Jenna keeps thinking back to that day when she met Carl. If she hadn't have made an impression on the young boy, they wouldn't be here at this quarry with all of these people. Carl had insisted that Shane and Lori include the threesome in the plan of getting off of the highway.
Jenna, Daryl, and Merle set their camp up a little further away from everyone else. The men liked their privacy, they were intimidating to the other members, and the group seemed to look on in disgust at the Dixon men.
Jenna got along great with everyone and enjoyed being around all of the kids. It made the hole in her heart feel less empty since she missed her daughter. She quickly developed a bond with Carl and Sophia. Sophia reminded her a lot of Daryl. She knew the situation and why the girl was so shy. There were plenty of times when she just wanted to go up to Ed and kill him for even breathing heavily. Jenna has always been a nice person. She came from a family that loved and cared for her in every way possible, and they taught her to be nice to everyone, never judge, and take no shit from anyone. This was the code she lived by. She may be small, but she is a feisty bitch when pushed. Thankfully, no one here other than her family has seen that side of her yet. When they do, they're in for a surprise.
Merle went into his tent about an hour ago, probably to get high without the disapproving looks from Jenna and Daryl. They didn't agree with it, not that Merle gave a shit, but he was respectful enough to not do it in front of his sister. She is probably the only woman in his whole life that he respected and loved. Any woman that can put up with a Dixon and not run or drown themselves in alcohol was a saint in his book.
"Le's get some sleep woman. Gonna go huntin tomorra, try an get us some venison fer a change." Daryl said while rubbing the back of Jenna's neck.
"Okay baby, sounds good." She said with a small smile. Jenna grabbed his hand and walked into their tent, turning on the small camping lantern that sat on a crate beside their air mattress. Daryl toed off his boots and started unbuttoning his shirt before flopping down on the mattress. He felt the mattress shifting as she climbed onto it and behind him. He knew what she was up to, it was their nightly routine for the past 6 years, and he secretly loved. He would never say it out loud, but he loved having her fuss over him like a mother hen.
"Alrigh' le's get it over with woman." Daryl pulled off his shirt and put his elbows on his knees as he heard the lid from the lotion bottle click, he couldn't help but smile.
"Like you don't like it. Told you before I can stop doing it if it's such an inconveinience." She smirked as she rubbed the lotion into her hands before taking hold of his shoulders and gently massaging.
"Shuddup." He grunted as he hung his head. He had no idea how he got a woman like her to marry him, let alone enjoy being with him and enjoy doing little things like this for him. However it happened, he's grateful. He was always afraid of having his shirt off in front of others. The scars that littered his back from his drunk prick of a father only raised questions he never wanted to answer and he never wanted anyone's pity. With Jenna, he never questioned it. He just took his shirt off one day and never thought twice about it. She didn't pity him, she didn't gasp or run in horror, instead she got out her lotion and gave him a massage as he told her where they came from. As she massaged, she kissed every scar on the way down until she was finished. She's done this routine every night since, and he wouldn't have it any other way.
"Yer sure you wanna go on tha' run tomorra with the Chinaman? I'd rather you'd find somethin to do 'round here til I get back." He grabbed her hands and pulled them around his shoulders, while twisting her rings on her finger. He was proud of the ring. He wanted to make sure she got something that showed just how special she was to him, how special their bond was to him. He worked overtime shifts at the garage and sold meat from his catches on his hunting trips for months to save up and get her what he thought she deserved. White gold bands on both rings, both having small diamonds around the entire bands, but the engagement ring had a 1 ct. princess cut diamond. She insisted it was too much when he popped the question, but he knew by the look on her face that it was the right choice. She was a simple, low maintenance woman but, she deserved it.
"I'll be fine baby. Besides, Merle's going and I wanna keep an eye on him. I don't want him going since you know he is gonna be trippin balls from whatever he just took. Shit takes twelve hours to get out of his system enough."
Daryl sighed knowing she was right. He didn't want his woman in any dangerous situation. She could take care of herself, he made sure of that after she was attacked one night at work. He still has nightmares about finding her in the parking lot of the bar all bloody and bruised. That attack had caused her a miscarriage and they were told that the chances of them ever having another baby were slim to none. They hadn't even known she was pregnant, being as she was only about 6 weeks along at the time. It still hurt like hell to hear though. That made two kids dead and gone in their lives. Daryl and Merle had made sure the bastard that attacked her had a good beating before the cops were called to pick him up. Asshole better be fuckin dead now Daryl thought.
"Lay down baby, we can forget about everything else for now. Just think that you and me are camping and the world hasn't gone to shit." He couldn't help but smile and chuckle as he took off his pants and obliged his wife. As soon as he laid down she crawled over him and cut the light off. She straddled him and leaned down to kiss him. As soon as her lips touched his, he felt that familiar switch in his brain flip. The primal urges he felt when she was near were always there, but the second he felt her lips it changed to animalistic urges.
He grabbed onto the back of her neck with one hand to keep her in place before she could back away while the other hand travelled down her side to grab onto her ass. As soon as he grabbed he realized she wasn't wearing any panties. All she had on was one of his t-shirts. He growled into the kiss and ran his tongue across her bottom lip. She happily complied and opened her mouth for him to explore while one hand dug itself into his hair and the other gripped onto his bicep. He rolled them over so he was on top and took his hand out from the back of her neck to grab onto her left breast in a rough squeeze. Her moan was automatic and she dug her nails into his broad shoulders while moving her hips against him to try and create some friction.
"Wha's wrong sweetheart?" his voice sounded so husky and gravelly in her ear that she felt and instant jolt through her body causing a gush of wetness from her.
"Baby…please…please." She moaned out while feeling his rough hand on her breast, squeezing while pinching her nipple under the shirt and the other hand slowly moving down her flat stomach.
"Please wha' woman?"
She growled in frustration. It had been 2 weeks since they last touched one another like this. In the 7 years they have been together, the longest they went without sex was 3 days. This was torture for her and she hated how he seemed to control himself.
"Stop teasin and fuck me already, Dixon!"
"Why are ya so eager woman? Maybe I wanna take my time with ya." He said while biting her shoulder. Truth be told he felt like he was about to burst and was having a hard time controlling himself. He needed her just as much as she needed him but he knew exactly how to drive her crazy. He knew how to make her come undone in a matter of minutes no matter how he was going about it at the time.
She moved her hand between them and pulled at his boxers, freeing his impressive erection and grabbing down at the bottom of his shaft which pulled a growl deep from his chest and causing his breathing to become heavy and slightly erratic. She smirked in satisfaction and started to slowly pump her hand up and down his length, circling her thumb over the tip when she would reach the top before plunging back down again.
He grabbed her wrist to still her movements and pulled the shirt off of her, leaving her completely bare underneath him. He looked her over with hooded eyes that were filled with lust causing her to become impossibly wet, feeling it start to moisten her thighs.
His eyes took in her size 36D breasts and travelled down to her stomach, over her hips, to her still shaved pussy. She always couldn't stand to have hair on her and carried a razor with her everywhere. I ain't complain he thought until he noticed just how wet she was. He saw it coating her outer lips and thighs causing another growl to emit from deep in his chest. So much for takin my time…that shit ain't happenin now.
He looked back at her face seeing how flushed she was from arousal and impatience before crashing his lips back down to hers, shoving his tongue into her mouth while grabbing onto her hips. As soon as he pushed himself into her, he swallowed her loud moan and held tighter onto her hips.
"Goddamn woman, yer fuckin tight and so…so fuckin wet." He bit into her shoulder as he moved his hips in a circle against her, making contact with her clit.
"Daryl just fuck me. Please baby it's been way too long. I need you now." That was all it took for his control to crumble and he started to slam into her at a feverish pace. She wrapped her legs around his waist making him go deeper, meeting him thrust for thrust while he bit into her neck to muffle his sounds and keeping a hand over her mouth to muffle hers. As much as her sounds turned him on, he didn't need a walker catching him this off guard.
He felt the familiar fluttering of her walls on his dick and he knew she was close. He lifted her hips slightly off the bed to change the angle and crashed his mouth back to hers to cover her sounds. Her walls clamped onto him like a vice grip and her nails started leaving welts into his back. His release following seconds later where he coated her walls, claiming her as his.
He nuzzled his nose into her hair breathing in the scent of her, committing it to memory. He always loved how she smelled after they made love. The scent of her vanilla and cinnamon shampoo mixed with their sex smell satisfied him. He can't explain it, it just makes him feel satisfied knowing she is marked.
When their breathing calms he rolls off of her and pulls her back into his chest, keeping his arms wrapped snug against her waist.
"That was the best orgasm I've had in a while" she says while laughing, "I love you, you know that right?"
"I love ya too sweetheart" he says while peppering kisses into her neck and shoulder. "Get some sleep, busy day tomorra and yer gonna need energy to do this again."
They both laugh, completely content. Little do they know that tomorrow is going to be one of the shittiest days they've had.