping as she turned around, seeing blue eyes staring back at her.
"I'm sorry Maggie,"
"It's Okay, Rick, I don't mind,"
A smirk rested on the corner of her lips, as she made her way around the kitchen island, giving him a full view of shapely legs, and crimson lace between her legs. Her hand held the bowl out in offering to him.
"Interested?"
"I really shouldn't Maggie, I just came in to check on Carl. I need to be getting back to Lori,"
A simple nod was all she offered, as she turned around, feeling his eyes wandering over her, once again.
"Does your wife wear thing's like this for you?"
"I-I don't understand,"
She turned around, eyes meeting his own directly, teeth toying with her bottom lip.
"Before all this, Now, Lori ever wear a thong for you?"
She could see the smile on his face, hear the soft chuckle rumbling within his throat. The click of his boots against the hardwood floor, as he moved closer. Blue eyes gazing down at her.
"No, Lori's a conservative type Maggie,"
There was barely an inch between their two forms, no more than a breath separating her from him. Eyes gazing at each other, in the barely lit room. She could feel the smile on her face, feel the heat on her flesh.
"Would you like to see it again?"
"What?"
He chuckled softly, gazing down at her. Blue eyes seeming to shine a bit with more life than she'd seen in the entire time he'd been here. It felt so strange between them, he was married, had a son all reason told her not to do this. Not to flirt with him, tease him, desire someone she knew was with someone else. But she couldn't stop herself.
"Do you want to see me bend over again?"
A smile spread over his mouth, bright, perfect, and sending a shiver down the length of her spine at the mere sight.
"Okay, show me Honey,"
Maggie shivered to hear the one single word escaping his mouth, the one she'd heard in her fantasies, spoken low against her ear so many times. She turned slowly, taking her time as her hand enclosed around the bowl moving back to the fridge as she opened it, leaning down, long sun kissed leg, and shapely ass in full view as she bent over. Lingering in the position, feeling his eyes flickering over every inch of her. Dragging over the soft curve of her ass, the crimson lace teasingly hiding the soft mound of flesh with a single strip of fabric. Maggie turned her head, gazing back at him, seeing those eyes looking at her with a primal hunger burning them. A need, staring at the teasing sight before him.
"Do you want to touch me Rick?"
Each word was low, sultry, silently beckoning him to her. To step beyond the line that had been between them until now, and place the first touch on her. One she'd been craving for so, so long. Rick moved forward, hips pushing tight against the soft, warm, shaped curve of her ass. Fingertips moving over the soft flesh of her legs, sending shivers through her. Building an ache for more, feeling the rough denim of his jeans rubbing against her bare flesh, the rough press of his fingers, before he moved back.
"I need to get back to Lori Maggie,"
"Are you sure Rick? Sure, that's what you want?"
"I don't know Honey, I just can't right now,"
His boots sounded against the hardwood floor fading and becoming softer and softer until she could no longer hear them. A gentle sigh filled her mouth, as she stood up, pushing the fridge closed and headed back upstairs, easing Beth's bedroom door open as she eased it closed behind her. Her hand gently shaking her, hearing the soft groan as she stirred.
"Maggie?"
"Can I sleep here with you?"
"Course,"
Beth yawned moving over for her to climbed in beside her, as Maggie slipped in beside her, pulling the blanket over herself as she fell asleep.