Chapter 9
The week practically flew by, still Jarah couldn't wait for the move to be over and done with. Between packing, organizing, making necessary phone calls, having doctors appointments and taking her walks with Daryl, she was just exhausted at night. They didn't have much time to spend together except for about 1-2 hours cuddle and make out time each night on the sofa before Jarah would fight to keep her eyes open. It sucked, but they both knew that it would be worth it. Even Merle had been good and had helped out by painting the rooms, albeit VERY begrudgingly. Jarah sending food home with Daryl every night for the brothers had lifted Merle's spirits a little bit, though. Or it was the paint fumes he spent inhaling all afternoon. Daryl wasn't sure which of the two possibilities made him mellow out, he was just glad that Merle had stopped complaining by Wednesday night. The fact was, that Merle had just realized that this thing with Jarah was happening, no matter how he felt about it and no matter what he said, so for right now he would just back off and look how it would work out.
Now it was Friday and Daryl was working with Joey in an apartment down the hall from Jarah, renewing the floors when a young blonde woman showed up in the doorway and studied the both of them. Daryl just shot her an irritated look and turned his back on her while Joey walked towards her with a smile. She was cute, had a great rack, nice curvy hips and she was tiny enough to probably be able to suck him off without having to bend down. He wouldn't let that opportunity go to waste.
"Can I help you with something?" he towered in front of her, giving her his best boy band,, smile.
The woman kept studying him, before she shook her head and muttered a 'no, no way', but more to herself than to him. Then she bend her torso to the side to look past him.
"Hey, you Daryl?" she called out towards the other man.
Joey frowned and huffed. "Damn Dixon, what's with you getting all the hot chicks?"
Daryl turned around with a scowl, but he didn't make a move to go towards the woman.
"And who the hell are you?" he wondered who she was and why on earth she would know is name.
"Guess I got the right one. I'm Natalie. Jarah's friend?!" Natalie had to suppress a smirk when she saw Daryl's eyes widen. "Come with me!"
Daryl panicked a little. He felt like he was fucking 13 years old and was meeting the parents AND the older brothers. Natalie was the most important person in Jarah's life right now. He had to get along with her, he knew that much. He took off his work gloves and pushed them into his back pocket while he followed her out of the apartment.
"So, I finally get to meet you. Heard a lot about you already!" she smiled, but Daryl remained wary.
"Same here,... she know you're here?"
"No, wanted to have a little chat with you first. Wanted to thank you actually!"
"Really? Why?" Daryl was surprised, he didn't think she would start off that way.
"Well you're taking care of her, even got her out of this hell hole. You're doing a lot for her, yet you don't expect anything in return... no bedroom favors, if you know what I mean." She made Daryl blush and look at everything around him but her, making her smirk. Daryl wasn't her type, but she could see what Jarah liked about him. His behavior totally contradicted with his looks and it was kind of cute.
"Listen. I'm not here to give you the third degree or anything. Okay, maybe a little. From what I hear, you're a good guy, your actions say that you're a good guy, but I don't know if you know, how a relationship between two best friends work. We'll be seeing each other a lot Daryl and trust me when I say, that I will know EVERYTHING about you. Every nice thing you did, but also every time you fucked up. And once those fuck ups outweigh the nice things I will be there to staple your ballsack to your kneecaps with my stilettos. I know what she told you, how about you should decide whether or not you wanna stick around after the baby's here? Really think about that hard, Daryl. Once you make a decision, I expect you to stick to it, whatever it will be, there is no going back! Got it?"
"Yes ma'am!" Daryl rasped out. Man to him that girl was scarier than any daddy-in-law. Daryl knew that Jarah hadn't been lying. This girl would probably be able to handle someone like Merle. She looked like a little angel, but damn she was intense.
"Good! Now lighten up, so far you're doing great! How is she doing? Seen her today yet?"
"Yeah, went outside with her earlier. Doin' good. Just tired."
"That's to be expected. Moving sucks. Moving while being pregnant probably even more so. Well, I'll go see her now. Help her pack a little. I'm sure I'll see you later."
"Nah, guess you two wanna talk or something. I'll leave ya be."
"No, we're good. We won't mind! You and I'll have to get used to each other anyway!" She winked and slapped her little hand against his arm twice, before she left. Daryl really didn't know what to make of her yet, but they both cared about Jarah, they had some common ground there.
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Jarah couldn't help it, her hormones were completely in control, so she actually cried a little when she wrapped her arms around her best friend. She was so happy to have her back.
She got some iced lattes from the kitchen and plopped down on the couch with her best friend, eying her suspiciously because she had this mischievous smile on her face.
"What?" Jarah asked with a wary tone.
"So, I just met Daryl..."
"WHAT? How did you just meet Daryl? You don't even know what he looks like. And he doesn't know what you look like!"
"It was easy, I know your type. Just had to look for the guy with the best arms who looked the most like a mean, wild animal! You, my friend, have a serious thing for scowls! First Jackson who always looked pissed off and now Daryl!"
"I like the guys who look like bad boys, what can I say? Wait, what are you saying? You actually looked for him? Oh dear Lord Natty, what did you do?"
"Nothing, just had a little chat with him about how we'd see each other a lot now and will have to get used to being around each other,... and then I might have threatened to destroy his nuts should he ever hurt you." she shrugged nonchalantly, making Jarah gasp in horror.
"Natalie Marie Wooderson, you can't do that! At least not right from the start! He's painfully shy! He's just coming out of his shell. Great, you probably made him go back and hide in it!"
"Nonsense. He's not a teenager, he understands! He got the message. He's gonna come by later. I made sure of it. He wanted to give us some space to talk, nice enough of him, but I wanna see him in action, around you!"
"Well, there won't be much to see, I can tell you that now. We are very similar in that area! No PDA!"
"Not even with you all horny? Boring! Can't believe you haven't done it yet. It's been almost two weeks. You're doing real good on this one!"
"Yeah, I know. It feels good. I feel like this is the way it is supposed to be, you know? We're being intimate, but then again we're not. It's another level of intimacy somehow." Jarah tried to explain, but just couldn't.
"I think I know what you mean. You're getting to know each other first before you 'get to know each other' between the sheets. You're doing great."
"Yeah, we're building some trust. It's good. Besides, I am just way too tired this week with all the stuff I have to do, but I still want him so fucking bad. Every kind of physical contact we can get is great right now. I could spend hours just being in those arms and looking at his face. He is so freaking hot, it's crazy!"
"He's got a nice build, I agree, but the rest? Not really my thing. He's got weird squinty eyes!"
"Shut up! You've got weird squinty eyes!" Jarah threw a pillow at her with a laugh. "He's got beautiful eyes. So blue. And that mouth. And that cute little smile! He's got the best smile. It's rare, but so freaking awesome. Man, that fucking perfect face, how can you not like it?"
"Well, I'm not falling for the guy, for starters. You clearly are!"
"I'm trying not to... I'm scared." Jarah admitted quietly while she absentmindedly played with the straw she used to drink her latte with.
"It's real this time, hm? Then I hate to tell you this, but trying not to fall for him won't work at all. It'll happen anyway. We can influence our thoughts, be we can't influence our feelings"
"I'm scared of losing what we have. Is that what it feels like when you really like someone? If so, I don't like it."
"It does. There's always this little voice that tells you that he could just leave you. That he'll start liking somebody else. It's part of the game, Jar-Jar. With Jackson you really didn't care. There was only one way for him to hurt you, which he did, but not so much that it destroyed you, because you just didn't love him. He could have left you any day of the week and you would have been completely fine. I guess that's not the case with Daryl, huh?"
"No, it's not. I'm scared that I'm getting punished for leaving Jackson like that. That I'll fall in love and then Daryl decides this whole thing isn't working for him and leaves the way I did with Jax."
"You're not getting punished. You did the right thing. The whole thing was a little unfortunate and yes you did hurt him a lot, but he wasn't all that innocent either. Remember that. Tell you what, we'll both just close our eyes and take a leap of faith! I think Daryl knows that he best pulls away now before this goes any further in case he thinks it won't work for him. But if anything he seems to be doing even more for you now, which makes me think he's not going anywhere. So YOU have to start to trust and let go of your fear and let yourself fall for him, cause fighting it won't help anyway. It'll just make your life harder, so don't. Trust and enjoy. And I'll trust him to treat you right."
"He does." Jarah smirked internally. She liked the way Daryl cared, his bossy side was kinda cute. She really couldn't wait to see what Nat would say about that. Nat didn't like men telling her what to do. "So, trust and enjoy, hm? Easier said than done, Natty. You know I like my control!"
"Yeah and seriously girl, you gotta work on that! That's playing a big part in why you hate sex!" Natalie laughed at the horrified expression on Jarah's face.
"I don't hate sex! Are you crazy? I've been telling you for two weeks that I want to ride that cowboy out there like a fucking mechanical bull! How can you even think that I hate sex?"
"Okay maybe you don't hate it, but you can't enjoy it as much as others because you focus on being in control too much. Don't get all huffy, you once told me that you can't even fantasize! That you can't combine fantasizing and getting yourself off. That it's either one or the other."
"But that doesn't have anything to do with me wanting to have control over things! It's because I can't focus. As soon as I try to let myself drift into a fantasy I just get distracted. I start thinking about some sexy time with Daryl and like three minutes later I end up planning next weeks grocery list and that doesn't get things going between my legs. So I either have to fully focus on a fantasy with all I got or I have to focus fully on my body and getting myself off. It's not about control!"
"Oh, but it is Jarah! You get stuck in your head. I've seen it happening. You just can't let go! It IS a control issue. You just can't let yourself go. Maybe it's because you always had to be in control of everything in your life all by yourself. You didn't have a real partner to share things with. I really hope for you that your 'cowboy' out there will be able to get you to let go of that precious control of yours. It's so much more fun that way."
"Well in some ways he already is taking control,... but in the bedroom? He might not be able to. Oh, that's right I haven't told you about my little talk with his brother, yet! Apparently Daryl is not very experienced. His brother said he hasn't been with a lot of girls and that I had to cut him some slack in the bedroom."
"Really? That guy? Hm, guess looks really can be deceiving. He looks like an animal. Like he'd just pounce on you and eat you up and give you a good roll in the sack."
"I don't know. He's a great kisser. It was a little awkward at first, but it gets better and better every day! And he does take charge more every day and I let him for a little while."
"Well that's good. Nothing to worry about then. I'm sure that will translate into the sex as well. And hey, being inexperienced can be a good thing. You're both on almost the same level, it's not intimidating! It's kinda exciting, isn't it? Even if he won't know what to do with you, YOU know what you like and you can show him and he can show you what he likes. That's hot!"
"You mean like SHOW him? Like touching myself in front of him? Good God, Natalie! I don't know if I will ever have the confidence to do that! You know I'm not a prude, but doing that? Geez, I don't know." Jarah was blushing hard, completely mortified just thinking about it.
"Just wait til you see how turned on it gets him. God Jarah, I really feel for you sweetie. I just realized, that you never had good sex with someone you loved and trusted. If those feelings are there, it's really not a big deal. You won't even think twice about it. There really shouldn't be any embarrassment between partners in bed. You should be able to talk about what you want. I had that with Mike. It was amazing. We experimented so much, it was awesome. I really want that for you, sweetie."
"Mike was so great. I miss having him around! He was so chill and so content." Jarah had really liked Natalie's last partner and was really sad when they had decided to call it quits. He'd always been so easy-going and fun to be around and he'd made Nat really happy. She'd had a constant smile on her face for months.
"Yeah well, we wanted different things. That is kind of my curse. I am into older guys and by the time things get real and I want a family, they feel they are past that or they already have a family. Guess I'll have to accept that I probably won't have children of my own. It seems like for me it's either going to be a happy relationship without kids or being a single mother and I don't think I am strong enough to be a single mother."
"You would be, you'd have me, just like I have you!" Jarah disagreed strongly. Natalie would be amazing, she had a great family and thus an amazing support system. She would do a great job.
"It's not the same. You are way more independent than I will ever be. I still call my mom when I'm sick! I need people around, you don't. You've always been fine on your own."
"Always had to be." Jarah sighed regretfully, her mind already starting to wander off, back to her past.
"Have you told Daryl about THAT part of your childhood?" Natalie quickly tore her out of her own head before Jarah had the chance to space out completely.
"No, I don't feel it's time, yet. Don't know if he even has to know. Jackson knew and he still did what he did."
"Yeah, he used it against you. He chose the worst way to show you that he owned you. I swear if I ever see him again he will be in a world of pain. Motherfucker. Spoiled little rich boy, nothing but a selfish bastard."
"Stop! Please, let's just not talk about him." Thinking about Jackson always gave her a headache, because she'd have to face him soon and she wasn't ready for it.
"Okay, still I think you should tell Daryl eventually. Once he witnesses one of your nightmares you'll have to explain anyway."
"Yeah, maybe. Hey, how about we do some packing so Daryl will actually have something to take over to the house today?" Jarah got up and grabbed a box that was already waiting to be filled.
"Okay, I get it. You don't wanna talk about it." She took the box out of Jarah's hands and grinned. "Hey, can I torture your new boyfriend a little later? I wanna see him squirm again!"
"Oh come on, haven't you tortured him enough earlier? Poor baby!"
"Oh please, I wanna hear the reasoning behind the whole you staying with HIM instead of ME in case he won't be able to set up your bed in time or whatever. I want him to admit that he wants to go cave man on you and drag you into his cave and his bed. Probably needs the image of you laying in his bed and standing in his shower for his private jerk-off-time."
Jarah burst out laughing, shoving her against the shoulder. "You're terrible! Leave him be, he is so sweet and it's not like I wouldn't want to spend a night with him even thought it's sleep only. I don't think it's gonna happen anyway, I don't have a lot of stuff to set up anyway."
"Oh yes you do! I have a surprise!" Natalie was beaming, she loved being able to help her best friend out. "Now that Grandpa isn't around anymore, Grandma doesn't want to stay in that house by herself anymore. She already chose a great place to stay a couple of weeks back aaaaaand she'll only take a couple of things with her, which means you get first pick at everything she no longer needs. Furniture, TVs, everything. My parents and I talked about it, we already have everything we need, we'll just keep some jewelry and little stuff like that, but the big stuff like the dining table and the chairs and all that stuff, you can have whatever you want."
"Oh my God, are you serious? This is really happening?" Tears started to pool in Jarah's eyes again.
"Well, can't let you live in a damn near empty house, now can we? Just gotta get a moving van and go pick it up. So Daryl might actually have been right and we won't be able to get everything done on time.
"Hm, true. Damn, we would have to drive down there and pick up the stuff this weekend. So tomorrow or Sunday..." Jarah muttered, already planning out how to do it in her head.
"Yeah, that's what I was thinking, too. My Dad and some of his colleagues would be there to help and load the stuff in the truck, but I guess once we're back here we're gonna need Daryl and maybe he's got a friend or two who could help out."
"Merle, his brother maybe... Okay, we shouldn't waste any more time then. I'll call some companies who rent out those vans." Jarah grabbed her phone to look online for local companies she could call, while Natalie started packing some kitchen stuff that wasn't needed until next week.
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Daryl came in after work and carried the boxes down to the truck. It was just two, they hadn't gotten done too much. They got distracted talking and planning their trip. When he got back up he noticed Jarah taking a sip from her favorite glass she used for her iced lattes.
"How much coffee you had today?" The ever-present scowl on his face deepening.
"Don't know, three of these I guess." Jarah hadn't kept count so she could only guess.
"Can't have that much coffee, girl! Doesn't help your condition!" Daryl grumbled. Jarah's addiction to coffee was his main concern. He had a hard time keeping her away from it.
"It's not coffee, it's made with espresso!"
"You fucking kidding me? That's even worse! You gotta watch that shit!"
"Hey, who are you? The coffee police? Back off!" Natalie spoke up. A little coffee didn't hurt during a healthy pregnancy and she was sure Jarah was being careful with it.
"Don't you tell me to back off, you weren't here when that birth witch told her horror stories about what could happen to her! You want her to have a stroke or something?" Daryl got upset and didn't care in that moment that Natalie might cut his balls off for yelling at her.
"A stroke? What the hell are you talking about? What's going on?" Nat looked at Jarah questioningly.
"Ummm,... I didn't want to worry you with everything that was going on, so I didn't tell you. My blood pressure is pretty high... could get preeclampsia." Jarah confessed, a guilty expression on her face.
"And you keep gulping this shit down? Are you kidding me? Jarah that is seriously not funny, I'm gonna side with Daryl on that one! One coffee is okay, but not three. With high blood pressure you should probably stay away from it altogether." Nat wasn't mad that Jarah hadn't told her, she was just mad that she would disregard her health like that.
"I'm sorry, you guys are right. I just got distracted today, alright? Won't happen again."
"It better not!" Daryl grumbled and made his way past her towards the bathroom. He might have been a little unhappy with her, but he still gave her hand a quick squeeze, showing her that they were okay.
"Awww, he really won't kiss you with me around, will he?" Natalie smirked as soon as she heard the bathroom door lock. "He is right though, you have to take good care of yourself, for your son's sake. Okay? Promise me."
"Promise. Don't worry, when he is around Daryl makes sure that I don't eat junk food or drink soda and all that stuff. Probably already checked my shopping list for next week before I send it off." Jarah grumbled a bit, but this time she didn't get any sympathy from her best friend.
"Good. In this case it's good. I would do it myself but he seems to have things under control here. Maybe I should give him the list of forbidden foods during pregnancy I still have from when my sister had her daughter."
"Don't you dare! He'd get right on that and go through every cupboard to make sure nothing on that list is inside this apartment." Jarah laughed, she was perfectly able to picture Daryl going through the kitchen cabinets like a bloodhound, trying to find unhealthy things she wasn't allowed to eat.
"That would kind of be the point! Don't look at me like that, if the circumstances were different I'd tell him where to shove his no-coffee-policy, but in this case you should listen to him. He's got my approval, not just on the food thing." Natalie smiled and Jarah grabbed her and hugged her hard, understanding what she meant. She liked him. That was very, very good.
Jarah's phone rang, just when Daryl came out of the bathroom. Natalie took that opportunity to talk to Daryl alone for as long as she could. There was something he needed to know and she assumed that it was one of the things Jarah hadn't told him about yet.
"Hey listen, it's good what you are doing, keeping an eye on what she eats and stuff, but don't go overboard okay? I can't explain the whole story now, but her father had a thing about her gaining weight and forbid her from having her favorite things for a long time. If you want her to stay with you, don't turn into her father. Don't forbid her from having stuff. She can have a cupcake, she can have chocolate or potato chips or whatever, it won't kill her. She is allowed to indulge a little, she is growing a person after all. Just as long as she doesn't keep eating junk food all day and every day, she'll be fine. Okay?"
"'Kay. Just wanna help her out. That birth witch scared the crap out of me with those stories about inducing labor and cutting her up down there and everything. Won't let it happen."
"Birth witch? You mean the doula? Stephanie? She's great, I recommended her!" Natalie's sister had hired her and had been very happy with her. From the looks of it Daryl didn't feel the same.
"Recommend someone else, then. She ain't any good. Don't think scaring mothers is part of her job description!"
"Ah, he talking about Stephanie? Yeah, he hates her!" Jarah had come back after her phone conversation and had picked up on their topic.
"She is not scaring mothers, Daryl. She is just telling the truth. Giving birth is often not that happy, blessed event as shown on TV, you know?" Natalie smirked, Daryl was really cute in his own way with his worrying. "A lot of shit goes down in the delivery room and I hate to tell you, but you can't control what's going to happen. Neither of you. Not even the best doctor in the world is able to anticipate what's going to happen. Stephanie is good at what she does, she just told you the facts, just like any other doula would. There is no changing the facts, Daryl. Things happen, but trust me women were build for this, it's gonna suck for a little while, but our girl will be just fine."
"Yeah, she's right. It's gonna be fine. But I'm still not excited about the sucky part. First thing I am going to check on that birth plan worksheet she gave me is 'Epidural? Yes, please!'"
"Do I even wanna know what that is?" Daryl rubbed his hands through his face, this giving birth thing was just not getting any prettier.
"Don't explain the procedure to him, Nat, I beg you! He's heard enough stories for this week." Jarah clamped her hand over Natalie's mouth when she wanted to tell Daryl what it was and how it would be done.
"Alright, alright. I'm leaving now anyway!" She smiled when she removed Jarah's hand from her face.
"Oh you're not staying for dinner? Why not?"
"Gonna give you two some space to say goodbye properly. You gotta make it last for two days. And I'm tired aaand we gotta get up early and get on the road. We'll have enough time to catch up then." Natalie explained, already grabbing her handbag from the couch.
"What is she talking about? Say goodbye for two days?" Daryl's brow was knit in confusion. They had stuff to do, they were gonna see each other.
"Grandma Betty is moving into a nursing home now that Herb is gone and I get to pick out furniture for the house. We're driving down there with a moving van to pick it up tomorrow." Jarah told him, sensing that he already didn't like the idea.
"And where exactly is 'down there'?"
"Mobile, Alabama."
"That's a five hour drive!" Daryl exclaimed. They could not be serious.
"Six, sometimes." Natalie shrugged and Jarah shot her a look that said 'not helping'.
"I'm going! If you insist on spending six hours in a car, I'm sure as hell gonna be drivin'. Make sure you take breaks and everything."
"I can do that, too, Daryl! I am perfectly able to drive and I will make sure that we'll take enough breaks for her to move around a little."
"Nat is right! You've been working so much this whole week and this move is not even over yet. You need to take a breather and just rest tomorrow. Do something fun, sleep in, whatever. We'll be back on Sunday. Around noon probably. Then we could really use your help to get the stuff unloaded and I already hate to bother you with that."
"'Course I'll help. I'll get Merle to help, too. Just sucks."
"Well, I gotta go. I'll pick you up at seven, sweetie. I'll see ya on Sunday, Daryl!" Nat breezed out of the apartment, leaving Daryl and Jarah to work it out among themselves.
"You're really killing me here, you know that?" Daryl wrapped his arms around her waist to pull her closer. Finally giving her a little kiss. He didn't like that she would be in Alabama for a whole day. So much could happen on the road, not to mention that he'd miss her.
"I know, but it's free stuff and right now I can really use that. We both knew that moving week was going to suck."
"Yeah, guess so. Don't know what I'll do all day tomorrow."
"Rest, eat, watch TV, hang with your brother, go to the bar. Your friends gotta miss you! I know I would."
"Yeah?" Daryl perked up a little, a shy smile forming on his lips. "What about tomorrow? Gonna miss tomorrow?"
"I miss you the minute you walk out of that door every night, so yeah. I'm gonna miss you tomorrow." She felt awkward admitting it out loud, but she forced herself to look into his beautiful blue eyes to show him that she meant it.
Daryl's smile grew a little wider before he pressed a kiss to her lips, his tongue darting into her mouth, tangling with hers for a short moment.
"Same here." he breathed so quietly that Jarah thought she might have imagined it.
"One week from now, we'll have more time again. Just one more week. Come on, let's have dinner and then get on that couch before it gets too late!" She kissed him soundly and then wriggled out of his arms to get dinner finished, while he watched her. He loved watching her. She was always barefoot, kind of a bad idea while working in a kitchen, but that was something he didn't argue over, he loved seeing it and something would be amiss if she'd start to put on shoes inside her apartment. Daryl used to hate feet, but he found hers to be unbelievably cute.
After dinner they cuddled up on the couch in their favorite position. Jarah was sideways on his lap, with her back resting comfortably against a pillow that was propped up against the armrest and him stroking his hand over her belly and legs all the while angling and hovering his torso over hers to make out with her.
Her fingers were firmly knotted in his hair, her other hand grabbing at his broad shoulder and feeling up his muscled arms while their tongues dueled passionately.
"Want me to get the oil?" He was breathing heavily when he broke away from the kiss. There was more intensity and urgency to their kisses tonight than the days before, probably due to the fact that they wouldn't be able to enjoy this for a whole day. He wanted her badly and he needed to calm himself down a little. A belly rub would help with that.
He was totally okay with the speed at which they were moving, he'd preferred it even, it had helped him a great deal to build trust and confidence around her but fact was, he was a man, he had needs and that need was growing with every kiss. Taking care of himself every night in bed wasn't helping much. He wasn't as scared or intimidated anymore by the thought of taking the next step with her, he wanted it, but he knew it wasn't the right time right now. They were too preoccupied with organizing everything, but as soon as that damn move was done, they would need some serious alone time together so they could explore each other a little more. He didn't want do to it all rushed between dinner and her starting to fall asleep. He wanted to take his time, he'd need it ,too, as he was still figuring things out.
The question paired with his sexy voice once more made her shiver with lust, but yet, she declined.
"No, I'm so tired. I'm sorry." He looked into her eyes and noticed that they were starting to get a bit droopy.
"It's okay, I get it. Been a long ass week. Got an even longer one in front of ya. Should let you get your rest."
They untangled and Daryl helped her sit up before pulling her up to stand.
"Text me when you get there, alright? Wanna know that you made it down there okay."
"I will. On Sunday I'll text you our estimated arrival date. Thanks again for doing freaking everything." She stood on her tip-toes and kissed him softly, lingering a moment longer, not wanting to let him go yet.
"Don't have ta thank me! Want ya to have everything you need." he leaned down to give her a quick peck, but Jarah wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. She just needed a couple more to make it last until Sunday.
Daryl eventually pulled back and turned her around to gently push her towards her bedroom. "Bed! Now!" Without even thinking he slapped her lightly on the ass.
"Daryl..." Jarah jumped and giggled and looked over her shoulder for one last look at him.
"I'll see you Sunday!" Daryl gave her a little smile and then left, hating how hard it was to leave this time. He couldn't wait for Sunday. It was funny how quickly he'd gotten used to being with her every day. Tomorrow was going to be a bitch.
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NanamiYatsumaki: This side of him is hot, I love writing it. Jarah's got the best guy to help her out, he even won her friend over. That's big, lol. Thank you for your kind words. Love reading your coments.
Mione788: Somehow everybody likes pushy, Daryl. Me, too. It's hot. Thank you for taking the time to read and review.
October: OMG, you are totally right! Lol, even when I was still in school years and years ago, my teachers told me not to use them so much. I guess it is somehow a force of habit that dies hard. I seriously tried to not use them so much towards the end of the chapter. It's hard, but I'll make an effort. Thank you for reviewing!
