My internet is in and out due to rain but I'll have the last chapter up as soon as I can. More rain in the forecast and that always spells trouble for me when it comes to my connection. Hope you enjoyed this one and thanks for reading!
Chapter Three
She hated small spaces and the elevator was no exception, but she was finding it difficult to focus on her panic as he backed her against the wall. She grinned and grabbed his shirt, yanking him forward until his mouth was once more where it belonged, sealed firmly over hers. Maybe it was the wine, or maybe it was because she had never really gotten over him, but for some reason she couldn't get enough. All this time she had carried him around in a little locked room in her heart and now that door had been flung wide and he took up all the space there, refusing to be hidden away.
He was bunching up the hem of her skirt until his hands met the bare skin high on her thighs and she moaned into his mouth, the rough texture sending her blood soaring behind her ears. His hips were pressed against hers, trapping her against the wall and the way he was kissing her had her forgetting where she was. His work roughened hands kept moving up and she was powerless to think of a logical reason to make him stop.
She heard the telltale ding as the elevator came to a stop on their floor, heard the doors hiss open but the thought of stopping, even long enough to get to his room was unimaginable at this point. Ten years hadn't dimmed those feelings for him, the need to be with him like this, and now that he was finally here, willing and ready to actually make this happen, she wasn't going to stop him.
The doors hissed closed then and she felt the elevator moving once more, unable to even grasp whether it was going up or down. The kiss grew more frantic, both of them desperate and too hungry for one another to slow it down. He pushed against her harder, the evidence of his want pressing into her and she heard him groan, felt strong fingers dig into the flesh of her hips.
When the kiss broke his lips moved to her throat. She took in a much needed breath, closed her eyes and let her head fall back into the wall. His teeth nipped her skin and then his lips would work to sooth the sting away.
She hadn't heard the ding or the door slide open this time but she did hear the sound of a chuckle that had her eyes snapping open and Daryl's head coming up and looking over his shoulder. Rick, Shane, Lori, Andrea and Ed were all standing there, apparently they had been the ones to push the button for the elevator to head down. She felt her face flame and suddenly Daryl's hands let her skirt fall back into place. Ed was glowering but the others looked amused.
Lori raised a brow as she clung to Rick's arm. "You two couldn't make it thirty feet down the hall? Really?" Her tone was teasing and the others were all grinning but Ed was giving her a cold look that had the heat in her body turning to ice.
"Shit," Daryl grumbled, taking a cautious step away from her as the others filed into the small space. In one deft move he spun around, taking her with him until he was wedged in the corner and she was safely in front of him, her back now pressed to his chest. One arm went around her, his hand pressed flat to her stomach so she couldn't move away and she tried to hide a grin, knowing that he was using her as a shield so the others didn't have a full frontal view of the erection he was sporting.
"What'cha hidin' there, Dixon?" Shane asked as he pulled Andrea through the doors.
"Fuck off, Walsh," Daryl grumbled but he didn't loosen his hold on her or try to move out from behind her.
A few more familiar faces filed in and finally someone pushed the button for the third floor. That must have been where most of the reunion guests had gotten rooms. It was an odd feeling, standing there with so many people from her past. She felt as though it couldn't have been ten whole years since all of them had been in the same place. Just yesterday they had been walking the halls of the high school together. At least, that's how it seemed.
The only dark spot was Ed but even his presence couldn't distract her from the feel of the man behind her. And a part of her was glad that Ed was here. Glad that he could witness first hand what he had taken for granted for so long. Glad he knew that he had never been her first choice to begin with. And she was even glad that he would know who she was with tonight, because he really needed to get it out of his head that she would ever take him back.
Whatever happened between Daryl and herself, whether they had one hot passionate night together or if this was the start to something that would end up lasting a lifetime, she wanted her ex husband to understand that it would never ever be him, that she was miles past over it and he should move on.
"Hey," Rick said just before the doors opened up. "If you guys aren't ready to call it a night, you're more than welcome to head to our room for drinks."
Everyone else seemed interested but she felt Daryl pull her closer, like she needed to be reminded that he didn't want to go anywhere other than his own room. She completely agreed.
"Rain check," she said and then blushed furiously as the whole group glanced at her with knowing smiles. "But tomorrow I think we should all have lunch or something. It wouldn't hurt to keep in touch from now on. It's ridiculous that we never see one another."
Shane raised his beer bottle to that. "Agreed. How about you Ed? You wanna go out to lunch with the rest of us? See the after glow on your ex wife's face after Dixon is finished with her?"
Ed shoved past the man without a word.
Shane glanced around at the rest of them as they filed past him. "What? Was it something I said?"
Rick chuckled, shaking his head on his way past and Carol finally pulled away, reaching back and grabbing Daryl by the hand.
"Second to last room," he said, sounding a little breathless. The others disappeared into the first room, which must have been Rick and Lori's, but she kept walking towards the end of the hall. The rooms were on one side of the hall and the other side was a long row of tall windows looking out over the city. She would have stopped to enjoy the view if she hadn't been so damn eager to get to his room. They would have been there already if they hadn't gotten so worked up in the damn elevator. But they had, and then had to face their friends. It was almost comical, actually. They weren't teenagers. They were adults and it was perfectly normal for two adults that found one another attractive to get physical.
She stopped in front of the door and waited for him to reach around her with the card. She felt her stomach flutter with anticipation, her blood pounding hard in her veins as his eyes met hers before pushing open the door. She didn't give him time to do much else. She cupped his face, pulling him towards her until his lips were on hers. Fingers frantically working the buttons of his shirt open she moaned when he reached down, gripping her thighs and then lifting her off the floor until she had no choice but to wrap her legs around his waist.
Her skirt was hiked up to her waist, giving him easy access to the lace that covered her and he wasted no time moving his hands over her ass as he walked towards the bed. Or where she assumed the bed was, anyway. She hadn't gotten a good look at the room. She pushed his shirt open, finally able to run her hands over the well defined muscles, revel in the feel of his skin under her palms.
"You sure you wanna do this?" he asked after breaking the kiss.
She nodded eagerly and then cried out when he suddenly dropped her. She landed on her back on the foot of the bed, bouncing slightly and then she was grinning up at him as he shrugged off the shirt. She sat up on her elbows, watching as his fingers made quick work of his belt before he finally glanced up at her from under his brow.
She bit her lip as his eyes roamed over her hungrily. There was a lamp burning on one of the night tables but that was the only illumination and she wished she had thought to turn more lights on. She could easily get past her own insecurities if it meant that she would be able to see him better.
He grabbed her behind the knees and pulled her towards him before sliding his hands up and hooking his fingers through her panties, sliding them down her legs and then tossing them to the side. He reached for both of her hands and then pulled her up until she was standing in front of him once more. His hands finally slid behind her, tugging on the knot tied at the back of her neck.
"You ain't got any plans of makin' this some sort of one night stand, right?" he asked as his lips skimmed her shoulder.
She swallowed hard and shook her head. "Of course not," she tried to make her voice firm but it ended on a sigh as he started moving the dress down. She was hoping that he would want more and it felt good knowing that he really did. No one night stands, just the two of them together, finally, willing to see where all of this could go.
"Cause I didn't come back here just to screw you in a hotel room and that be that," he muttered, hands running down her sides, pushing the dress down.
He was quietly reassuring her that she wasn't being used but his words were wasted on her. "I already knew that. But you really could have thought of a better word than screw," she laughed lightly before she pressed her lips to the hollow between his collar bones. The dress fell, a whisper of silk that puddled around her feet.
"Ah, you want sweet talk and romance you came to the wrong man," he said as he spun them around and sat down on the bed. This put him eye level with her breasts. She watched as the iris slowly shrunk as his pupils dilated and then his mouth was on her, sucking hard and eliciting a gasp from her. He slid his arms around her and pulled her closer until she was standing between his thighs. The light touch of of his fingers a bold contrast to the sharp pull from his teeth on her sensitive flesh.
Long forgotten fantasies began rising to the surface of her mind, fantasies that she had guiltily conjured even after she had married another man, but none of them compared to this. His mouth was hot on her, his hands rough but gentle and she was shaking with need by the time he raised his head. When his eyes met hers she felt like her legs would give right there, but they held up and a million unspoken messages passed between them.
He stood up then and without a word she worked his pants open, reveling in the way his breathing became more erratic as she started pushing them away. As soon as his pants were kicked away he sat back down and pulled her down with him.
She was straddling his lap, gripping his shoulders hard and not knowing what to expect. She definitely didn't expect what happened next, which was his body to grow tense and a curse escape him. She pulled back slightly meeting his eyes.
"How pissed off you gonna be when I tell you that I ain't got any protection?" he asked, breathlessly.
She smiled. "This may sound naive but I'm sure you'll be honest. Are you clean?"
He nodded eagerly and she knew he wouldn't lie about something like that.
"Me too. And I have another few years before I have to worry about birth control again."
Without another word he pulled her face down to his, gripped her hips and moved into her. Her breath exploded from her lungs, her arms went around his neck as her forehead dropped to his shoulder. The fit was perfect but this didn't come as a surprise to her. What did was the emotional rush that filled her chest and caused tears to prick her eyes. She felt ridiculous, but she couldn't help it. The physical pleasure was beyond anything she could have imagined but the way he filled her went far deeper than she wanted to admit.
She tested the waters, rolling her hips over him experimentally and smiled to herself when he growled low in his chest, the sound sending a thrill up her spine. He moved with her, his arms banding around her like he was afraid she would slip away if he didn't hold on tight enough.
~H~
He was in serious trouble. More than he could have imagined. They moved together, slow but precise, learning one another instead of racing towards an end and that was fine with him. There was no end game here, not with her, and he was eager to explore everything she had to offer. She shifted, her legs wrapping around his waist and she leaned back slightly, meeting his heated gaze with an intensity that had his heart clenching strangely in his chest.
The moment stretched on until her mouth claimed his and that was when he heard it. The sound of footsteps, barely penetrating the haze of his mind.
Had he closed the door? He didn't know and he couldn't bring himself to care at the moment because everything outside of her was unimportant. It solidified how monumental this moment really was. He knew who would be spying, if indeed someone was, and maybe it was something the man needed to bear witness to. Because she had never belonged to anyone else to begin with. Right now she was where she was suppose to have been all along.
Time may have sped up, or stopped altogether, he wasn't sure, but he felt her body tense in his arms and then heard her whisper his name, sounding further away than it should have. Her forehead dropped to his and her legs tightened around him right before she cried out, gripping his shoulders so hard he felt her nails break the skin.
He didn't want this to be over yet but her body was trembling, muscles coiling around him, dragging him deeper as she gave in to her release and there was no way he could have held on. He had to let go of her, one hand slamming down on the bed, fisting the blanket in his grip and his jaw clenched painfully as he let go. The pleasure was raw, undeniably the most intense thing he had ever experience thus far in his life, and it suited the moment. Nothing about tonight had been exactly what he had expected.
Coming down took a while, considering that every time an aftershock of pleasure shot through her he felt it, but eventually she relaxed against him and he was able to let go of the blanket that he had surely damaged in his fist, so he could move his hands over her again.
Her eyes were heavy lidded, her smile lazy. "So, that's what good sex feels like, huh?"
The comment caught him off guard and he grinned before tracing her throat with his tongue. Her fingers threaded through his hair and he heard a contented sigh escape her before his lips found hers.
"What? You think we're finished here?" he asked when his lips left hers to trail over her jaw. He felt her body shiver against his. "Got a lot of time to make up for."
She laughed, a low throaty sound that almost caused him to groan. "Agreed."
He finally pulled back, leaning back on his elbows as she unwound her legs from around his waist, balancing on her knees with her hands planted on his chest. He jerked his chin towards the door. "Might wanna close that, though. I think Ed might finally get the point now but round two is all mine. No pryin' eyes."
She gasped, turning her head to stare at the door that was, indeed, cracked. "He was out there?"
Daryl shrugged. "Could have been."
"Why didn't you say something?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest.
"I was preoccupied," he said lazily.
She pressed her lips together firmly and then slid off of him. He watched her as she strolled towards the door, not bothering to cover herself at all. He scooted back until he could stretch out, pulling the rumpled blanket up to his hips and folding his arms behind his head. She shut the door and turned to him, her eyes narrowed.
"Did you do that on purpose?" she asked suspiciously.
He grinned but shook his head. "Nope, but I ain't too sad about it. He needs to know."
"To know what?" she asked, sliding in next to him.
"That you're mine," he said simply.
She grinned up at him as he rolled over onto her, settling between her legs. "Is that so? You don't think that I'm my own person, Dixon? I'm not some object that can be owned, you know," she said, her tone matter of fact.
He hummed in agreement but still, she was his.
