This is a prompt that I have been stewing on for a good bit. This is during season 4 TWD so just imagine dark headed wispy beautiful Daryl. Amidst me and Alva Starr talking this came about over our fangirling together. I hope I done it justice darlin' and you love it.
Shifting her eyes to the fence at the sound of the gates being opened she let out a sigh of relief as the truck pulled through. She didn't spare much more of a glance in the direction but instead started making her way towards the area designated for slaughter. She knew that was where he'd be headed and the best place to catch him alone.
Settling against the wall and watching out over the yard from her concealed vantage point she smiled as people called to him. The annoyance was there clear as day to anyone who really wanted to take a good look and see it. Some people just were to blind to see what was right in front of them sometimes but how they could overlook the seething anger that was so close to the top with Daryl she would never know.
It was more than just being able to see it though. The man put out a vibe that just made you wanna take a step back in the face of the unrestrained anger in his eyes. His eyes. Those too blue eyes had the power to cut deeper than any knife out there without a word being spoken to you.
Daryl walked around to the bed of the truck motioning Carl up into the back. She watched with amusement as Daryl watched the boy struggle with the kill and getting it moved. Carl was one of the few people who Daryl didn't seem on edge around. He had a soft spot for kids just not for people in general.
Désirée shifted her body getting more comfortable still watching them while Daryl gave a laugh and then grabbed a hold of something wrenching it from the bed of the truck with one heave. She sucked in a breath watching as he dipped his body and the buck was slung up over his shoulders. His dark wispy hair slicked with sweat and sticking to his neck and face as he walked towards her his gait that of a predators with Carl walking next to him.
His long legs were eating the ground up as he took long powerful strides up the incline with an almost casual hold on the buck. His head was hung just slightly and she seen him smirking about whatever Carl was saying to him. The wind whipped past them and Daryl slowed just enough to get caught in the funnel of it that was whipping through the open spot he was caught between. His shirt caught in the wind just enough to have the button up shirt pulling apart at his lower stomach.
Licking her lips Désirée let her eyes eat him alive. She could see the sweat glistening on his stomach and the light smattering of hair that lead down below the waist band of his jeans. She wanted to run her tongue over his body tasting him and marking him. Her eyes landed on a bruise barely visible at his hip bone and she smirked devilishly.
"When you gonna take me Daryl?" Carl prodded.
Daryl cut his eyes down to the boy before shooting a look out to Rick in the field. "I'll talk to Rick."
Carl grinned at him but Daryl wasn't looking down at him anymore. She didn't know how he done it but he always seemed to know where she was and now was no exception. She knew she was completely concealed and that he couldn't see her. At least she had thought she wasn't visible, how many times had she ducked into this very spot avoiding people and never being seen?
Carl ran off at the jerk of Daryl's head, a clear dismissal. The boy asked no questions knowing that Daryl wouldn't answer him and that it'd be fruitless. He walked the rest of the way up his eyes burning her with the energy she seen in them. As soon as he was clear of the incline she stepped out of the shadows and swung the door open for him as he passed by.
Grabbing up the stuff she knew he would need on her way into the room she let the door hang open for the breeze. Daryl dropped the buck to the ground and raised himself up to his full height stretching and cracking his neck and back. His eyes landed on her as she walked closer to him and she felt the heat of that look in her groin.
"What the fuck happened to the section of fence next to the gate?" Daryl questioned as he strung the buck up.
Désirée walked closer to him steady the deer and he strung it up for cleaning and quartering. She watched the way his muscles moved as he lifted the buck and let its weight hook it and he stepped back. He ran his hands through his sweat soaked hair causing it to stick up in different directions. She wanted to run her own hands through it as she clung to him.
Letting out a breath she looked up at the sound of his huff. His eyes were annoyed and his body was tense, "You gonna answer the fuckin' question?"
Désirée couldn't help the smile that graced her face in the light of his anger, "Small herd. Nothing we couldn't handle."
Daryl shot her a look and crossed his arms his body tense enough to make his muscles bulge, "Why wasn't it called out before it got to that point? Who the hell was on watch?"
Leaning back against him and letting out a breath as the wind brushed her sweaty skin, "Bob and Susan."
She heard the growl rumble deep in his throat as he pushed off the bench and made for the door. She grabbed his arm to stop him but it only served to jerk her in step with him since he didn't slow down in the slightest. She didn't release her grip on his arm knowing that if she did he would pick up his pace and she wouldn't be able to keep up.
She cursed herself for even mentioning it. He'd had issues with Bob ever since their last run together. She hadn't asked what it was about but Bob made sure to keep his ass in check when Daryl was around. She seen the direction he was heading and let out a breath when she seen Rick not to far off. She let loose a loud whistle getting his attention for when Daryl got there.
Rick took in Daryl and quickly stood up walking for them. "What's the problem?"
Daryl clinched his jaw and looked down at her and then back at Rick, "Who the fuck put those two on goddamned watch together Rick?"
Rick shot her a look with a question in his eyes and she gave him an apologetic look. She couldn't very well have lied to him he'd got to the bottom of it anyways and if she had lied then the full force of his wrath would have been aimed at her. Rick sighed and rubbed his neck not looking at them but at the fence that was damaged.
"Glenn was on his way down for his shift with Susan when he got caught up on something. He ended up having to get some stitches, had no one else to go and Bob volunteered." Rick locked eyes with Daryl.
Désirée never really questioned the two of them. There was something there between them. They could hold a conversation with each other without ever speaking a word to the other. It was unnerving to be around sometime.
Daryl let out a breath, "You ask him what the fuck he was doing that he didn't see a goddamn herd coming through the fence?" The air cracked around them with the almost electrical anger seeping from him.
Rick laughed and looked at Daryl shrugging his shoulders his smile bordering on something she couldn't place. He shot her a quick look before looking back up at him and she realized she still had a hold of his arm. She dropped her hand from him and seen Rick grin at her again.
"Carl came down here saying you were taking him hunting with you." Rick changed the subject before Daryl could say anything else.
Daryl snorted and shook his head, "Told him I'd talk to you."
"Be good thing for him to know." Rick leaned heavily on the fence looking out over the group.
Désirée followed his eyes seeing more than a few curious eyes on them. More than a few were roaming over Daryl hungrily as he stood there with his hip cocked out and his arms crossed over his chest talking to Rick. She snorted when she got a good look at his hair though, it was still mussed up from where he had run his hands through it in the room with the deer. His sweat having made it stay in place. Being out in the sunlight of the day she knew exactly what it looked like and what the look Rick shot her was.
"I'm going to run up and see if they need my help." Désirée smiled at both them as she turned making her way towards the courtyard.
Maggie fell in step with her and smiled, "You told him about the fences?"
"He asked me first thing."
Maggie laughed, "Glad he asked you and not me."
Désirée laughed and shrugged, "Just gotta know how to handle him."
Maggie shot her a grin but didn't say anything else some of the other women were getting closer to them now. They smiled at Maggie talking to her with an easy air about them but just nodded at her. She just smiled and moved on knowing that she wasn't really part of the womanly club here at the prison. She preferred actually getting up and doing something instead of waiting on a man to take care of everything for her. She wasn't going to be some helpless damsel in distress to no man.
"Désirée!"
Turning her head she seen Patrick and Carl standing together and she started towards them. "Pat, Carl." She smiled at them both.
Patrick's grinned at her as he handed her a bottle of water along with a plate, "Eat with us."
Carl nudged her, "Besides Daryl is still down there with my dad."
Désirée shot him a look, "Got something say?"
"I aint saying anything." Carl grinned at her.
"Oh you're saying something."
She settled at the table with both boys listening to them talk and forth. She mostly just laughed at their antics thinking over what Carl had said. Her and Daryl weren't together but they weren't not together. She didn't know how to explain it to herself let alone someone else. It was just something that was. Rick knew something was going on and so did Maggie. But Carl had picked up on it so maybe other people had too?
She looked up when Patrick stopped talking and seen his face a heated shade of red as he watched someone. She seen Carl grinning down at his food and raised an eyebrow at them. "What?"
Carl looked at her and then over his shoulder and she followed his eyes. Daryl was standing in the court yard about twenty feet from them with Rick, the sun burning down on both of them. She watched as Daryl's hand ran through his hair again mussing it up again and she couldn't help but to smile. She loved doing the same thing to his hair.
She looked back at Patrick and seen his eyes trained on Daryl his mouth slightly open as his tongue slid along his lips. She laughed loudly, too loudly snapping him from his appraisal. His face flushed and he looked down at his plate.
"Shit." Patrick muttered. His eyes came up to hers and she shrugged at him lightly her own smile teasing. His face cleared then Carl chuckled letting out a whistle.
The sounded of booted feet met her ears along with people calling out his name. He didn't speak and she hadn't expected him to either he wasn't one for idle chit chat. He said what he needed to and didn't waste words. She felt his body just behind her as he came up on them his thigh brushing her back.
"Y'all ate yet?" Carl questioned.
She heard Daryl huff and Rick laugh, "Yea we hear ya."
Daryl dropped down on the bench next to her. He was straddling the bench leaving her between his thighs slightly with Carl on the other side. She sipped her water and shot him a curious look but he was looking at Patrick. She let her eyes go to the boy and she seen how flushed he was and smiled.
"You feeling alright over there Patrick?" His voice slow and drawling.
She felt her insides clinch at the cadence in his voice and seen Patrick flush even more. He nodded his head at Daryl and took a deep drink of his water, "Just a little hot."
"This heats a bitch. Been thinking about cutting some of my hair off." Désirée fanned herself.
She felt his hand tangle in her hair pulling tightly causing her to grip the table top to keep her balance. She shot him an annoyed look when he didn't let up and swallowed when she got a look at his eyes. Honey over fire was burning in those blue depths causing her to stifle a moan as she felt her panties soak.
He raised an eyebrow at her a smirk teasing his lips. He released his grip in her hair as Rick set down across from them. Daryl turned fully facing forward facing Rick. Carl looked up at her and grinned, "You aint cuttin your hair." His voice was low so as not to be over heard. But she hear Daryl snort anyways.
Daryl nodded chewing his lip as he listened to Rick and he shot Carl a look, "Both y'all be up in the morning and ready to go."
Carl looked at him, "Where we going?"
"You and Patrick just need to be up in the morning and ready to go." He slapped his hand down on the table and stood up fluidly. "Don't make me wait. Rick have Zach and Dan finish field dressing the deer." He was gone before a reply could be muttered to him.
Désirée set with Rick and the boys laughing with them and their excitement at getting to leave the safety of the prison to go out with Daryl. She knew that Patrick was going to have trouble focusing once he was out there. It was hard enough to keep your eyes off Daryl when he was around here but you put him in his element and he's something else entirely.
Désirée stepped into the showers moving briskly feeling eyes on her as the other women set about taking their showers. She hated the system set up for showers but there was no way around it. There was too many people at the prison now to get around it. She had come along shortly after the Woodbury people had arrived and it was still a tenuous relationship.
She stepped into the lukewarm spray and sighed in relief as the days sweat and filth was washed from her body. She scrubbed herself clean and washed her hair quickly as she heard more women coming in. She stepped out wrapping the towel quickly around her body and stepping into one of the stalls the men had built for a semblance of privacy.
She was pulling her pants up her legs as she heard the women start talking that had just stepped in. She smiled to herself pushing her feet into the boots and setting back lacing them up.
"Did you see him out there standing with Rick?"
"He's so distant with people but I think it'll just take time to get him to come around to everyone. I heard some saying he took awhile to get use to the original group."
There was some laughter as she stood up pulling her bra back on.
"He seems fine with Désirée."
Her ears perked up and she pulled her tank top on followed by her light flannel shirt.
She heard some disgruntled words followed by a huff, "I think it's more cause she's like one of the men. No competition there."
"She's a lesbian, gotta be."
She smirked running her hand over her waist as she buckled her belt. She wasn't ever one for gossip but found the conclusions people jumped to quite hilarious sometimes. A lesbian? Really? That's the best they could come up to discount her and move on. Shaking her head she started drying her hair quickly as they had stopped talking.
Pulling her brush through her long raven hair she worked quickly wanting out of here before they started talking again. Her and Maggie stepped out of the neighboring stalls at the same time. Maggie's face was lit up with a huge grin as she looked at her friend. Désirée shook her head and smiled back at her as she gathered her dirty clothes up.
"Maggie, who is in charge of the run list?" The same woman who had gossiped moments before.
Désirée stood up and she seen the woman's face burn red at the realization that she had been there and heard everything. Instead of snapping at her like she would have before she just smiled and walked away. She was getting better at holding her temper in check but truthfully she didn't care if they talked about her.
Dropping her stuff off in her cell she jogged back down the steps after passing Daryl's cell and seeing it vacated. She briefly seen his dirty clothes from today tossed in the corner. He had showered or at least changed before he took off again. Walking into the common room she scanned for him quickly and frowned when she didn't see him. Her eyes landed on Rick and he was looking at her.
She slid up next to him looking out over the mismatched group. "He's in the tombs."
Désirée looked up at Rick with a raised eyebrow, "He okay?"
"Think everyone gathered together is getting to him." Rick sighed, "He was worked up over Bob still so it's untelling what he's up to down there."
Désirée pushed off the wall and nodded to him, "I'll go check on him."
She didn't wait for a reply but took off and slipped through the door hearing it lock behind her knowing Rick had been the one to seal her in. She walked silently through the tombs listening to for any noises that would indicate which way he had taken off too. She felt her skin heating up just from anticipation of being around him and walked a little quicker.
She had walked through the tombs for a good twenty minutes before she heard a thud and walked closer to where she had heard the noise. Not seeing anything she moved further still walking quietly on high alert. She had the distinct feeling of prey that was being stalked and couldn't shake the feeling creeping up her spine. Was this what it felt like to be hunted but never see your predator?
Breathing picking up she stepped around the corner seeing it just as dark as the other corridors. She sighed and went to turn when she was lifted from the ground a hand going over her mouth as she was put against the wall. Daryl's body had her pinned in place with his own as he looked at her. Her hands were gripping his biceps tightly as she looked down at him over his hand on her mouth.
His eyes were different. They were darker, dangerous. He was loosing the grip on the reigns that he kept so closely held in place. She had seen him start to slip before but never this far gone before. She always knew there was something more lurking under the surface with him something that she wanted to push and pull till he broke and let it out.
He leaned in and ran his nose across her shoulder and up her throat to her ear, "Following me Des?" his voice came from deep in chest with a resounding growl carrying it her ears. "Shoulda stayed away."
His hand released her mouth and she sucked in a ragged breath still looking at him. She seen him trying to get himself under control and growled bringing her legs up and locking them around his waist before he could decide to move away. His eyes snapped up to hers searching her face for something.
He shook his head letting his grip on her falter, "I can't tonight Des...I could hurt you."
She tightened her thighs around him and grabbed his neck and her other hand slipping into his dark locks. She jerked him forward her mouth slamming into his in a fevered kiss. He groaned into her mouth as she rolled her hips into him making him slip his arm around her to help her keep balance. He stepped away from the wall taking her full weight.
She pulled back from his mouth panting and looking at him, "You'd never intentionally hurt me Daryl."
He didn't say anything else as her mouth went to his neck nipping and biting lightly as he spun on his heel and into a door she hadn't even realized was there. Was this where he disappeared to when no one could find him? She heard the door slam shut behind them and she was on her feet suddenly.
She looked up at him and seen the feral animal fighting his control in his eyes. His chest was rising and falling faster as he whipped his shirt up and over his head. She took him in and smiled again when her eyes found the bruise just at his hip bones.
"Off." His voice was clipped.
She looked up at his eyes again and quickly started working her boots off knowing that he was apt to cut them off if she didn't hurry. He was in that state of mind that had him solely focused on her and not the afterwards. She loved when she had got him to this point the few times but never with him so close to the animal he kept caged.
His eyes were tracking her movement with predatory sweeps and she could feel the energy coming off him in waves. She stripped her shirt and pants off quickly seeing him walking towards her. His eyes flashed to her bra and panties and she worked frantically to get them off. The image of him stalking towards her had her mind flashing to when she felt like she was being hunted. She very much had been.
He was in his boots and jeans his belt hanging open with the button popped, the zipper had slid half way down giving his straining cock more room. She stood back up tossing her clothes away from him but he caught her wrist as he hand was on it's way back. He pulled her up and too him his mouth covering hers in a domineering kiss that took her breath from her.
His other hand slipped down her body searing her skin in its wake on its exploration. He took a breath and she felt him trying to regain his control again. Growling she bit into his shoulder harsher than she ever had and her back met the wall as he knocked her legs wide. His fingers left no room for teasing and went straight to work sinking into her slick folds. She mewled against his shoulder still holding her bite till she knew she had him.
Daryl's other arm slipped down below her ass and he lifted her quickly forcing her to release her bite on him. She tasted blood but before she could worry her legs were over his shoulders and he had his head buried between her thighs. Her hands went straight to his hair gripping him tightly while trying to keep her balance on his shoulders.
She pulled on his head hard enough to make him look up her body at him and moaned when she smirked against her as the flat of his tongue slid up her slit and his fingers continued their work. Hooking his fingers in a come hither motion and never leaving her eyes he watched her fall apart never letting up till she started trying to get away from him.
She was panting setting back against the wall watching him in front of her. He had set her down and stepped back from her with a growl as his chest heaved. "Go on back Des, I'll be around later." His voice was a painful lust filled growl that held a clear warning to her.
Stepping closer to him she ignored him and grabbed his arm like she had earlier keeping him in place. He stilled his movements at her touch but wouldn't look at her his eyes were on the ceiling as his head was angled up.
"I'm not leaving Daryl." She jerked his arm making him take a step towards her.
His eyes came back to hers and she nodded at him smiling as she slipped her other hand inside his jeans and gripped him. She let her thumb slide over the head of his cock gathering the moisture there as she slid her hand down his length. A guttural noise left his throat and his head dropped down to chest his dark wispy hair blocking her view of his eyes.
He was panting as he grabbed her wrist stilling her motions on him as he started walking her backwards. She tried to look around to see what all was even in the room but Daryl growling kept her eyes on him. "You keep pushin' Des and your gonna get hurt."
She smiled at him mischievously, "But you make it feel so good Daryl."
The back of her legs hit something and she fell backwards Daryl following her down. His mouth met her throat biting on his way up, he was marking her where anyone was going to see.
"You gotta make me stop if I hurt you."
She nodded kissing him lightly and tightening her grip on him almost painfully causing him to growl again. She smiled at him again repeating her actions feeling his cock swell in her hand getting harder. She released him and started shoving his pants down his hips hearing his boots hit the ground her insides clinched in anticipation.
Daryl raised up looking down at her and flipped her on her stomach with no warning and jerked her hips up. She balanced herself and looked over her shoulder watching him as he lined his self up with her. With one smooth thrust he was buried to the hilt in her and she let out a breath at the feeling of being so full. Daryl locked eyes with her and gripped her ass tightly swiveling his hips making her take more of him while stretching her and making sure she'd feel it for days.
Whimpering and closing her eyes and she felt every inch of him as he pulled out till just the tip of him was inside of her. "Look at me." His voice was barely his own.
Opening her eyes and blinking slightly she looked up at him just as he slammed into her making her body buck forward. She braced her arms above her head against the arm rest and watched him like he commanded. His lithe and lean body working greedily against her own. She smirked to herself and clinched her inner muscles around him causing him to groan and look at her.
When his eyes met hers she tightened on him again and pushed herself flush against him as his grip tightened on her ass. Rolling her own hips against his and watching as his breathing changed while watching her she knew she was winning against his control.
"Des." He warned.
She shook her head raising up till her back was flush with his chest. Reaching back she grabbed a handful of his hair and rolled her hips against him again feeling his arms slide around her and up to cup her breast. His face buried in her neck breathing in her scent as he kneaded her breast roughly in his warm rough hands.
"Not with me Daryl, don't hold back with me." She turned her head meeting his eyes. She watched as his cobalt eyes darkened to deep denim and his pupils went wide.
Daryl's hand left her body and he pulled away from her. She felt panic that she had pushed him to far but before she could say anything he spun her around pushing her down on her back chasing her on her way down. Daryl pushed her legs up high and with one swift thrust he drove home causing her back to arch off the couch.
"Oh fuck." she keened.
Daryl growled in response and picked his pace up. Each thrust hitting harder and harder never breaking his stride or his focus. His hand snaked up her body gripping her throat while his arm banded around her thighs holding them to the side and together. She felt heat pooling low in her pelvis with each of his powerful thrust and couldn't help the noises he was drawing from her.
"Goddamn, so fuckin' tight." He panted through clinched teeth.
"Daryl..." Sucking in breath when his eyes slid from where they were joined and traveled the length of her body. His eyes lingered on her breast as they rocked with each of his movements before coming to her eyes. "Harder. Please just...fuck. Fuck me harder."
Daryl's chest heaved and his grip tightened on her throat just enough to make her pant as his other arm dropped her legs down. His body loomed over hers and she pulled her knees up high along side his ribs giving him more room. Daryl's mouth came down over hers as she yelped suddenly from the change in angles and the pinch he gave her clit.
His eyes looked black in the low light that was in the room. She was with her animal. Lifting her hips to meet his thrust she clinched her muscles against the pain and sunk her nails into his ass dragging him harder against her. His mouth left hers shadowing down her throat and closing over her collar-bone.
She felt his teeth bite down as he marked her followed by the soothing slice of his tongue against her skin. His mouth trailing up higher his bites in time with his thrust and fingers working her clit. He never released his hold on her throat instead opting to kiss and bite around his hand, leaving behind a definite design.
Eyes watering she moaned long and low in her throat feeling the beginnings of her orgasm as she flooded him. He released his grip on her throat and instead gripped her breast raising up slightly and watching her. Fingers never slowing and hips never ceasing their piston like movements as he carried her through her orgasm.
Daryl pulled out of her suddenly and set back against the other arm rest his eyes intent on hers. She raised up on her elbows still feeling the after shocks rock her body leaving her hard pressed for breath. She looked at him and felt her need for him kick into over drive even though she was technically with him right now.
His body was sweat slicked and his hair was mussed while still managing to cling to his neck and face. His eyes were intent over her body as he motioned her to him. But she let her eyes linger on him as they ran down his chest to his groin. She raised up higher pushing herself setting while moving towards him. Her eyes never left his cock as she seen her own fluids slick on him, she moaned quietly at the sight.
His hand flashed out gripping and lifting her over him as he gripped his dick in hand. As soon as she was lined up he let her full weight as she dropped down seat him in her fully. He grunted dropping his head back for a minute as his hands gripped her hips with bruising strength forcing her harder down on him.
When his head raised back up to hers he nodded to her and she lifted herself once his grip slackened enough to allow her to. A sharp slap to her ass followed by the sharp nip of his teeth over her pert breast had her hips stuttering against him. "Fuck."
Daryl growled around her nipple looking up at her. His hand guiding her against him and aiding her efforts. Lifting his own hips into hers as he took over her motions working her down on to him. She held on to his shoulders her eyes never leaving his.
Daryl released her nipple and pulled back slightly, "Gonna cum for me?"
Nodding her head frantically she grabbed his neck pulling him back to her breast. Daryl picked up where he left off switching to her other nipple. Biting down sharply she yelped. She clinched around him flooding his cock again making him groan against her breast. The vibrations were enough to set her off again and she felt her body go slack.
Daryl picked up the pace throwing them forward pinning her against the back of the couch. Her legs were locked around his waist and her wrist were pinned above her head with his much larger hand.
Daryl leaned forward letting his nose skim up the valley of her breast all the way to her ear, "Désirée." Daryl tensed against her his head dropping to her shoulder and against her throat as he groaned through his own release. His grip on her hands tightened to the point she grimaced in pain tugging against his hold. He released her quickly his hand dropping to help support her weight against him.
Daryl set back again taking her with him and she collapsed against his chest. Both trying to catch their breath. Yawning against him she smiled feeling him still seated in her throbbing, "Now was that so hard Dixon?"
"Fuck you Des." He muttered his anger spent.
She laughed lightly humming in her throat feeling his chest rumble and the strong lull of his heart beat. She yawned again feeling sleep pull her under but tried to fight against it. "We gotta get back."
Daryl sighed and lifted up from his relaxed position and rolled from underneath her. He pulled his clothes on with fluid grace tinged with fatigue. She started with her own clothes still watching him. "Your hair is a mess."
Daryl looked up at her and shook his head, "Should see your own woman."
Smoothing her hair down and following Daryl through the darkness of the tombs she wasn't sure how the hell she had ended up this far into them. Or him for that matter. Daryl paused at the gate that led back into the safety of the inner prison and pulled her to him lifting her chin up and looking at her throat. His thumb skimmed at random and his eyes looked at hers, unapologetic.
Daryl unlocked the gate and held it open for her as she stepped in front of him. She yelped at the harsh slap that was delivered to her ass drawing the attention of the people in the area as they stepped through the gate. Her face burned red and she seen more than a few eyes go from her throat to Daryl and widen slightly. She looked up at him expecting him to be red faced and slinking away but his angry scowl was back in place keeping people at bay.