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Chapter 25
~~~~~~~~~~Christmas Eve, a few hours before the party ~~~~~~~~~~~
"Mmmm . . . no . . ." He rumbled and reached out for her as she got out of bed. Because he was tired, he was to slow to catch her wrist to pull her back into the bed. "Got enough pies . . ." He slurred in his sleep, his eyes didn't even open. But she said that she needed to bake more and that she'd be back later. She would take Noah so he could get more sleep. He grumbled, but didn't remember much after that. It only seemed like minutes later that he awoke, and saw that hours had passed.
He opened one eye and stared at the alarm clock. The red neon showed that it was 1:37 in the afternoon. Mads left at six am. He grumbled and pushed himself up. He rubbed the heels of his hands hard into his eyes. He needed to wake up. God, when was the last time time that he slept in this damn long? He took a deep breath and pushed himself off the bed and did what he needed to do.
A little before two he was striding across the lawn that separated their place and the Greene's and pulled open the door. Since he worked there for months now, and how well he gotten used to the Greene's and they to him, he didn't bother knocking and slipped inside. He didn't hear anything, except for something in the kitchen. He wondered about Noah and then realized he was probably down for a nap. His boots hardly made any noise as he went down the hallway to enter the kitchen.
Once there, he stopped at what he saw. Mads was wearing a simple button up dark green dress that stopped just above her knees. The color looked great on her, showed how creamy her skin was. She was on her tip toes, her feet bare, her long legs stretched taut as she reached for whatever she was reaching. His pale eyes that were tired, was now darkening with need quickly as they greedily slipped up her body. The dress showed off her hips and seemed to hug her breasts and waist beautifully. He swallowed the thickness that seemed to form in his throat as his body ached as it grew taut with desire. Her hair was up in a messy bun, but a few strands had managed to escape to frame her beautiful face of hers. Her teeth nibbled on her soft pink delicious lips as she finally grabbed what she needed. She turned away, not even noticing him yet.
His feet silent, he slipped up behind her as her floured covered hands worked over the hand made dough for the last pie. There was hardly a inch in between there bodies when he stopped. His hand reached up to trail a finger down along her nape, his mouth following eagerly after it. "Hello beautiful . . ." He rumbled out, his hands now gently gripping her hips now.
It was the last one to make, and it would be her best flavor of creation. The peach cobbler pie. It was the pie that the whole household was waiting on their tip toes for, besides all the great eats that Annette, Maggie, and Beth; Madison was also apart of the trio but she was in charge of the desserts since it seemed that the young redhead was pretty talented with them. The grand dining room already had a small plastic table set up with a wide array of cookies, and cupcakes she had made between pie baking; thank gosh for the Green's three stoves as well as the beautiful old brick stove in their mud room. It was suprising, Madison was able to make as much as she did and the three fresh pies sitting to cool on the racks behind her since six that morning, it also didn't included some of the cold chocolate and peanut butter pie that was sitting in their fridge for later that she made the day before. It was also a wonder how she was able to do it while sharing a kitchen with the other girls and juggling to care for Noah at the same time.
So when afternoon rolled around it was safe to say . . . Madison Jenner was wearing out fast. But she couldn't rest till she was finished, and she was oh so close.
A light gasp fell from her lips with her heavy blues rolling as his hands took claim onto her hips, leaving her with a strong chill before a warm mouth would press into the back of her neck. "Daryl . . ." She whispered, arching her neck to the left, trying to lean her body away from him. "I'm covered in flour and all kinds of stuff . . . Plus we're in the Greene's kitchen." She whispered lowly, narrowing her eyes together as she would kneed the dough out before grabbing the pin, which forced her to bend her behind against his groin. "Please babyyy . . ." She pleaded lightly, poking her lip out in an pout.
He growled out softly when she pulled away from him. His hands stilled her when she pressed her backside into his hardness. "Like I care . . ." He rumbled out. His answer to both her . . . reasons. He remembered what she said when they made love in the bath tub and grinned. His one hand left her hip, to tangle in the mass of her messy hair bun and pulled her head to the side, only to bite her neck gently, then bit her harder. His other hand only pulling her harder back into his manhood. "I need ya now Wren . . ." He growled out when he finally pulled away.
His hand that rested on her hip snaked its way to her front, slipping in between a button hole of the dress. He found her panties hot and slick to his touch as he gently pressed against her hidden nub.
Her eyes closed while licking over her lower lip as she got a hard feel of that throbbing want and twitching feeling of need. Damn him! "But I care, cause I feel sticky and gross." Even if that sticky feeling was an starting cause . . . From him. "I also care on the fact that we'll get fucking caught as I am far from damn quiet and you sound like a growling animal. Don't feel like having the wrath of Hershel Greene come down on us before Christmas." Madison felt her heart rushing away inside of her chest as his hand snaked up into her dress making her swallow down a groan, his hands felt so warm and rough against her skin.
Couldn't help the fact that the whole kitchen smelled like peaches, a scent that already made her feel wanting and just as needy. Oh she really pushed herself in the corner with this one. "Come on Daryl . . . " She shivered with her hand clamping against his wrist, trying to pull him away from the warm slick of her channel. "Just . . . Just let me get this in the oven please."
"Maybe sticky . . . but far from gross . . ." He rumbled against her ear then nipped it. "I can make ya be quiet . . ." He tried to persuade her as his fingers slid past the waist band of her panties and they slid inside her slick folds. "So fucken hot and wet already for me . . ." He rumbled, his hand not going any where as she tried to pull it away. "What if I wanna taste?" His voice was low and husky with want as he pushed his fingers inside her slick channel, pumping them in and out quickly.
Madison squirmed with that soft smile and light giggle as his teeth grazed her ear, but with a free flour covered hand, Madison's palm met his cheek, trying to push him away from her sensitive flesh. "I think you should learn by know that you can't keep me quiet, Daryl. It's impossible when it involves you and me, with sex. Even more so, when you get possessive and needy in this manner." With her other hand she was starting to make little dents along the pie's soft dough crust, helping it look prettier on the edges. But as his fingers found the way into her wet core Madison jerked with a heavy gasp, making her finger break into the crust of the pie.
That only caused the flustered red head to see the color red.
As fast as his finger would pump between her folds Madison pulled his hand free of her panties as well as her dress so that she could come face to face with him. Eyes narrowed in an heavy glare. "God damn it Daryl Elliot Dixon! This isn't the type of cream I want to be adding to my fucking pie!" She growled a little loudly, though her cheeks was flushed up with the want of him as well as her chest heaving a little bit. But her eyes gave off the real signal, the clouded daze look of pure lust and want. Her flour covered hands gripped into the front of his shirt, having the idea to push him off her but they had the idea to pull him closer to her. Reaching behind her now, Madison quickly knocked some of the stuff away, making the rolling pin as well as a few empty pie tins and cans fell to the floor, not forgetting to get her creation in the making, out of the way. She inched up on her toes trying to lift herself up onto the counter yanking him closer. "But god damn it . . . I need it now!" She whimpered out.
His eyes widened from her outburst, not expecting this. His heart pounded, wondering if he went to far. Damn it, maybe he had to chose his battles. But damn did she look fucken good . . . His eyes then picked up how wild and needy her eyes looked and his whole body clenched and hardened at once. With just that look, he was hers. She was his. His hands immediately gripped her hips and pushed her ass on the counter top, then knocked whatever else was still in the way, his mouth eagerly seeking hers before she could even finish that whimper of hers. His mouth was hard and demanding as he kissed her roughly. His hands moved up to yank open her dress top to reveal the creamy mounds of her breasts. He groaned and pulled quickly away from her mouth only to cover one hardening nipple, suckling and nibbling. They both hardened further into dusky rose pebbles. "Fuck Wren . . ." He rumbled against her flesh and dropped lower to push her dress up, his hands sliding against her upper thighs, disappearing underneath the dress, only to pull back with her panties in tow. His mouth briefly dropped down to rake his tongue and teeth across her wet folds, only making her even more wetter. "Fuckin' perfect . . ." He rumbled and rose up quickly, her taste in his mouth as he yanked open his pants to reveal his hard cock.
The feeling of her heart beating away, rushed into her ears as her feet swiftly lost the feeling of the floor and her ass feeling the cool counter below, though her main focus was centered on the hot overly demanding lips pressing into hers, drawing the smallest of moans and groans from her already. "Daryl . . ." She growled as he yanked her dress open, hearing a few of her buttons pin across the damn kitchen, making her own fingers clutch against his chest hard, raking her nails gently along his hard body, only getting rougher as the pebbles of her nipples grew under his spell. Madison tugged at the bottom of his shirt as his skilled mouth waved lower, wiggling her hips to help herself out of them pesky panties, only to have her covered with the hot of his mouth, and tongue slipping between her wanton folds. "Daryl noo . . ." She whined, already feeling so close to that edge, drawing a hand into his hair, tugging on it back to her. Smirking as he stood up, Madison yanked his lips back into hers, shivering at the faint taste of herself against his tongue.
Just as he met her lips with his own in a deep hot passionate kiss, that he plunged his cock deep inside her sheath. He groaned into their kiss as he felt her pussy clamp around him. Enjoying her for a split second, wrapped round him like a glove, that he moved. He moved swiftly, his hands smoothing over her ass so she was pressed closer to him as he went deeper inside her.
Madison's arms placed under his own to allow her hands to rest on the back of his shoulders, quickly sinking deep into the dark cloth of his shirt, trying to cling hold of that warm flesh below. It felt so different . . . So filling . . . So rushing as her heart was speeding up in time. Knowing that any moment the two of them could be found enjoying this overly blissful moment together, or him causing enough of a rise from her to get her squirming and yelping his name; like normal. Legs quickly gripped around him as her lips pulled from his own, burying it down into the side of his neck. Kissing and biting into the pulsing area.
Knowing that they could be caught at any moment, led Daryl to go even faster. His heart beat hard knowing that fact and how good it felt. He growled softly, trying to be as quiet as possible, his fingers tightening against her ass as he buried himself over and over again. He groaned at her hot kisses, his body throbbing hard at the bites. "Fuck Wren . . . Ain't gonna last long . . ." The fact they hadn't made love since the night he brought the tree home wasn't helping, let alone the rush of getting caught and the hot amazing pleasure of their union. "Fuck . . ." He buried his mouth against her own neck, trying not to cum just yet. Wanting to wait out for her. But he couldn't wait. "Cum for me . . ." He growled out lowly just as he buried himself inside her one last time, locking himself to her as he emptied himself deep, his hand covering her mouth quickly so she couldn't scream to loud, his own mouth biting into the side of her neck.
Muffled moans struggled against his skin as his thrusts would just quicken and bury himself into her harder, leverage of her held against him only taking them deeper then they have before. He was able to some how work her head back from his neck turning her muffled sounds into small little echos in the room; thankfully not leaving the kitchen much as his mouth clamped on her neck, making her grip into his shoulders much harder. Daryl asked and Madison gave as she tensed up, wrapping herself around him tight as she could while her insides clung to him with a great grip. The start of her mouthy moan reached the hallway before his hand clamped down hard.
He felt her clench around him and groaned, his cock jerking. Breathing hard, he shuddered against her, leaning into her heavily as he regained his breath. "Fuck Mads . . ." He rumbled. He slowly pulled away from her, kissing her softly.
Fingers relaxed against his shoulders, allowing the right to slide around to his chest while her left arm loosely hung around his shoulders, keeping him close to her. Her breathing was just as labored and rushed with his own with the feeling of her heart still rushing in her ears, making her skin stay the soft pinkish red. As he went to pull from her Madison's hands gripped into the front of her shirt, "No . . ." She whimpered softly, "Don't move yet." Her blues eyes bore into his own dark set, Madison didn't want that feeling to go away . . . Not yet.
The kiss was still passionate, but it wasn't as heated as it was before, now that they got their desires satisfied. His hands were tenderly cupping her face as he kissed her. He was so engrossed with their kiss, that Daryl didn't hear the soft footfalls in the hallway. But he did hear the "Oh!" Of surprise. Daryl tensed, his cheeks already flushing with embarrassment from being caught. He took a deep breath as he pulled away. "We got company . . ." He whispered to her softly, and discreetly flipped the top of her dress closed and him tucked away. So now that it looked like they were just now getting carried away with making out. Rather than finishing up of making love.
Daryl pecked her lips and turned around, only to face a Asian guy. His brows furrowed in confusion, but Maggie came up behind him to look inside. Her brows rose, a smile breaking over her face, as she tried not to laugh. "Get to carried away Dixon?" She asked with a small laugh.
But what felt like the endless sea of making out and holding each other close, ended as the foot falls outside the room stopped, and a voice entered Madison's ears. Which sent her into a mode of hiding against Daryl, even if he straightened himself out and fixed her dress for her; which she calmly started to button while using his body to block her view of the two in the room. She could only fear what could happen now and had her face blushed up in embarrassment and dread.
"Uh . . . Daryl this is Glen. Maggie's boyfriend . . . She met him at college." Madison stated quietly, slipping down from the counter, fixing the crinkles in the front of her dress down. "I . . . I have a pie to make." She whispered quickly, leaning down to clean up the mess she made across the kitchen floor, utterly hating the fact she was covered in fucking flour, worse than before Daryl just had to come stirring up trouble.
"Yeah . . . Looks like someone got a little carried away with snacking on a sweet treat." Maggie commented as she was walking their way to grab something from the pantry, casually poking at the growing deep red mark on Madison's neck. Thankfully Noah's soft crying could be picked up, making Madison jump up on her feet. "Oh look . . . The baby is awake." She yelped, quickly dashing outta the room.
Daryl nodded to Glenn, who was flushing probably just as bad as Mads was. Glen nodded back and pointed to Daryl's lower half. He glanced down and saw that he still needed to button and buckle up. Daryl blushing harder than before, turned slightly to fix said problem when Maggie was poking fun at Mads. He looked over to Mads when she suddenly shot up and went to tend to the baby. Smiling with embarrassment, he turned back to the both of them.
"Sorry ya had to see that . . ." He rumbled and raked his hand through his hair, which made Maggie bark some laughter as flour rose up from his hair. He frowned at this and looked up at the now swirling flour particles twisting and dancing in the air. He sighed and began to tousle his hair to get it out. Once he thought he had it out, he looked down at his dark shirt, seeing two hand prints that had gripped him there a while ago.
"Definitely carried away . . ." Maggie giggled out as she grabbed some berries to munch on.
Daryl rolled his eyes and tried to pat the flour away. "Yeah yeah yeah . . ." When he did the best he could do, he began to clean up the mess they made on the floor, so she wouldn't have to do it when she came back in to finish up the last pie.
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Christmas Eve, and she was gonna spend it with Eddie rather than with her family. It made her excited and . . . well nervous. Brena took a deep breath, a new scary thought crossing her mind. The Greene's Christmas party, and she was Eddie's date. A moment of panic filled her. "What the hell am I supposed to wear?" Her stomach flopped at the thought. "Fuckkkk!" She growled out. She had all kinds of things she could wear, but damn it, she didn't know what would be best. She didn't wanna go to casual or to formal.
Biting her lip, she pulled her cell out of her pocket and called him. When he picked up, she didn't bother with pleasantries. "Eddie . . . what should I wear to the party?" She wanted to look good, but she didn't wanna look . . . ridiculous either.
Edwin casually raked his fingers into his hair a few times causing the wet locks to stick up in all different directions while having his other hold the towel against his hips as he waltzed into his bedroom, kicking the door shut just as his cell started to ring wildly. Grabbing up the device he cradled it between his ear and shoulder to hear the panicked Brena on the other side. Eddie chewed on the inside of his lip, chuckling lightly. "Well . . . Just wear what makes you feel comfortable. I'm just doing jeans with a button down." He shrugged a bit, looking at the clothes he picked out for himself as he sat on his bed. "It's just a family dinner Kitten . . . Nothing fancy."
"That's a big help . . ." She said a little dryly, but was somewhat reassured. Hell, when she heard his voice, let alone her nickname from him is what calmed her. God she was pathetic. She took a deep breath and murmured, "I think I can find something . . . Now are you picking me up, or should I ride over?" She asked curiously, her mind began to think of what to wear, thinking of the possibilities of outfits.
"Now . . . What kind of gentlemen would I be if I let my date come to me?" He questioned her with a smile. "I'll be picking you up and taking you with me. You'll also have me for the whole night as well, since there is no way I am hanging at my parents house on Christmas." He stated, stretching his arms a bit. "How long til your ready?"
At that comment, her cheeks flushed and her heart beat a little faster. She couldn't help it, along with the big smile that crossed her features. "Can't wait then!" She smirked and then answered his question, "Umm . . . half an hour?" She wondered if she'd be ready and knew she probably could. She nodded. If not, he could wait a few minutes so she could finish.
"That's fine . . . Gives me time to pack all that crap I had to buy into the truck. Oh hey, so I don't wanna leave Collie-Dog here all by herself tonight, your place cool with dogs?" He asked, glancing towards the little fur ball sitting under his desk in the corner. "She's been really . . . Clingy with me since my sister left."
She laughed softly at this. "Take your time . . . and yeah. Collie dog is welcome here." She said with grin. She always liked animals. "But I'm gonna get ready sexy . . . So see ya in a half hour!" She said with a giggle.
~~~~Party Time!~~~~
The party that night was met with a nice cool evening as well as giving them a soft fresh snowfall. The Greene Household was full of different types of people. It had a mixture of friends and of course a full on slot of different families; The Greenes, The Dixons, and The Jenners all under one roof. Bringing together good people to spend a joyous night with.
Against the odds of that afternoon, Madison was able to relax and let loose as she sat on the piano bench in-between Maggie and Beth, of course Jimmy wasn't to far behind them as he was lent on the piano itself next to Beth. Hershel was sitting at the head of his large table in a group of his closest friends and colleges in the Vet practice, talking about random happenings that went on in the year, and the year ahead of them. Eddie and Brena was standing in the corner, closest to the fire place, talking quietly with each other while Annette was busy getting the rest of the food placed out onto the table with Patricia and Otis' help. Of course . . . The Dixon boys had to be goofing off like the Dixon men they was, after all the two of them was getting their hands on some good beer and drinks for the night. Thankfully the youngest Dixon was happily relaxing in Madison's lap, watching with wide eyes as the three girls took turns playing random notes in some cheerful Christmas tunes.
"I've seen better parties than this lil' brother . . . but it's better than nothing . . ." Merle turned to his brother as he took a good long swallow of his beer.
"Definitely beats doing nothing . . ." Daryl commented but couldn't really think of anywhere else he would want to be.
Merle looked him up and down and smirked. "Ya don't look that bad brother! You almost look like a homo!" He cackled at this. Daryl didn't comment and took his own swallow of his drink. "So I heard that something happened in the kitchen earlier with you and Red . . ." He grinned at him. "Get to frisky did we?" He cackled. "I really didn't think you were the possessive type either brutha!" He cackled as he referenced the accidental hickey that Daryl left on her lower neck.
Daryl sighed, knowing he would get some jabs from his brother about it. "I thought ya was bringin' someone?" He asked him, curious and wanting to change the subject.
"Yeah . . ." He took another drink and looked down at his watch. "She said she was gonna be late. In fact, she should be gettin' here shortly." He smiled wickedly and moved closer to the piano and the window, so he could look out it to see if she was here. "Should be here soon . . ." He commented.
Madison's eyes narrowed a bit, glancing towards the men for a moment eyes lingering on Merle. "If . . . Which shouldn't be in this sentence . . . If Daryl was a 'homo' as you explain it, he would still be getting more, and better tail than you are . . . Merle." She retorted with a grin, secretly tickling her fingers at Noah's side to get him to giggle out a loud squeal, making it seem like he agreed with her. Madison and Maggie was both giggling about it together while Beth just held a goofy smile.
"I can't wait to see this date of yours Merle . . . Where did you find her? Waffle house?" The redhead gave a small nudge to Maggie so that she could stand up holding the baby cradled in one arm while grabbing for her cup with the free hand so that she could move over to stand next to Daryl. "And on the scale from one to ten, how natural is she?"
Merle straightened, his eyes narrowing at the jabs. He certainly didn't like to be insulted in front of others. If it was just him and his brother, he hardly gave a fuck. But in a room full of people like this . . . It was the classic, I got to be the biggest badass here type thing. "I only said that, cause he looked good sweet heart . . . nothing to mean . . . And like you give a damn where she came from?" He chuckled softly. "You're just jealous that you ain't with me, aren't ya sugar tits?" He sneered. He then looked out the window and didn't see her. Was starting to piss him off. She probably flaked, the bitch. "Hell, pretty boy over there even got to bring his plus one!" He twitched his head to Eddie. "He didn't do to bad himself anyway." Merle smirked and looked Brena over.
While Madison started to pipe into the jabs at Merle, Eddie stretched his arms with a loud yawn, quickly chasing it down with a long swig of beer. "You having a good time?" He smiled at Brena as he glanced from his boot covered feet up to her.
She caught the exchange and shook her head. "In your dreams Merle . . ." She laughed softly turned to Eddie with a smile. "I am . . ." She took his hand in hers and squeezed. She decided to wear black slacks with a red velvet sleeveless turtleneck. Her hair was down and waved down around her face, framing it beautifully.
"Always in my dreams honey . . ." Merle commented with a grin, but Brena didn't give him her time and ignored him.
Madison giggled a little bit taking a sip of her drink. "You'll be surprised that I do care, honey. You're family to Daryl, which makes you my family too. Honestly." She held a hand up in defense if he would think other wise. "I swear by it too." She sucked in a breath of air with a small tisk noise. "And sorry . . . Rather have the young bull here." She commented with a half smile and tilted head as she patted Daryl's shoulder; thankfully the conversation was fallen to the ears of the young people in the room and not the elder sitting at the head of the table.
Madison made a half frown looking down at Noah for an moment before looking at Daryl. "Take him a moment." She said softly, shifting Noah into his arms once he was open for him before walking over to Merle. "Come on . . . I guess I can spoil all the Dixon's tonight." She smiled, sitting her cup down onto the piano, holding her hand out. "As long as you don't step on my toes . . . We'll have a problem if you do that."
Eddie chuckled softly at the banter between Merle and the girls in the room. Eddie still didn't feel as comfortable with him around his sister . . . But it seemed like Mads did give him a run for his money. "That's really good, I was hoping you would, so I could keep having a date for these things." Eddie shifted on his feet a bit to lean on the wall more, nervously drawing his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him. "Besides. You fit in with this crowd so greatly."
"As long as ya don't cheat and treat me good . . . You'll have me for as long as ya want big boy . . ." She smiled seductively at him, wrapping her one arm around his neck to pull him closer to her. She leaned in and gave him a soft tentative kiss.
His brow rose at that, not expecting Mads to be . . . kind after what he just said to her. Damn this woman was good for them both. "Damn honey . . . You're to good for the both of us." He grinned as his brother took Noah, the baby gurgling happily. "Ain't that bad of a dancer . . . it's just swaying anyway." He smirked, taking her hand and pulled her somewhat close for the dance, his other hand on her lower back. He may be perv and a asshole. But he respected Mads and his brother. He may hit on her from time to time, but it was all in good jest, never serious. When he realized she could handle his ass and his brother's, that he backed off the serious hurtful shit.
Eddie popped a goofy grin on his lips, feeling her arm moving around his neck, and well maybe feeling the light effects of one to many beers in his system. But honestly Brena made him feel a lot lighter and happier recently, helping him forget some of the shit that was going on around him. He fully kissed her back, but pulled away after a short few minutes, since he was under the eyes of both Daryl and Merle with her now. "Can't make no promises, but I'll try my hardest to be good to you. Honestly." He said softly, kissing the side of her head lightly.
Her heart seemed to beat hard at his words and warmed instantly. "Good . . ." Then leaned in to press against his ear to nip gently. "Cause I can be your greatest dream and wish . . . But if you fuck me over Eddie . . . I can be your worst nightmare . . . Daryl and Merle will only be pricks compared to me." She swallowed. She knew from how she acted around him that she had already fallen for him. And she was giving him the chance to keep her heart safe. She couldn't do another horrible break up. She would hurt him just as bad and more if he hurt her. "But all seriousness aside . . ." She smiled nervously, hoping she just didn't scare him away, "I . . ." She bit her lip. "I really like you Eddie . . . Don't fuck this up . . . This a good thing we have." She pulled him in for a sweet kiss.
From what she said, Eddie swallowed. Brena was an amazing girl . . . No. She was a woman, and he was starting to realize that. She knew what she wanted, and for some damn reason, she was keeping him around. She had wanted him and he felt honored and humbled for this. He nodded, even though he was kind of scared for their unpredictable relationship and future together. "I really like ya too Brena . . . I'll try as fuck, not to fuck this up . . . Cause you are beyond good to me, and I need that in my life." And with that, he kissed her back, his heart racing in his chest as he cupped her cheek.
Madison smiled a soft bit, following along with Merle's lead keeping a soft smile on her lips. "Ya better start being nice to me Merle. I might be the only lady in your life. That currently, enjoys your company. Plus I'm also like, ya know . . . Your boss." She teased, poking her tongue out for a moment before retorting to lifting on her toes and pecking her lips against his cheek. "That chick don't know what she is missing out on, I know that for sure. Her loss." Madison was truthful with that statement, because she knew that deep down inside of the billy badass that Merle tried to be, was a pure heart of gold, at least held a heart of gold for those closest to him. Plus all that he has done for Daryl recently, and just a few nights ago, herself . . . Madison really owed Merle a lot. If it wasn't for him, Daryl could have gone to jail . . . Or worse.
Soon enough the last few plates was sat around the spots of the table with all of the home cooked food just waiting for them to dig into. Annette brushed her hands together with a proud smile. "Alright everyone . . . Come pick your seats and we can eat!" That caused Madison to part from Merle to step over to Daryl again, plucking her cup up from the piano while offering her arm out to take a hold of Noah once more. "Come on . . . I already have our seats saved." She grinned, nodding her head towards the three seats, one having a bouncer sitting on it for Noah. Eddie was even pulling Brena over to sit on the other-side so that they could be close to Madison and Daryl. Once everyone was seated, Hershel made sure everyone was quiet so he could do a quick prayer, besides the sound of Noah gurgling and cooing to himself. After his prayer, everyone started to pass around food and fill their plates up.
"Compared to anyone else darlin', I treat ya good. Let alone ya ain't my boss right now are ya?" He chuckled at this. He blinked, not expecting the kiss. He was actually speechless at her words, not knowing what to say. And that was how she left him. Blinking, he joined them and sat next to his brother, still mulling over her words.
Dinner went well over everyone as there was barely anything but small talk as they happily ate the well cooked food. The teasing banter between Madison and Merle didn't stop but that was surely a given, as well as got a good few chuckles from most at the table. And instead of hard digs at each other, it was much friendlier and light hearted. Once everyone had gotten their share of food, the woman of the room started to clear up the table and clean up some of the dishes so that Annette didn't have to do it all alone.
After the dinner, the small groups of people broke off again with the young adults heading into the living room, carrying their plates of their desserts of choice, which Merle got a whole freaking pie that Madison made him; for helping Daryl with the tree of course.
Maggie and Glen took a seat on the far end of the couch, while Merle sat on the rocker. Madison was the first one to enter the room, already sitting on the floor with her back against the couch with Noah sprawled out on the floor next to her, retorting to loud gibbering to feel included with everyone. The seat behind Madison was of course opened for Daryl. That left little seats open for Brena and Eddie, so the elder twin silently sat down into the arm chair before quickly tugging Brena down to use his lap as her seat.
"Hot damn this is good!" Merle rumbled as he rocked as he ate his cherry pie, topped with whipped cream. "Cherries and creme!" He chuckled at this, his grey blue eyes twinkling with pervy mirth as he shoveled more of the delicious pie in his mouth.
It was pretty quiet besides the sounds of forks clinging against the plates and the baby till Beth waltzed in, coming to sit with Madison on the floor. "You must have worked really hard on these this year Mads. Even after you cleaned up, Mom and I kept finding flour everywhere." That made Madison clip her fork into her pie hard, causing her to cough a little with a deep red face. "Uh yeah . . . I uhh . . . " She paused a moment, not wanting to look up from the floor, feeling like everyone was looking at her while hearing Maggie giggling under her breath. "One of the bags just busted open on me, and the flour flew everywhere."
Of course Daryl had three different types of pie on his plate. His favorite peanut butter cream (topped with Oreos of course), banana cream, and peach cobbler. He was digging into his when Beth chimed in about the clean up. He blushed softly and looked down at his son, hoping no one saw it. But of course his brother had, and Maggie didn't help his suspicions by giggling.
"Had to have a lil' taste didn't ya brutha?" He chuckled as he dug in some more. Then had to make it worse with a evil smirk. "She worked real hard huh?"
Eddie's fork clattered on his plate as he glared at Merle then at Daryl. "Come on man! I was enjoying this . . ."
Brena then spoke up as she had forked some blueberry a la mode in her mouth. "Oh shush . . . Enjoy my pie . . ." She teased with a grin, to Eddie, and taking a shot at Merle and saving the other couple. She then lent into him, kissing him so he could taste what her pie tasted like. The sweetness of her mouth mixed with blueberry pie and vanilla ice cream.
Merle grinned, his eye brows going up at this display of affection. "Damn . . . that's some pie there!" He cackled and shoveled more cherry pie in his maw.
Madison sunk down lower, feeling her face turning red permanently, even worse on the fact that her brother just had to be in the room. "Guys come on." She squeaked lowly when the giggling from Maggie and Merle got worse, and poor Glenn was as red as the other two, since he had to be the one to walk in on them first. Leaning up a bit, Madison sat her plate down onto the coffee table quickly, downing the last bit of jack and coke in her cup before standing on her feet. "Oh look . . . I need more to drink." She whispered to herself, shuffling out of the room just as Brena was taking away their heat, Madison couldn't go back into that room till her face was normal again.
The conversation of choice had Eddie shifting in his seat in the worst uncomfortable manner ever, and poor Brena had to be seated in the shifting and squirms. His hand gripped at her hip as the taste of sweet tart blueberries mixed over with the tangy warmth of cinnamon from his own apple pie, the kiss itself causing a groan to rumble in his throat. But Eddie pulled away shaking his head. "I need bleach for my brain please . . ." He chuckled as he just couldn't shake the mental image of what could have happened with his dear sister earlier that day. Eddie pecked Brena's nose before going back to digging into his pie.
Pulling in a deep breath, Madison shuffled back into the room with a quite full glass to drink as well as holding another beer out towards Daryl before plopping back to sit on the floor again. "Never again." She mumbled shaking her head. "Never again."
Daryl just endured the banter, knowing it would blow over soon. And thanks to Brena, sooner than he hoped. But now he had to think about talking to Eddie. He sighed. One thing after another. But hey, it was Christmas. All fun and games, right? He shook his head and looked up as Mads rejoined him. His hand reached out after he set the beer aside for the moment and rubbed her shoulder, the hickey very evident on her neck above his hand. "Go easy hun . . . Even though we only live a yard away, ya don't need to get drunk . . ." He rumbled close to her ear. "Never say never . . ." He grinned at this and kissed her temple.
She nodded a bit licking over her lips. "I don't want to be drunk, just soda this time." She smiled, shaking her cup slightly, making the ice in it clunk together before she sat it onto the table a few spaces in front of her so that she could take the plate again. Her eyes lingered over towards Edwin and Brena together, watching at how close they already seemed to be. "I don't gotta be worried about it right? I like Brena a lot, she is a really good friend to me Daryl. But that's my brother you know? And my brother always seems to . . . Draw himself to women he shouldn't, not that I am saying Brena is like his past flings at all. But . . . I really never seen him like this, nor have I seen him bring a girl to a function like this." Madison paused, tilting her head back to look at Daryl, biting on her lip more. "You okay with it?" She asked, reaching for his hand on her shoulder giving it a little squeeze.
Brena giggled softly at his squirms, delighted by this. Knowing she caused it. She wiggled her butt to get more comfortable in his lap, only doing it to make him squirm some more. Her sea blue green eyes gleamed with amusement as she looked at him, seduction laid in her lips as she pulled the fork away slowly. When she swallowed her bite of pie and ice cream, she leaned into to whisper in his ear. "I got a present for you back at my place . . . Can't wait to give it to you . . ." She murmured with a smirk.
"Mmm . . . Do ya now? What could it be?" He questioned while pulling the bottle to his lips, taking a slow swig of it, hoping to draw his mind to other places then in his jeans. But only she would try to get a rise out of him more and only get him to squirm again.
She grinned, feeling something grow hard at the side of her thigh. Damn, she was a tease, but damn it, she loved it. "Not telling . . . But I will tell you, you'll really like it . . ." She grinned, not wanting to reveal to much. "And look . . . I'm bleach to your mind . . ." She chuckled softly and polished off the last of her pie.
"Good . . ." Daryl murmured and took a swig of his beer, already feeling nice and buzzed. He looked up to look at them. "Brena's a good girl. She's definitely not like the girls that Eddie used to hang with. She's very loyal . . . Like fiercely so, and protective as hell. With her heart and the people she cares about. But she also has her secrets." He murmured, and watched them for a minute. "I think they're good for each other. And from what Brena has told me . . . They're going slow. On Eddie's terms, and she very much approves. Even though, she has said, almost at a snail's pace." He grinned. "Let's just hope he don't fuck this up . . . Cause she's scary when she's angry, or even deceived." He remarked with a face. He'd only seen her angry once. It was one thing to be upset or mad with someone, but she was very hard to piss off. But once she was . . . she was terrifying.
Madison nodded a little bit, finishing off her dessert. "Well . . . Wait till you see me around his ex." Madison glared into the ceiling hard at the thought of that woman. "Brena will have to put her into her place, cause she has moments when she wants to claim Edwin still. Them about to have a baby together don't help in the slightest either. But I agree. Eddie needs her, even if their relationship wouldn't pan out, I hope at least a friendship sticks together with them. He isn't acting like a dumb ass for once." She laughed, drawing his hand close to her lips, kissing along his knuckles a little bit.
A short two hours later, the party came to a end at 11 o'clock that night. An hour before that, they did a small gift exchange for everyone with small objects. Madison getting random new pieces of clothes or jewelry from people; Daryl got stuff he could use for hunting as well as a pretty awesome knife from his brother that he could carry around for working in the barn. Eddie got Daryl a guitar, like he planned, and bought his sister a basket of different books for herself, while Madison bought Edwin a new leather jacket. Thankfully Madison got something for Brena as well, which was a basket of different kinds of goodies from new books to some great smelling soaps for a soak in the bath. It felt lame to Madison to gift her, plus by the time she got done buying tons of gifts for Noah and Daryl, she had little to spend on the rest of her friends and family. But Brena really seemed to love it. Madison even got Merle a bottle of over aged whiskey and a new zippo lighter with his initials engraved on it. Noah was the one whom made out with a load of toys and new clothes for him to be set till at least next fall.
Madison gave her brother a heavy hug near the door, feeling kinda upset knowing that he was leaving. They had never spent this holiday apart before and it felt so odd. She was at the point to where she felt tears coming but swallowed them down as she let her twin go to give Brena a hug. "Make sure he don't act like an idiot on the way home . . . He becomes a NASCAR driver when it snows." She chuckled a bit as she stepped back. "And text me when you guys are at her apartment so I don't worry to much." There was an bit more goodbyes before they packed up into Edwin's truck and headed back into town; Merle's beat up truck peeling out to go the other way, most likely to hole up in some strip bar for the night.
Brena returned the hug and smiled. "Don't worry . . . I'll make sure he won't act like a ass . . ." She laughed softly, as Eddie nodded and waved at his sister, wanting to get back to Brena's already. She kept hinting about his gift, which left him a nervous but very excited wreck. "I'll make sure he texts you . . ." She grinned, knowing he was eager. "Merry Christmas guys! Have a good night!" Brena called to them all as she followed Eddie in his truck.
Taking a deep breath Madison peered over at Daryl as he was getting Noah all bundled up in his seat for the walk over home. The baby was already yawning and drooping his eyes closed as it was way past his bed time. "Hey . . . Could you put him to bed for me when we get home?" She asked, grabbing her jacket from the hook. "I'll put the food away and all that junk."
Daryl couldn't help the smile on his face as he kept thinking about Merle's reaction to his gift. "Hot damn!" He exclaimed as he held the whiskey bottle. Grinning, he looked over as Mads nudged his arm with a small box that had the zippo. He opened it, his eyes widened. He looked up to him, "You better put a damn ring on her finger, other wise I'mma steal her away from ya!" He grinned as he eyed the zippo with awe.
It left Daryl thinking about it, thats for sure. But it felt to early to do that just yet. Hell as Daryl thought about it, he'd only knew Mads for a few months, but it sure felt like a damn lifetime after all they'd been through already. He shook his head and looked up at her. "Yeah sure babe . . ." He smiled at her as he zipped up Noah's jacket.
He picked up his son and started over to their place. Once inside, Kitchi greeted them with a wag of his tail and a small bark. Daryl went to Noah's bedroom and did the infant's routine. Within twenty minutes, the child was out cold, sleeping soundly. Daryl smiled as he held him. True, he was happy that Brittany had him, cause well . . . Daryl was a different man. A better man. He kissed Noah's temple just before he laid him in his crib and covered him with his fuzzy blanket.
"Come on Kitchi. Put you out for a small bit, okay buddy? Don't want you to . . . Overwhelm our new guest to much." She smirked once Daryl was out of her sight and hopefully ear range; because so far he didn't notice the newest object hidden near the tree, hiding in the back the best Merle could work it for her. Once the free roaming dog was outside, Madison shrugged out of the jacket and her shoes while taking the objects in her hands to sit into the kitchen, sliding the food into the fridge quickly before rushing into the living room.