A/N: I love Hinder, and I heard this song on the radio, so here we are. Also I realize this is a trope that has been done before. But It was a prompt from a friend and I feel like I put my own spin on it.
It's really good to hear your voice saying my name, it sounds so sweet. Coming from the lips of and angel, hearing those words makes me weak. - Lips of an Angel by Hinder
"Hello Darlin." She had a southern drawl, and it wasn't Georgia southern, it was something from the bayou he thought. He had only ever heard that kind of accent on TV, but it was sexy as fuck. She sounded like those people on that vampire show that Merle used to watch, the one that took place in Louisiana.
He didn't go for that show, not like Merle did, but damn, her voice. It was the stuff dreams were made of.
He wondered if she was faking it, that beautiful accent, like she probably faked a lot of things on the phone with men. It sounded real and he wanted it to be real.
"Hello." Daryl answered hesitantly, still not believing he was doing this. He couldn't face going to a bar to talk to someone, not now. It was too soon, although to hear Merle tell it, it wasn't soon enough. But he just couldn't do that yet. This was as good as it got for right now, and it would have to do. Axel said maybe it was a good way to get his feel wet and get back in the game.
Axel was right in a way but he was also wrong, this wasn't for Daryl, he was sure of that much.
He wanted to reach out for something though, he needed something. Some kind of human contact with a woman.
Samantha was gone for good and he wasn't over it, he knew that. He wondered if he ever would be over it. The disintegration of a ten-year marriage and his wife's affair, just the thought of it hurt him all over again.
But he needed some kind of contact with someone or he was going to lose his mind.
Axel had given him a card for this phone sex line, but he was so embarrassed to be even calling. Apparently Axel was a frequent flyer, he spoke to some girl named Miranda, and dear god, Daryl prayed this wasn't her. He'd never be able to look Axel in the face again if he talked to the same girl. And Daryl wanted to talk to this girl with the smoky whiskey voice.
"Come on cher, don't be shy." She whispered into the phone.
"What does that mean?" He asked.
"Oh, it means darling, beloved one." She said. "I'm from N'awlins, it's what we say. Haven't been in Georgia long enough to lose the expressions I suppose."
"You don't know me." He said. "Why are you calling me that?"
"What's your name baby?"
"Daryl, and you don't know me." He rasped into the phone, he had a smoking voice that was for sure. This was going to be easy, not like some of her other calls when she could tell the person on the other end was a pig. She could happily talk dirty to this guy all night long. Remy hoped he would talk back to her because his voice was twisting her up in knots, in the good way.
She might want to keep this one on the phone for her own amusement. Time to cast the lines and see what he nibbles at.
"Yes, I do, I do know you, I know what you need." She crooned into the phone as if she was reading from a script.
"No, no you don't, I shouldn't have called..."
She was going to lose this one if she didn't think fast. Did he want her to start talking dirty right from the jump? Was that how to keep him on the line? He seemed almost shy, and the shy ones meant lots of jing. And jing was what she was here for.
By the time you got the shy ones to open up to you, the meter ran up a nice bill at the end of the call. But this guy was going to bail, she was sure of it. She had to make a quick assessment and act accordingly or he was going to be gone and she needed school books. Clarice needed clothes because she had a growth spurt recently. Remy had responsibilities, she needed this guy's money.
She needed her cut of this phone call.
To talk dirt or not to? He didn't sound that way to her and Remy knew how to read people. He sounded new, like he had never done this before and he sounded like a hero, someone who needed their ego stroked in a different way. Ok then batman, he was going to get the hero's treatment.
"Wait, maybe I need you." She said sweetly. "Daryl."
She heard his breath catch, bingo.
"You Miranda."
"No sweetheart, she's off tonight, my name is Remy, you know like the cognac?" She said into the phone trying to engage him in something. "How about you tell me about yourself Daryl. How old are you?"
"How old are you."
"Thirty-three, your turn now." She said sweetly.
"Thirty-six."
"Oh, I love older men."
"Pfftttt." He said laughing. "Aint that much older."
"You have a really hot voice Daryl."
He blushed, and he was so glad she couldn't see. He hadn't been complimented on something personal about himself in a long time. It felt really good even if he doubted she meant it.
"Bet your wife loves it." This was her way of seeing if he was single, single guys stayed on the phone longer, not having to worry about a wife busting in on their little fantasies. Single guys called more often too.
"No, she really didn't." He replied and she could hear it in his voice. He was going to lose it, she had to turn this right around or he was going to hang up. "She's gone."
"Well, that's her loss Daryl, because you have got the sexiest voice I have ever heard." She whispered in her own brand of sexy voice. "Say something dirty to me."
"Are you for real?" He asked and she gave him a little giggle.
"I am." He was going to be one of those talkers, he probably wouldn't even get his hand down his pants this time. But he would call her back, she was sure of it.
"And you like doing this…listening to..."
"It pays the bills Daryl and in answer to your question, I feel like I'm helping people."
"Bullshit."
She laughed a merry and sweet laugh that he decided right away that he wanted to hear often. It made him smile and he didn't remember when that happened last. Maybe Axel was onto something after all, though Daryl was never going to tell him that.
"Seriously." She said softly. "I'm a people person."
He was pacing in his room at Merle's because Samantha had taken their house. He was living with Merle and licking his wounds so to speak, but it seemed like it was getting better. This might be a good sign, he was looking for something at least. This was a start maybe.
He thought he heard Merle's truck pull in and he peered out the window.
"Oh fuck my brother's home, I gotta go."
"Oh, I'll miss you Daryl." She said right away. "You can call me later, I take calls till midnight, you know after he goes to sleep?"
"Ah, I don't know."
"Oh come on Daryl, it's ok to be bad sometimes." She smiled into the receiver, casting another line to see if he was taking the bait.
"Good night Remy, and…thank you." He said quickly into the phone.
Then he hung up and she huffed into the phone, and took off her headset. Maybe she had misjudged him, she was sure she could talk him into calling again. She switched her phone over to Charlene who was taking the next call via computer to her house across town and padded out into the hall way. Her daughter was in the living room with her two roommates Denise and Tara doing homework.
"Hey Reesy." She kissed the top of her head. This child was why she did everything she did. She had her when she was just nineteen, a baby herself and Clarice's father was still in New Orleans drinking and fighting. He had no desire to have a daughter or a wife and they hadn't seen him in years.
"Mommy." The thirteen-year-old girl said holding her hands up for a hug.
Remy had been a young mother and had been struggling to raise Clarice alone and go to school and work. Some days it was overwhelming. If her best friend from high school and her girlfriend weren't in their lives, they never would have made it.
Tara had met Denise while Denise was in New Orleans on vacation a few years ago. Tara had followed her to Georgia and Remy had followed Tara. Their makeshift family was one of the wonderful joys in their lives.
They split all the bills of their apartment and helped each other, Remy had her night job and her day job, to help make ends meet. She and Tara were also in school and Denise worked full time as an OR tech, life was busy, but happy.
33333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333
"Remy, there's some guy on the line who wants to talk to you." Caroline's voice came through the headset later that night. "He doesn't want Charlene; says he wants you."
She rolled her eyes and clicked the call over to her headset. She laid back on her bed with a sigh, she had hoped to be done for the night, but it was 11:30 and she was still on the clock. Might as well play it up good and get whoever it was taken care of fast so she could go to sleep. She had a few regulars and she knew just what to say to them, she'd be asleep by midnight.
"Hello Darlin, this is Remy."
"Hi Remy." Oh, it was he with the gravelly voice, she was off her game, she didn't think he would call back. And certainly not this soon.
"Daryl, how are you?"
"Can't sleep." He said almost surprised she remembered him, he hadn't expected that. "That's all."
"Me either." She replied in her sweetest voice. "I bet there's something we can do to help each other sleep."
He didn't answer her. She was going to have to pull it out of him, but guess what? Tick tock and cha-Ching, this was how she made her money. Pretty soon though, she'd have him talking his head off.
"Is your brother asleep? Can you talk now?" She said.
"He's passed out."
"Ok." She laughed. "What are you wearing?"
He puffed out a laugh, that question was the funniest thing he had heard that day. "Sweatpants."
"Oh. Sexy." She said giggling, and it was a real one not a fake giggle. "Me too, and a tank top, no bra."
"Jesus." He said slowly.
"You want me to take them off?"
He laughed. "You don't really do that do you?"
"For you I will." She answered truthfully. "No pictures though, so don't ask ok?"
Some girls would send boob pics to their clients but she wasn't one of them. She didn't want her boobs on every guy is Georgia's cellphone and actually it was bad for business. She got more calls because she didn't do that. It was better to leave things to their imagination, then they called you more.
"Want me to take off my clothes?" She said. "Just tell me."
He didn't believe her for a minute, this was all some kind of show and he really didn't know why he even called her back except he liked the sound of her voice. Her voice was like a siren song to a sailor and he was in deep water.
"That your real name, Remy." Daryl asked her.
"My mother was French creole, from the bayou teche, Louisiana. It's my real name, I promise. What's your real name?"
"It really is Daryl."
"Ok, really Daryl." She purred into the phone. "What do you want to talk about."
"What do you want to talk about?"
"Don't be shy, I want you to get exactly what you want, so you tell me." She breathed into the phone. "What do you want tonight Daryl? I'll tell you a little secret, I'm easy, you always get your way."
"So you're a sure thing?" He laughed.
"Yup."
"Tell me what you look like." He said.
They always wanted to know what you looked like. She always lied and said she was a blonde, it made them happy.
"I'm 5'7 and I have long dark brown hair, green eyes and a c cup." She couldn't lie to this one, it danced through her head that she should beware of that, but she pushed it away, wanting to be in the moment with him. She knew she was in dangerous territory already.
He flopped back on his bed and his head hit the pillows with a whoosh. "You're very suggestive."
"I know." She laughed. "Now tell me? What do you look like?"
"I have blonde hair, kind of on the long side. Blue eyes."
"Oh I love blue eyes." She crooned into the phone.
"I don't work out, I'm kind of on the thin side." He looked that the clock on his bedside table, he had to be up at six am for work. Time to move this along.
"You sound really cute, Daryl, I love the sound of your voice. Tell me to do something…" She didn't get a chance to finish her sentence. She had just pushed his button.
"Touch your hair, run your fingers through it like it was me doing it." He whispered into the phone. "And don't do anything else unless I tell you to."
Well, hello there, Sir. Remy thought with a smile.
Daryl's dick was hard already and as much as he didn't want to be, he was excited by her voice. She said she would do whatever he wanted and secretly, that was his kink.
She wanted to play along and he wasn't going to stop now, his dick was in charge now. When his dick was in control he was a mouthy bastard. This girl just opened Pandora's box and didn't even know it.
Daryl tried to picture what her lips looked like as she spoke to him, Remy. It probably wasn't her real name but oh, it fell off his lips just perfectly. He would pretend it was her real name, because it suited her voice and he wanted to imagine she wouldn't lie to him. Daryl wanted to be special to her and someone she would be truthful with.
He needed to feel special to someone even if it was for a short time and he was paying for it.
"Ok." She reached up and swept her hair out of her face, usually she just pretended for guys on the phone, but a girl had needs too. She didn't have time to date with school and her two jobs, and as she got up to lock her door she realized this was just on the edge of unprofessional.
She didn't care.
It was his voice and the fact that suddenly he was out if his shell all of the sudden and giving her orders. That was so hot to her for some reason, most guys that called her liked for her to do the talking which was why she never had time to think about herself.
"You're the boss Daryl."
"Damn right I am." He said quickly, reaching down and rubbing his dick through his sweatpants.
Oh fuck. He was good.
"Fuck me, Daryl. I thought you were this shy, sweet guy."
"Oh, I am, except when I'm turned on and right now I'd give my right arm to fuck you. But I'll take what I can get." He said, all of the sudden getting really talkative. "You have a headset on, hands free?"
"Yup."
"Good, take off your shirt." He said listening to see if he could hear her doing it. It sounded like she took it off and his dick twitched. He imagined he was going to have to take a second job to be able to call her as much as he planned on calling her.
All of the sudden he was really sure he'd be calling her again.
"It's off." She said.
"Close your eyes, sweetheart and touch your breasts, pretend it's me touching you just the way you like."
She sucked in a breath. Holy fuck he was good, it had to be his voice.
"You ok Remy?" He asked with a comical lilt to his voice.
"Yes." She answered.
"I wanna get you off so bad baby." He whispered into the phone, low so Merle wouldn't hear. "If I was there Remy, I'd have my hands and lips all over those gorgeous nipples, my tongue all over them until you were screaming."
"You're making me wanna scream now." She said doing what he told her to do. "I want more."
"Not till I say." He answered. "Keep touching them and imagine it's me, I would do it just like that, just like you like it."
He listened to her breathing, he was almost positive she was really doing it. He smiled a little smile of satisfaction. His dick was throbbing and he was really glad he jerked off in the shower first and didn't put underwear on. He wasn't in a hurry so to speak, he had a nice slow steady rhythm going.
He was going to have some fun with her, it was amazing to him how good this was.
"Tell me how it feels, Remy." He said quietly into the phone.
"I wanna come, Daryl." She breathed into the phone. "I have to."
"Not yet baby. "He said, now sure she was really doing it. She was sighing and breathing heavy on her end of the phone. "Just keep doing what you're doing and spread those legs for me."
Fuck she should pay him; this wasn't a bad perk to this job at all.
"No touching yet."
"Fuck, Daryl." She breathed out. "I know you have your hand on your dick."
He laughed and so did she. "Yeah your right." He said holding the phone in one hand and licking his other hand before he replaced it back around his aching dick.
"I heard that, fucker." She said.
Daryl grinned into the phone, she was something else. "Fine, outside your clothes and you better stop when I tell you to."
He listened intently to her breathing as he imagined her touching herself. It was so much better hearing another person's voice. He could jerk off all day long and it wouldn't be as good as it was right now with her. He could hear her and it was amazing, and he was going to need that second job, because he was pretty sure this was how addictions started.
"Stop." He said when he sensed her breathing speeding up and she let out a frustrated sigh. He was sure she'd start cursing him out again, he found it funny and he loved teasing her. It would be something to know her in real life.
"I… Daryl…"
"Tell me how wet you are."
"More than ever before..." She gasped out. "You're a fucking tidal wave to me. I need it."
"I really wanna fuck you Remy. "He said and now his breathing was getting heavy. "Go ahead, nice and slow."
"Me too." She said reaching down into her shorts. "I want to."
He didn't know if that was part of the script and right now he could give a fuck, she was saying what he wanted to hear and job or not, it was doing it for him.
"Tell me how you feel Remy, are you close?"
"Yes." She whispered.
"Then stop, count to thirty." He said into the phone and she let out another sigh. "Trust me okay and say my name, I love the way you say it."
"Daryl, you're a fucking tease and I hate you right now." She breathed out. "How's that?"
"Love it, do it again and stop again, I'm doing it too." He explained, he had been slowly and steadily jerking his dick until he almost felt it building and then he stopped. Three times he brought her just to the edge and stopped her and he was sweating through his t-shirt now.
He imagined it was the same for her, he could hear her.
He knew the pay-off would be explosive and he had to remember to be quiet because Merle was right in the other room. There was something so hot about talking dirty to someone in a whisper, trying not be found out by someone.
"You had enough Remy?" He asked. "You wanna come?"
"Please please please." She gasped out quiet, because everyone else in the house was asleep.
"Do it." He said, increasing the rhythm on himself. "Come with me, sweetheart."
She dug her heels into the mattress and finally began let herself go.
"Oh my god, Daryl, Oh, oh." She whispered, but he could tell she was going over the edge. He swore it lasted over a minute, he could hear her mumbling and sighing over the phone still, even after he came with excruciating force all over his t-shirt.
"Fuck, Fuck." He said into the phone softly.
"Yeah." She sighed into the phone.
He pulled his shirt over his head and threw it on the floor, then rolled over in bed still holding the phone. They talked softly for a few more minutes about nothing and everything and when they hung up he was shocked that he didn't want to say goodbye to her.
33333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333
Soon Daryl was calling her a few times a week and he was totally over that initial shyness he had the first time. Her voice was comforting to him and sweet, and dripping with sensuality. Sometimes they just talked about their lives and a lot of the time got each other off.
But they were friends too and that's why he kept calling her. That and maybe he was a little in love with her. He tried not to read too much into it, this was a good way to get his feet wet, like Axel said. Then maybe someday he could go out and actually meet someone.
"I got my credit card bill Remy, you didn't charge me for all the calls."
"Shhhh, it's our secret, I'm allowed to give one discount at my own discretion, it's kind of like a perk."
"But…"
"Daryl do you remember when you asked me if I was really doing it with you." She asked.
"I know you are." He answered. There was no way she wasn't he could tell after that first time. He didn't know why she chose him, but he was damn grateful she did. She never touched herself with other callers, she told him that the first night and he believed her.
She basically talked them through whatever they happened to be doing. It was all very mechanical the way she explained it to him.
"We're friends and I can't do this for free, but I can discount you ok?" She said. "I actually like talking to you."
"Stahhp."
"It's true, you make my lady parts tingle and trust me, this is usually just a job for me." She replied. "You turned the tables on me now so, this is how it's going to be."
"Fine, tell me more about you. Whatever you feel safe telling I mean." He said. "You know about me, maybe better than anyone now."
"I live with my best friend, Tara." She said. "We both go to nursing school."
"Does she know how you make your money?" He asked.
"She does, so does her girlfriend and everyone approves, its temporary, until I'm out of school." She said. " I know I'm older but, I hit some bumps along the way."
"I think it's great that you go to school. I thought about it too."
"Why don't you do it?" She said. "Its different Daryl, when your older in school."
"Don't know what I'd study."
"Didn't you say you draw?" She asked.
"Yeah a little." He said.
"So take some art classes. Seriously."
"Might."
"Daryl, draw me like your French girls." She said. "I've always wanted to say that."
"You're cute you know that?"
"I'm serious Daryl, why not right?" She said. "If I can go to school why can't you?"
"Sure, why not?"
333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333
Daryl knew that voice in front of him in the bookstore, she was on the phone, which was so ironic, talking to what sounded like her child. He didn't know she had a child, she had never mentioned that, but he didn't blame her he supposed.
Still he knew it was her, he could feel it.
He would know her voice anywhere, slow and smooth like honey dripping of a spoon, just like a slow fuck on a weekend morning.
It was Remy, he was sure of it, it was her voice. The voice of an angel, the girl who said she was from New Orleans, and that was why she had a French name. The girl he talked to sometimes up to four times a week. He paid for it of course, but after a month, when he got his credit card statements he noticed she only charged him for half an hour every time and they talked way longer sometimes. Sometimes they talked for hours and she wouldn't charge him for more than half an hour.
He didn't know how to thank her for that, it had been six months and he still teetered on the edge of a sweet friendship with her. He told her to charge him full price but she said they were friends. She couldn't not charge him or she would lose her job, but she could cook the books enough so that he didn't get raked over the coals.
She was indirectly the reason he was in this store, on this day. He had started an art class, like she had been telling him to do for months. He finally did it and was buying his text books that day.
She was telling someone named Clarice to do her homework and she would be home as soon as she found a Mosby's Nanda book and met someone named Tara for coffee. Daryl happened to know that was a nursing book, his mother was a professor of nursing at the community college until she passed away three years ago.
He walked by casually, holding his art books and looked at the voice to see if it was anything like his fantasy of her had been. She hadn't lied, she said she was indeed 5'7 with dark auburn hair and green eyes, so beautiful too. She had not lied about anything. She wore blue student scrubs from the local college, and in another time, she could have been in his mother's class.
She was his age, just like she had said, her skin was creamy white and looked so soft. What he wouldn't give to touch her for real.
Remy was smiling on the phone and he noticed a dimple on her chin and one on her left cheek, but not on the right. She was better than he imagined, better than he had drawn her. He had sketched her a few times in the past months, his image of what she might look like.
He had sketched her pretty, but in reality, she was beautiful.
Part of it was her hair, it was thick and shiny and he wanted to touch it so desperately. She had it up, like most nursing students did, but he could tell it was thick and wavy. He loved girls with long hair.
Daryl headed over to the nursing books section and she was still on the phone, talking quietly to the child. She didn't see him because he had been behind her and it wasn't like he followed her, although he would follow that voice anywhere. She was the reason he survived his divorce, he and Samantha signed two months ago and it hadn't hit him as hard as he thought.
She was the reason. This woman in front of him. She helped him get through it with his sanity intact. She was his friend.
He didn't want to think of himself as a stalker, because he wasn't going to bother her. But he just had to know for sure…
When he got to the nursing book section, he bent down next to the row of books just she came around the corner. The book she wanted was right next to him.
"Excuse me Sir" Polite to a fault as she bent down right next to him and he could swear he smelled coconuts, and it was intoxicating.
He wanted to say something, but he knew she would know who he was. He couldn't say a word and he didn't want to, for fear of scaring her away.
She reached for the little book that told him without a doubt she was a nursing student and she had told him that one of the nights he called her. Everything she had told him was true, so far. Then he heard someone call her name, Remy.
It floated past him like music to his ears, like the sweetest melody he had ever heard. It really was the girl of his dreams right in front of him.
There was another dark haired girl walking over, her hair in a half ponytail, also dressed in the scrubs. "Grab me one too Remy or are we going to share it?" She said as she came to stand next to her.
"We can share Tara."
That was Tara, her bestie and roommate.
She took the book and started to turn towards her friend, as she did her glasses fell off her head and onto the floor. "Come on let's get home Clarice is having a fit."
"Denise is there, tell her to chillax." Tara answered. "I need my venti mocha espresso for this study session."
He picked the glasses up from the floor.
"Miss." He called after her. "Your glasses."
"Thanks Daryl." She said as she took them from him. She turned away and then stopped, he could tell she realized what she did. Then she and looked back at him, the recognition flashing through her eyes. She knew it was his voice, just like he knew hers.
"Told you it was my real name." He whispered.
"Told you too." She said and then she walked away with her friend.
He walked past them in the café and they were sitting there talking to each other and their heads were in the book they bought. He didn't see her look up as he walked away, he didn't know she watched him pay for his books and until he got into his truck to leave.
33333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333
He got a text shortly after he left the bookstore, it was simple but to the point.
~ You look just like I thought you would.
So she definitely knew, and it was definitely her. He stopped at the next light and texted her back, taking the biggest chance of his life and just typed what he wanted to say.
~ I'd really like to take you out for dinner sometime Remy.
~ Call me.
A/N: Thank you for reading and please let me know what you think. Jing is slang for money, that's what we call it on the east coast here.