AN: sorry for the cliffy, hope this makes up for it. I love the way this turned out. Let me know what you think :)

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Chapter 11

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Oh god, the last thing she wanted was his hands on her, to feel his hands running across her skin, but before her brain could respond her lips were already speaking "Alright."

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What the fuck was wrong with him? Touching her was the last thing he wanted. Well that was wrong, it was what he wanted more than anything else. What he craved for, what he longed for more than anything. What he dreamed about every god damn night.

The more time he spent with her, the more he respected her, the more he liked her, hell the more spellbound he became. If he could he'd kick his own ass for the way he was thinking he would, but he was, completely spellbound, it was a good way to describe it. He'd felt like he'd fallen into some stupid novel, ones he'd tease Andrea about reading. But every time she looked at him and smiled, he felt gutshot. He wanted to protect her, take care of her, fuck he wanted to cherish her. He couldn't help it anymore, his awkwardness couldn't hold him back, not when he felt this pull towards hers. She could feel it too. He knew it too.

He was drawn to her more so at night. It felt wrong that she was sleeping in his bed alone. He'd spent so many nights at the doorway, watching her sleep. Just wanting her near, wanting to be closer.

She rolled to her side, facing away from him. "Lie down behind me." She whispered her voice hoarse. He felt chills cascade down his spine. Easing himself behind her on the bed, clenching his fingers to suppress the urge to grab her and pull her into the curve of his body. His breath shook as she reached down, grabbing the hem of her nightgown, pulling it up in the back to her neck so her back was exposed. Her hands shaking a little, he stared in awe at the delicate curve of her back, she was tiny, he took it all in, every slope, every curve. He wanted to memorize it all. The blue lace panties she was wearing all of it. He put his fingers out to tentatively touch a scar that ran along her back.

She was shivering as she spoke. "Ed.." she whispered. She glanced over her shoulder in question at the noise he made. A cross between a growl and a sob had been strangled in his throat. "Is this ok? Is it too much for you?" She murmured.

She knew, knew his past, from what he told her. They were so alike, but the difference was now he was stronger he would never let anyone hurt her again. But here she was trying to make it better for him. Worried about him. He nodded a little shaken up at the fact he was quickly realizing he was hopelessly in love with her. "I'm ok." He grunted.

She turned, and he moved closer, he started to gently knead, all the areas, on her back that he'd seen her absently rubbing the last few days. He worried about her, about how hard pregnancy would be on her. He'd taken to reading her book when she was sleeping.

She moaned softly, in pleasure, and he felt a shiver run through him. As his hands ran down the side of her ribs, the tips of his fingers brushing the underside of her breasts.

He moved his fingers away but she grabbed his hand. He couldn't breathe, as she pulled his hand to cup her breast. "Daryl?" She whispered.

"Yeah?" He wasn't sure how he could speak.

"I...I lied. It wasn't my back bothering me...it was something else I needed...something else I wanted?" She murmured.

He could feel her nipples pebbled in his palm. His dick was so hard it was almost painful.

"What do you need?" He whispered. Fuck he'd give her anything she wanted. Anything she needed.

She turned and looked up at him. "You."

It was like a fire suddenly lit, the flames glowing bright red inside him. He pulled her nightgown off as he pressed his face in her neck. "You sure?" He almost was gasping now.

"I've never been so sure, I've never wanted anything more."

His hands were everywhere. He couldn't seem to touch her enough. It would never be enough he could touch her forever and it would never be enough. He quickly helped her remove her underwear, she was lying on her back nAked before him. So much trust in her face it blew him away. He knew he would fumble and be a little awkward but more than anything he wanted to make her happy. Show her she could trust him. Maybe with her heart.

Her touched her stomach gently, almost in awe. It was amazing to think there was a life there. He suddenly wished it was his baby as he gently stroked her. His fingers softly lowered and he didn't break eye contact. She had such a tender look on her face. When he touch her slit, they groaned together. She was so wet, and it was for him. She really did want him. He was touching her, stroking her, loving the way her head was thrown back and her eyes were closed when he wanted more.

He lowered himself down between her legs, the taste of her setting him on fire. Her fingers threaded through his hair felt right somehow, as he used his tongue to give her what she needed. He was lost in haze, of lust and longing more than he ever had before. He wanted to bring everything out of her. Her wanted her to let go, as his mouth worshiped her. She cried out, her back arching, he felt her hips spasming under where he had his hands anchored. He didn't want to stop, he didn't want to let go, as he ushered her threw her orgasm and felt her desire climb again, until, she tapped him on the shoulder moaning his name, whispering she needed him inside her. He couldn't deny her anything.

Joining them together he entered her, and he was complete. This was home. He could never let her go. Today was the first day of the rest of his life. It had to be he was home.