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Chapter 21 – Blood Spilled

"You killed Beth!" Lylah accused with terror in her voice, as she stared at the man with the knife.

"She put up a fight – but I think you will be even more enjoyable" he slowly made his way closer, never taking his icy cold eyes off her.

"They'll kill you for this, you know", Lylah warned in a desperate attempt to stop him.

"No they won't" he laughed with confidence. "They'll kill Dexter…I've got it all planned out – how and where I'm going to plant the evidence. They already suspect him anyway. Nobody ever suspects the accountant." He laughed at his own genius. "Believe me, it won't take much to convince them. We both know it." Lylah swallowed, knowing he likely spoke the truth. This psycho was going to get away with – if she didn't stop him.

She had to do something. She threw the pots at him as she simultaneously screamed as loud as she could – trying to create as much noise as possible. If she could just distract him and get away, she thought. She pulled out the knife Daryl insisted she always carry. It wasn't as big as Thomas' but it surprised the hell out him –she wasn't going down without a fight.

Then, almost as if he appreciated the challenge, he smiled just before he ran to her, ready to strike. She managed to cut him in the arm pretty deeply. Then he grabbed her and pinned her against the counter. He slammed her hand against the counter, forcing the knife out of hand. She watched helplessly as it tumbled to the floor.

"You're will regret that" he warned. She was so pissed and frustrated he had her pinned like this. But she wouldn't give up.

"Fuck You" she yelled as she stomped on his foot and tried to bring her knee up. But she had no room to get any leverage.

He almost seemed turned on by her struggles – actually felt his erection press against her; making her nauseous as she thought about what he'd done to Beth. She gasped as she felt the knife penetrate her stomach, felt something moist and warm ooze down her. With his other hand he yanked her pants down. She screamed again as she realized he'd stabbed her. The pain was excruciating – it felt like sharp fire licking her insides. She was having trouble keeping everything in focus… she slowly blinked her eyes to try and keep it together.

Daryl heard her scream. Just like last time – it was a scream of abject terror. The last time he'd heard it she'd found Beth raped and murdered. Daryl's heart raced and his blood chilled as he ran towards the kitchen, closely followed by Rick and Glenn. He was getting closer, he knew it, when he heard her yell "Fuck You". Oh Jeezus, she was the one being attacked, he realized as a part of him shut down He had to get to her. He arrived just in time to see Thomas yank her pants down and hear Lylah scream in agony.

Daryl jerked him off her and Rick grabbed Thomas in a choke hold. Thomas' hand still held the large bloody knife before Rick forced him to drop it . His eyes were maniacal as he struggled against Rick's hold. Glenn grabbed the knife out of the man's reach as Daryl started to beat the hell out of the man; knew he would beat him to death; God him help if Rick tried to stop him..

"Daryl?" he vaguely heard Lylah's voice through the fog of rage. He hadn't even checked to make sure she was ok; he berated himself. Then he noticed that Lylah was holding her stomach and there was a large amount of blood pooling on her shirt and in her hand. He immediately abandoned Thomas and ran to her just as her eyes rolled back and she started sliding to the ground.

"Lylah!" Daryl screamed as he scooped her in his arms.

"Daryl, get her to Hershel now… Glenn and I got this" Rick ordered.

Daryl didn't need to be told twice. As he ran out of the kitchen carrying Lylah, Hershel and Maggie ran through the double doors. They were soon followed by Lori and Carol.

"Hershel, help her!" Daryl screamed, his voice desperate with emotion.

Hershel took a look at the bleeding unconscious woman to assess the damage. "Put her on the table. Maggie run up and get the kit. Lori and Carol, I'm going to need some clean sheets"

Lori and Carol were back in seconds, spreading them out onto one of the long tables. "I'll also need some clean towels". They both ran again to get the required items and Daryl laid her gently on the table.

"Hershel, help her. I NEED you to help her" Daryl's voice cracked as he begged for help.

"Daryl, I need you to step back so I can see the damage ok?" Hershel used his calm soothing doctor voice to try and get through to the distraught man.

Daryl stepped only a foot away, just enough to give Hershel room to examine her. Lylah started to regain consciousness as Hershel pulled the fabric from her shirt away to look at the wound.

"Daryl" her voice was little more than a hoarse whisper. "I tried…I had my knife…I'm sorry" she trailed off.

"Shhhh" he felt tears form, biting his lip to hold them back. He didn't want her to see how scared he was. Christ, she was apologizing to him for getting stabbed. He shook his head at the absurdity.

Her screams turned to cries of pain as Hershel probed the wound, checking the extent of the damage. The sound cut through to his soul – he'd have done anything to keep her from going through this. The pain must have made her pass out again, because her eyes had rolled back and her head lolled to the side. He cradled her head in his hands desperately trying to soothe the hurt.

Just then a gun shot rang throughout the building. Daryl assumed it was Rick taking care of Thomas. He regretted that he had not been the one to do it.

Seeing her lifeless bloody body lain out on these white sheets terrified him. What would he do if she didn't…? Shut the fuck up, he told himself. Anger seethed in his eyes as he refused to consider she might die. It was his fault. They should have made sure those convicts were secure… should have made her safe here. Fuck! She should have been safe here. He hung his head before resting his forehead on hers.

"I don't see any organ damage…It's not as deep as I first feared." Hershel explained as Rick and Glenn rejoined them.

Daryl raised his head to look at them, needing to know Thomas would not be a threat to any of them ever again. Rick nodded to him. "He came at us again… a head shot" was all Rick needed to say.

"Is she going to be ok?" Rick asked Hershel. Just then Maggie ran into the room with the large bag of medical supplies.

"Yes, but I need to get her sewn up. I don't have anesthesia, so you're gonna have to hold her down"

"Unless," Hershel continued "Have you found the infirmary yet? They would have supplies there, some anesthesia equipment"

"No, we haven't found it yet. We need to make that a priority," Rick readily admitted.

"You two will need to hold her down then. I can give her a shot to relax her and something for the pain but she'll still be semi-conscious" he explained as he drew up the syringes. Daryl held her shoulder while he stroked her hair and whispered into her ear.

Hershel pulled out the needle, sutures and gauze as he prepared to repair the damage. Daryl could feel her relax, see her breathing slow as the medication Hershel gave her started to take effect.

"Now what I gave her will take the edge off, but you need to keep her still ok?" Hershel was adamant. "Got her?" he waited for Daryl and Rick to confirm. "Maggie hand me a sponge" and Maggie assisted Hershel.

Lylah jerked against the strong arms holding her as Hershel opened up the wound to start suturing the underlying tissue. She screamed in agony as the excruciating work continued. Watching her go through this while having to hold her down was killing him; having to hear her scream and moan in pain – at times he thought it was too much. Rick looked him in the eyes trying to convince him she'd be alright. Daryl tried not to watch what Hershel was doing, instead tried to keep his eyes on her beautiful face.

As Hershel got close to completing the sutures, the pain must have subsided enough for her to regain consciousness. Her eyelids slowly opened as she made out Daryl's face.

"I hurt…" she croaked out.

"Shhh - I know baby… it's almost done" he told her, looking at Hershel to confirm he hadn't just lied to her. "You're gonna be ok." Daryl promised her.

"Ok, I've got the bleeding stopped. She needs to rest and stay still", Hershel explained to Daryl.

"Can we move her – take her upstairs where she'll be more comfortable" Daryl didn't want her to have to stay the night here on this table.

"That should be fine – just be real careful of her side as you do it. I'll go with you. Can you and Rick carry her?"

Daryl carried her by himself refusing to allow Rick to help. Rick went with him anyway, helping to navigate the doorways and stairs. Hershel followed behind to make sure they got her settled without re-opening anything.

Satisfied his patient was stable, he handed Daryl some pills. "These are antibiotics, and these are for pain. Make sure she takes them before the pain becomes unbearable. Wake her up in four hours and give her two of these and two of these." Hershel left the medication and some water.. "Come get me if you need anything or if she's unable to swallow the pills. I can give her another injection if necessary" he assured Daryl before he left.

"Hershel…thank you.." Daryl had trouble with this part, but had to say something to the man.

"Daryl, she's gonna be ok" Rick reiterated. "Are you gonna be ok? Do you want Lori or Carol to come and help? I know they'd be happy to"

"No man, I got it" Daryl needed to be here with her.

"Let me know if ya change your mind. You don't have to do this alone" Rick had some idea of what Daryl was going through.

Rick left and Daryl went to go lie beside her – terrified to think what would have happened if they'd been just a few seconds later. She should have been safe in that kitchen.

"Daryl?" she stirred.

"I'm here" he put his arms around her as he crawled in next to her, careful to avoid her stitches.

"Thank you…for coming…before he ….you know…. " she needed to tell him he'd got there in time.

"He's never going to hurt you or anyone else ever" he growled, regretting he hadn't got to kill the man with his bear hands.

"Is he dead?" she needed to know; knowing she would never feel safe while he was still there.

"Yeah Rick took care of it" he felt her relax at the news.

"Yer gettin' to be real high maintenance ya know" he tried to lighten the mood.

"Are you complaining? You looking for an easier model already?" a drugged smile accompanied her attempt at response.

"Nah – I ain't complainin' – a little less excitement fer a coupla days would be alright though" he hugged her to him, let her know he was teasing.

"I'm not boring", She barely replied as she snuggled up closer into his arms; felt herself fading again.

"I love you" Lylah barely got the words out before she fell asleep again..

She never heard him whisper "and I luv ya" as he stroked her back while she slept.

As light streamed through the cell block, she awoke with his arms around her. She went to move and curl into him as a sharp pain shot through her stomach. "Ahhhh Shite" she groaned as memories of what happened slowly made their way to her consciousness.

"Hey, hey – don't move" Daryl tried to still her by wrapping his arms more tightly around her.

But she needed to move – she was stiffening up. "You can't be comfortable like that" she noticed how he was propped up against the wall. "You couldn't have got any sleep like that" she accused as she rubbed his hand.

"I watched you sleep… needed to stay awake to gave you yer pills last night" he didn't want to explain that he'd wanted to watch her, needed to be sure she was OK.

"You need to take 'em again" Daryl slowly got up, trying not to jar her. He brought them to her with a glass of water. When he was satisfied she'd taken them, he came back to their bed.

"They make me feel loopy" she confessed to him as he held her.

She would have loved to stay like that forever, but some things couldn't be ignored. Her bladder was full and she needed to get to the bathroom.

"Daryl, would you ask Carol or Lori to come here?" she asked, not wanting to ask Daryl for this – it never occurred to her that Daryl would be hurt by this request.

"Whatever you need. I'll do it" he insisted.

"Umm, Daryl. I need to pee ok?" she admitted as her face flushed with heat. "This is embarrassing enough for me, please ask Carol" she begged.

"Come on" he scooped her up in his arms and took her down the hall to the communal bathroom, admitting he loved seeing how embarrassed she became over this..

"Daryl No!" she insisted as she buried her face in his neck, utterly humiliated – but he just ignored her.

He brought her to the toilet and gently set her down.

"Daryl – you've got to go - Now!" he was grinning at her now. "You better wipe that smirk off your face – this is not funny" but that just made him smile more.

"I can't pee with you here ok?" she pleaded to him. "Please leave me with some dignity?"

"OK, ya win. After the things we already done together, this is what embarrasses ya?" he shook his head at her, not understanding her thinking.

"It's a girl thing ok! Now go!" he finally agreed to give her some privacy.

"Don't try to get up by yerself – you call me when yer done" he warned. "If ya don't, I won't leave ya be next time"

He stood outside the room waiting for her call him to come get her. He thought about the situation and he was actually able to smile about it now; relieved she was doing so much better. He had carried his woman to the toilet so she could pee, intending to stand there while she did it. The weird thing was, he didn't want it to be any other way – didn't anyone else being the one to take care of her.

He loved how she needed him; loved the way she looked at him, even when she was irritated with him like just now. He leaned his head against the door, realizing how completely sunk he was. Before he'd have worried about being considered pussy-whipped, but now, he really didn't give a shit.

It had been more than a week since her stabbing. In light of Thomas' sneakin in to their part of the prison, they added additional locks and security to their side but Rick didn't think the other cons would be any trouble. Rick agreed to let everyone out except Merle. They were allowed to go back to their old cell block, once he was convinced Thomas acted alone.

Apparently Thomas kept the key on him; hiding it in body parts not originally designed for key storage. Axel, Dexter and Andrew were relieved to be let out of the cells. They seemed as shocked by the rest of them that Thomas did this. Either they were all exceptional actors and liars or they actually hadn't known. That just left Merle alone in the locked up section.

Lylah sat next to Daryl at breakfast, drinking instant coffee, using her imagination to pretend it was a vente latte. This was the first morning he'd let her come down for breakfast on her own and she realized how much she'd missed their company.

"So we check this area here" Rick pointed out on the floorplan. "We found the infirmary and tool crib this week Lylah, right here" Rick showed her where they were while Daryl frowned at Rick, not wanting Lylah to know about this yet.

"You're kidding me. I didn't know you found it. Why didn't you tell me" she asked Daryl.

"Cause I know what's coming' outta yer mouth next, and it is too soon" Daryl insisted.

"I'm fine" she assured Daryl "I wanna know what you found – I wanna see what we've got to work with" she pleaded to Rick, knowing Daryl wasn't going to say yes.

"Hershel, what do you think? Medically speaking?" Rick asked, not wanting to put Lylah in danger of hurting herself again.

"I took the stitches out day before yesterday. As long as she doesn't lift anything, or strain that side, should be fine. Don't overdo it, is all" Hershel looked warningly at Lylah.

She knew he didn't want her to go, but she worried there would never be a time when he would want her to go.

They left the discussion of whether Lylah would go or not for later, as they moved on; explaining what they'd found over the past week. Daryl watched as Lylah became visibly excited over the news. He could literally see the wheels turning in her head.

When they finished breakfast and the morning discussion, she pulled Daryl into 'their' storage closet, only this time she turned the light on to talk to him. She went to put her hands on his face, but he pulled away.

"Daryl, please?" she started. "I don't want to fight"

He spun around, and knocked everything off the shelf as he swung his fist. "Why the hell cain't ya be like Lori and Carol and Maggie. They just stay the fuck here? They don't insist on going out to uncleared areas with us" he accused.

She visible recoiled at his question. "Is that what you want? You want me to be like Lori, Carol or Maggie" the hurt of his comment washed over he.

"Ok then" she hung her head. "I won't go" she swallowed as the hurt continued.

He looked at her, realizing what he'd said had hurt her. How could she make him feel like this? She never raised her voice, all she did was agree with what he wanted. Why did he feel like such a dick?

"But tell me this, is there ever going to be a time when you'll say it's ok?" she needed to know. "In a week, two weeks, two months?"

"No, I don't suppose there is. I cain't honestly say I'm gonna feel any different then"

"So it's not that I can't go today, it's that I can't go ever?" He realized she was pointing out what an unreasonable ass he was being, but he was still having a hard time caring.

"Lylah, you don't understand. I just watched you almost bleed out on me – I can't do that again" he ran his hand through his hair, desperate to make her understand.

"I know – and I am so sorry. I do know what it's like to see someone you care about hurt" She reminded him she'd seen him shot by Andrea. "But I was stabbed here in the kitchen if you recall, right where you seem determined to keep me" she deftly pointed out.

"What are you, some kinda lawyer. Don't try to confuse me" he felt his resolve fading.

"Daryl, I'm sorry, but I'm not Lori, or Carol or Maggie. I will never be like them. I had hoped that was what you…. I don't know… liked about me?" she went on.

I don't know what to do with myself here all day. There's only so much laundry and cleaning I can do before I lose my mind" she moved in close to put her arms around him, desperate to assuage the hurt between them..

"Listen, if it's that important to you I told you, I'll stay here" and she rested her head against his chest as she wrapped her arms tight around him. She guessed this is what her mom meant about compromise in a relationship. "I'd rather do that than fight. I hate it when you're angry at me"

She sensed he was coming around as his arms wrapped tightly around her. She pulled herself back a little to say suggestively, "You know there's other things I'd rather do than fight". She brought her lips to his and then whispered in his ear "it's been over a week you know" she reminded him how long it had been since they'd been together. As if he needed any remindin'. What the hell was it about the supply closet.

He felt himself harden as he realized what she had in mind. He felt her tongue slide over his lips before coaxing him to open his mouth. He felt himself lose control in her kiss, before getting a grip. "Hey, hold on there" he grabbed her hands to keep them from roaming.

"Why?" she asked as she continued kissing his neck with little nips in between.

"Stop it, you know I cain't think when ya do that!" He tried to sound stern and serious.

"I know, that's why I do it" she whispered in his ear, which just turned him on that much more.

"No – not here in the closet again!" he insisted. "Not while yer still recovering – Christ ya almost died" he leaned his forehead against hers, needing her to understand.

"If you're going to make me stay here all day, you've gotta give a little too" she teased him.

"Jeezus, what am I going to do with you?" he knew he was lost, that she was always going to be able to do this to him.

"Whatever you want to do?" she kept up the inuendos.

"You win" he groaned, realizing it was hopeless. "You can come with us today. But you do what I say – no lifting, you stay behind us. Promise?"

"I promise. But does this mean you don't want to… you know later?" Lylah began to fear that he didn't want her..

"Stupid girl" he jerked her to him to kiss her, convince her he definitely wanted to later.

He swatted her on the ass as they left the closet, a contented look on her face as she turned to grin at him.

"Grab yer stuff and come on" he ordered.

She turned to him and squealed in delight. "Would you look at all this?" she twirled from shelf to shelf.

Daryl, Rick and T-Dogg stared at the truly strange display in front of them.

"Girl, this ain't Tiffany's or anything" T-Dogg felt compelled to point out.

"It's better" she pointed out. "Portable pumps, a pipe wrench" she picked up piece after piece, just imagining what they would be able to do. "Look a blow torch" she held it up like a child opening a favorite Christmas present.

Daryl just enjoyed looking at her, how happy she was over fricken' tools. He felt guilty again at his attempts to deprive her of this.

"Daryl, you stay here, help Lylah gather what she needs. We'll clear the rest of the floor. Then the whole floor will be secure and we can lock it down" Rick explained.

T-Dogg and Rick left, leaving them alone in the tool crib.

"Just tell me what ya need, and I'll put in the bag ok" Daryl didn't want her to lift any of the heavy tools and equipment. She nodded quickly, as she went from shelf to shelf.

They had loaded up a bag, not really speaking much while Lylah was so absorbed in selecting the items.

"Daryl?" she broached quietly.

"You know that thing you wanted to know, about….you know" she started.

"Yeah" was all Daryl could croak out as fear gripped him. For a brief second he anticipated she would tell him she was pregnant; and it was terrifying. He tried to think about how strong Rick had been in the exact same situation. He realized how much he'd been looking to Rick for guidance on how to be a good man. Would it be so terrible? Could they do it? Could he do it? All he knew was that he'd do whatever it took to take care of her and their baby.

"Well it's OK. You know, because I'm not… you know…. This past week. Well let's just say I was able to start taking the pills"

He felt like he'd been punched in the gut – couldn't breathe. He didn't know what to feel. He should be thrilled, ecstatic… Why was he having so much trouble feeling it.

"Oh… well, that's good….isn't it?" He went to her not sure quite how best to navigate this. He was so far out of his depth here, he felt the sweat drip down his neck.

"Yeah – I guess it is. To have a baby now? I mean, yea I wanted a baby. I'd love a baby" 'your baby ' but she didn't say the last part out loud. She was babbling. "But it would be irresponsible now?" she asked him to agree.

"Yea, it would" he numbly agreed, not sure what else to say.

'Then why do I feel so disappointed' she thought but never said it it out loud. .

"So, it's good" she simply said, not knowing what else to say. She leaned her head against his shoulder as he came up behind her and brought his arms around her. Why did they both feel so bad, about such good news.

Suddenly she felt Daryl jerked away from her. She turned in surprise to see a walker grab him from behind. Daryl tried to pull away, slip away from it, but it's grip was strong.

Lylah grabbed the pipe wrench over her head and bashed the walker in the head as hard as she could, knocking it off Daryl and onto the ground. Daryl was free and grabbed the pipe wrench from her and smashed it's brain in.

"Oh God, are you OK?" she begged him to tell her he was fine.

"I'm fine! Are you ok?" and then he saw holding her stomach, obviously in pain. "I knew it! I knew this was a bad fucking idea. I should never have let you talk me into this!" he yelled at her.

"Daryl, I just knocked the hell out of that thing" she felt compelled to point out. Then as the pain in her stomach got worse, tears formed

"Daryl, please don't yell at me, not now". She became more aware of the pain and felt blood drip along her stomach.

"Christ what did you do? Are you ok?" his fear turned to anger and then turned to concern. She didn't want to let him know how bad it was. "I'm OK. Can we just take this stuff and head back?" not telling him how bad it was.

They made it back to the cell block after dropping off the supplies. She tried to avoid him so she could sneak off to see Hershel without him finding out.

"I'll be back in a bit" and she went off, pretending she was going to the shower.

Then he saw what she'd been hiding, as he caught a glimpse of the dark red pool of blood she'd been tryin' to hide.

"What the hell?" and he jerked her back "Why the hell didn't you say something" he ripped her shirt up to reveal the bleeding wound.

"Because of this" she accused. "I knew you'd just over-react …. and start yelling at me… and then we wouldn't …or rather you wouldn't …you know… tonight….and then….." she lost it and could no longer hold back the tears. She knew she shouldn't… knew how much he hated tears. She tried to wrest herself out of his arms….away so she could be alone until she could get it together.

But he wouldn't let her go. He wrapped her in a bear hug and refused to let her go as all the emotion, terror, and fear of the day racked through her. When she stopped crying, he scooped her up and carried her to Hershel's room.

"I told you to take it easy. What part of that did you not understand?" Hershel admonished them both. He gave her another shot of Fentanyl as he re-stitched up the damage. Fortunately it wasn't too bad.

After the heavy duty painkiller and Hershel's handiwork she felt much better. She went to walk back to their room on the 3rd floor.

"Just what the hell ya thank yer doing? Didn't we just go over this?" Daryl scolded.

"Yea, but I feel better now and I don't want to hurt you" He completely ignored her and lifted her in his arms and carried her back to their room.

Emboldened by the narcotics, she nuzzled his neck on the trip back, licking and nibbling his neck with complete abandon.

"Gerl, stop it….we need to get ya back… you've already made enough trouble" she nodded she wouldn't do that anymore, as she began running her hands under his shirt,.stroking his chest.

He let her down, felt her body draw against him, when he got them back to their room. She put her arms around his neck.

"Thank you…. For carrying me this whole way.. you didn't have to" she pressed gentle kisses against his neck before moving to his mouth.

He didn't want to stop her, but figured it was for the best. He grabbed her hands to pull them down, trap them in his so they couldn't make any more mischief.

"Baby, we can't! You need to heal" and he kissed her gently on the forehead, trying to settle everything..

But Lylah would have none of it. She didn't know if it was because it had been almost 10 days now into their platonic relationship but enough was a'freakin'nuff. She was running out of ideas.

"Daryl, you've got to stop this. I love you, but you've got to stop treating me like I'm made of glass." He stared at her like she'd grown a third head.. "It's just that… I enjoy what we do and… Daryl don't make me beg" and she buried her mouth against his, running her moist tongue against his.

Daryl faltered. This woman would drive a saint to sin. How was she always able to sneak past his defenses, even when they were for her own good.

"It's just….I don't want to hurt ya….I cain't stand to see ya hurt. You don't know what it does to me", he couldn't hold back any longer and he buried himself into her neck, his resolve melting by the second.

"Ohh, don't stop, I promise you, that doesn't hurt … it SO doesn't hurt" as she melted into his arms.

He felt himself harden, knew he couldn't resist her when she was this determined.

"Daryl, I need you…don't make me say it?", the heat in her eyes as she told him, made him burn, made it hard to even think.

"I've never been able to resist you, no matter how much I try" he finally gave up trying.

"Then, please stop trying," and she began nibbling his neck, running her hands up his back, as he finally released her hands.

"What are you doing?" she squealed as he suddenly lifted her in his arms again. "You are going to hurt yourself, you stubborn man" as he carried her to the bed to set her down.

He began to slowly take her clothes off. He started with her boots, kissing her insoles as her worked his way up. He unbuttoned her pants. She lifted her hips as he dragged her denim jeans down her legs and then threw them onto the floor. He kissed the backs of her knees as he lifted her leg, savoring every inch.

She reached for him, struggled to sit up and help him take his pants off, but he pushed her hands aside. She stared at him in confusion.

"Sshhhh…. Leave me be." Was all he said.

"But?" she protested.

"Shhhh" and he put a finger over her lips.

He took her top off and next with a flick took off her bra. He sat back a moment, just to take in her beauty, savoring her nakedness. It was so rare to be able to actually see her, he had to e njoy it..

"You are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen" he admitted to her.

"You are pretty hot yerself" she responded.

"Shut the hell up" and he kissed her. She wrapped her hands around his neck before whispering, "What, you can dish it out, but you can't take it" then she laved her tongue in his ear.

He had to stop her, had to get control. He grabbed her hands and pinned them to either side of her head..

"You will lie right there completely still, or I swear to you, I will leave and go take an ice cold shower" he threatened her.

She nodded her agreement, but not before adding, "Don't make me disconnect the cold water" she threatened back as she smiled wickedly at him, not sure what she was anticipating.

"Don't you move" he ordered her again as he began nibbling on her breasts. One hand fingered the sensitive nipple between his finger and thumb, while his tongue licked the other back and forth. He felt her squirm uncontrollably beneath him.

"I told you not to move" he warned as he continued his torment. He had both his hands on her nipples, playing them both like some musical instrument, loving how they rose and hardened in response.

"You've got to be kidding me. You can't do that and ask me to sit still, Dixon. That is cruel" she begged him for reprieve. But the storm in her eyes urged him on and he realized he was enjoying their sensual game.

He kissed her again, tangling with her tongue. She yelped in protest as he left her to move further down. He tortured her. He spent forever sucking and nipping on each breast before moving to her stomach.

He made sure to stay clear of her injury as he licked and kissed his way down. He circled his tongue in her belly button, causing her to scream his name and curl her legs up. But he pushed her thighs back with his hands as he reached his destination.

"Oh no, Daryl, don't! I don't… I've never done that, let anyone… I can't let you…."and then she let out a moan as his tongue licked her center as the exquisite experience ripped through her.

"Ohhh my god" she couldn't help herself as she responded to his warm tongue electrifying her. She ran her hands through his hair, not sure what else to do. He continued his exploration of her with his tongue as he settled between her thighs. He kept up the pressure and the rhythm, causing her to scream his name.

He slipped his finger in her, exploring the feel of her, the wetness as he continued with his tongue. He stroked her with his finger, rubbing the sensitive skin inside as he felt her come around his hand. He heard her scream out and it was the most exciting sensual thing he'd ever experienced. To be able to do this to her, with just his mouth….

He began moving his way up, his dick hard as the proverbial rock. He kissed her nipples again, which garnered a similar response as before. He tucked that away in his knowledge bank of what turned her on.

She tasted herself on his lips as he kissed her. It made her wet all over again just thinking about what he was able to do to her. She slithered her tongue around his.

"I swear to God Dixon, don't keep me waiting any longer" she threatened.

Needing him to stop being so gentle, she decided to roll over, looking at him from over her shoulder; smiling wickedly as she made sure he understood what she wanted. She lay on her stomach as he propped himself over her.

She raised her pelvis as she said "Dixon, I need you, please". He decided that he must have died this afternoon, and somehow the good lord had seen fit to send him to heaven, because there was no way this could be real.

He pulled her hips to him as he kneeled behind her. He adjusted her to the perfect angle and thrust into her silken warmth from behind, throwing his head back in pleasure. He had one hand on her hip, guiding the rhythm and another on her sensitive nub, urging her to meet him in climax.

He felt her begin to tighten around him, and she buried her face into to pillow. "Don't stop" she cried out as she lifted her pelvis more to meet him thrust for thrust as he entered her from behind. She quivered around him again as she screamed into the pillow, and her internal pulses pulled him with her. He collapsed on top of her, burying his face into her neck as she slowly slumped down in satisfaction.

After a long while, she rolled over to curl into his arms.

"What am I going to do with you?" was all he said.

"I'm pretty sure I already told you. Whatever you want" and she licked his wrist before kissing it.

"No, No you don't. You be still" he tried to sound firm, but failed miserably.

They lay together entwined in each others arms before either one spoke.

"Daryl, a part of me wanted it to be true… wanted to be pregnant." She lay her head on his chest as she admitted it.

His heart felt heavy as they both lay there, hating that things were the way they were; that a pregnancy wasn't something to be excited about but rather a death sentence. He leaned his head against hers as they were both lost in thought

"Maybe when we make it safe here.." his voice trailed off, wondering if they would ever be able to make it safe enough. "But I kinda like havin' yer attention all to myself– not sharin' ya" he tried to make her feel better.

"I love you so much…. I am hopelessly sunk" and she kissed him with all she had to give. He pulled her closer as she crawled back on top of him. She straddled him as his hands supported her waist. She kissed him hungrily as she felt his erection get harder.

So much for good intentions – as he realized he was the one who was hopelessly sunk.