Chapter 10

"I'm going to take a shower and from the looks of it, you could use one too," Stella said as she finally started to get up off the living room floor.

"I thought you liked me dirty," Daryl said giving her a playful pout.

"I like you dirty after working in the yard all day, or working on your truck," she said. "Not days, maybe weeks of being on the road and killing walkers."

Daryl rolled his eyes.

"Did you just roll your eyes at me?" Stella asked placing her hand on her hips and tilting her head slightly.

Usually Daryl saw his wife in this stance it meant that he was in trouble and it scared him a little, in a "no sex for month" type of way. But seeing her like this now, butt ass naked, he couldn't help the laugh that escaped his mouth.

"Oh, you are SO going to get it," she said as she took off after him. She playfully swatted at his head, Daryl ducking from contact. She chased him around the sofa twice before Daryl said "to hell with it" and grabbed her up and threw her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"Put me down, Dixon!" Stella yelled swatting at his bare ass.

"I will once I get you to the bathroom," he said, slapping her ass as well.

When he reached the bathroom, he flicked the light on and dropped her in the shower. Before he let her completely go though, he turned the water on cold.

"Son of a bitch!" Stella howled as the cold water hit her back.

Daryl stood against the sink laughing at the now wet and shivering woman.

"I don't know what you're laughing at," she said trying to use here angriest voice, but failing when the smile creeped across her lips.

"Aw, I forgot how cute you were when you get mad," he said as he pulled her into his arms and kissed her nose.

"Yeah, we'll see how cute you are when your balls are blue," she said still trying to hold in her laughter.

"Woman, until 10 minutes ago, my balls had been blue for over a year. My tolerance has greatly increased without being around you."

"Is that so, now?" Stella asked in almost a purr.

"Yes, ma'am," Daryl said, wondering where this was going.

Stella wrapped her arms around his waist and was lightly tracing her fingernails in circles against the small of his back.

"You mean to tell me that in all this time of being apart, you didn't once take matters into your own hands while thinking of me?" she asked coyly.

Daryl swallowed hard at the lump that was now in his throat. "I may have had one or two extremely vivid dreams about you. And when I woke up had something that I needed to take care of," he said his voice shaking a little.

Stella ran her nails down to his ass, scratching ever so lightly, sending a shiver up Daryl's spine. She stood up on her tiptoes and ran the tip of her tongue along the pulse in his neck. Daryl felt his dick harden immediately.

"What did you dream about, huh?" she whispered against his ear in a low breathy moan.

"Um, I dreamt about my birthday when I came home from work to find you in that little black lacy number," he stammered out.

"I remember that," she said as her hand moved to grab his dick in a firm grasp. "Is that all?"

"Um, you walked me over to the couch and took off my boots. Then you unbuckled my belt and slowly pulled it from my jeans," he said. He knew what she was doing, but this felt so much better than when he was doing it to himself that morning after his dream.

"And then what," she asked while her hand started slowly stroking his dick.

"Then, you, um, unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them off," he said barely above a whisper.

"And you weren't wearing any underwear that day, were you?" she breathed against his neck while her hand continued its torturously slow pace. She already felt pre-cum leaking from his tip.

Daryl tried to clear his throat. "Uh, no I wasn't."

"Then what did I do?" Stella asked placing another kiss against his neck.

"You, um, then, sucked my dick until I came in your mouth," he almost hissed. "Best damn blow job I'd ever had."

All of a sudden, he felt Stella's hand stop and release his still painful hard on. She took a step back and looked at him.

"Yep, I remember that night very well," she said. "Too bad you won't be getting a blow job like that tonight."

Stella turned around, turned the shower on to a more comfortable temperature and stepped in.

"You are just plain evil, woman," Daryl said as he stepped into the shower with her.