Chapter One - Part One - Before The End

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Harrison Memorial Hospital

A Couple of Weeks Later

Its been weeks since Rick's arrival. Things at the hospital have been about the same. You have been seeing alot of Officer Walsh lately. He comes in everyday to see Rick Grimes. And everyday he comes in, he looks more grim.

Today seems like no exception. Like clockwork, Officer Walsh is here to check himself as a visitor almost the same time, every time he comes here. You watch as Officer Walsh walks into Rick's room, looking more..optimistic? Hope can be seen within his eyes a mile away. This surprises you because you have yet to see him look so..hopeful.

He enters the room chest high and flowers in hand, closing the door behind him. As you being the doctor looking in, seeing loved ones keep hope in very unfortunate situations, always seems to help keep you going in this profession. They count on you to treat and/or cure their hospitalized loved ones. Keep them going so they may live, walk, ride, enjoy life once again. In a way, you had their lives in your hands.

However, after about 10-20 minutes, Officer Walsh walks out of the room, looking put out. Like, all the faith and belief and hope got knocked right out of him. You stare as him as he rushes out of the hallway, tears threatening to sting his eyes.

You look at the clock, hoping it's time for you to clock out and the next doctor will take over.

Before you know it, you're off duty. You smile at all your colleagues, thanking them for all their work. You swiftly put your doctor's coat away and change into a more casual wear. You grab your belongings and swiftly catch up with Officer Walsh. However, by the time you get to the waiting room, he's no longer there. Determined, you rush out and in no time, see him walking around the hospital.

"Officer Walsh!" You say, waving up your hand, trying to get his attention as you jog towards him. He turns to look behind him and huffs when he realizes it's Dr. [F/n] [L/n]. It's almost hard to recognize you without your work appearance.

She's much cuter in shit other than the Doctor crap. Shane has nothing against Doctors, but this one in particular..just made him feel..odd. Weird, very hard to explain. You catch up to him and smile. Genuinely this time. It took him aback. All he's gotten from you are disgusted arrogant looks and "hmpfs". Wonder what she wants.

"Ah, Dr. [L/n]...pleasure seein' ya," he says with his back flopped forward, running his fingers through his hair. He usually greets her with a sarcastic remark but this time, he seems so drained. Eyes puffy from crying and lack of sleep.

"I can say the same." You say walking besides him. It's silent between you both. Suddenly, you chime, "call me [F/n]."

He stops and looks at you, puzzled, "[F/n]...?" He says, rolling your name off his tongue. You flush, looking the other way. It's very awkward when people say your name. Especially, ones who always refer to her as Dr. [L/n]. "Well," he says, turning to face her, "Nice to meet'ya, [F/n]. Name's Shane." He holds out his hand a true introduction and you look at his hand, then at him and for the first time, your eyes meet. Actually seeing one another. Not under stress, or under the eyes of co-workers. No disgust or malice. Just new found passion between the two of you. He never noticed how big and doey your eyes are. A beautiful [E/c] color. They shined a glittery spark, a spark he suddenly felt inside his chest.

You smile, genuinely again and reach your hand out to his and shake it, neither of you taking your eyes from each other. He returns the genuine smile, cheeks suddenly becoming flushed from your longing gaze. You part hands, both with a little hint of embarrassment. "Hey, you wanna grab a drink? I'd say we could both use one. You type look like shit." He chuckles."Type..?" He questions with an amused smile.

"What? Its the lingo these days!" You pout, laughing right alongside with him. Realizing now that there is quite a significant age gap between the two of you. After his laugh, his eyes gives off a sort of glint when he looks at you, "yeah, sure as shit could use one."

"Alright, come on." You respond, suddenly hooking your arm around his, smiling softly. He clears his throat, looking down at you. You're looking forward, eyes closed with content as you lead Shane towards the downtown area. No car, just the two of you on foot. He's not really sure how to take this. You're definitely acting a lot different than when you first met. Though, you can say the same for him.

[F/n] however, is a pretty hands on kind of person. And by hands on, that means you are always a willing participant. Always able to get your way. Some would say you’re, "easy". [F/n], doesn't look at it like that. Though, it's more and fully true about men. Men are the easy ones.

However, you enjoy touching men. You love when men touch you. You enjoy the chase they give when they want you. You love being and becoming the obsession. Whether it be all or but one. Being a bachelorette, you love being the center of attention. How you love how they feel around your fingers, their tight..big..muscles, wrapping you up in an embrace. They make you feel like such a slut, but you love the term because that's exactly what you are. You know it but you'll never admit it. Even though, you fuck with yourself more than anybody else, it's all love. Men fuck you in other ways that you just can't do yourself.

"[F/n]. [F/n]!" Shane's voice rings through your ears as you blink and look up at him. Not realizing how flushed and lust filled your face looks. You're slightly dazed out, enough that Shane can take notice of your cheeky smile. Woah, she looks kina hot when her face looks like that..and why the hell is she looking at me like that..? Like, shes asking to be fucked right now...Shane thinks to himself.

"[F/n]!!" He raises his voice and you shake your head. Promptly letting go of Shane's arm and smacking your cheeks.

"Whew!" You say, now just walking ahead. Acting as if, you didn't just give him 'fuck me' eyes. He quickly follows after you, curiosity getting the better of him.

"Why..did your face look all...?" He couldn't think of a word without offending the up-tight woman. You shrug, "I don't know what you're talking about." You reply, acting completely oblivious. Your eyes light up when you finally reach the bar you wanted to go to. "Here we are."

"Oh, yeah, I know this place." Shane says, lifting his head upwards, reading the sign of the building. "Come on, slowman," [F/n] laughs, already heading inside and grabbing a chair at the bar. He huffs and walks in after you, "what's up with this dam, woman?" Shane mumbles to himself.

You pat the seat next to you and smile brightly, eyes shining. His heart flutters a little when you flash a toothy grin at him. He clears his throat once more and takes the seat next to you. "What're gettin'?" You ask, your southern accent pushing through your etiquette voice, he just now noticed you had. “Screwdriver~” He says nonchalantly, staring into your face with piercing dark brown eyes. Flashing something. Something messy. You knew what that was. What he was trying to do. It's so hot. He's trying to flirt with you. Talking about dicking you down.

You squish your legs together, feeling the sensation of being used makes your heart race as you flag down a bartender. “A Screwdriver and a..[F/a], please." Your southern accent was much more attractive than the voice you used for work or professional settings.

"I..didn' know ya had an accent. So, you'r from round here, then?" He asks, with a southern accent of his own. You nod, as the bartender is quick with the drinks and places them in front of the pair. You quickly grab your drink with a straw sticking out from it and your eyes dart around the bar as you press your lips against the straw. Shane watches intently as you squeeze your lips together around the straw and suck. The harsh liquid can be seen going through the straw and into your mouth as you swallow.

At the same time, Shane lifts his glass and puts it to his lips. Taking a huge swig of his drink, he continues to observe the way your [L/c] llips move around, not noticing that [F/n] is now intently watching him as well. You can't help but watch his adams apple fluctuate as he drinks from his glass.

Shane doesn't believe he's watched someone so hard before, but his eyes were locked onto you every movement. He could feel himself becoming hot as his mind began to throw sexual thoughts and images into his brain. The best doctor around, sucking off his cock. What could be any cooler?

Suddenly, their eyes meet.

You both don't advert your eyes, giving signals that they could be thinking the same thing. I wanna pounce..Shane puts his drink down as a little stream of alcohol drips down his chin. Noticing this, you take your lips off the straw and lean in close to him. Closer than he was when he stopped you for the first time. Your soft lips are close to his, being able to feel your breath as you say, "ya got screwdriver comin' down your chin.." Fuck...that accent.

You take your finger, smirking, and start straight at the base of his neck. You trace up to his adams apple, adding a slight use of your long pretty manicured nail as you scrape against it. He shivers inside of himself, trying to keep a cool face so you don't read him. Read into his mind, that you're all there. That he feels sort of..attracted to you.

However, [F/n] can read him no matter how hard he tries. This is part of your secret. A talent, if you may. You've done this many times. Tease them up and they eat right out of your hand, but you aren't done just yet. Now using your nail, you trace passed his adams apple with a glint of seduction in your eyes. He hums in satisfaction, feeling the vibration coming through his throat.

He loves the way your eyes pierce into him. Like blades, or your nails. You then, press your fingernail a little deeper into his skin, leaving a long red trail on his pale neck. His breath hitches as a grunt escapes his lips, and his heart begins to beat faster. He's never felt like this before. Especially someone he just basically met. Fuck, he wants to eat you up. You really out here getting him all fucked in the head. He's usually the one doing this. Fucking with their heads so they crave more of him. It's interesting being on the other side. You've got him where you want him and he knew that.

Finally, reaching his chin, you rub your finger over the substance, clearing it and taking your finger to your mouth to lick over the liquid. He watches you, seeing peaks of your pink tongue wrap around your finger is driving him crazy. A bulge begins forming in his pants when you stop and 'pops' your finger out of your mouth. Shit..she's fuckin’ hot..!

"Mm, tastes a lot sweeter for some reason~" she cooes to him. The bulge in his pants feels tight. It hurt his penis as the fabric from his boxers rub densely against his large shaft. God, i want to take these fucking things off! He shifts in his seat, trying to keep his bulge from becoming any more hard than it is right now.

You notice that he seems to be uncomfortable. Oops, usually your secret can be pretty straightforward, which is why you do it to men who you know can handle a woman like you, "are you okay?" You ask, being polite.

He nods, "uh..yeah. Yeah, I'm good. I just..." His eyes shift around the bar to find an excuse. Evidently, the restroom comes into view. He can just take care of this himself, can he get by people without his bulge becoming tonight's star? He looks around, the bar isn't full and he is wearing black pants. Suddenly, he feels [F/n] rest your hand on his thigh, causing his penis to go into maximum drive. He stands up quickly, "gotta use the john real quick." He says as calm as he can, before taking off to the bathroom. [F/n] watches him and laughs, ordering herself another drink before downing her [F/a].

Once he reaches the bathroom, heading inside but stops slightly when he realizes it's a public bathroom.

Twitch, twitch. "Agh..~" He moans softly. He doesn't have a choice, so he rushes inside the farthest stall and slams it shut. He unzips his pants and pulls out his rock hard cock. He breathes out deeply as it twitches violently. He looks down at his penis with a pink face, "Shit, why are ya actin' like you've never seen a bitch before~? Over some cunt~?" He says, now feeling defeated, the twitching and aching won't stop unless he got rid of it himself.

"What...the fuck did you..do to me, Dr. [L/n]~? Oohh~" He moans softly to himself as he grabs the base of his cock and begins to stroke it. His pulsing veins told him, he needed this. He needed this so bad. His eyes shut as images of [F/n] rushed through his mind. Your beautiful [B/s] breasts..so full. Faster. He imagined himself wrapping his tongue around your nipples, squeezing and suckling on them. More~ [F/n] moaning out cute little mews to his touch. He can almost hear them.

His breath is raspy as he softly moans to himself. Consistent strokes, thinking about [F/n] has his head all fuzzy. He wishes you could be in here with him. Tasting his cock, getting it all sloppy. Having dirty public sex. He'd tongue you down right after too. "Aahh~" he moans out. His euphoria reaching heights its never met before, his eyes roll back. He's close, so close.

"Mm, tastes a lot sweeter~" "oohh fuck~"

That's it. All it took were those words to ring through his thoughts again. Your lips moving and making that 'popping' sound when you pull your finger out of your mouth. It truly drove him crazy. He thrusts his hips forwards, letting his seed gush out of his throbbing member. His penis twitches as it lets as much of his semen as it can.

Who knew feeling like this could actually be possible. Or that someone could make him feel this way, in general. His body is quivering. He should hurry out of here before someone sees that he roped the toilet in his babies. He fixes himself up and tucks his junk back into his boxers. Shuffling quickly out of the bathroom.

"Hey.." he says breathless, running his fingers through his hair. He gulps as you flash the same toothy grin that got his heart jumping before.

"Welcum back~" you say, your voice lowering slightly. He looks at you, eyes as big as saucers. You draw his attention towards the shots on the table. Before you can see his astonished face, he looks away. Grabbing a shot and chugging it down, trying to rid himself of the stain you have already left on him.

"Woah, did something happen in the bathroom or something?" You ask with a smirk.

He shoots his head towards your direction, this time though, you're looking straight at him with a smirk. "N-nothin'! Just drink or am I gonna by myself?" He says chugging another shot.

"Nah, a lady never let's someone drink alone. Only common courtesy." You say, grabbing a shot and chugging it.

He shouldn't be surprised by your southern hospitality considering you did confirm that you were, in fact, from King County, but he is. You're so uptight to him that you don't even seem to be from around here.

"So, when you said you were from 'round here..like, did you actually grow up here?" He asks, eyebrows rising in curiosity.

[F/n] face is turning a slight pink. Not from embarrassment but from drinking. You are a hard ass but alcohol can always get the best of you. You lift your finger and nod vigorously. "Yes, I am. Though, I left the state to go to college at Harvard Medical School." You says, your drunken head held high, clearly too drunk to be humble.

He scoffs at you, but this time, laughing at your ego and how you're too drunk to hide it. "Impressive." Shane says, "I'm sure the professors just loooved having you as a student~" he cooes.

[F/n] eyes squint, clearly what he said, not saying going past you. "You better not be implying that I slept my way through college?" You hiss, pointing your finger in his face. Your sharp nail digging into his nose. He bats your hand away, "I'm just kiddin', damn, sweetheart. You'r so feisty~" he cooes again, his face becoming slightly pink as well. Yup, he's also drunk. His cooing causes [F/n] to visibly blush. You roll your eyes and grab another shot.

"Shut up and take this shit with me." You say, pushing a shot over to him. "I already caught up to ya. So, you gotta now."

He smirks at your toothy grin. Looking at your teeth when you do. They're sharp, like daggers. Mm, bite me~

"Yeah, I'm gonna." He says, playfully mocking you. Grabbing the shot between his fingers, you hold up your glass.

"The start of something new~" You say, smiling wide with your lips parted. He blushes slightly and not because of his drunkness, though it definitely helped to hide it. He reaches up and clinks glasses to your toast. After, you both down the shots together.

Feeling pretty toasty now, the [F/n] grumbles, "fuuuck, if I wasn't drunk before, I sure as shit am now." You say, able to keep yourself from slurring. You hold your head, and then stretch. Shane stretches as well, but stands up to do so. You point towards the door, "I type wanna get outta here. Got 'nother hotspot, if you wanna..ya know, tag along." You suggest standing up too.

Shane thinks about it for a second. Doesn't he have to work tomorrow? Uh, he can't remember. He hasn't really kept track of time since Rick was put into the hospital. His work understands and lets him take time when he “needs'' to. "Dontcha gotta work?" Shane asks you.

You shrug, "Harverd prepares ya fer many things n' on' those many things is, lack of sleep. Bein' able to work under extreme amounts of lack of sleep and stress trains ya, really."

"Well, I can't argue with that. Fuck it! Let's fuckin' goooo!" He shouts, raising his fist in the air.

"Yeah! Let's fuck it up!" You shout as well. You leave the bar, the door slamming shut behind you both as ya'll walk drunkenly through the town. Laughing and holding onto each other, helping one another walk the streets. "Oh man, you're so fucking crazy!" [F/n] says laughing loudly.

"Yeah, I can be a wild one." Shane says laughing as well.

"We'll see how wild you are~" [F/n] hics a little, and points upwards. "We're here!" You say, dragging him by his arm and pulling him inside.

He doesn't reject you pulling as you lead him straight into the club. When they enter the club, the music is blasting so loudly that Shane swears the building is jumping, literally. He can see [F/n] start to move your body a little, going with the beat as you walk down a hall. The lights were neon and people were partying or making out. Now, as a cop, especially a Deputy to the sheriff, going into a places filled with drugs isn't something they usually get involved with, but he has other plans. Nothing that involves work, for sure.

You suddenly stop and pull him into a corner, already lighting a blunt filled with marijuana. He grabs your hand and looks at you seriously, "what the hell do you think you're doin?" He asks, his cop side coming through. You scoff and yanks your hands away from him.

"Look officer, I'm tryna have fun! If you're gonn' be sqaure, then fuck off elsewhere." You say bluntly. This catches him off guard. He supposes he is being a downer but he could lose his job if they find out he's done drugs or even step foot into a place with drugs. He stares at you as you light the blunt. The lighter shines onto your face as he continues to watch you take a deep inhale of the blunt and blow out the smoke from between your plush lips. You then, hold the blunt out to him after taking a few hits yourself. "Com' on. No one is goin' to find out, I promise." You say, confidently.

Your confidence is what makes him want to open up, and even put his job at risk. He takes the blunt and casually puts it to his lips, inhaling as [F/n] does a little bit more dancing. Swaying your hips into circles, he watches you as the high starts getting to his head making him light headed.

He hands the blunt back to you and you take hits of it again. However, out of nowhere a person with blue-light make up and an exposing amount of skin, shows up behind them holding out a tray. "Care for the usual, Ms. [L/n]?" The sexily costumed woman asks with a cheeky smile on her face.

"God, this place knows me so well." You say, grabbing two pills off the tray. [F/n] takes out a twenty dollar bill out from between your cleavage and hands it to the woman. She holds money in her bra? Shane thinks to himself. How influential is this woman? She smiles widely and bows a little, "thank you, Ms. [F/n]. We always enjoy having you." You nod and usher the lady away. Shane raises an eyebrow.

"Was that...?"

"Yup. A 'fun' hostess. You may not know, but I'm a very well known customer here. V.I.P actually. They appreciate me as I'm of value to them." You say, popping one of the pills into your mouth.

Shane looks concerned, doing drugs right in front of him. You're bold, "you're doin' drugs right in front of a cop. You aren't worried that I'll call up the station n" bust this place?"

You shoot him a sharp glare, "do that and this place won't let up on chasin' you. You'll be dead within a week." You scoff, humming with the pill still dissolving on your tongue.

"How would they even know it was me, if I did do it?" He asks, eyes raised.

You swallow and laugh at his question, "well because I'd tip them off about you, of course." You say, smiling darkly.

He gulps, seeing you turn so..scary. Saying such malicious things, threatening to get him killed. Shes fucking intense...You hold out your hand with the other pill in it, "take it." You say.

"I don't know.." he slurs, staring at the pill in your hand.

"Here, lemme help ya~" you say, softly. Leaning up to him.

"What are you-"

His words get cut off, when you slip the pill on your tongue and kiss Shane deeply. His eyes widen when you push his mouth open forcefully with your tongue and slips the pill into his mouth. To keep him from swallowing too early, [F/n] plays with his tongue. Swirling your tongue around his. You watch as his eyes flutter backwards, giving into the forced kiss. His tongue now also swirling and playing with yours.

Once the pill dissolves, [F/n] backs up and watches as the Shane before this melts away and is replaced with a doey legged man. "Come on, let's dance." You say, excitedly.

Shane doesn't protest, allowing you to take him to the dance floor. His mind is fuzzy and everything seemed...brighter. Hotter. Wetter. He looks at [F/n] who leads him to the center of the dance floor. You begin to sway your hips around. Hooking your hands through your hair as you move your body to the rhythm. Shane watches you getting comfortable dancing with the rest of the people. He stares at you, lights flashing over your figure. Almost puts him in a trance by a rattlesnake. The way your body is moving, rolling to the music, it made him feel really hot and all he wanted to do was join you. Feel your body on his. You rock your hips and move your feet.

He begins to start dancing. You notice that he's opening up and leans against him, dancing provocatively on him. Grinding on his hips as he takes no time and puts his hands on your waist. You move your hips left to right, on his pelvis. You hold down his hands on your hips as you turn around to face him. He notices that your [B/s] breasts bounce on your chest to the music. Your buttoned down shirt was slightly open at the top and progressively becoming more undone. Your shirt now showing massive cleavage. He can even see your lacy [F/c] bra between the folds of your warping [F/c] blouse, there sat the money you used to give to the hostess earlier. Ugh..i feel kind of horny again. And watching [F/n] dance around with her boobs popping out certainly isn't helping. She's so dirty. She's a doctor, yet look at her dance like she was a stripper. What a slut~

He grips your hips tightly and starts grinding along with you. You turn around, flip your hair, and looks back at him when you bend over. This makes Shane grumble in his throat as you give him the same toothy grin but with an added smirk mixed in. Shane couldn't help himself anymore, he wants to taste you again. He needs to taste you again. He turns [F/n] around to face him and smashes his drunken, drugged up lips on yours. [F/n] takes no time and wrap your arm around his neck, deepening the kiss. Tongues swirling around each other, the room around them gets really heated all of a sudden.

"Wanna get out of here~?" He whispers in your ear, sweating slightly from the heat of others bouncing off of them. You shiver, feeling as though giving him a taste would make him crave you more. That's exactly what you want. You don't say anything and take Shane's hand and walk him outside of the club.

"Take me to your place~" You wrap your arm around his neck.

"Of course, darlin'~" He says, leading you to his house somewhere close to the town. All the while walking there, he kept teasing and flirting, touching and messing around with you. So drugged up and drunk off your asses, [F/n] would lean into him quite a bit. Your breasts pressed against his arm and he couldn't keep his hands off you. Touching and rubbing your waist and thighs, brushing against your nipples as he plays with your open buttoned up blouse. "Fuck~ Your' so hot, baby~" Shane blurts out into your ear, you moans softly in response, "Aahh~ Your' so dirty, out in public like this~"

He nibbles on your ear, "were close to my place~ Won't be long~ Don’worry baby~" he says, in a low tone. He continues teasing you as they eventually end up at his place. He stops and points, face bundled in your neck as his arms wrap around your waist, "this the place." You hum as he leads you into his home.

The second that door closed, Shane grabs [F/n] face and quite literally slams his lips onto yours. He forces your mouth open as the kiss becomes sloppy and heavy very quickly. His mind is very dazed out and his body is moving on its own but one thing he is sure, is the beating of his heart. The way it feels beyond all the drugged lust for this woman was..weird.

Drools seeps down his chin as you moan into his mouth, wrapping your other arm around his neck. You both have your eyes closed, tonguing each other down as drool now falls down your chin, streaming down your opened blouse and exposed cleavage. "Mmmm~" Moaning into his mouth as he grabs two hand fulls of her [A/s] ass and squeezes tightly.

He breaks the kiss suddenly, and whispers in your ear breathless, "I want you, Dr. [L/n]~"

[F/n] blushes when he calls you by your doctor name. He notices you blushing and flashes you a toothy smirk of his own, "I want you too~" you coo at him, rubbing your legs together, blushing hard. "I-Im s' hot, S-Shane~"

A growl erupts from his throat when you suddenly start to act innocent, playing with your blouse and looking up at him with your big doey [E/c] eyes. Your accent now bleeding through every word you say. He grabs your arm and brings you upstairs to his room. He then, throws you onto his bed and slams the door shut with his foot as he starts to unbutton his shirt. "Strip for me~" he says in a husky dark tone.

You, unable to get rid of your blush, do what he says. Slowly unbuttoning the rest of your blouse, as it falls onto the bed. Your [B/s] boobs in your bra was almost too much for him. Shane's memeber starts to twitch in his jeans like it did back at the bar. Just a little longer and he'll be eating out of that pussy in no time. He throws his shirt to the floor. "Paaaaants~" He says, almost in a sing song type of way.

You huff slightly and figured it was time to take matters into your own hands. You start to unbutton the top part of your pants until suddenly...you pounce onto Shane and knock him to the floor. You smirk and show him your famous toothy grin that always seemed to make Shane melt. You take your hands and slide down his chest until your face is leveled with his hard cock.

"Ohoohh~ Your' rock fuckin' solid, arentcha'~" You say, rubbing your cheek against his hardened, twitching shaft. The touch of someone other than his own, makes him flinch. "Babyyy, don't worry~ Mummi will take care of you~" He blushed fully not even caring if you see his bright red cheeks and she did.

"F-fuck, w-wait..~" Shane says, looking down at you. You snicker at something that sounded like a plea and put your teeth to his hidden cock. He can feel the sharpness of your k-9s scraping against him. Your tooth digging slightly into his pants and pricking him. Shane is startled by this and opens his mouth to spit something, but quickly retracts when he realizes that you're actually going to bite down on his dick.

You chuckle darkly, removing your teeth. "Mhm, that's what I thought~" you coo, as you unzip his pants and pulls them down along with his boxers and they sit around his ankles. He groans from his cock being freed from his ever increasingly tight spaced jeans. You give him a cheeky smile as he begins to pant and throw his head back as it makes a soft plush sound when it hits the carpet beneath him.

The drug you gave him starts to hit him hard. The carpet, now felt like a cloud. He also felt like he was floating. You grip his throbbing cock in both of your hands, causing Shane to moan out from your tight grip. "I gotta say...~" she growls, "you'r packin', Officer Walsh~" You sing his name, and he just grunts rhymically in response as you begin to pump his sensitive penis at a steady pace.

"Aaahhhh~ Ooh~ Fnnn~" He moans biting his bottom lip. He may be high but he's never moaned loud like this. He didn't want to give you more satisfaction of hearing him either. "Aww, com' on, Officer~ Mooooaaan for me~" You say, with lust laced in every word as you simulate how you wanted him to sound when you say “moan.” Teasing and trying to coax him into singing a little. His eyes flutter backwards as your moan rings through his ears, "Nnghhhaa~" he basically does on command. The drug intensifying the full feeling in his body. Everything felt ten times better and his body starts to shake.

Up and down, twisting and stroking. The way your hands worked his hard cock made his mind see stars. He couldn't hold it any longer. He's so close, it's almost painful how good you feel just by using your hands. "M-mouth...~" He moans. [F/n] laughs at his demanding, and slowly loses the pace you've so done well to keep up, becoming inconsistent. His eyes widen and yanks his heavy head back up to look at you. You smirk, showing your teeth. He knew exactly what you wanted him to do. Demanding like that.."Well, well, well~ I should've known you'r demeanor would get the best f' ya'~ usin that voice for demandin’, instead of singin~" she cooes.

"N-no! Your hands r' nuff~" he says with a raspy voice, all choked up from being pleasured so finely. She knew that was probably going to be the best she gets out of him. "Alrigh', I'll help you this one time~"

She starts pumping him once again. Twisting and gripping. Just to be nice and to please herself, she leans up and a drip of saliva drops from her tongue, moistening his cock, he throws his head back again. Dark brown eyes rolling backwards as he, breaths heavily, moaning. "Oohh~ Saive~ I'm gonna cum~!"

"Are ya gon' cum for me~?" Saive asks, going faster with every motion. She's breathless as well. Watching Shane get off this bad, made her drunk on lust. Sweaty and strong, huffing and moaning. He's a work of art, "shanee~" she moans, giving into her own desire and uses her tongue against his tip. Swirling and and wrapping her tongue around. Slurping and drooling. Shane was being sent over.

"Fuuck yess~!! Fu-!I'm cummin'~!" He bites his bottom lip as he cums hard onto her tongue. All his pent up juices all over her dirty fucking mouth. He had to get a peak even through his euphoria, he forces his eyes open and takes a snapshot of Saive. Tongue out, hot cum leaking from his freshly drained cock and dripping down her lips. Yeah, he needed to see that image of Saive. She even waits there for a few second for him to catch on.

"Fuck, Saive~" B-baby~ Fuck~" His eyes begin to feel heavy. He blinks, trying to keep himself awake. You kiss him hard, "just ride it, Shane." She says, her voice fading out as Shane passes out on his floor.

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