Andrea's mostly out of character on this one but I still couldn't resist writing it.
Daryl strode over to the water pump.
God damn it if Andrea didn't jizz a little in her pants watching him.
Damn, the way his muscles bulged as he lifted the lever and brought it down. The water cascaded into the water pail he held underneath it. Still, some of it spilled over onto the edge of his pants which now clung to his huge mass of a body.
Andrea let out a breathy little mewl, like a cat.
Like a jungle cat.
That was in heat.
Literally, the red zone.
Daryl tipped the water bucket and drank his fill; his Adam's apple swinging up and down.
How could such a simple movement make someone feel so inferior?
So friggin hot?
She wanted to do things to him. Bad things. Things his mama would gasp at. Most certainly things Dale wouldn't approve of. Things that would make Glenn and Maggie fill each other will the deep shame of thinking they were the hottest to touch before lava erupted.
She wanted to bad touch him.
He lifted the pail over his head and let the water flow down toward his head and body. Those sweet little water droplets she sought to lick off dripped down his neck and into the V neck of his shirt. He shook his wet head and to Andrea it was like in slow motion. The droplets flung each other off of his body and one single droplet flew to Andrea. She reached out to catch it—
And promptly fell out of the RV doorway where she had been standing to spy on Daryl. She landed with a thud on her knees and hands. Shocked at what had transpired she tried to pick herself up rather quickly. Misjudging how soft the ground was, she slid on the palms of her hands her entire body thrashing like a fish on deck.
Startled, she heard a stifled gruff laugh above her. Daryl stood tall over her, a glint in his eye, and a shadow of a smirk on his lips.
Her face went instantly red as he offered her his hand. Unwillingly, she took hold of the cold, wet yet firm hand.
With a grunt he pulled her to her feet and remarked "Clumsy, much?" and walked away.
Daryl Dixon had touched her; the full realization had hit her only moments later as she escaped from the scene of the crime. He had really touched her!
You bet your ass this was going in her diary tonight.
LOL , I wanted to write a second chapter to this from Daryl's point of view. Should I?
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