A/N: This story takes place in an AU in which the prison didn’t fall to the Governor. I wanted to make that clear to cut down on confusion when you read this.
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For the second time that week Maggie Greene found herself in the middle of an intense argument between two people. They were from Woodbury, or a new member of the community, which was always the case. Any time a fistfight got started it was between the Woodbury people, or someone from Woodbury trying to start something with one of, what she and the original group to escape the farm called, ‘the family.’ It was extremely rare for someone from Woodbury to throw a punch at one of the family since they understood that the prison had belonged to them long before the Woodbury people, or the new members, were brought in.
“Fritz,
Danny, stop it!” she shouted, trying to pull two men apart who were now
wrestling on the ground. “Stop, damn it!”
One of the
men, Danny, attempted to throw a punch and it missed Fritz, grazing Maggie
instead. It was just luck she hadn’t taken the hit full-on. When she stood
back, holding her smarting mouth, Danny hesitated and that cost him a solid
punch to the face. Fed up, Maggie walked around to get the right angle and then
kicked the man on top, Fritz, across the jaw. He rolled to the side,
unconscious, and Danny got up, also holding his mouth.
“Maggie,
I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to hit you.”
“You
shouldn’t have been hitting anybody!”
“What the
hell is going on here?”
Rick was
now approaching, and Danny took on the appearance of a schoolboy whose misdeeds
had landed him the unwanted attention of the principal and not just a teacher.
That pissed Maggie off. He wouldn’t respect her but he’d respect to Rick, who
now looked at Maggie’s bleeding lip.
“I did
that by accident,” Danny confessed, when Rick turned a blazingly angry glare on
him.
“I don’t
care if it was an accident. You had no business fighting to begin with!” Rick
scolded. “This is your second fight since you got here two months ago. You’re
starting to make me regret letting you in here.”
Danny
paled visibly. “He was in my face, talking shit.”
“Then you
should have reported him instead of throwing down with him. Get up, Fritz,”
Rick said, toeing him with his boot.
Fritz
moaned, somewhat theatrically. Maggie was sure he’d been awake for a while now.
He was strange and annoying, always playing games, acting as though he took
nothing seriously, especially authority.
“Get the
fuck up, quit with the show,” Rick said. “I’ve had it with both of you.
Especially you, Fritz. I’m putting you both in lockdown for three days. You’ll
be given water, no food.”
Both men
blanched.
“Yeah,
that’s right,” said Rick. “I’m not giving you a fucking vacation here. It’s a
punishment. I won’t feed two men who aren’t working and contributing to the community. Water, no food. Three days. If you don’t like it, there’s the fucking
door. Got anything to say about it?”
Both men
shook their heads. Fritz wasn’t playing games now, Maggie was satisfied to see.
Rick was motioning for Tyreese to come over. The big man strode toward them, a
sledgehammer thrown as casually over his massive shoulder as any other man
might carry a jacket. She felt, not for the first time, a warmth spread through
her belly at the sight of him.
Maggie
loved Glenn with all her heart but she wasn’t blind and she wasn’t old, either.
Tyreese wasn’t just sweet and gentle, he was sexy, and humble. She thought he
was probably completely unaware of his good looks and that made him very
appealing to her.
Another
thing that drew Maggie was the fact that not only was Tyreese hot, he was
black. Her father didn’t have a prejudiced bone in his body, so she’d never
worried he would object to who she dated, but she’d always wondered how other
people in the community would have reacted if she’d dated outside her race.
She’d never had the nerve before the Turn. Then, after, it seemed stupid that
she’d ever allowed other people’s bigotry to influence her life.
The Love
Club, should the Matchmaker ever get around to it, would offer the perfect
opportunity for her to scratch that itch. She thought Tyreese would turn out to be a very generous, kind lover. She wondered
if he was hung, she wondered if that saying that black men had big dicks was true or not, then decided it didn't matter.
She knew better than to put faith in racial stereotypes. If there was any
truth to them then Glenn, being Asian, wouldn’t be hung like a stallion, which he was.
“Take Dumb
and Dumber here to the lockup. They’re each to receive ten cups of water a day.
No food. Three day lockup sentence. I want both of you to look at me now,” Rick
instructed. Both men drug their eyes from the ground up to his eyes. “Next time
either of you is in a fight, either with each other or with other people, I’m
exiling you for good. Don’t fuck with me. I’m not playing.”
Rick
directed the last to Fritz, who, for the moment at least, seemed to finally
understand he’d pushed his luck and had now run out.
“Fritz is a fool and a troublemaker. I don’t think he’ll be here much longer.
You okay?” asked Rick.
“I’m
fine,” she said, but still had to spit
out a mouthful of blood.
“That’s
two fights this week. We’re down from an average four a week the past couple of months,”
Rick observed.
“Well,
there’s been some…activities…going on that have let people blow off steam,” Maggie
answered. Rick knew, without her having to elaborate, that she was talking
about the Love Club. People were still tense. They felt fear at all the risks
they still faced, with threats from both the living and the dead, but sexual
release offered them a way to find bright moments in these dark days. Whoever
the Matchmaker was, he or she was on to something.
Maggie
headed back to her bunk. She wanted a quick lie down with an aspirin since her
head was starting to ache from both the humid heat and the blow to her face.
The first thing she noticed was the tiny slip of paper on her pillow. She
recognized it for what it was at once: Her first Love Club notice. With her
heart fluttering, Maggie opened the small slip of paper.
Row two. Cell seven.
2.a.m. tonight.
A smile
spread across Maggie’s face. That was Tyreese’s cell.
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Tyreese
sat on the edge of his bunk with his hands clasped, wondering who he would be
assigned, and wondering why they were coming to his bunk. He’d been under the
impression he would leave to meet his partner somewhere else. He hadn’t
actually had sex in about three years, before the Turn. He and Karen had come
close, but then she’d fallen in of the flu that had struck the prison, and
passed away. He missed her. He missed the companionship they’d shared. That was
the only reason he’d agreed to this Love Club. He wanted sex but he wasn’t
ready for another commitment, and this would offer him that.
When two
o’clock came he saw the privacy curtain on his bunk draw back. Maggie Greene
filled the entrance.
“What
happened?” Tyreese asked, not connecting that she was his match for the night.
He assumed that for Maggie to be at his door something must be going on and he
was needed to fight.
“I’m your
partner,” she whispered, and closed the curtain behind her. Tyreese had lit a
small candle and set it high on the shelf. He wasn’t worried about shadows
being visible outside since he had heavy, dark curtains hung up.
“But
you’re married,” he said.
Maggie
thought he looked a tad panicked. Tyreese was moral almost to a fault. There
was a real possibility he would refuse her.
“Glenn and
I are both in the club,” she explained. “We talked about it ahead of time and
we’re okay with this.”
“Glenn
agreed?” he said, wringing his hands.
Maggie
nodded and came inside. She hadn’t put shoes on since her bunk was only one
story below and a few rows over. She’d simply had to come upstairs. She wore a
night shirt and, by the looks of it, nothing underneath.
It wasn’t
like Tyreese hadn’t noticed Maggie Greene before. Married or not she was a
gorgeous young woman. Her body was young and curvy and she had a beautiful
face. He’d never have dared said anything disrespectful or out of the way,
regardless of her beauty. Now, as he watched her smiling down at him, he
wondered if he would be able to go through with it.
She laid a
condom on the small table beside his bed, and then stood in front of him, stroking
her fingers down the side of his face.
“It’s
okay,” she whispered. “We can do this. Glenn and I are both in the club. We’re
just relieving stress.”
He nodded,
feeling his heart rate pick up. Her breasts were in his face, her nipples hard
and poking against the near transparent cotton shirt. He put his hands gingerly
on her hips and looked up at her.
“We’ll
have to be quiet,” he whispered.
Maggie
nodded. “I can do that.”
Tyreese
ran his hands up the length of Maggie’s shirt, still unable to believe he was
about to have sex with a married woman. His reservations slowly faded when his
hands came to rest on her firm, young bottom. He squeezed and Maggie pulled her
shirt up and over her head. She discarded it to the floor and stood before him,
naked.
“You’re
sure?” he whispered.
Maggie
nodded. Tyreese ran one hand slowly up the inside of her thigh. He gently
stroked his thumb over her clit and felt her moisten at his touch. Maggie
wished they could have had this encounter somewhere more private. She and Glenn
were good at silent sex but she wanted to feel free to express herself as she
would without worry someone would hear.
After a
moment, when Maggie could wait no longer to satisfy her curiosity, she pulled
Tyreese’s shirt off. He had soft, tight curls of hair on his chest that she ran
her fingers over before kneeling before him to undo his pants and pull them
down. He was hard but in the dim light from the candle she couldn’t quite see
what he had to offer until she had them down. He wasn’t as long as Glenn but he
was much thicker. She felt herself moisten even more, her body anticipating the
feeling of sliding down over such a broad cock.
The tip of
her tongue flicked out to tease the head of his cock. Soon she’d taken him into
her mouth and she tried to deep throat him but couldn’t quite achieve it. As
Maggie suckled Tyreese she could feel the throbbing need in her pussy grow more
intense until he tilted her head up and said, “Shhh…”
She’d
started moaning as she suckled him, and hadn’t realized it. His full lips
curved in a smile and she stood to straddle him, pressing her lips to his
before tongue kissing him slow and deep. He dipped his fingers into her wet
cunt and felt her hiss with need.
“Now,” he
whispered. His voice in her ear nearly drove her insane with need.
Maggie
positioned herself over him and began to lower onto his dick. Even as wet and
open for him as she was she encountered some resistance, some pain, as she
pushed down and took the head of his cock in. She gasped and hesitated. When
she’d adjusted, she gently eased the rest of the way down.
Another
involuntary moan escaped her. Maggie panted, both in pain and pleasure, as she
adjusted to being filled so completely.
“You okay?”
Tyreese whispered.
Maggie
nodded and flexed her thighs. Tyreese reached between them and began massaging
her clit as she very slowly raised and lowered herself on him. He sighed,
feeling her adjust to him, feeling her movements pick up speed until Maggie was
bouncing on his lap. They kept their foreheads pressed together while he guided
her.
Now that
Maggie was used to the thickness of Tryreese’s cock every stroke was ecstasy.
She bit into his shoulder, probably harder than she’d intended, trying to keep
from crying out as the tension built inside her. Tyreese rubbed her back with
one hand and squeezed her round, firm ass with the other, feeling Maggie’s
juices begin to dribble over his balls and drip onto his calves. She was the
wettest he’d ever had and he didn’t think he could hold out much longer.
Maggie
clenched around him deep in her pussy she raked her hands over his shoulders,
digging her nails into his back but he didn’t mind the pain. Her orgasm was
powerful and he allowed himself to find release by pulling her down on him,
hard. Sated now, she sat back and shared another slow, tender kiss with Tyreese
before climbing from his lap.
“Whoever
you end up with, she’s going to be one lucky woman,” Maggie told him.
“Glenn is
a lucky man,” he answered, before helping her up. He handed Maggie her shirt
and enjoyed one final glance of her naked body before she pulled it on and then
slipped out into the dark corridor outside his cell.
.
When
Maggie came to bed, after a quick shower, Glenn sleepily held the blanket
up for her. She crawled in next to him. He kissed her neck and she snuggled
into the warmth of his body and the blanket and sighed happily. Her body was
satisfied. She’d gotten to have some fun but she was glad to be back with the
man she loved.
“Have fun?”
“Yeah.
You?”
“Mine’s
not till tomorrow,” he said.
“You sure
you’re okay with it?”
Glenn
nodded. “You?”
“Yeah,”
she said honestly. “Is that twisted of us?”
Glenn
shook his head. “I don’t think so. We’re having fun. This has nothing to do
with our relationship. I love you.”
“I love
you too.”
She kissed
him lightly and then turned around so he could spoon her. In a few minutes she
slipped away into a deep and comfortable sleep.
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