"In here." I grabbed the door of the tractor trailer and climbed inside. Daryl was hot on my heels. We were only just ahead of a small herd and needed to find a hiding place, fast.

Daryl's eyes swept the inside of the sleeper cabin. "We stay low. Away from tha windows."

I nodded, ducking down and peering out the window towards the woods we'd come from. The herd would be on the highway soon. I saw a walker clear the woods, followed by another. "They're here." I whispered.

"C'mon." He tugged me into the dark shadows of the sleeper cabin, behind the curtain that hid the bunk from view.

"How many do you think are out there?" I wondered aloud.

"Don't matter." Daryl wrapped his steely arm around my waist and pulled me down onto the bunk beside him. His horton coming to rest over my hip, locked and ready for any walkers that got inside the cabin. "We stay quiet 'til they pass."

I lay my head down and clutched my knife to my chest. I could hear them outside now, moaning and shuffling, occasionally bumping against the tractor. I closed my eyes and shuddered. Somewhere in the distance thunder rumbled.

"s'okay. Don't think they know we're here." Daryl's voice was low.

"How can you tell?"

"We're not bein' swarmed."

"Good point." I sighed and settled into the bunk, eyes closed, listening to the sounds outside. I relaxed as the warmth of Daryl's body chased the cold out of my bones. It had been a long day and I was bone tired.

At some point, I must have fallen asleep. "Quit squirmin'!" Daryl hissed, making my eyes snap open.

"What?" It took me a moment to realize where I was.

"Quit goddamn movin'!"

It was the strain in his voice that clued me in. I could feel his hardness pressed against me. "Oh." I said lamely. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to.."

"Fuck that." Daryl climbed over me and peered out the window next to the cot.

"See anything?" I could hear a steady rain on the roof of the cab, but nothing that sounded like walker.

"Naw. Haven't heard anythin' in awhile." He stuck his head out the curtains to look through the front windshield. "We're clear. Raining hard, we stay 'til it stops."

I nodded. "Thank God."

He shot me an odd look.

"I meant…" I sighed. "The herd. I'm glad they're gone."

Daryl nodded and set the Horton down. By the way he was moving I could tell he was uncomfortable.

I sat up on the bunk. "You want to rest while I take watch?"

Daryl absent-mindedly pushed his belt a little lower on his hips and winced. "Naw. I got it."

I flicked my eyes to his hard-on. "Do you want me to help you with that?" It was my fault anyways, well, sort of.

"What!?" He blinked.

"Well." I looked down at my hands in my lap. "It's been a long time for me too. Since we're here for a little while anyways, we could make the best of it."

He bit his thumb. "Serious?"

I pulled the tie out of my hair and combed my fingers through the end. It had been a very, very long time for me. I didn't usually take up with people lightly, but the world was different now. "Yeah." I nodded. "If it's okay with you."

He shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other, his eyes searching my face for the truth. "Ain't got no condoms." He sighed.

"I'm not.." I stumbled for the words. "I haven't slept with anyone since…" Since I watched my husband die in the early days. I left that out. "I'm healthy."

"S'not what I'm worried 'bout."

"Oh." My shoulders dropped. "No, I can't get pregnant."

His eyebrows knitted into a frown. "You sure 'bout that?"

"Yeah, I uh, tried before… Had lots of fertility drugs 'n stuff. Nothing worked." I remembered the disappointment that had brought on our family. It was a curse then but now, it seemed like a blessing. "I'm barren."

He nodded.

"So…" I looked up at him through my lashes. "Do you want me to help you with that or what?"

He looked uncertain. I never pegged him for the skittish type, but it was clear to me that I'd need to take the lead. I reached across the narrow space and placed my hands on his hips. I curved my fingers into his belt and pulled him closer to me. Keeping my eyes on his face, I started to undo his buckle.

He stared down at me and bit his thumb, but didn't stop me.

I took that as a yes.

With nimble fingers I moved on to the button of his pants and quickly released his cock from the confines of his pants. He hadn't been wearing underwear. I ran a gentle finger up his length, causing him to curse.

I stood up from the cot and shrugged off my own clothing. I could feel his eyes on me. When I turned back to take off his shirt his hands caught mine then. "No."

I blushed furiously. "Oh. I'm sorry." I said, turning away and trying to chase off the feeling of rejection.

"Naw, I…" He stammered, taking a deep breath. " Just wanna keep the shirt is all."

I gave a sigh of relief and turned back to him. He was blushing, his eyes looking everywhere but at me. I reached forward and took his hands in mine. "It's okay to look, Daryl."

His face reddened further and his eyes remained averted.

I placed one of his hands on my hip, the other I moved to cover my breast. "It's also okay to touch." I said, gliding my hands up his arms and savoring the feel of his muscles under the shirt. I'd long admired those sculpted arms.

His hand squeezed my breast tentatively, his eyes flicking down with wonder. I could see him testing the weight of it in his palm. His other hand moved cautiously to my backside, smoothing over the curve of it.

"Mmm" I said appreciatively. "That's nice."

His eyes flicked back to mine, I could see the wheels of his mind turning.

I reached my arms around him, pressing against him and squeezing his backside firmly in both hands. I breathed in the maleness of him.

God, it had been far too long since I'd lain with a man. I'd nearly forgotten.

I stepped backwards to the cot, pulling Daryl down on top of me and spreading my legs for him. He leaned over me hesitantly.

"What are you thinking?" I asked him.

He shook his head. "Not thinkin'." He muttered, before leaning down to take a nipple in delicately his mouth.

I moaned and arched my hips up into him, lacing my fingers into his hair. Encouraged, his suckling became stronger and his touch firmer. His hands roamed up and down my body, touching my skin like some ancient, delicate tapestry.

I felt worshipped.

He slid into me, stilling when I moaned as he stretched me. "It's okay." I said, breathless.

"You sure?" His voice was strangled. I knew he couldn't stop even if I asked, but he'd try.

I nodded. "Go for it."

Daryl started thrusting, slowly at first, but his pace soon increased. I wrapped my legs around his hips, pulling him in deeper and savoring the fullness of him inside me. My hands crept up under his shirt so that I could run my fingers over chest. I let my thumbs run over his nipples.

His body shuddered with release and he collapsed onto my breast. His now sweaty body covering me, our legs tangled together. His ear was pressed to my chest and I could feel his hot breath on my nipple. I drew absent-minded circles on his back with my fingers, content to enjoy the weight of his body on mine.

Once he caught his breath, Daryl pushed himself up on his elbows. I could still feel his cock inside me. "Sorry." He said, rolling off me to sit on the edge of the bunk at my feet.

"Don't apologize." I rolled onto my side, the air suddenly very cold against my naked skin. "It was nice. Thank you."

He shrugged and tugged on his pants with his back to me. "Rain's slowing down." He grabbed my shirt off the floor and, without looking at me, handed it back with an outstretched arm. "We'll be goin' soon."

I sat up and retrieved my shirt from him, slipping it on. "If we leave now, we'll make it back before dark."

Daryl pulled aside the curtain and I resisted the urge to cover myself up. There was no-one out here to see me, aside from Daryl and that ship had already sailed.

He sat in the passenger side seat of the truck and rifled through the glove compartment. His hand came out with a half-pack of cigarettes and a lighter. "Meet ya outside." Crossbow drawn, he exited the truck, shutting the door behind him.