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He knows it’s daring, he knows really the end of the world is not the time to get kinky or start playing games, but he couldn’t help himself. It had been the normal clothes run they had to do every once in a while, Shane had gone along for the guys whilst Sasha had gone for the girls and they’d gotten the list of items for everybody. He’d finished first, shoving the bagful of clothing into the back of their truck before going to hunt out Sasha in the women’s section of the rundown clothing store.
Of course he’d helped out, helping her grab the things on her list and then some extra, they were getting through socks at an alarming rate nowadays. It’s not until Sasha is hauling arms full of new tee shirts back to the truck that he notices them. It wasn’t like he’d wandered into the underwear section on purpose, but since he was here he might as well do some browsing. Besides, he’d heard women mention that new underwear could make them feel fantastic, so he’d better get some for them if it would help them get through the worse days.
He’s just being helpful really, that’s all it is. So what if he’s checking through the sizes, or feeling the fabric and maybe trying to pick out which ones would be the most accommodating for someone of a more male persuasion. Sure maybe they were meant to stick to the more needed items when they went on these runs, but hey everyone needed a bit of fun every once in a while and it wasn’t like anyone needed to know about it. He could keep it to himself and heck, he knew the intended wearer of them wouldn’t say a damned word about it.
There’s a huge variety of underwear for women, some that he’s not exactly sure were more than pieces of string with a price tag, but others looked like what he was looking for. Shane makes sure not to take too long hunting through the rails, but he knows when he’s found the perfect pair for what he wants. They’re nothing fancy, just regular cut women’s briefs in a pastel pink colour, but they look pretty accommodating, they’re of a decent size and the tiny lace trim doesn’t look like it would itch. They’re perfect and he balls them up tightly before slipping them into his pocket, smiling when Sasha returns and more than willing to head back to the prison.
The drive is too long and by the time they get back home he’s unable to stop the excitement from within himself when Daryl approaches him. Smirking a little he greets his partner with a kiss, aware that even if it was just a regular run, Daryl worried even if he wouldn’t say it out loud. “Everything go alright?” Daryl asks, looking him over for injuries as always.
It’s their little ritual when one of them gets back, they always check each other over for injuries and ask the question. They’ve become dependant on each other and it’s moments like this where Shane realises just how much they need the relief of a funny gift. “It went great, got everything we needed and something else.” Running his tongue over his lips he nods for Daryl to follow him to their shared cell and doesn’t hesitate to tug the sheets over the bars for some privacy. “Now don’t judge right away.” He says, carefully tugging the panties free from his pocket and unfurling them to show Daryl.
Their pinkness looks even brighter in the light of day and not in the dim shadows of the clothing store. Shane watches as Daryl’s expression changes from one of confusion to one of a looming tantrum and he can’t help but smile at little at it all. “What the hell Shane?” Daryl almost spits, looking like an angry cat and twice as likely to bite.
Shrugging a little he runs his fingers over the panties, feeling the soft fabric on his skin and knowing that he’d like feeling it even more against Daryl’s skin. “Thought you might like them.” He doesn’t back down, he knows Daryl, he knows him too well and he knows that a lot of the aggressiveness and bluster was bullshit covering his insecurities. Just because he said no the first time didn’t mean he actually meant it. You had to push a little to find out if Daryl really wasn’t interested.
“Well you thought wrong, I ain’t wearing them.” Daryl snaps, but Shane can see that he’s still looking over the panties, watching the way his fingers run over them and taking in every inch of them. “You fucking crazy?” His partner growls and Shane gives a small smile as he continues.
“No, I’m not crazy, I’m just an open minded guy. Thought you would look good in them is all.” He bites his lip, looking over the waistband of the panties and he can easily see the start of a blush over Daryl’s cheeks. “Kind of was thinking you’d look hotter than usual, heck it would be a nice change from boxers. It would be our little secret you know?” Lowering his voice Shane continues, knowing what it does to Daryl. “No one else would be able to tell and I know I’d love to see you in them, or know you were wearing them around under your regular clothes. No one else would know.” He hums, leaning in close enough to press a kiss to Daryl’s lips, moving to press their chests together and let him really feel the way Daryl’s breathing has gotten more erratic. The blush on his cheeks deepens, he can see the hunger in Daryl’s eyes and the way he swallows to try and calm himself. Now is the time to seal the deal. “And the thing is Daryl, once you get them on, I’ve got a whole lot of different ways I want to help get them back off.”
Daryl stays pressed against him, there’s a moment where Shane’s not sure which way things are going to go, but then fingers snatch the panties from his hand and he can’t help but grin in excitement as Daryl begins fumbling at his belt.