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Two months later: ( 3 months into their relationship, 5 months since his accident)
Saint and Carol were working in her garden one afternoon. The camp had broke up and moved into the farmhouse they had ready. The men had started working on the next farmhouse, getting it ready too. Rick, Lori, and Carl were going to live in one farm house while Dale, Carol, and T-Dog were going to live in the other one. Glenn had moved back to Hershel's farm with Maggie. Saint was growing enough food to support the group and Daryl was hunting for them still. They had planted crops in the first farm but it was going to be a while before anything would be grown enough for them to eat.
" Are you excited to move into the..." Saint's words grew soft until they trailed off. Carol looked at her then towards the direction she was looking. She smiled. Daryl was walking across the field towards them. His head was down and he had his cross bow across his back. Saint smiled and shook her head. She looked back down at her work. " I'm sorry, I kind of forgot that I was talking about." Carol laughed.
" It's okay. I get it." She said. Saint looked at her then blushed and looked down.
" Sometimes I just look at him and I'm struck by beautiful he is. I can't think straight when it happens." She said.
" It's nice to see." Carol said with a small laugh. The women looked at each other and smiled. Saint flushed again and looked down at the ground as she started to work again. But women started to laugh.
The day was hot and by two in the afternoon Daryl was tired and needed a break. He had been working in outside since seven that morning. He wanted ten minutes inside the cabin with a glass of water and peace and quiet. Sometimes he just needed a break from everyone. Well, everyone but her. Since the group had moved into the farmhouse, they had been having more alone time and he loved it. Her laugh brought his head up. She was on her knees working with Carol in the garden. His eyes took in her quickly. She was wearing tiny, ass hugging cotton shorts and what looked like a sports bra.
" Saint, what the hell you wearin?" He asked when he was close enough for her to hear him. She turned and looked at him than down at herself. She had braided her long hair into a fish bone braid.
" What? It's hot." She said when she looked at him. Carol smiled and stood up with her basket.
" I think I will head back home." She said as she brushed her pants off. She quickly walked away from them. Saint smiled as she stood up. She started brushing her knees off.
" You can't be wearin shit like that." He said. She looked down at herself again then at him again.
" What's wrong with it?" She asked as he started towards her.
" Your ass is just barely covered up. I can see your nipples through that." He said. Saint was wearing a tiny pair of tennis shoes with no socks. She started shifted her weight back and forth.
" It's hot, Daryl." She whined. He leaned down and picked up her basket.
" And there are other men here." He held out his hand to her. Saint smiled and took it.
" What are you saying?" She asked as he pulled her through the garden.
" I'm sayin you ain't got to run around in an outfit like that. You should cover up more. Ain't no man but me needs to see that much of your skin." He said. He was leading them back to the house. " I ain't gonna be able to work knowin you're dressed like that." He said. Saint laughed.
" Don't think about it than." She said. He pulled her arm, spinning them around so her back was against the cabin. He took a hold of both her hands and interlaced their fingers. He swept her arms straight out and over her head. He pressed himself against her, thrusting his hips painfully slow.
" You feel that." He asked quietly as he brought his mouth to her neck. She closed her eyes when he sucked some of her skin into his mouth.
" Yeah." She almost whispered.
" That is why I can't work with you dressed like that." He moved his mouth to hers and kissed her deeply. He continued thrusting his hips, mimicking sex, as he kissed her. He pulled her tongue into his mouth and sucked it hard. Saint moaned loudly. " Now you gonna get in that house, get those clothes off and we gonna have sex then you puttin sumthing else on."
" And what if I say no?" She whispered.
" You know you ain't gonna say no." He whispered, continuing to work his hips.
" I might." She whispered.
" Ain't gonna happen." He dipped his head down to her neck. She closed her eyes and waited for him. He brushed his lips against her pulse. " You're turned on, " He flicked his tongue out so it brushed against her skin. " heart's racin," He moved his head to the center of her neck and did the same thing. "breathin changin," He moved to the left side of her neck. " bet if I touched you, you'd be wet for me." He ran his tongue up the side of her neck and up behind her ear.
" Oh God..." She moaned out as her knees started to give out. Daryl chuckled and let her go. He swept her up and over his shoulder. He smacked her ass as he started to walk towards the front of their cabin.
" Gonna fuck you good." He said. Saint giggled as her body tingled with his promise. He walked across the porch and swept open their door. He set her down, making her look at him. " You get them clothes off and get in bed." He ordered.
She started walking backwards as she pulled her sports bra off. He turned around and shut and lock the door. When he turned back around, she was slipping her shorts off. She smiled and threw them at him. He grinned as he caught them. He watched as she hooked her fingers around her panties' waistband. She shimmed them off, still smiling at him. His eyes drank in her naked body. He licked his lips without thinking. He brought his hands to his belt and started undoing them as he came forward.
" I want you so fuckin bad." He said softly.
" Than come and have me." She said.
When he reached her, his hands went into her hair. He gripped it as he pulled her to him. He kissed her roughly. There was going to be nothing gentle about this coupling. This was going to be about getting off and they both knew it. He'd take her again before bed and make up for the rough behavior, although he knew she didn't mind. Sometimes they just needed it rough and hard. He pushed her to their bed while his tongue twisted and untwisted around hers.
" Get on the bed, on your knees." His voice was low and gruff. She turned away from him and climbed onto their bed. " Damn it, Saint!" He swore softly. " Your fuckin body is amazin."
" It's your playground." She whispered as she got into the position he wanted.
He got on the bed behind her and let his hand travel down her back to her shoulders. He pushed her upper body down while putting his other arm around her waist. He brought her ass up more and nudged her legs apart. He took a hold of his self and entered her swiftly. She clutched her blankets and cried out right away. He yanked on her hair as he started moving quickly. She rocked her body against him, making him groan as he bit his bottom lip. The sounds of their fast sex echoed through the cabin. Skin slapping against skin, pants and moans, cursing and groans, there was no denying what they were doing. This was about fucking and being fucked. This was about having an orgasm and giving an orgasm. There would be time for kissing and soft touches later.
" Fuck, Angel." He whispered.
" Pull it! Pull my hair, please!" She begged.
He yanked her hair, forcing her head to snap up. His other hand squeezed her hip. Her body started trembling and squeezing around him a second before she cried out with her eyes closed. She was clutching the blankets, her orgasm hitting her quickly. Daryl's head fell back and he groaned out her name as he came inside her hard. Her muscles milked his penis of everything he had. His hands flew up into his own hair and he pulled it. Sometimes she made him feel so good he needed a little pain to bring him back to reality.
She rocked against him slowly as they started to come down. His hands slipped slowly from his hair until his arms dropped to his side. Her head came down so she was resting her forehead against their bed. Daryl sat back so he was sitting on his knees. His head fell so his chin was against his chest. That was just what he needed. Saint sighed and moved so he fell out of her. She rolled over onto her back and grinned at him.
" Thanks for that. Now get out before my boyfriend finds you." She said. He opened his eyes and looked at her.
" Your boyfriend?" He asked. " He a big guy?"
" He's a dirty redneck with a cross bow and he will fuck you up." Saint said. He grinned
" You know I would too. I'd fuck up anyone who tried to touch you." Daryl said.
" You did already." She said. He nodded as he got off her bed.
" And I'd do it again." He said. He leaned down and started pulling his pants up. Saint hopped off their bed and strolled over to her dresser to find some clothes to change into.