Body Heat

The mid-November rain was freezing cold. Each drop was like a shard of ice that stabbed at Beth Greene, robbing her of a just a little bit of warmth as it hit her skin. She looked to the sky. It was almost dark and the tumultuous clouds that covered the area were occasionally illuminated by lightning, just enough to reveal how deep the clouds were and how slowly they moved across the sky. This storm was here to stay for awhile.

The driving winds blew branches and fallen leaves across the ground. Wind moved through the trees making a low and mournful sound like the moans of a dying man, or perhaps the pain of a mother who had recently lost her child. Beth shivered so hard she could scarcely talk to her scavenging partner, Rick Grimes.

“We following the no travel after dark rule?”

He nodded, which didn’t surprise her. “In a storm like this we could run across anything out there. The dark is no place to try to deal with surprises, including walkers. We’ll take shelter in a house not far from here. We looted it last week. It’s got a fireplace and some wood inside. We’ll get you warmed up.”

Rick was concerned with how Beth shivered. Her lips had an unhealthy bluish tint. She needed to get dry and warm before she wound up sick.

“Gonna stop coming on runs and stick to caring for Judith?” he asked as they walked.

Beth shook her head. “I love Judith but I want to do more to provide for the community.”

Rick nodded. “I understand. I think Michonne is warming to he job. Carol also doesn’t mind taking a break from runs to look after her.”

Though Rick was loathe to use it, lest it draw attention from walkers, he flipped on the flashlight and used it to illuminate the path ahead. They were in some kind of grove. The house suddenly flashed into being, startling Beth. It had a frightful skeletal appearance that she didn’t like. She’d get over it, though. She needed to get dry.

“I should have worn my jacket with the hood,” she said, once they were inside. Her hair was dripping water into her eyes and she shoved it back off her forehead.

“I’ll start a fire,” said Rick. “You make sure all the windows are closed. See if any walkers got in.”

“You trust me with that job?” she said in genuine surprise. He nodded.

Feeling pleased, Beth took out her knife and explored the house. It had been relieved of anything useful by their people but it was also free of walkers. The house only had a single floor. Curtains had been hung up to the kitchen entrance, and the door to a small den had been firmly shut, probably by squatters to keep the heat confined to the living room as much as possible.

When she returned to the living room she saw there was only a single log on the fire.

“Out of wood,” he said. “This will have to do.”

Beth knelt beside the fire, such as it was, but it was pitifully unequal to the task of warming her front, much less the entire room.

“I’ll check out back. There was a cord of wood on the back porch,” he said.

Beth was disappointed to see that he returned empty-handed.

“Gone?”

“Yep. Looted.”

Beth settled down as close to the hearth as she could manage while Rick scoured for something else that could be burned. When he returned with a chair he dismantled it and put the pieces in the fire. Soon it was glowing brightly and Beth could finally feel some warmth on her face and chest, but she doubted it would be enough to dry her.

“I have a suggestion,” Rick said. “I don’t want to embarrass you with it.”

“If it’s to get warm I’m all ears.”

“We could take our clothes off and lie under a blanket I found in the bedroom. We could hang our clothes in front of the fire to dry. That should keep us warm.”

The idea of getting naked with Rick made Beth’s cheeks warm with embarrassment but she was cold enough to agree to it. Body heat would warm them and allow them to get some rest.

“Okay.”

Rick busied himself with dragging the full-sized mattress from the bedroom to the living room and putting it as close to the hearth as possible while Beth undressed. He threw a couple of pillows onto the bed when it was down. She stood shivering in the cold living room while Rick held up the blanket.

“Okay, get in.”

She obeyed and slipped under the blanket. It was a summer weight quilt that offered little in the way of warmth on its own, but once Rick was under with her Beth was sure it would help keep their body heat in.

She paid Rick the same courtesy of not looking while he pulled his clothes off. She couldn’t believe the situation they were in. Rick was a grown man, in his late thirties or early forties, she wasn’t sure. He wasn’t a boy like the ones she’d ever had skin-to-skin contact with, but a real man. He had muscles, chest hair, and a beard. He also had a noticeable bulge in his briefs, something Jimmy and Zach had not had unless they were hard, and she knew Rick wasn’t. She wondered how big he’d get if…

Beth clamped down on such thoughts. They were only doing this to keep from freezing and catching their death of cold, which was a distinct possibility in these times.

When Rick finished undressing he slid under the blanket and put his body flush against hers. She could feel his manhood against her ass and her entire body flushed with heat from embarrassment. She was getting wet, and that feeling only intensified when Rick wrapped an arm around her. His breath was hot and even on her neck. It was slow and steady, proof he wasn’t aroused by her, while her breath was a struggle to control. She coughed, trying to cover her efforts not to pant.

What’s wrong with me? This is Rick for God’s sake.

Being under the blanket with his body flush against hers was the strangest experience she’d ever had. She tried to get comfortable, tried to adjust her body so that she got his body heat without pressing against him too much, but no matter what she did she couldn’t settle down.

“Beth, please,” Rick finally said. He leaned up on one elbow and looked down at her. “What’s wrong? Something poking at you?”

Beth burst into a fit of uncontrollable giggles. Rick seemed to realize what he’d said and actually blushed. She’d seen Rick do amazing things, kill walkers and people alike, fight, protect and provide for their entire community. She wouldn’t have thought him capable of blushing but he was.

“That’s not what I meant,” he said with a slight smile.

“I know.”

That moment of levity put Beth at ease. She turned back over and Rick once again placed himself against her, this time trying to keep his crotch from ‘poking’ at her. As soon as she lay down she felt a spring punch through the material and scrape at her hip so she moved back, right up against Rick. She wasn’t consciously thinking about the effect the friction would have on him as she tried to move away from the offending little piece of metal.

“Beth…”

“Just a second. There’s a wire or something.”

She wiggled some more. The damn thing seemed to chase her.

“Beth…”

“Almost got it. Hang on. Scoot back a little.”

She rubbed her ass right up against him and that’s when she realized: Rick was hard as rock. She turned over and saw his eyes were squeezed shut. There were veins standing out in his neck.

“Rick?”

“I’m sorry. It’s just…you were rubbing up against me and…”

The wetness between Beth’s legs intensified. She felt her panties moisten in ways that had nothing to do with the rainwater that had gotten into them.

“I feel funny,” she said. “Fluttery, low in my belly.”

She’d had sex once with Jimmy. That was the only time in her life she’d ever had sex and his hands and his mouth hadn’t managed to put this feeling in her belly, or this needy ache in her pussy, the same way just lying next to this man did. She’d never gotten this wet, either, for anyone or anything. Rick, just by being there, smelling like a man, with his manly body, his beard, and that mature face, had her heart racing and her thighs soaked and her pussy aching to have him inside of her.

Instinct took over. Beth reached out and ran her hand over Rick’s heavy, hardened length. He hissed and opened his eyes.

“Beth,” he said, trying to scold her but failing miserably because his voice was choked with lust and need.

“I want to feel you,” she said.

“We can’t,” he said, weakly pushing her hand away. He tried to roll his hips away from her but she ran her hand up the flat plane of his belly and up to his chest.

“Why?  I’m old enough to know what I want.”

“This ain’t right.”

“We’re two adults. It’s nobody’s business but ours. Nobody will know if you don’t tell. I won’t tell.”

She pulled her bra off, hoping that if he saw her naked he’d cave.

“I won’t tell.”

She pressed her lips to his. He pushed her away.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for.”

“I did it with Jimmy once. I’m not a virgin.”

“No, you don’t…”

Sex with a teenage boy would be a very different experience than sex with a man. He knew that. She didn’t.

“You’re too…young…”

He couldn’t pull his eyes away from her exposed tits. They were small and tipped in pretty pink nipples that were hard and bigger than he expected them to be. He was caving. He was giving in. He wasn’t going to be able to resist. He’d gone too long without sex and now he was  almost completely naked in a bed with a horny young woman who wanted him.

“Fuck,” he grunted, when she pressed one of his hands against her tits.

Beth’s kisses were slow, her lips soft and wet, and he opened his mouth to deepen the kiss. Before he could think it over he’d rolled atop her and was yanking her panties down. It wasn’t like he hadn’t thought of fucking Beth before. He’d thought of all the women at the prison at least once while beating off in his cell. He’d never intended to act on it, though.

Now, here he was, rolling his tongue around Beth Greene’s clit. She was moaning loudly. He’d be concerned if there wasn’t the pounding rain, howling wind, and crashes of lightning. He lapped thirstily at her, tasting her, slipping his fingers deep inside.

“Oh, God!” she cried. Her thighs were quivering and her hips were lifting off the bed. She called out his name as she orgasmed. Sweat gleamed on her skin. She was definitely warm now.

He got up on his knees and pulled Beth up to his aching erection and pushed slowly inside. Her body was pliant and gave at once, accepting him inside of her. A slightly pained expression crossed her face and he halted, giving her time to adjust to his girth and length. When the pained look softened into one of pleasure he began to move.

She was virginally tight at first, but the more aroused she became the more she loosened to accept him. He had her legs in his arms, his hands on her thighs, but she still lifted to match his thrusts. Soon they were both grunting and moaning as they fucked hard and fast, her mumbling his name, driving up the tension inside until he could stand it no longer. He had the presence of mind to pull out last minute and come onto her belly. There was so much of it. More than he’d ever seen himself produce in his life.

.

In the morning Rick and Beth dressed without a word of what had happened between them the night before. It wasn’t until they’d found their way back to the truck and loaded their goods inside that Beth broached the subject.

“Our secret,” she said.

“Yeah.”

“We gonna do it again?”

“No,” he said.

There was a quiver in his voice that made Beth smirk slightly. She had no doubts in her mind.

They’d be doing it again.