AN: hey guys, sorry my updates are spotty. For those of you that asked I'm feeling better after my accident. Neck brace is off, and no damage to my spine (thank god!) but I have RA so I'm stiff as can be :/ anyhoo I spent some time the past week reading Halohunter89's Wayward sons (ahhh so good, must read) and of course I started another story. It's called "A veil of Red" and it is a Supernatural and TWD crossover (and it's Caryl). My updates will be spotty for a bit. Still not 100% :) This story may start to get a touch darker. Just an FYI

Sorry this is short :/

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Chapter 14

Holding her at night became more difficult. Daryl had thought to offer that they could move in to the main house, back to his room, but he had read in her mind she felt safe in the shop. The security system was the best money could buy. He had all his merchandise, tools and materials stored there.

So he never asked, and every night they would have supper together and sit in front of the small fireplace in the apartment, and every night he could feel her healing.

The first night that she rolled into his side while awake he hadn't needed his abilities to sense her shyness. She felt awkward. Hell he did too. The awareness of the connection between them like the liquid heat that would pool in his stomach. They had shared an intense heated gaze, and he had kissed her, threading his fingers through her hair, before pulling away and kissing her temple. He would take no more than she had in her to give, he reminded himself of that fact daily.

She got more comfortable touching him, her shy fingers soon started to explore his body. The amazement in her mind at rediscovering what intimacy should be had held him still, even when her innocent touches had him to the point of whimpering. Before she settled to sleep each night he would indulge himself in a passionate kiss, but kept his hands to himself.

Her explorations became even more difficult to deal with and several nights he snuck out of bed, to take a cold shower after she slept.

A month into her development of wandering hands, he'd been lying on his back while her fingers dipped lower and lower across his stomach. Shivers ran across his belly and he was having a hard time controlling his breathing when he heard her, in his mind.

HCan I touch you?

Her voice was soft like a whisper.

He was confused for a moment, "I thought you were.." And then saw in her mind what she wanted.

His lips became dry and all he could do was nod. Searching her mind to make certain this was what she wanted.

Her cool hand slipped into the sweats he was wearing and past the waist band of his boxers. He breath was coming in gasps. As her soft hand grasped him he wanted nothing more than to grab her and show her what she was doing to him, but he'd seen over the past month. Her fears of letting anyone close start to trusted him, to let her take her time, go at her own pace.

But after a few short touches he was panting trying to hold off his release. "I'm gonna cum." He muttered finally.

She looked up at him in surprise her eyes widening in surprise. "Already?" And then her mouth formed a shocked o and she couldn't believe what she said. Despite his coming orgasm he snorted out a laugh as he buried his face in her neck "You're so beautiful" he moaned as he spent himself into her hand.

The next morning there was a lightness to her step, as she puttered around the small kitchen in his shirt. He came up behind her wrapping his arms around her waist nipping at her neck.

"Shops probably cold as fuck. Need to get the heat going before you come down. I'll go down first." He murmured.

She let out a little giggle "Everything you say sounds a little dirty when your doing that." She said with a grin.

He snorted out a chuckle happy to hear her happy "Stahhhp." He growled playfully as lightly swatted her ass, and headed downstairs with a wink.