Disclaimer: I don't own Daryl Dixon or any of the other AMC centered Walking Dead characters mentioned here; I do own the character Seraphim Chance. I will make no profit from this drabble. None. Nada. Zilch. Drats.

Notes: Tempus Ferati translates as Stolen Moments, which is essentially what these bits are.

This is going t be a collection of independent shorts, and may include some deleted scenes/conversations with the other characters that were written for character development, sometimes it was just drabble written for myself, and other times it just wouldn't fit into the story after my ideas changed.

A few of them were still fun enough to write I thought I should share them for others to enjoy.

Almost all of these will focus on the character's Seraphim and Daryl from my Walking Dead Stories, (though the other WD characters are in here too.) Expect that anything that happens here takes place during the events of Occasio Ultima (specifically in the 7-ish months before the last chapter that launches you into Fic two of the same WD universe). None of it should be Spoiler-ish but to know the Original character you should probably have read at least some of Occasio Ultima before this.

Most of the following bits will be rated M, unless otherwise specified cause that's how my Muse likes to spend her time!

Tempus Ferati – Supply Run

By: Kadyn

Rated M

edited 8/9

"Hell is Glenn doin' back there?"

I look up from the map draped over my lap and at least a foot of bench seat on either side of me glance up at the rearview mirror…but it's set for Daryl's height since he's driving. All I see is the roof of the truck cab.

I shift my foot on the dash, twisting to look over my shoulder to watch the pea-soup green SUV a good twenty car lengths behind us on the empty road. I'm about to ask him what he's referring to exactly when the SUV jerks violently to the right than immediately bounces back to the centerline again with a quick swerve.

"What?" He shifts his attention off the road, keeps glancing at me then back again.

I bite my tongue, it doesn't stop the snicker from working its way out; especially when the SUV jerks again.

Oh dear…

"Hell is so funny?"

"Daryl." I try to calm myself, failing.

"Maggie came on the run." I shoot him a pointed look.

His face twists. "Yeah?" He's just staring at the road, eyes squinted in what I'd definitely call his, 'Ima figure this shit out myself' face.

Oh Dear Lord. I seize the map out of my lap, bunch it in one hand and smack him in the arm. "Seriously?"

"Hell, woman?" His face turns to me again, completely lost.

I try hard not to smile, toying with an idea. We have been driving for a long time…half my right butt cheek is trying to fall asleep; why the hell not?

"Tell you what; I bet you I can make you swerve worse than Glenn."

He's eyeing me. "Bet me what?" I know that look. It makes my stomach flip.

"Dealer's Choice."

I like the sound that rumbles out of him. His hands tighten on the wheel, twisting a bit like he's mulling it over. "Deal."

My smile widens, I love winning. This will be too easy.

"Don't crash and kill us," He glances at my pointed finger for a moment, twitches just the slightest bit backwards when I reach for him before he stops himself.

I drop the map to the other side of the seat, slide my hips across the bench 'til I'm in the center, our thighs almost touching. I run one hand up his thigh, then the other, hear his breath catch when I cup him through the soft worn fabric of his pants. Watch the muscles in this forearms and bicep flex and tighten as my hands move. His jaw clenches when I bat my eyelashes at him duck down under his elbow, sliding farther over his lap, I glance up at him to see him flush hard.

"Hell you Doin?" His hips shift on the bench seat, thighs jumping when I scrape my nails over him through the cotton.

His breathing quickens. I lift the hem of his shirt, trace my finger just above the line of his belt over his skin watch his stomach muscles tense. Then I have to shift a bit because something is poking me in the shoulder.

Yeah, Not that.

Well...not only that.

I pull his knife out and set it in the cup holder next to the dash with a metallic 'plink'. It's probably safer to not have to explain to Maggie later why we both need stitches. Rick would never let us live that one down either. He watches me open his belt, pull open his pants. I hum at my discovery; another thing I definitely approve of with his hot weather habits, no sleeves; and no other layers to fiddle with.

I reach forward and slide my hand over him, hear him hiss his next exhale, groan my name. I circle my thumb over his head, his hips jump towards me involuntarily. He curses.

I feel myself shift again. "Do me a favor and set the cruise control."

"What?"

I look up at him, pause to watch him swallow, flush under my gaze. "You're already going at least 80,"

He glances at the dash read out, curses and instantly takes his foot off the gas. I feel the truck start to decelerate. Grin while I wait until he presses the set button on the steering wheel, places both his boots flat on the floorboards away from the pedals to continue.

I slide my palm over him once more, pull him up to my lips, feel his stomach muscles twitch against my side when my breath hits him. He groans, one hand leaves the wheel to rest on my lower back fist tightening over my shirt, bunching it between clenched fingers 'til the cool air from the AC tickles the fine sheen of sweat from the Georgia summer heat on my newly exposed skin.

I let my tongue flick out, circle him while he stills beside me. I do it again; trace over his tip, dip my head to run over his length palm and fingers sliding up from his base to meet. His breathing resumes, harder than before so far the truck feels relatively steady. I'd be impressed if it didn't mean I was losing…

I grin, slide my lips over him, take him into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks sucking him down, farther deeper while he tries not to move. His thumb slides under my waistband, fingers gripping my belt against my back when I swallow around him, bob my head over his length. My palm slides down cupping and rolling the rest of his sensitive anatomy while he jerks and groans, fingers pressing into my skin sliding up my spine bunching my shirt all the way to my shoulder blades before sliding back down with nowhere else to go.

I bob and swirl my tongue over his tip with each rise, adding suction as I draw back making him curse. I lick him again slowly then slide back over him in a slow steady rhythm for a few minutes before changing tempo. Dropping my lips over him in short harsh jerks deeper and deeper 'til he's pressed against my throat. I take him even farther swallowing around him 'til his hips buck off the seat and he curses.

I hear his head fall back against the seat rest, his breathing ragged and clipped. His fingers are twisted around the braided knot of my hair, not pressing: he would never do that; more clinging to me like it's my presence grounding him-holding him to this place when he might otherwise float away.

His hips jerk mindlessly towards me and he groans out my name and a tight hiss of Babe, before warning me he's going to come.

Pleasure curls through me. I can count on one hand the number of times he's slipped up and called me that; it makes me purr around him hearing it. I bury him in my throat while my own heat throbs in time with my euphoric heartbeat.

His hips buck and my ass slides a few inches to the right, I try not to laugh around him. He just lost. Not that I'm going to point that out right now; not when he's so close…

I dip my head, flick my tongue humming to myself and have to dig my nails into his thighs to keep his ass on the seat a second later when the vibrations send him over the edge. He bucks up a hoarse cry that might be my name tears out of him and he fills my mouth after several harsh poignant thrusts. I swallow him down still humming my approval my palm running over his length again. I pull back when he stills, circle my tongue over and around his now over stimulated head and grin when he jerks, curses. His fingers digging into my shoulder. Only one hand left on the wheel which I note he's gripping white knuckled, muscles shaking.

I slide back across the seat, his hand moves from my shoulder to cup the back of my neck keeping me at arm's length. I swipe my palm over my mouth while he watches me expression dark, eyes dilated to a deep sea blue. The way his eyes dart to my mouth sends a thrill right though me straight to my throbbing center.

"I'm pretty sure that was a swerve back there." I announce sounding breathless even to my own ears.

His breathing huffs out in a nervous laugh. "Babe, I was all over the damn road."

I groan, eyes slipping shut. Jesus, the things this man can do to me with just that soft husky voice.

I smile lick my lips before picking up the forgotten map and smoothing my ruffled hair back, tucking a few loosened strands behind my ear.

"If Glenn asks tell him there was a bee in the cab." I blink innocently up at him. His warm hand is still pressed against the back of my neck, fingers sliding over my skin in soft circles making me shiver.

"So, you don't want me to explain to him what road-head is?"

I jerk my head up, twist; pointing at him, mouth falling open. "You!" I hit him with the map repeatedly even as he's using his hand around my neck to yank me to his mouth.

The truck jerks but I couldn't give a shit because his mouth is crashing into mine, hand holding me captive to lips and teeth and tongue, he groans against my lips fingers loosening and I jerk back feeling us swerve again.

I slap his chest with the hopelessly crinkled paper.

"Keep it on the road, wiseass."

The honest to God grin that breaks out over his face is gone a split second later; but it was there.

I sigh, curl against his side under his arm while his hand drops to my knee as I check the map again.

We are not about to get lost, not with what I have planned for him tonight.

End Notes: Okay, This section came about when I was trying to write a very serious chapter for Occasio Ultima and NEITHER Daryl nor Fin would cooperate. I was all set to write some serious Angst and this is what they gave me instead. Sometimes you just have to go where the muse takes you... ; )

Hope you enjoyed it! Thanks to all the Readers and Reviewers out there, you guys make it worth while! :)