After multiple PM's and reviews saying I needed to elaborate on Daryl and Danielle's "first time", I decided to add in this little excerpt. Enjoy!
He turned to leave, not knowing what to say or do but she caught his arm. "Stay with me?" she pleaded in between sobs. He couldn't say no. He sat down next to her on the bed but she grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down, his lips colliding with hers. Daryl was stunned at first, but warmed up to the kiss. The kisses were urgent and pleading. Danielle just wanted to feel affection, feel close to someone again. Her father and the only woman she knew as a mother figure were both dead. She would do anything to forget about it for the time.
She grabbed at his shirt and lifted over his head, breaking the kisses for a moment. She ran her hands down his back and when she felt the scars, she stopped. She backed off and they just stared into each others eyes. "I'm so sorry." She whispered.
He didn't say anything. He only looked at her. He wanted to tell her it was okay and to apologize for what had happened, how he had to kill her father. He knew she was hurting, but he just didn't know what to do. "I'm not good with words." He mumbled.
She just stared back at him sympathetically. "Please don't feel sorry for me. Don't ruin this." She grabbed his face again and pulled it towards hers. Daryl was getting carried away in all the senses. It had been so long for him. Too long. He was over whelmed by the taste of her lips, the softness of her curves, the warmth of her bare skin under his rough, strong hands. She was every bit the perfect woman. He couldn't even imagine why she had chosen him, of all people. She started undoing his pants, grabbing at him with even more force. She leaned up and helped him get undressed, then pulled off her own top and slid out of her shorts. He was amazed as he kissed her neck and her chest. Never had someone this flawless seen anything in him. He almost didn't believe what was happening as he fell into her. "Please don't leave me." She whispered against his neck. He knew that by now he never could.
She laid back and closed her eyes as she succumbed to the beauty that was Daryl. This broken, healing man was so strangled by his own demons that he hardly had time for hers. It was nice, feeling so close to someone who she barely knew. Though her life struggles paled in comparison to Daryl's, she still felt as though their anguish brought them closer together.
She gasped, taken from her own thought as Daryl carefully massaged and kissed her bare breasts, very tentatively and carefully. "I'm not made of porcelain. I wont break." She encouraged him. He took this light criticism into consideration and bit down gently on one of her nipples, pulling lightly and causing her to moan gratuitously.
Daryl didn't know much about passion. His own sexual encounters were boiled down to a string of one-night stands with careless, tasteless, and often drunk women he met at bars and the drug dens that his brother frequented. They were rushed and primitive. They were all about getting off. Never had he cared for those women. He couldn't even remember most of their names. He suddenly became self-concious. Danielle seemd like a girl who had few lovers. She probably lost her virginity to her high-school sweetheart and it was probably one of those perfect nights where his parents were out of town so he made her dinner and lit candles and took her on his pristine bed with fresh white linen sheets as "Let's Get It On" played in the background. He wasn't the flowers and chocolates boyfriend. He never even had what you would call a proper girlfriend. Something about Danielle made him want to try and that scared him more than anything. In these times, life wasn't guaranteed. He could barely look after himself and his group. Everyday was becoming a struggle. He couldn't let anyone die, they depended on him. He didn't know what he would do if anything happened to this girl. He would die for her, he knew that.
Consumed with his thoughts and overwhelmed with lust and feelings, Daryl ravished his young lover, covering her body in passionate kisses and bites. He made his way down to her lace panties and took a deep breath, biting down on the hem line and pulling down. She lifted her hips and helped him. He drug them down and around her ankles, pulling them over her feet. He hoisted her up so that her knees hung over his burly shoulders and leaned into her, pressing down onto her chest, supporting himself on his capable arms, his muscles rippling from the tension.
She gasped as her slide into her, so smoothly, but with the heat of his passion. She was overwhelmed with the intensity of the situation, her senses heightened by the absurdity of it all. She barely knew this man and she was letting into her most private part. Daryl was very primal, almost animalistic. It both scared and aroused her. This wasn't like her at all, but she justified the encounter with the fact that this was the goddamned apocalypse. Nothing was certain anymore. Carpe diem and all that shit. She tried to calm her mind and focus on Daryl. How he was filling her almost completely and the painful pleasure she was receiving.
His eyes were burrowing into hers, trying to sense what it was she wanted. He would give it to her, more than willingly. His thrusts hastened as he sped up, over compensating for his lack of words. He realized she was close when she started screaming. She covered her mouth with her arm and bit down as she let out one last cry with enthusiasm. Her climax sent him over the edge and he pulled out quickly, releasing himself on her thigh. He pulled himself out from under her legs and fell to the bed beside her, retracting into himself again. Danielle lay there, catching her breath as he pulled himself off the bed, scouring the floor for his boxers.
"You're not going, are you?" she whimpered. The tears had returned, filling her eyes to the brim, almost spilling out.
He looked at her, ashamed of himself and his cursed ways. It was force of habit to run away as soon as he felt things. He had to try harder. "No, I'm not going anywhere." He admitted. He fell back onto the bed and, with relief, Danielle fell back into his arms.