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Notes: Thanks to all the readers and reviewers…and yes the evil cackle was for a good reason! Muhahahahaha…but in the meantime distract yourself with this M rated chapter… xD
Daryl's got some issues with the things Finny wrote in the dirt…oh boy! O_o
Chapter Nineteen
(Fin's POV)
I wake to the feel of hot skin pressed against me. I moan stretching sore stiff muscles under the firm press of perfectly calloused palms and fingertips working their way up my sides drawing my too loose scrub shirt up and over my head with a little assistance on my part.
I lift my head feeling the material slide up and off; catching on the braid knot at the base of my skull for a moment. The slight breeze and sound of cloth falling to the floor the only other movement in the room while I lick my lips keep my eyes shut focusing on the tremors already flooding my body with desire.
I gasp; knot my fingers through his hair when his breath caresses my skin, telling me where he is. I can practically feel him, see him; even behind my closed eyelids posed over me possessively. His hands tracing down my sides only fuel the flames. They move with a languid, leisurely pace; skirting down to frame my hips while I stretch and flex sleep stiff muscles beneath him, arch my spine slowly into his touch feeling almost like a cat. The sound that emanates from somewhere in the vicinity my throat definitely emulates a purr.
"Are you going to touch me, or just think about it?" I open one eye to find him staring up at me, one dark eyebrow quirked under a fall of darker hair in the soft early morning light.
He exhales against my skin again deliberately, and I marvel at the instant sweet rush of molten heat curling through my core in response. The throbbing need of my body though just barely awake already thrumming with wicked tension. My nerves all skittering and leaping with little sparks of electric current just from the way his eyes travel over my bare skin; and the feel of his warm breath against my navel.
He's thinking when he should be touching. I can practically see the cogs turning in his head; see the thoughts behind his guarded grey blue eyes this morning. His gaze locked to mine for a brief flash before his presses his lips just beside my belly button tongue flicking out to circle a freckle that marks my skin there causing heat to leap up my spine and my thighs to twitch against the sheets in reflex. I draw them up so the insides of my calves frame his waist, "What is it?" I slide my fingers through his bangs unable to reach much else, watching him while he stares down at my skin without raising his eyes to mine for a long moment.
Daryl's arms wrap around me, lifting my lower back from the bed raising my skin up to meet his tongue already lathing against my skin in a deliciously slow hot caress before diving into the shallow dip in my skin blowing a rush of hot air rolling out across my skin. My spine bows, head tilting back, eyes slipping shut; gasping while my hips tilt toward him in silent invitation.
His arms slide from behind me just as quickly; roaming; exploring and mapping my skin his palms sliding up my ribs, fingers curling gently and possessively over the soft globes of my breast now under his palms. I arch and press into his touch biting my lip to quiet a soft moan when his thumbs brush over my nipples teasingly flicking their tips sending heat flooding through me straight to my center, excitement and wanton lust racing out through my veins.
He hums softly against my skin, mouth pressing hungry and insistent for a moment to the sharp curve where the soft inward curve of waist meets hip before tracing his nose up my skin as I arch twisting my chin up instinctively offering more of myself to his touch.
His hands continue to slide over me pulling a moan from my throat my eyes slipping shut blocking out everything but the feel of him pressed against my frame; his warm hands brushing over quickly overheating skin.
His voice tickles my ear, tone intrigued and husky all at once. "Your breasts feel larger…"
I snort still leaning further into his touch. Wishful thinking no doubt. "Must be all that vending machine food at the hospital." I'm surprised it didn't go straight to my ass, too many candy bars and pretzels even if I threw half of them up.
I hiss a quick and startled "Hey! Ouch!" Jerking under his hands in protest pressing back into the bed escaping his touch when he squeezes too hard.
"Sorry," He presses a kiss to my collar bone in apology. His touch tempering immediately, cupping me gently before slipping down over my sides with just the barest hint of a caress against my skin; teasing me while I squirm under his hands feeling more liquid heat throb in time with my heartbeat flutter and spasm in anticipation between my folds long past ready for his touch.
"Maggie's pregnant."
My brain stumbles over the words while his fingers slide down my sides again, and my stomach flips; nerves and uncertainty pressing at the pleasure centered fog humming in my veins unsure where he's going with this…
"I know." It was in my letter. Surely they all know by now…it's been weeks…she'll be showing soon. I couldn't tell from a distance in the parking lot…too distracted with trying to make sure they all lived; that I could get away…
I push a few stray locks away from my forehead let my arm fall out onto the bed fingers still caught in the loose strands of my hair worked loose from my braid now fanned out beside my head partially tangled in my fingers. I wait wondering. Unsure if I should touch him with whatever train of thought he's currently following…
My teeth drag across my bottom lip biting back a groan when he moves lower again, hands against my sides pressed to the mattress pinning me between the muscled column of his arms, his tongue darts out and circles my navel, while I leap against his touch. He repeats the movement while I shake, breath catching as he moves lower goosebumps breaking out across my skin.
"If you're trying to tell me that it's yours I'm going to kill you no matter what your mouth is doing…" I gasp sharply feeling his teeth nip over sensitive skin in rebuttal.
He glares up at me face still hovering just over my skin for a moment shaking his head looking harassed.
"Alright then…so its Glenn's…why…?"
"I want that."
I stare at him in utter shock even as his next words do fascinating things to the heat sliding through my chest, to the pulse I can feel beating against my throat.
"I want a little boy with dark hair and your eyes, and a little girl who looks just like you because you're beautiful and perfect." He slides his hands up my sides fingers spanning the smallest curve of my tucked in waist thumbs brushing over my skin heating me all the way through to my bones.
I bite my lip staring up at him suddenly nervous and hesitant under his gaze, my voice barely a whisper.
"What's this sudden desire to witness me getting stretch marks and morning sickness and…mood swings?" I have to bite my lip then, grip the sheets beside my hips with the heat of his mouth sliding over my skin; trailing lower again while my insides flutter and clench. And it's nothing compared to the searing heat flashing up my spine the second he looks up at me; the delicious possessive hunger and want simmering under those swirling deepening grey-blue eyes.
My whole body flushes, tingles with a million nerve endings all over-sensitized at once in a brilliant flood of desire and need crowding out all my other senses while his tongue moves over me in a teasing flick of heat.
"not that sudden, been think'n bout it for months…"
I jerk and curse softly, every muscle tensing; shaking with need. I can't think, can scarcely breathe with his hot mouth pressed against the smooth skin between my hips; or maybe it's the gravely tone of his voice making my brain go all fuzzy and spinning with a blinding haze of desire. When he speaks again he pressing hot wet open mouth caresses against my skin between every word; slowly moving over my skin marking me with his invisible claim while I tremble and tilt my hips into his glorious assault. His fingers weight against my skin parting me while I tremble and buck jerking towards his hand when his thumb slides higher presses against my gathering heat circling gently over my pearl of nerves making my breath hitch catching in my chest mid-exhale.
"I spent every fucking night since you've been gone thinking about all the things I'd lost without you…I want to put my hands on your skin and feel our baby move. I want to hold them in my arms and see you, and me…us together in one perfect tiny person."
And ohmygod. I can't catch my breath staring up at him. Not after those words; not with that liquid blue heat boring into me never looking away, with him moving back up my body crawling over me. The fierce emotion in his eyes keeping me trapped, laying me bare while tendrils of longing tug at my nerves spark and tingle low rising up through my belly; spreading through my limbs with every push of my pulse.
"I…" I swallow tilting my chin up to stare at the ceiling drawing a deep breath into my lungs; not sure how to tell him other than just coming out with it now.
"I thought I was pregnant too…"
He goes unearthly still against my skin. When I glance down he's watching me so intensely it makes my pulse stumble out of time. I feel a bit dizzy and realize I need to breathe.
"You thought? Or you are?" His look is sliding towards a glower his hands closing tight over my skin.
"I took a test, just the other day…It said no."
"Did you think you were before you jumped off that God Damn Bridge?!"
I shake my head so hard it rattles my teeth. When I look at him again his jaw is clenched tight still watching me; teetering dangerously close to a total Manbeast reaction.
Over-protective Daryl in full freak-out mode…
"No I swear, just the last few days; I kept feeling sick…but I took the test and…no, I think I was just exhausted." I exhale in a rush head dropping back against the mattress again letting my eyes slip shut feeling that same aching sting centered in my chest no less intense than before. And I can definitely define the ache now: Disappointment.
His next words throw me for a loop.
"I'm pregnant, it's Rick's?"
My frantic pulse only increasing when I recognize them a second later; understand what he's referring to now. And yikes. Because he's using that deadly calm tone when it feels like he should be screaming especially with the way his hands are shaking suddenly against my skin.
Uh… oh.
I bite my lip one eye opening to glance at him taking in his contemptuous, near livid expression. I groan and cover my face with my hand cheeks flushing to match my hair.
"Please tell me that Rick didn't read That one…"
Or Carl… I realize. Good Lord. I swallow. Then my eyes pop open with a startling thought.
"Wait. You didn't kill him did you? It was a lie, obviously." I stammer while his eyes narrow at me. His voice is barely more than a low growl when he continues his expression bordering on scary.
"And how about 'I like it when you spank me hard enough to make my pussy twitch?"
Oh My God. I cover my eyes with my palm twisting under him so that my whole body is turned away trying to hide.
That was probably the most vulgar thing I've ever written in my Life.
I have one too many raunchy romance novels to thank for that line… I was trying to upset him…and it worked. I just didn't think about his reaction should he ever find me to ask about it… I definitely couldn't imagine that he'd be on top of me when he decided to bring it up…
…and that I'd be naked.
Thank you Universe. Your wicked sense of justice is duly noted. Now I'll just crawl away and die of embarrassment in private thank you very much.
Except no, because Daryl is still staring at me, waiting for some kind of response I realize when he speaks a second later. "Well?" He's still glowering up at me when I peek out from under my hand…
"Uh…well…what?" I can feel the heat radiating off my cheeks.
"Is that one a lie too?" His fingers tighten on my waist look darkening with something other than anger, and oh god…heat zips up my spine, bum rushing my overtaxed senses at that look.
"I uh…thought it might un-hinge you enough to screw up your tracking…so I could get away..."
"You gonna tell me you actually wanted that…"
I stare at him, stomach summersaulting around my insides. I lick my lips watching him, waiting for him to elaborate. Trying to figure out if he's talking about my escape… Because he can't possibly be talking about actually spanking me… just the thought makes my brain seize up; turn to a useless roar of distracting white noise.
"Wanted what?!" My reply sounds more like an anxious squeak then a question; divulging the serial flutters in residence under my skin the heat licking up my spine fanned higher by the incredible images suddenly swarming my brain. And Oh wow, who knew actually thinking about that as a possibility would be such a turn on? Oh boy am I in trouble...
I swallow and try to clear my throat growing more nervous under that look before attempting to scoot up the bed crawling out from under him; only to be yanked back down with a startled gasp and a rush of wet heat between my legs a second later.
His hand grips my hip rolling me back flush with the sheets beneath him while his nose trails over my skin, darkening eyes finding mine through a dark curtain of crooked bangs.
"You trying to tell me when you wrote that you didn't want me to catch you thinking about those words? Tell me you weren't hoping for that exact scenario. Go ahead girl and tell me that you didn't want me to track your ass down, pin you against the nearest solid surface and remind you that your mine, make you scream my name..."
Jesus. Those words, that tone; that imagery makes me melt from the inside out. And he's just watching me barely touching me still and it does something to the desire burning under my skin; amplifies it tenfold with a rush of desperate need while I bite my lip just anticipating his touch wondering when it will come; my cheeks flushing dark pink under that wild look. He doesn't move, still watching me through those impossibly dark long lashes even while I draw my calf around his thigh pulling his hips down to slide his skin against me; pressing him where he needs to be to spread this ache under my skin pushing out through my veins…
I nod, not sure I trust my voice to form coherent words "I…" I gasp breathless as his mouth moves against my skin suddenly stealing my breath. "God, yes I wanted that…" and then my tongue can't form words because he's pressing into me with the perfect angle; parting and stretching me wide, possessive questing fingers sliding over my skin.
My shoulders roll off the bed, my entire spine curling with an intense wash of liquid heat that gathers where we're joined, spasms and clenches around the burning stretch of his girth filling me with such perfect aching slowness. He's giving me time to feel each rush of sensation; each tightening spasm of my innermost muscles clamping around his invasion as he moves painstakingly slow inside me, nothing like the night before; taking me inch by mind blowing inch. And fuck.
His breath brushes my ear when he's fully seated; filling me to almost the point of pain; teeth stinging briefly over sensitive skin before his tongue swirls away any memory of the small assault.
"Next time you take a damn test, I'm going to be there; and it's going to say yes…"
Oh, my God.
I gasp, whole body arching off the bed under his touch, tormented with bright flashes of heat and intense mind-numbing tremors of need. And he hasn't even moved yet…
"You know I can't get pregnant yet, right?"
His only response is to move inside me; withdrawing from my heat fast and hard before slamming into me again with a burst of white light and mind-numbing pleasure arcing through every nerve and Fuck!
I gasp, cling to him breathing too hard, too fast; pressing my face against his warm neck breathing him in, feeling him sliding under my skin. And I guess it doesn't hurt to practice…and oh. God.
Every sinful glide pours liquid fire through my veins; melting my spine and already I'm feeling the edge slide closer… my muscles all tighten and tremble around his thrust. I'm spiraling tighter under those scorching blue eyes…my whole body, every inch of skin is burning, tingling… It's so intense I'm certain I'm dying and at the same time I've never felt more alive…
My fingers press over his spine, feeling muscles tense and glide under hot skin while he moves against me and I'm ready to tip, teetering on the brink; so close…one more little touch will send me spiraling off into the abyss…and he knows; he always knows.
He dips his mouth to press to my neck, bathing my skin with his tongue; dragging teasing teeth over my skin with just the hint of sting; ripping the last ounce of will power from my grasp; snapping the last string to sanity and all I can do is let go: feel the world fall away around me spinning and exploding into a pinpoint focus of just this moment; there's nothing else, there might never be again…
I'm floating, and falling and shattering all at once. Mind numbing pleasure curls through my belly; crawls up my back tingles against the base of my spine; sparks and lights; dances in a brilliant display of nerve endings imploding behind my clenched shut eyes. Each thrust of his hips sends electric currents through my nerves; racing through my veins; thrumming and superheating my skin until I can't breathe.
I flop back boneless against the sheets flushed and breathless legs somehow still wrapped around his narrow hips; still sliding against mine while he groans my name and drags his teeth over my bottom lip.
I arch against him, when his fingers tighten painfully over my shoulder, against my hip and he slams into me his previous rhythm lost in the last few jagged thrust of his hips, as his own climax nears. His release when it breaks inside me pulling an answering wave of desire and fluttering heat from my muscles still locked quivering and squeezing around him, pulling him deeper, too many sensations burning through me at once to separate a single one; dragging us both back under; or pushing us over I'm not sure anymore…
I can't do anything but gasp for my next breath against his skin and float on the tingling waves of need curling around every nerve ending bursting up my spine with the heat and strength of a lightening striking down.
He shakes over me; against me, nose pressed to the hollow between neck and collar, breathing wild; completely out of control his hips still rolling in a desperate grinding circle where he's cradled between my thighs, riding out the aftershocks of my inner muscles locked around him my calves locked tight around his trim waist keeping him trapped inside me for a moment longer before I let them slide back to his side feeling heavy, boneless and weak; completely sated. The overwhelming urge to curl against his side and fall asleep; giving into the flutters of pleasure still swirling through my belly pulls a soft sigh from my lungs.
His breath is warm against my ear, teeth punctuating his warning with a sharp sting that has my insides spasming in instant reaction despite the heavy warmth still curling through my veins. I cling to him gasping sharply while he growls in my ear. "Tell me it's Rick's again and I'll spank your ass so hard that your damn head'll spin."
I groan against his skin, snuggling closer.
"Too late, room's spinning now."
:: Walking Dead ::