He pulled away from me so he could yank my shirt up over my head and toss it aside. His lips found my collar bone and the tops of my breasts. My bra followed quickly and he stopped a second to whistle lowly. He murmured, "Damn, woman. Could look at that all damn day."

I wriggled against him, urging him to just fucking touch me. That piecing stare was driving me nuts. The way his tongue worked over his lower lip and his right hand opened and closed at my hip was driving me mad. It was anticipation. I wasn't sure that Daryl knew that. I wasn't sure that he knew much of anything about being in a relationship or taking care of a woman, other than pure, raw, dirty sex, but he was driving me nuts. I commanded, "Daryl, just touch me. Please, just fucking touch me!"

He didn't need to be asked again. His right hand found my right breast and his mouth found my left breast. While his hand massaged and plucked at one nipple, his tongue swirled around the other and the scruff on his face rubbed against the sensitive flesh around it, making my hips jump of their own accord, pressing myself further into him. He muttered, "Hol' still. Can' think straight ya movin' like that an I'm tryin' to do somethin' here."

"You can do something a little further south," I hinted with no sense of subtlety.

"Nah. Like what 'm doin' now. Gonna keep doin' this fer a few more minutes."

I rolled my eyes as he went back to his task but soon it wasn't annoyance that had my eyes rolling. It was his fingers, his lips, his tongue. I reached between us and scrambled with the button of his jeans, ripping at them. He brushed my hands away and snapped, "Damn it, woman. Ain't ya got no patience?"

I glared at him and moved up to pulling his shirt off. When we had sex before it was fast and rough and he'd only shoved his pants down to his ankles. He yanked his head away from my chest and sighed, "Ain't likin' that none, Jesse an ya know I don'. Quit whatchur doin'."

"I'm going to get you shirtless, Daryl. Whether you like it or not."

"Damn it, Jesse, fuckin'…"

At that point, I managed to get his plaid shirt unbuttoned and shoved open. I pressed hot, open mouthed kisses to his scarred chest. I figured that he hated those scars that decorated his body but I didn't care. Daryl Dixon was the sexiest man I'd ever seen in my life, with or without scars, and I was going to get his damn shirt off so I could worship his body like he was worshipping mine. He moaned quietly when I ran my tongue over his nipple quickly. He shuddered and I nipped his chest. His head fell backwards and he growled deep from somewhere low in his body. His hand slid from my breast to the waist of my shorts and he started fumbling with the button there. He finally managed to pop it open while I continued pressing hot, wet kisses to his chest. His other hand found my chest and shoved me backwards a little roughly. I found myself sprawled on my back on the desk with Daryl's hand shoved down the front of my shorts and his mouth at my breasts again.

He wasted no time in getting those fingers inside me and I couldn't control my body's reaction. I rocked against his hand, trying to gain more contact. I didn't just want his fingers. I wanted him. All of him. I moaned, "Daryl, please. Just, please."

He grunted, ignoring my request while his fingers crooked upwards, finding that rough patch within me and making me bite down on my lip. He didn't stop until my back was arching off the desk and his mouth had to smash down on mine to control the scream ripping out of my throat. He slowly pulled away from me when I stopped shaking and asked, "Ya alright?"

I barely recognized my own voice when I snarled, "Pants off, now, Dixon."

He pulled away and grabbed the bottom of my shorts to rip them off, ignoring the work boots that still decorated my feet. I watched him yank his boots off quickly and his pants followed. He looked up to catch my eyes dragging down his body hungrily. He commanded, "Ya gotta take yer fuckin' boots off. Don' want those catchin' on my ass."

I sat up so I could untie my boots and drop them on the concrete floor with a heavy thud. Daryl was between my legs again as soon as they dropped and one hand found its way to my hair while the other grasped my lower back, yanking me tight to his body. My hands made their way around his waist, grasping at the back and catching on the scars that littered his worn skin. He said softly, "Ain't gonna be fast this time, ya got me, woman? So don' be tryin' that shit."

I laughed and leaned forward so I could press my lips to his as he slid into me so slow I felt like I was going to pass out with the waiting. Finally, he was fully seated inside of me and my breath caught in my throat at the fullness. Daryl moved his mouth away from mine and buried his face in my shoulder. His breath was coming in quick pants and I knew that he wouldn't last long. He couldn't help it and I couldn't help the wriggle that rolled down my body as I desperately tried to get some friction moving between us. His hand clasped my hip almost painfully and he growled, "God, fuckin' hold still, Jesse. Can' fuckin' think right now an I can' have ya movin' 'round makin' it worse. Fuckin'. Hold. Still. Jus till I kin catch my fuckin' breath."

It seemed like forever before his hips jerked forward. I could tell he was trying to be slow and careful with me but he could barely reign himself in. He sank into me, slowly pulled back, and jerked forwards again. His head moved from my neck so that his forehead was resting against mine. Those damned blue eyes stared deep into my eyes as he thrust again and again. He whispered, "Ain't gonna be able to hold on, Jesse. Sorry. Can' fuckin' hold on."

"Daryl," I whimpered, "just let go. I'm fine."

"Do the thing ya did last time. Touch yerself."

My hand slipped between us and found my clit. As I brushed my fingers over it, Daryl moaned and started thrusting faster and harder, filling me up. I knew he was seconds away and I rubbed faster, begging my body to just let go, and then I snapped. My head flew backwards and Daryl's hands clasped hard on my hips as he followed me. Daryl fell against me, shoving me back on the desk and collapsing on top of me. His hips jerked on their own accord as aftershocks raced through my body. Finally, we were still. I murmured, "Wow."

"Ya said that when ya kissed me," he breathed against my chest.

"It applies to both situations."

He chuckled and pulled himself off me slowly. I couldn't move. My bones were jelly. He sighed, "Come on now, woman. Got more shit to do today an I don' reckon they're gonna let us be much longer."

I extended my hand and he helped me up. We got dressed in silence, neither of us mentioning what had just happened. That wasn't Daryl's style. Finally, he grunted, "Looks good in here. Lil Bit's gonna like it. Nice fer her to have some space. We get her a bed next time we go out. Gotta go out soon fer supplies an huntin' anyway."

I nodded and he leaned forward to press a quick kiss to my lips. He informed me, "Come get ya fer dinner if yer not done 'fore then. If ya get done, go play wit Lil Bit."

He turned and left and I smiled after him. He was emotionally stunted, but he was mine.