Andrea shifted under the scratchy wool blanket, her movements deliberate, calculated.
Her blue eyes, usually sparkling with wit and confidence, now held a smoldering intensity as she turned towards Joe.
His athletic frame was relaxed, his slicked-back black hair, now messy, falling over his forehead as he stared at the cracked ceiling.
The silence stretched, heavy and pregnant with unspoken words.
With a slow, purposeful motion, Andrea reached for Joe's zipper.
The sound of metal teeth separating was unnaturally loud in the stillness. She pulled down the zipper, her fingers brushing against the warm skin of his abdomen.
Joe's breath paused, a subtle reaction, but Andrea noticed. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of his pants and pulled them down, revealing his flaccid cock.
She didn't hesitate. Leaning forward, Andrea took him into her mouth, her lips wrapping around him like a silken glove.
GukGukGuk!
The sound was wet, obscene, filling the empty space. Joe's hand tangled in her blonde hair, his fingers gently guiding her head as she adjusted to the rhythm.
Her tongue swirled, teasing, tasting, her mouth warm and wet.
Joe's body relaxed into the sensation, his muscles uncoiling under her touch. Andrea deepened her movements.
Taking him further into her throat, her eyes closed in concentration.
The air was filled with the sound of their breathing, heavy and labored, punctuated by the wet sounds of her mouth on his flesh.
"Fuck, Andrea," Joe groaned, his voice rough with desire.
She pulled away, her lips glistening, a strand of saliva connecting them for a fleeting moment.
Straddling him, she pushed her panties aside, her fingers trembling slightly as she guided him inside her.
Slowly, agonizingly slowly, she sank down, taking him inch by inch, her eyes fluttering closed as she adjusted to his size.
Joe's hands slid along her thighs, his touch sending shivers up her spine. He cupped her hips, his thumbs brushing against the sensitive skin of her lower abdomen.
Then, his hands moved upwards, tracing the curves of her body, until they reached the clasp of her bra.
With a gentle click, it fell away, exposing her full, D-cup breasts.
He palmed them, his thumbs teasing her already hardened nipples. Andrea moaned, her head falling back, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders.
Her hips began to move, a slow, sensual grind that sent pleasure spiraling through her body.
Joe's touch was gentle yet firm, his fingers skilled, knowing exactly where to apply pressure.
"You feel so good," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear.
Andrea's moans grew louder, her movements faster, more urgent.
She was lost in sensation, her body on fire, every nerve ending screaming for release.
Joe's hands tightened on her hips, anchoring her as she rode him harder, faster.
Then, with a cry that echoed through the room, she climaxed, her body convulsing around him, a rush of fluid hitting his balls.
Joe didn't give her time to catch her breath. He grabbed her hips, slamming her down onto him, his thrusts becoming powerful, primal.
Andrea gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as he filled her, his cum shooting deep inside her.
Exhausted, Andrea collapsed onto his chest, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
Joe flipped her over, his hands gently guiding her onto her back.
He entered her again, this time in missionary, his eyes locked on hers, his expression intense, filled with a raw emotion that mirrored the storm raging within her.
"You're incredible," he whispered, his voice hoarse.
Their bodies moved in perfect sync, their breaths intertwining, their hearts beating as one.
The world outside ceased to exist, there was only this moment.
Afterwards, they lay entwined, sweat cooling on their skin, the air heavy with the scent of sex and satisfaction.
Andrea turned her head, her blue eyes meeting Joe's gaze.
Joe pulled her closer, his arms tightening around her. "Wherever we go from here," he said, his voice steady, resolute, "we go together."
The makeshift cot creaked under their weight, the abandoned station a silent witness to their love
...
Joe's hands moved with deliberate slowness, tracing the curves of Andrea's body.
Committing every inch of her to memory as she slept peacefully, completely spent from the accumulated stress.
Joe's gaze flickered to the doorway, his blue eyes locking onto a figure in the shadows.
Beth stood there, her pale skin almost glowing in the dim light, her blue eyes wide with a mix of curiosity and longing.
Her curly blonde hair was pulled back, revealing the delicate lines of her neck and the slight flush that crept up her cheeks.
She had been watching, silently, her presence a secret until now.
Joe's expression softened, and he extended a hand, inviting Beth over. "Come here," he murmured, his voice low and inviting.
Beth hesitated, her shy nature warring with her desire. But the pull of the moment was too strong, and she stepped forward.
Her slender frame trembling slightly as she joined him. Joe's hand guided her, his touch gentle yet firm, as he drew her onto the cot.
The silence between them was comfortable as they sat on the cot together.
Yet Beth felt an urgent need to break it, to voice the thoughts that had been swirling in her mind for what felt like an eternity.
She turned her head slightly, her pale blue eyes meeting Joe's steady gaze.
Her voice was soft but steady, each word a confession long overdue.
Joe," she began, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest, "Every time I saw you with her... with Maggie. I feel this ache, this curiosity. I couldn't stop thinking about what it would be like, to feel your hands on me, to know what it's like to be unraveled by you."
Joe's eyes widened slightly, a mix of surprise and something deeper flickering in their blue depths.
He propped himself up on one elbow, his gaze intense as he studied her. "Beth," he murmured, his voice rough with emotion, "You've always been so quiet."
"I know," she interrupted gently, her fingers brushing his lips to silence him.
"I've been watching you, watching the way you move, the way you touch… it made me feel things I couldn't ignore. I've fantasized about this moment, about being with you..."
Joe's hand cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing her jawline. "Beth. I didn't want to push you."
She smiled, a small, knowing curve of her lips. "I know. Now, I'm here, with you. It's everything I've dreamed of. I've imagined us together, just us, but also… I've thought about what it would be like to share you, to be part of something bigger. It scared me, but it also excited me in ways I can't explain."
Joe's breath hitched, his gaze dropping to her lips before meeting her eyes again. "Beth," he said, his voice low and gravelly, "Hearing you say that… "
She leaned into his touch, her body responding to his words with a flush of heat. "I trust you, Joe. I trust you to take me there, to show me what it's like. What do you want?"
He hesitated, his eyes searching hers as if looking for reassurance. "I want you, Beth. If you're ready. No pressure."
Beth's heart swelled at his words, her emotions spilling over into a smile that felt like sunshine breaking through clouds.
"I want that too," she whispered, her hand tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. "I want us. I want to explore this, to feel you."
Joe's hand slid down her side, his touch sending shivers through her.
Her fingers traced the contours of his shoulders and abs, memorizing every inch of his body.
Their connection growing stronger with every passing moment.
"Tell me more," Joe urged, his voice husky with desire. "Tell me what you've imagined. I want to know every detail, every fantasy you've kept hidden."
Beth's cheeks flushed, but she met his gaze without hesitation. "I've thought about what it would be like to surrender to you completely. Wondered what it would feel like to have you inside me, to be filled by you, to know what it's like to be yours in every way."
Joe's breath caught as she started stroking him, his eyes darkening with raw hunger.
"Fuck, Beth," he groaned, his hand cupping her breast, his thumb brushing her nipple into a tight peak.
Her body arching into his touch. "It's my choice, and I'm choosing you. I'm choosing us."
Her words hung in the air, until Joe leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that was both urgent and tender.
Their tongues tangling as they explored each other with a newfound intensity.
Beth's hands roamed his body, her fingers tracing the muscles of his back, while Joe's hands mapped her curves, his touch both reverent and possessive.
As their kisses deepened, their movements became more urgent, their desire impossible to ignore.
Joe rolled onto his back, pulling Beth on top of him, her legs straddling his hips.
Her hair cascaded around her shoulders, framing her face as she looked down at him, her eyes shining with a mix of vulnerability and longing.
"Are you sure?" he asked, his hands resting on her hips, his thumbs brushing the sensitive skin of her waist. "We can take this slow, Beth. We don't have to rush."
She shook her head, her breath coming in short gasps. "I'm sure, Joe. I've waited long enough. I want this, I want you, and I want it now."
He smiled, a slow, wicked curve of his lips that sent a jolt of anticipation through her. "Then take it, Beth. Take what you want."
With a confidence she didn't know she possessed, Beth reached down, her fingers brushing the hard cock beneath her.
Joe sighed at the contact, his hands gripping her hips tighter.
She lined his cock to her tight pussy, her fingers trembling slightly, her eyes never leaving his.
Her breath caught at the sight of him, hard and throbbing, his length flush against her opening.
"You're so big," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
He chuckled, his hands guiding her. "Ride me, Beth. Let me feel all your hidden desire."
She nodded, her heart pounding in her chest as she reached behind her, her fingers finding the dampness between her legs.
She teased herself, her fingers circling her clit, her breath hitching as she prepared herself for him.
With a deep breath, she lowered herself onto him, gasping as he filled her, his thickness stretching her in the most exquisite way.
"Fuck, you're tight" Joe groaned, his hands gripping her hips as she began to move.
Her body rising and falling in a rhythm that felt both natural and intoxicating. "You feel so good, Beth."
She moaned, her head falling back as she rode him, her body moving with a confidence she hadn't known she possessed.
Joe's hands roamed her body, his touch sending sparks of pleasure through her, while his words fueled her desire.
"That's it, baby," he encouraged, his voice rough with need. "Take everything I have to give. You're mine, Beth. All mine."
Her walls clenched around him at his words, her body responding to his claim with a surge of pleasure.
She leaned forward, her breasts brushing his chest as she kissed him, their mouths moving in sync as their bodies moved together.
Joe's hands slid up her back, his fingers tangling in her hair as he pulled her closer, his kisses deepening as their passion escalated.
"I'm close," she panted, her body trembling on the edge of release. "Joe, I... I can't..."
"Cum for me, Beth," he urged, his hips thrusting upward, meeting her movements with a rhythm that pushed her over the edge. "Let go, darlin. Let me feel you fall apart."
Her orgasm crashed over her like a wave, her body shaking as she cried out his name, her walls tightening around him in a vice-like grip. 3
Joe followed, his release erupting as he thrust upward, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he filled her, his groans of pleasure mingling with hers.
In the aftermath, they lay entwined, their breaths coming in ragged gasps as they basked in the glow of their shared experience.
Beth rested her head on Joe's chest, her fingers tracing the scars on his skin, while his hand stroked her hair, his touch gentle and reassuring.
"That was…" she began, her voice soft and filled with wonder.
"Great," he finished for her, his lips brushing the top of her head.
She smiled, a sense of contentment washing over her. "I love you, Joe."
He stilled, his hand pausing in her hair as he looked down at her, his eyes searching hers. "Beth, I..."
Beth froze, tears forming in her eyes, "Love you." Beth relaxed into him.
Their confession hung in the air, a warm blanket wrapping around them as they lay in each other's arms.
The abandoned police station, had become their sanctuary, a place where their love had blossomed and deepened.
As they drifted off to sleep, their bodies still entwined, Beth knew that this was just the beginning.
Their story was far from over, and she couldn't wait to see what the future held for them.
In that moment, everything felt right. Everything felt perfect.
And as she closed her eyes, a smile playing on her lips, Beth knew that she had finally found her place...
Not in her sister's shadow, but in Joe's arms, where she belonged.
...
The night passed quickly, no attacks from the cultists. Some optimists wondering if they had been wiped out.
Joe woke up the next morning with Andrea laying on top of him. Beth was missing.
Joe slipped out of bed slowly and glanced over at the other cots in the room.
Clem was still curled up with Amy. Maggie hugging Emma with a peaceful expression.
Joe silently walked out of the room, making a quick round of the station to check on everyone.
Some early risers were already moving about quietly.
Joe approached Beth, who gained a warm smile when she saw him walking over. "Good morning, Joe."
Joe said, "Morning. You're up early."
Beth looked away, a slight blush on her face. She muttered, "It's your fault."
Joe didn't catch what she said, "Huh?"
Beth smiled, "Oh nothing..."
There was a pause in conversation before Beth offered to make him breakfast.
"Hungry? Want me to make you something?"
He nodded, "Yeah, thanks Libby."
Beth paused, "A nickname?"
Joe smirked, "I thought it suits you. Or would you prefer Liz?" Beth shook her head hurriedly, "No, I like it!"
In her haste she spoke quite loudly, drawing the attention of some others.
Daryl looking over for a second before rolling his eyes. 'Another one.'
...
Joe sat with Beth, quietly working through his breakfast of powdered eggs and corned beef hash.
He ate in silence, focused on the food, while Beth studied him with a soft little smile tugging at her lips.
She didn't even realize she was doing it until Maggie walked over and sat beside Joe.
Maggie kissed his cheek without hesitation, then glanced at her sister.
Beth's smile vanished. She gave Maggie a look, sharp and challenging.
Maggie returned it, neither willing to break first.
Joe caught the silent exchange, chewing slowly. He didn't say anything, though the weight of it sat heavy in the back of his mind.
The tension eased the moment Amy came over with Clementine in tow.
Amy had that effect.
Like a mediator, someone who could calm the storm before it started.
Around her, the other women seemed to behave, at least on the surface.
Without ceremony, Amy plopped down onto Joe's lap, her bright smile chasing away the awkwardness.
Joe's expression softened instantly. She kissed him quick, then stole his fork and helped herself to his plate.
Joe chuckled, kissing her cheek in return.
Across the table, Clementine watched them with wide eyes, still cautious around Joe.
She slid into a seat opposite him, hesitant but present.
Beth leaned forward, offering her a plate. "Here, sweetie."
Clem took it carefully, her voice quiet. "Thank you."
Beth's smile warmed. "No problem."
…
Breakfast passed in a blur.
One by one, the rest of the group stirred from their sleeping bags and makeshift beds, gathering what little they had.
Daryl and Rick approached Joe as he finished off his coffee.
"We should leave soon," Rick said, his voice low but firm. "Get the most out of daylight."
Joe nodded. "We'll leave in twenty."
Rick gave a curt nod and moved off to spread the word.
Daryl went the other way, toward Carol and Sophia, crouching down to help them pack.
Joe sat back for a moment, watching his people move, the camp buzzing with quiet efficiency.
Twenty minutes wasn't long, but in this world, it was all the time they could afford.