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Jameson is very warm. She feels like she's sunbathing in the bright sunlight. It's pleasant. She blinks the sleep out of her eyes and realizes it's just Daryl wrapped all around her. Her head is resting on his bent arm under her neck. His other arm is wrapped tightly around her stomach. One of his legs is bent between hers. His larger frame is engulfing her smaller one from behind. She wiggles a little against him trying to free herself to use the restroom. His arm tightens and he grunts. She smiles but tries to move again.
"Where ya goin'?" he mumbles tightening his arm even more. She groans because his pushing on her bladder.
"Gotta pee, le' go." She says sleepily. He loosens his arm and grumbles, "Come back." She gets to her feet, gently placing weight on her injured leg. It doesn't feel too bad, just sore. She uses the bathroom and sees the shiner, shaking her head she thinks 'So ugly'. She goes back to bed, climbing under the covers with the human heater. He snatches her up instantly. Pulling her face into his chest. She inhales deeply. He smells like 'Daryl', all masculine and delicious. She hums at feeling so warm and comfy. He nuzzles his face into her hair. He mumbles, "'m sorry darlin'" He kisses the top of her head and rubs his arms up and down her back. She rubs her face against his chest. His chest hairs tickle her nose. "Ya hurt me Daryl. I'd never say things like that to you. You gotta control your temper. Lashin' out at me isn't right." She says while glancing up at him. He nods and kisses her forehead. "I know. " He says gently against her forehead. His lips brushes against her soft skin. "Won' happen again."
Jameson chews her lip. She's still sad from him saying he didn't trust her. "I forgive you but I probably won't be able to forget about it for awhile. Having you trust me is important to me. I trust you completely. I can't be with someone who doesn't trust me."
"I trust you. Don' wanna lose ya. I wanna keep ya safe. I gotta keep ya safe." He says while looking directly into her eyes.
"I get it Daryl. It's the same way I feel about you. I worry about you out there as much as you worry about me. I can't lose you either." She says passionately. She cups his face, smoothing her thumb over his rough cheek. He nods and leans forward, kissing her lightly. She parts her lips and deepens the kiss. They kiss sweetly for a few moments before Jameson nips his lips causing him to moan. He swipes his tongue along her lip, sliding inside her accepting mouth. They both moan when they feel each other's soft tongues. Daryl is cradling her head while Jameson grips his neck. She rolls over him. Straddling him while licking her way across his jaw. His hands move lower, grabbing her waist. He thrusts his hips upward, grinding against her. She groans feeling him hard against her panties. His hands slip to her ass, kneading it. He's sucking on her neck, placing open mouth kisses to her chest. He pulls her tank top down, releasing her left breast. He licks and sucks on the soft flesh. Taking her nipple onto his mouth. Her hands clench in his dark hair, pulling. He moans, enjoying the feeling of her scraping his scalp. She's rolling her hips against his, making his already throbbing cock swell more. "Gotta stop now 'er I'm not gonna be able ta." He groans against her cleavage. She whispers roughly, "Why the fuck would you stop?" He growls and flips them suddenly, rolling in between her legs, grinding hard against her damp panties.
"Yer gonna git it girl." He grunts.
"Watcha waitin' for cowboy," she moans, digging her nails into his biceps.
His eyes are burning into hers. He leans forward, forcefully kissing her. His tongue demandingly explores her mouth. She wraps her legs around his waist, pulling him tightly against her, rolling her hips upwards sliding against his hard dick.
"Fuck…." He hisses though clenched teeth. "Yer gonna kill me, woman."
"No, never." She says seriously, making unwavering eye contact. She means more than the act of doing it, she's implying that she wouldn't ever get him killed. That she is his back up, will always be his back. He places his forehead against her, panting. "I know darlin'." His eyes search hers for understanding, forgiveness.
She nods slightly swallowing the lump in her throat. She looks up with watery eyes; overwhelmed with the hurt she felt the day before. He sees the tears and his chest aches. He knows he's hurt her and it's killing him. He cups her face with his large hand, brushing his calloused thumb through the wetness on her cheek.
" m'sorry Jameson." He says unfalteringly. "Never gonna hurt ya again. Swear."
She smiles weakly and nods, looking down. He leans forward and kisses her again. They start slow again but it becomes passionate. Its no longer aggressive, it's deeper more emotional. He strokes her face, down her neck. He massages her breast as she arches upward into his hand. They moan and writhe against each other. He works her panties down, stroking the soft skin on her thighs. He sits back, pulling his boxers off. He slides back between her legs, slowly rocking his hips against her. She's stroking his chest, and ribs, her hands ghosting over his scarred back. Her legs wrap around the back of his thighs. He groans when he feeling her wet folds against him. He slides easily between her lips.
"S'good, darlin" he says in a rough whisper. "I need ya…..always."
She rolls her hips again, sliding his cock closer to her entrance. Begging him."Please. Daryl."
He takes his cock in his large fist and slides the swollen head slowly into her opening. He groans when he feels the tight heat grip him. "Oh….god." she moans feeling herself stretch for him.
"S' tight." He gruffly and rocks his hips into hers. He slides in slowly, deepening himself with each thrust. Once he's seated against her he rotates his hips but stays deep inside. They moan and grab each desperately.
He growls into her ear, "Not gonna last, gotta help me darlin'."
She slides her hand between them, stroking herself. He leans back and watches her stroke her clit. Her two fingers moving in tight circles.
"S' hot." He moans, biting his lip until its white. She throws her head back, moaning at the dual sensation on him moving inside her and her touching her swollen clit. She clenches around his hard cock. He growls deeply, chest vibrating against Jameson. "I love feelin' you growl." She moans.
"Lookit me," he says gruffly. He needs to see her deep green eyes. She opens her eyes, watching him look at her through hooded eyes. They rock into each other while she strokes herself. She begins to feel warmth extend from her core. Her walls flutter, rhythmically squeezes his dick. He clenches his jaw, his release charging towards him. "Cum fer me darlin' now please," he begs thrusting into her harder.
She tilts her pelvis up, aiming him at her g-spot. She clamps down hard and cums instantly. Her faces screws up and her mouth drops open. She snaps her mouth shut, biting hard on her lip containing her moans. He continues to thrust deeply, reveling in her spasming walls. He feels her breath return and he thrust fast and hard cumming deep inside her. He pulses long streams, rocking into her as he comes down. He's seeing spots and is gasping for air. Sweat dripping down his forehead, trailing down his neck.
"Goduh. Fuck." He groans lying down, pressing his forehead into her neck. He's panting hot breathes across her skin. Her nails are digging into his shoulders as she trembles beneath him.
"So good baby," she whispers against his temple.
He chuckles at her nickname. "You too darlin'" he mumbles. After a few moments his stomach growls and she laughs, "Ya hungry Dare?"
He nods and pulls back, looking down at her. He smirks, "Ya wore me out, gotta reenergize." She smiles. "Lets feed you then."
Rick knocks on the front door but opens it instead of waiting, "'ello, anyone home?" he says while walking into the living room. Daryl walks out of the kitchen eating some leftover squirrel stew, he nods at Rick. He's wearing his jeans low on his hips, a wife beater and has bare feet. His hair is a mess, swiping across his forehead, hanging in his eyes. Rick has never seen him so relaxed looking.
'Looks like they made up.' He thinks while smirking.
Jameson walks in wearing yoga pants and a tank top. He's never really seen her look so comfortable either. They look like a really couple hanging out at home on their weekend.
"Hey guys, I wanted to talk about what's going on with the recruitment trips. Are you going to go with Daryl or not?" he asks Jameson while sitting down in an armchair.
Daryl sits on the couch. Jameson stands there eating out of a bowl and shrugs one shoulder. "Ask him." She motions her chin towards Daryl. Daryl sighs and leans his head back against the couch. "She can come," he huffs out. Jameson rolls her eyes. "Come Daryl. We talked about this. I'll stay if you want but I'm not sitting here doing nothing. So I can some with where you can back me up or I can stay here while you're gone. I'll have everyone here backing me up. So what'll it be and no changing your mind again." She explains, chewing slowly.
He nods and says quietly, "I want ya to come. I won' change me mind again." Rick slaps his hands on his knees, "Good. Now are you good to go tomorrow morning? Or is your leg needing rest."
"I'm good. It's a little sore but I should be fine. I'm going to do my stretches today and nothing to strenuous. Rest the muscle a little." She answers.
"Ok good. You both get the stuff together that you need for the trip. I will talk to you tonight and check in on you." Rick answers. He stands up and Jameson walks him out. "See ya later, Rick." She says with a smile.
Jameson and Daryl are organizing the small SUV they will be taking. They are packing their gear and supplies. They are planning for a week or two outside. They want to watch and listen to the couple before they decide if they should still bring them back. As they pack Jack approaches. "You going with now?" he asks with a smile. Jameson chuckles and says, "Yeah I am. Ya gonna miss me?"
"Of course lil sis. I just got ya back. How long are you planning on being gone?" he asks while leaning against the car, arms crossed.
"A week or two. You'll survive. Carol will keep you company." Jameson replies with a smirk. "Anything happening with that yet?"
Jack looks away with pink cheeks. Jameson laughs and teases, "Ohhhh you're blushing. Daryl look he's blushing."
Daryl shakes his head, "Leav'im alone woman."
"Pffft. He's my brother. I am obligated to give him shit. But really Jack I'm happy for you. She's amazing." Jameson says, pushing a sleeping bag into the cargo hold.
Jack nods and smiles. He straightens up and says, "Daryl I know you're close with her and I want ya to know, I'm not just messin' around with her. She's...a great woman." Daryl nods but doesn't respond. He continues to pack a bag with provisions and first aid supplies.
Jameson smiles. Jack has always been a great guy despite all the stuff they got into back in the day. He is a generally happy guy, always willing to help. Jameson knows he will be good for Carol as she will be for him. Jack asks, "You need to me help with anything?" Jameson shakes her head and tells him that they are almost done. "Go see Carol. We are all good here."
He smiles widely and jogs off. Jameson chuckles as she sees her brother jog off like a big kid going to his best friend's house. Daryl smirks and looks at Jameson. "She deserves a good man."
"My brother will take care of her. He's a good guy." She answers, dusting her hands off. "Ok that's everything except weapons that we pick up tomorrow. I'm going to sharpen all my knives. You need me to do any?"
Daryl pulls his blade out and touches the tip. "Ya could use a touch up."
They close up all the cars doors and head inside their house. Daryl gets the sharpening stones and oil for his crossbow. He's going to restring and check all his bolts. They have everything spread out on the kitchen table to work on their weapons together. They sit in a companionable silence while they work. Tara walks in with her girlfriend Jennifer. "Hey guys," she says with a small smile.
"Hey girly. You feel better?" Jameson says while still working on her knives.
"Ya much better. Jameson I wanted to thank you for getting me back. I don't know how you did it but, thank you." Tara says while pulling Jameson into a hug. Jameson pats her back awkwardly. She's not a hugger but tries to not feel uncomfortable.
"No worries. It was nothin' I'm just glad you didn't hurt yourself more." She says with a smirk. Jennifer chimes in, "It wasn't just nothing. I don't know what I would've done if she didn't come back. Thank you for helping her."
"Seriously it's nothin'" Jameson says with a smile. "Your welcome though."
"Are you hurt from carrying me?" Tara asks with a worried expression.
Jameson shakes her head, "I'm fine. Don't worry about me. I'm invincible." She smirks. Tara laughs while Daryl scowls.
"Don't get grumpy Daryl. No one likes a grouch." Jameson says with a grin. He squints are her and shakes his head mumbling 'gonna git it woman' under his breath. They talk a little bit about their trip and promise to hangout when they get back. Daryl and Jameson finish up with their gear and then decide to relax for the rest of the evening. Rick stops by to check in and see if they are good to go in the morning and he tells them he will see them off at dawn.
"So is yer leg really ok?" Daryl asks Jameson while he watches her rub the heating cream into her thigh. He takes the tube and pushes her hands away.
"Le'me." he murmurs. He enjoys taking care of her.
"It feels ok. Kinda like muscle exhaustion from running to far or climbing a steep mountain. It's not hurting like it did." She answers, watching him firmly rub her thigh.
"Feel good?" he asks then glances up at her. He smirks when he sees she's closed her eyes and her lips are parted.
She slowly opens her eyes and smiles, "Feels great." He nods and rubs her muscle until the cream has sunk in. He pulls the leg of her pants down and pats her knee.
"Are you excited?" she asks him. He laughs a little and asks, "Why would I be?"
"Well we are going on a trip. I always get excited for that. We will be spying on people. I've always enjoyed that." She has a wicked gleam in her eye. "Its like going back to me avoiding people and observing them. I enjoy it. I'm a people watcher, always have been."
Daryl smiles at her. "Rick's right." Jameson tilts her head, ""bout what?"
"He says we are two peas 'n a pod. I always observe. It's what I do." He says while stretching out on the bed. Jameson chuckles, "He told me that also." She lies down next to him. They lay there comfortably; Daryl's holding her hand, playing with her fingers. Tracing the old scars on her knuckles.
"When ya put it like tha' I'm excited." He murmurs. She laughs and grins up at him. She squeezes his hand. "It'll be nice just the two of us for a while." She says quietly. Daryl nods at her and replies, "Yeah it will be."