Thank you to everyone who is reading and letting me know how you like this. It means the world to me, I can't begin to tell you. Now, remember I never write an unhappy ending, but ya know...

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All day Tara tortured her in true best friend style, that was the way it had to be. Elisa continued to try and figure out with Tara why she couldn't say no to this man. Why had she been so reckless and done what she had done, and why was she planning to do it again.

"Because he's hot," Tara replied, "He's not even my type and I can see that."

Finally at five when they closed for the day Elisa shooed her out the door so she could get ready for her date. She still wasn't convinced this was a good idea despite Tara's reassurance.

Elisa hadn't been out with a man in a long time, her last date was with a guy named Gareth who ran a bookstore on the next block. They had gone out a few times and then she stopped taking his calls until he got the hint.

They passed each other on the street sometimes and still said hi, but it was weird now, she regretted it because they had been friends and now she had to go to another bookstore.

What was the expression? Never shit where you eat.

This was different, all Daryl had done is crooked his little finger and she followed him down into the basement, it was a little embarrassing.

The worst part was that she was glad Michael was with James for the weekend because she planned to take Daryl back to her apartment or go to his place. She was going to sleep with him again, that much was assured, Elisa didn't even try to fool herself about that.

/

"On a scale of one to ten how pissed are Paige and James?" Elisa asked him as they sat across from each other at dinner. They were at the local rib joint sitting at an outdoor table and the night was warm for November. He had ordered them both more chicken, ribs, and fries then they could possibly handle while they talked.

They found their personalities were similar, which just made their chemistry stronger as they sat together long after the food had been cleared away.

"I cant speak for James, but Paige blamed it all on me and called me an asshole," He said with a laugh.

"Oh shit, I'm sorry," Elisa said.

"Hey, first of all, you got nothin to be sorry for, I'm not sorry, not one bit," Daryl said as he took a sip of his beer,"That's how Paige and I are, it's cool it really is. I told her I'd send my buddy Axel over to put in a new sink. She's fine."

"Are you sure," She asked.

"Yeah," He said talking a bite of his sandwich, "Paige and I don't hold nothing back from each other, if she has something to say, she says it and so do I."

"James and I too, most of the time." She sipped her water, "But we don't agree on everything."

"Well, if you did you'd still be married right?" He said with a laugh.

"No thank you," Elisa chuckled.

"I get it, and don't worry, they'll get over it, no harm done," He continued.

Elisa was thoughtful for a moment.

"This isn't weird to you?"

"Nope," He answered right away, "Had a great time, wanna have more great times."

"It's that simple?" She asked.

"The way I see it, I like you, you like me I hope; I wanna see where this goes," Daryl said, "Sound good to you?"

Elisa nodded, and she meant it, she really did, but her mind was going a mile a minute.

/

They barely made it up the stairs to his house before they were pulling each others clothes off, any doubts about this were quickly out of her mind for the moment and she felt his hands on her. Daryl shut the door and pulled her by the hand to the far wall where he ran his hands over her body, up her sides, and over her shoulders.

His kisses were hot and demanding as brought his lips to hers as he ran his fingers through her hair.

"Now you're gonna see what I can do with more room," He said pulling her hands over her head and diving in to suck on her neck.

To her utter surprise he picked her up and carried her bridal style to his room down the hall and tossed her on the bed. At the foot of the bed he stood in front of her staring deep into her eyes as he peeled off his shirt. She gazed back at his as if she couldnt look away and his eyes grew dark with lust as he watched her pull her shirt over her head.

"Come're," He grinned down at her and she grinned back raising up on her elbows.

In one quick move Daryl grabbed her around the ankles and pulled her towards the foot of the bed where he got on his knees. After he kissed her again he looked at her and their was no question of his intent as he set to removing her shoes and pulling her jeans down. After had unveiled all of her he licked his lips at the sight of her in just her red matching underwear.

He had no idea of how she agonized over what to wear.

"You look delicious," He said running his hands over her leg and smiling at her, "This ok?"

Elisa nodded vigorously as Daryl brought his hands over her thighs and pushed her legs apart, swiping his thumbs over the material of her panties, "We can take our time tonight," He growled low in his chest as he brought his fingers back and forth over the silky material.

He watched her reaction as his thumbs made slow lazy circles over her pussy and she squeaked the way she had done the night before. This was heaven to him, to have a woman that responded this way to him, she made all manner of noises and the way her body moved under his hands let him know he was on the right track.

Elisa arched her back as he brought his lips down to her thigh, laying open mouthed kisses along her skin, and never stopping his fingers as he watched her reaction.

"You like that?"

"Yes," She breathed out, "Oh my God."

"You want more," He asked, sliding his fingers under the waistband of her panties and bringing his eyes up to meet hers.

"Yes," Elisa moaned, he already had her dangling off a cliff and it had only been a few minutes. Slowly and methodically Daryl slid her panties down her legs and looked up at her with the devil in his eyes.

"Now," He kissed her knee and slid his tongue higher, "We're gonna have some real fun."

Daryl watched as she gripped the sheets on either side of her and he'd hardly done anything yet. He spread her legs wide and gazed at the sight before him for just a second before licking her slowly with the flat of his tongue.

"Oh Jesus Daryl," She cried, gripping the sheets harder as he licked her with precision like a pro. Clearly he knew his way around a woman's body and every touch and kiss sent thrills through her body and anticipation for what was going to happen next.

Next she felt his fingers first one then two inside her and his tongue making light swipes over her clit until she was almost out of her mind. Her hands had found their way into his hair and she gripped him hard, holding on tight for dear life.

"Sorry, oh I'm sorry," She let go slightly, realizing she was pulling hard on his hair.

Daryl chuckled and slid his eyes up to look at her, "Nah don't be, I like it," He answered and then he was right back down between her legs doing his evil and driving her out of her mind.

Elisa was well aware that some men ate pussy because they wanted payback, and some ate it because they loved it, Daryl was the latter, it was abundantly clear to her, and although she tried to hold out, she couldn't.

"Oh my god I'm gonna cum..." She moaned and he didn't stop, she watched his head move back and forth as she gripped his hair tighter. She'd never watched before, it was the most erotic thing she had ever seen.

"Do it honey," He crooned, pushing his tongue inside of her and sliding his slippery fingers along her lips to her clit and back again until he got what he wanted from her.

Elisa felt her scalp start to tingle and the feeling started rushing over her body in waves, her arms went weak as she let go of his hair and gave herself over to the feeling.

It went on forever, she thought, and he drank her like fine wine until the last drop was gone.

"Oh god dammit get up here," She demanded as she pulled him up and he crawled over her. Elisa frantically reached for his buckle and zipper, her fingers fumbling and pulling until he was out of his jeans and boxers.

Elisa let out a moan of satisfaction when he was finally inside her, and Daryl responded in kind with a grunt as he started fucking her hard. He rolled over so that she was on top of him and she looked down at him, moving her hips against his without missing a beat.

"That's it baby, fuck me, fuck me," He groaned, bringing his hands up to her hips and watching her breasts move with every thrust of her hips, she was a glorious sight.

"I'm gonna," She panted, "I'm gonna fuck you good baby."

Her hair hung in his face as she went at him with everything she had and he was loosing it fast. If he didn't roll them back over and take some control back it was going to be all over with and he wasn't done with her yet.

"God you're unbelievable," He groaned as she pulled him up and wound her legs around his waist. For a moment in time they were face to face, unmoving and something passed between them, some kind of emotion, a connection but it was gone as quickly as it happened. Later they would both wonder separately what that had been.

Daryl rolled them both over and lifted her legs up, holding her by the thighs and slowed down, he stared into her eyes and they burned into her, she couldn't look away.

His grip never loosened and his fingers dug into the flesh of her thigh as he fucked her nice and slow. Elisa felt it swirling inside of her again, it wouldn't take much, she was almost there again.

Daryl watched as the red flush rose over her chest and he knew she was close again.

"Come on," He pulled out of her and then pushed in hard, "Cum all over my dick baby."

His dirty mouth made the hair on her arms stand up in a good way and she kept eye contact with him as his words pulled her over the edge into the abyss again.

"Oh fuck yes Daryl fuck yes," She cried as sweat dripped down over their bodies, and she pulled him down on top of her and held him tight.

He could feel her body pulsating around his dick; that was the going to be the end of it, and he groaned in ecstasy. Just before he lost it completely he pulled out and took her hand and before she knew it she was on her stomach. Elisa felt his grip on her hips as he pulled her back on his cock and her head hit the pillows at the head of the bed.

It was so deep.

There was no way he could stop it again and he came with a roar as everything went white behind his eyes. Somehow he found himself laying next to her when it was over and she was trembling again and so was he. This time he wasn't sirprised; it was the effect they had on each other.

"Oh my God, You're fucking amazing," He moaned as he pulled her close and wrapped the blanket around them, and she let out a soft sigh of contentment. Daryl lay a sweet kiss on the side of her head and she wrapped her arms and legs around him.

"No you are," She murmured softly.

They were asleep in minutes from exhaustion but he woke her up in the middle of the night. It was slower and sweeter that time, and if Elisa thought that fucking him made her feel a certain type of way she was woefully unprepared for the way making love with him felt.

She didn't sleep for the rest of the night after that and as she looked at his face while he slept so peacefully she wished she didn't feel the way she did. No one made her feel the things he made her feel she knew that now with no uncertainty, and it did not give her peace. This was supposed to be just for fun, she didn't want to love him.

/

Daryl rolled over and she was gone, there was no note or anything, and the bed was still warm where she had slept next to him, a reminder that she really had been there. But she was gone now, and it seemed not too long ago either.

If he had woken up just a few minutes sooner he would have caught her sneaking out of his bed.

He reached for his phone, and looked at the time, eight am; he dialed her number but she didint answer he left her a short message then turned onto his back and stared up at the ceiling.

He didn't understand why she wasn't there, while he lay there Daryl lit a cigarette and thought about it.

They had literally fucked each others brains out the night before, it might have been the best sex of his life. Furthermore, something happened between them when they stared at each other he knew what he felt and he knew she felt it too.

Why did she leave without saying good bye at least. He didn't want to feel hurt, yet he did. They had just met it was true, but they had sex three times, really great sex, with in a twenty four hour period; he thought she liked him the way he liked her.

Somehow he must have misread what Elisa was interested in but as he replayed the events from both Thanksgiving and then their dinner last night he knew he hadn't been wrong.

Somewhere in the back of his mind he had hoped this thing with her would go somewhere, and now it seemed she had put the brakes on it all.

He knew he hadn't come on too strong, although part of him wanted to, yet she had dipped out, as Travis would say. Elisa was the first woman that if he was inclined to do so, he didn't wake up with the next morning. If he wanted a woman to stay, she stayed, if he wanted her to leave, she left.

They had fallen asleep with their arms around each other, sweaty and satisfied, he had wanted her to stay. He remembered waking her up because he wanted her again, she had wanted him too.

No one had ever left without saying goodbye,not with out first attempting to find out when they would see each other again. Women played all manner of games to ensure they saw him again, left things at his house so they had an excuse to call him, came to the shop with their broken cars to see him again, he'd seen it all.

They chased him, they always chased him, and she had run away.