"Do you wanna come in?"

Daryl remained turned away for a moment. He liked to think there was a debate going on his mind, but in all honesty, he knew the inevitability of his decision. He was never what one considered a hot-blooded man. He could, and usually did, refuse advances because they always led to uneasiness later on. Especially in the world they all lived in now, it just wasn't worth adding that kind of complexity to his life. But at the same time, it had been awhile, and for the first time in a year (since Beth…), he felt that pleasant, smolder of anticipation deep in his belly. It was just a biological reaction, he knew. But it was there all the same, and as he felt Maggie's gaze on him, he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to touch this woman, this particular woman who he had never had an impure thought about before. She had always been Glenn's…but she was so undeniably beautiful all the same…

He turned back to face her, having no clue what he would actually say, only knowing that the answer was yes, he wanted to go in. His eyes met hers, and the intensity they shared caused him to lick his lips, and then she was on him without a word spoken. Her arms stretched up to wrap around his neck, pulling his face towards hers, and then her lips were on his, and he tasted the salt of her tears when he opened his mouth to accept her tongue.

She took two steps backward, not relinquishing any strength from her hold on his neck, and he obediently followed her into the room, quietly pushing the door shut behind them. Shrouded in complete darkness now, he felt for her body, his hands landing on supple hips through her tank top. His touch elicited a fierce reaction in her, and she pressed her entire body up against his. She was running her hands through his dark hair, sending tingling shivers from the top of his head down to the base of his spine. He felt her hands drift back downwards to his neck and then his shoulders, and then she had one hand under his collar and grazing the skin of his upper back.

The thought of skin-on-skin contact with her completely inflamed him, and he was hard in a flash. Forcing her away from him was torturous, but he needed to get this jacket off, and this shirt, and her shirt…oh my god, at just the idea of seeing her naked breasts, he could feel his erection growing and rubbing insistently against the front of his pants. This unforeseen moment with this gorgeous girl…it just didn't seem real, yet it was so very, very real right now. He untangled her arms from around his neck, and she took a few steps back obligingly. He could barely see her outline in the darkness, but he could hear her breathing quickly, along with his own. Could the others hear them now? Ashamed to admit it, the idea only turned him on more.

He slipped his arms out of his jacket, and fumbled gracelessly with the buttons on his plaid shirtfront, letting out a couple huffs of frustration. But finally he got enough undone so that he could pull the shirt off over his head. At the same time, he saw Maggie move to do the same, and a pull more forceful than gravity had him walking towards her again. He grasped her hips and drew her against him, feeling the warm press of her large, soft breasts against his chest. He was the one to kiss her ferociously now and he wound her arms back around his neck. At the feel of her nipples hardening against him, he raised his hands from her hips, up the smooth skin of her sides, and partway in between their two bodies, so that each of his thumbs pressed gently against one. He flicked them lightly, and she let out a moan into his mouth that was so lovely he thought he might come right then just hearing it. Her head laid back, as she pushed her breasts into his hands.

Daryl was ready to give her so much more, but without warning, she raised her head and whispered, "Are you ready?" He could barely see her face, only the shimmer of her eyes, but he could feel the heat radiating from her body.

Oh my god, he was so ready. "If you can't tell I'm ready by now, you ain't been paying attention," he joked.

But instead of having the humorous effect he thought he would get out of her, she was quiet and she backed out of his arms. "Just…can we do this my way?" she asked hesitantly.

Daryl felt a sudden concern for her…and for himself, to be honest. Was this the right thing to be doing? He'd interrupted her in a moment of vulnerability, and now he was laying hands on her. Was he taking advantage of her? "We don't have to do anything you don't wanna do. I can go, no problem." God, it pained him to say those words aloud, and he dreaded her response now that he was so aroused.

Her hair bounced as she shook her head slightly from side-to-side. If her voice wasn't so sure and steady when she spoke next, Daryl might have felt compelled to walk away. "No. I want this. I need this tonight. Just do what I ask. Please." Only the last word sounded shaky.

Daryl had no clue what she was talking about, but if it meant they got to continue what they had started, then he would go with it. "Alright. Ummm…what do you need me to do?"

But she was already turning away from him towards the bed, and without a word, she placed both of her hands on one of the tall bedposts of the four-poster bed, reaching up towards the top. Her head was bowed in between her long arms, her hair covering her face. Seeing her in that pose, a fragment of comprehension entered Daryl's mind, only to be confirmed by her next words.

"Will you…take me from behind?"