Disclaimer: I do not own anyone in this little fic.
Notes: Not much to say, this is just something that wouldn't leave my mind after season 8 and just decided to try it. It has been a while since I wrote anything so I'm rusty and this was typed from my phone so sorry for the mistakes. Other than that, enjoy. P.S. Rated M for a reason, smut!
For Just a Second
She didn't think much about it when she asked. No, and not even after the odd request spilled out of her mouth and her body automatically turned around so he could do it, did it cross her mind that what she was asking could turn out to be so awkward… she just asked without thinking about it because the truth was that she wanted to get out of her soiled shirt as soon as possible and pulling it over her head was not even an option she considered.
"I'm going to kill him." She blurted out, her lips pursing and her eyes set on an undefined spot ahead of her.
No response came her way, but she could feel as he approached from behind and pulled at the edge of her shirt, his fingers momentarily brushing against the newly exposed skin of her lower back. The sensation didn't last long tough, and as her mind drifted in self reproach for letting Eugene slip out of their reach, he began to cut.
"I can't believe I let him go away." She couldn't believe either that he puked on her, or that after searching all over the place, neither Daryl or her could find him. He just disappeared out of thin air and it pissed her off.
"Son of a bitch will get what's coming for him."
Daryl's voice, almost low as a whisper made her snap out of her thoughts and she realized that the back of her shirt was completely ripped, just as she requested.
Glad that after what felt like hours she could at last get out of a shirt that was covered with dried vomit, Rosita grimaced and with a grunt of disgust she almost yanked it off her body and threw it away. "Can't wait to see that happen." Saying that she turned around to face him, her hand already grabbing the left strap of her bra to slide it off her shoulder.
Her eyes found his as she turned, and that was exactly the moment when she felt it, not only the awkwardness of the moment but realization as well. Was she actually planning on getting topless in that room, with Daryl present… Daryl, of all people?
Almost as if she was frozen on the spot and with her hand still grabbing the black strap, the younger woman just looked at him as he looked at her and never in the time they had spent together on expeditions and missions, did his silence felt so deafening or the blue of his eyes so penetrating.
Did his eyes always felt so intense? Was he always so serious?
But before she could even blink or come up with an answer to those questions. He mumbled something under his breath, lowered his eyes along her body and just like that, he was gone.
Swallowing on dry and trying to shake what just happened out of her mind, Rosita took off the rest of her clothes and just as she was planning since she found a place to clean up and the toilerettes to do so, she started to wash herself. She knew she had to be quick, Daryl himself told her when she made her intentions clear after they gave up looking for Eugene, but as she told him between clenched teeth, the stench of vomit and the feeling of it trespassing her shirt to cling on her skin was making herself feel nauseous. In the heat of the moment she tried to put it on the back of her mind, but once it was clear they were not going to find their former friend, it started to bother her.
True, she has been covered in blood and guts before and in some bad days she has endure it for far longer, but that day, in that moment, she needed it. Not only did she need to clean up not to gag, but she also needed the cold water to cool off her temper.
"I'm going to get you, Eugene. Asshole."
Scrubbing herself clean almost furiously, Rosita's mind went back to Daryl. Maybe she was seeing things where there were none, but for a few seconds she felt something pass between their eyes. True, with his hair covering his face as always it was hard to read his expression and well, with his usual silent demeanor it was even harder to guess what he was thinking, but even those inconveniences were there, she still felt it.
Hell, she even saw it and she could swear that even if it was for a second, he was checking her out. Or was he?
Daryl… of all the people she has come to know after the world went up to shit, he was the one she could never figure out. Most of the time he was an asshole that kept to himself; he was a lone wolf, but at the same time he cared for his pack and he would give his life to protect them. So yes, he was hard to read and even harder to like, but on rare occasions one could get small glimpses of his vulnerability and it made her curious, he always had. He cared for the ones in his group and he would do anything to protect them, but if something came out wrong he would silently blame himself and beat himself for it.
And now, she was part of his group and even when she had never figure him out, she has found herself stuck with him. Be it hunting, plotting or on missions, the two of them had formed some kind of a team, spending lots and lots of time together. Unfortunely, not even a single moment of their time together indicated that her curiosity was reciprocated so she never said or did anything to make things be more than what it was.
He was probably gay or something, that was the conclusion she made for herself when she found out that he wasn't with Carol. Because yes, at the begging of it all she was sure that the two of them were together, and when she found out that they were nothing more than good friends, she had no choice but to think that the biker was into guys.
It was really a shame, but after all, as far as she knew, he has either remained alone for all those years or he was secretly with some guy. Maybe even Jesus or he could even be asexual, what would she know.
But that day, even if it was for a second, she felt something. And it wasn't her wishful thinking...
Taking in a deep breath and pulling her hair out of the pony tail she had, she finished washing and rinsing and reached for the shirt she found in the abandoned house they found along their way. It was a bit oversized for her, but it was the only thing it that place that she could wear and considering the fact that there was no way she was going to put her dirty shirt and bra once again, she would have to do with it.
Once the shirt was on, she looked around for the rest of her clothes, but before putting them on, she ran a hand through her hair and driven by a wild impulse, she opened the door and walked out of the bathroom.
Daryl was sitting in the only sofa that remained in the old place, and as soon as he felt her approach he looked up to her.
"You done?" His face was partially hidden behind his hair and since the day was slowly fading away, it was getting dark, but even in the chiaoscuro of the room she could not only see the intensity of his eyes, she could even feel them, running from her own eyes to her chest, then down her naked thighs and then back to her face.
Could he tell from looking at her that she was wearing nothing but the shirt? The way his eyes darkened a little she would guess that yes. After all she hadn't even dried off and she could feel the fabric sticking to her chest.
Feeling her heart beating hard against her ribcage, she walked in bare foot to him, noticing that not even once did he stopped returning the stare, that was when she came to realize that she probably should turn around and get dressed so they could leave. After all they needed to deliver an important message.
But she didn't do such a thing, it was almost as if she wasn't in charge of the movements of her body and next thing she knew, she was straddling him.
"What the hell are you doing." He asked, almost as if he wanted to push her off of him; but there was no harshness in his tone and none in his eyes. Actually, his tone made her feel even more curious, after all it was as if his voice was stuck down his throat and the sound that came out only encourage her. His hand even came to rest on her waist and before her senses could come back, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his.
She did no more than that and neither did he, and for what felt like an eternity she waited for him to either push her away or kiss her like she wanted him to. He did none of those and she started to wonder what the fuck was she doing.
This was Daryl and without even giving it a thought she basically threw herself at him without even saying a thing.
Pulling away she opened her eyes and tried to dig into his. With their eyes locked, his breath brushing against her face and the feeling of his hand on her, even through the shirt, burning, she closed the brown orbs once again and tried to chuckle the awkwardness away, but no sound came.
"Look…" She began to say but he cut her off, pressing his mouth back to hers as his other hand pressed to the small of her back.
He kissed her roughly, his tongue pushing pass her lips and seeking hers almost desperately.
Wrapping and arm around his neck to make the kiss go even deeper, Rosita let herself be carried away into the moment. Little as it was, what has happening felt kind of surreal… after all she was almost naked and letting Daryl kiss her senseless…
Yes, Daryl!
Not even half an hour before she was almost sure that he was gay and now… well, now she was sure that he wasn't. She could even feel against her naked crotch how a bulge that definitely wasn't there when she walked to him was pushing back against her.
The feeling made a shiver run down her spine and she trembled, her hips grinding against him, rotating a little so she could feel him better.
And as she did that, his hands sneaked underneath her shirt and were now settled on her naked ass, pulling her even closer if it was possible.
Moaning into the kiss and feeling as is she needed more, her free hand slid between their bodies and reached for his belt to take it off. He got the hint and without breaking the kiss, he helped her.
With their tongues dwelling for dominance and the repercussions of what they were doing eluding her, she savored the moment, exploring his mouth and getting drunk on the taste of him.
If felt amazing, it made her stomach tighten as a liquid warm sensation soaked her privates.
It was crazy, she felt crazy.
Sure, she had to admit that in more than what occasion her mind had wondered about him. She has been curious to know if the Daryl behind closed doors was as intense and impulsive as he was in everything else and in her mind she decided that yes, he must be. But because she truly believed she would never know for sure, the curiosity faded away and hid in the back of her mind.
And now she was going to find out.
Retreating her hand so he could work himself with the inconvenience of his belt, she brushed his hair away from his face and kept kissing him. There was no need to talk, there was no need to stop kissing him so she kept on, faintly realizing that the only sound she could detect in the room was her heart beating so hard she could hear it against her ears, the distinct sound of the metal of his belt clinging and then his zipper coming undone.
He made her lift a little and she did, and for the first time he stopped kissing her so he could focus on what he was doing and she took that moment to look at him. His eyes were almost black and his moistened lips looked more inviting that ever.
He didn't say anything though. Not that she expected him to do so, he has never been a man of many words and that moment didn't seem to be the exception. He looked very concentrated and she bit hard on her lips, waiting.
Blinking a couple of times and breathing hard through her mouth, she observed as he settled her back on him and she could definitely feel his naked cock against the bare pussy.
That right there made her shiver once again and she knew that she was going to be a goner as soon as he entered her. But he didn't even tried to, he just pulled her shirt over her head and went straight for her breast. One in his hand, kneading and feeling around and the other one into his mouth, his tongue swirling around her nipple before sucking at it.
He didn't do it hard as she would have expected, and even though it wasn't tender either, it felt perfect. It made her moan and she pushed her groin to his, desperately needing to feel the hardness of him sliding in.
"Daryl…" She breathed out in a plead, her face burying into the crook of his neck. She wanted him, in some kind of way she needed it, and that he wasn't even trying to fuck her senseless as she would have expected him to do made her feel desperate.
Patience was something she has always lacked and in that moment he was testing it.
Determined, she reached for him, her hand searching and finding his cock while wrapping her fingers around him. He felt hard as stones and hot as hell and when she heard the way he sucked in a breath she bit on her lips.
She didn't even care that he was still fully clothed while she was completely naked, what she wanted she wanted right there and in that moment.
But when she lifted her hips and started to accommodate him he spoke for the first time and held her still.
"Haven't done this in a while. I don't wanna embarrass myself here." Looking into her stormy eyes, he mumbled the words as always, but she heard him just fine and understood.
Kissing him and pulling away quickly, she stroked him, swirling her wrist and thus making the head of his erection brush against the wetness between her legs.
"It's okay, you'll probably last longer than me." And that was a statement, because as she brushed him against her she could feel a sweet tension ready to burst out of her.
"Yeah?" He asked, his hands moving to her ass and feeling around her flesh.
Instead of answering, she kissed him deeper and eased herself on him. His length stretching her in the most delicious way. It has been some time for her too, and the knowledge of who this was plus the sensation of what has happening was enough. Just as he settled all the way in as his hands kept pulling her closer was enough for her to cum in his arms.
Moaning against his mouth and digging her nails to the back of his neck, she came undone in a matter of seconds. It was crazy, it was as if her insides just exploded in ecstasy, then came the way he grabbed her ass even harder and started to slam into her and she was lost in sensation.
It was intense, she came hard, clutching to him as he swallowed her moans into his kiss.
She wanted him to keep going, she wanted to run her hands through his hair and she wanted to pull from the kiss and scream, but she wasn't able to break from his lips and just buried her fingers in his hair and enjoyed the ride.
He came soon after, holding her closer and breaking the kiss to let out a few grunts. She watched him, his cheeks tinged with red, his lips parted and his eyes obscenely set on hers. It was too much, and if the moment he exploded inside of her wasn't enough, the way he kept his eyes on her was what did it and she came again.
They rode they wave together, and when their breathing started to settle back to normal they kissed, this time his hands tangling in her hair.
"Well that was sure something." He said. He was still inside of her and she chuckled.
"Can't feel my legs." She looked up to the ceiling and breathed out, still feeling wanton.
Patting her ass, he put a finger to her chin and made her look at him. "We better keep going."
Nodding and sliding off, she bit on her upper lip and blinked a couple of times, realizing that what he just said was a typical dismiss of Daryl and she started to wonder if she messed up things with him. Things could turn out to turn awkward as hell from then on and as she felt his cum sliding down her thighs she started to make her way back to the bathroom
The bucket of water she used earlier on was still there so she better use it.
But before she could disappear, she felt him pull at her arm to make her turn around.
Facing him, she looked at him expectantly, ready for whatever it was to come.
"Next time at least give me a chance to get out of my clothes, will ya?"
Unable to help it, her lips cracked into a smile and she nodded. She liked the sound of that because those words carried a lot of possibilities. His own lips curved into the phantom of a smile so she was going to assume he thought that way too. "Got it."
Sure, for now they were going to have their hands full with everything that was going on, but she was going to make sure there was going to be a next time.
TBC