A.N. - Hey guys, super sorry this took so long. Hope you like it and thanks for the patience and support.
Chapter 29
"This is so fucking boring."
Daryl glanced back over his shoulder to check the distance between them and the others in the garden before shifting his sight back to the grumpy teenager. The one who was, at the moment, glaring in agitation with his one remaining eye at the freshly tilled dirt beneath his feet. Daryl couldn't really nag at the younger guy for being a little pissy. Especially since he was in complete agreement with the grumbled complaint himself.
But Rick had asked him to get Carl out of the house, so here they were.
"Yeah, well," Daryl conceded while hoping their conversation didn't carry too far, "quicker ya quit bitchin' about it, quicker we can get the fuck outta here."
The singularly sharp eye that latched onto him from underneath the battered sheriff's hat stopped Daryl from ripping the next bag of fertilizer open. Carl had always been clever and watchful, and if they could all keep him from cracking off like his old man and getting himself killed, he'd be a hell of a leader someday. Just had to make a certain allowance for that track of wild that ran through him wide as a country mile. Whole damn Grimes family was making Daryl gray before his time.
"You don't like this either," the declaration was made with a dribbling line of surprise sewn through it.
Daryl's attention migrated, as it usually did these days, to where the blonde stood a few rows away from them both. Arm and leg bones shifting as if restless in their homes, he reined in the listless motions quick as he could, every bit of his movement caught by Carl's gaze. It wasn't that he didn't see the point, or couldn't appreciate the honesty of the work, but the soil gig wasn't likely to outrank hunting for him any time soon.
It was better than twiddling his thumbs, and since his fuckin' bow was with that stringy haired bastard, Daryl was grateful to have something to occupy his otherwise fidgeting hands. Only problem was that they became all the more twitching and grasping for being around that woman of his all the time. Breathing her in along with wet dirt, the metal of the tools, and cutting bite of the fertilizer, holding it all like a last draw of nicotine in his lungs until it drove him clear past distraction.
Anymore he didn't know if he found how clumsy it still made him irritating or funny.
Probably funny.
That was probably a good thing, not getting pissed off at every little thing that happened. Not being able to help the silly as fuck grin that'd tug at his mouth when she'd worriedly glance at him and his mumbling curses. Yeah he liked that bit alright too he figured. It didn't stop him from planning hunting trips in his head as he planted seeds or drove a spade or shovel into the unyielding ground.
"You really love her huh?" Carl's voice snapped him from his thoughts, and he looked to the teen with a half-formed retort, before swallowing it back down and fixing his sight on the hands he was rubbing together distractedly.
Daryl watched as a deep marring brown ground its way from his thumb pad to the space between the ridged knuckles on his opposite hand, and he executed a quick chin dip before looking back to the bag of fertilizer. Began once more to tear it open from the first slitting breach he'd made before the conversation had turned awkward. This would be the last bit they did on the ground that was seeded. Beth had plans for the last section, ones that she'd said Eugene would tell him about. He was really looking forward to that fucking chat.
"You must, to keep doing this," it was said through a bit of a sigh, and Daryl offered a snort of self-derision as answer. Thinking about the dark-eyed girl he'd seen peering at them from around house corners. What the hell was her name? Enid. He went about the work while Carl went to the near edge of the plot to gather up a couple jugs of water amongst the horde that sat waiting.
"S'that the same reason you're out here?" he asked, letting the partially emptied bag thump back down while lobbing a needling smirk the teenager's way. When his remark was met with only base confusion, Daryl ticked his head to the side in Enid's direction, observing as Carl got a glimpse of the girl just before she ducked out of sight once more.
There was a kind of forward momentum that happened and Daryl watched with the slightest tickling of amusement as Carl just barely succeeded in keeping himself from chasing after the girl immediately. Brim of the tattered hat dipping to the bits of farming paraphernalia sprawled out around him, the teen took a few moments considering something before looking back to where Daryl still stood looking at him, only now with raised brows.
"G'on," he told Carl with a toss of his hand in generally the right direction. No reason for both of them to be tied to this goddamn community project, it was way too late for Daryl.
What he wouldn't give to have a reason to chase his girl somewhere.
"Don't even know what I'm going to say to her," the younger guy murmured, eye narrowing in thought. There wasn't a whole lot Daryl could offer in that department, nothing willing or able come to think of it. He stayed silent until it drew an inquiring look that was shrugged off, unease shivering around his shoulders at the idea of having to actually come up with anything to contribute. Things had gotten strained between the two teens since Ron…and Carl having to focus on shit like physical therapy and not dying of infection. "What would you say to Beth?"
Shooting the mildly grinning boy a glare, Daryl shifted uncomfortably at the idea of him and Beth fighting period. Especially since anytime they'd gotten into it in the past, he hadn't exactly been the one to make the first move or break the silence. When it seemed like the pestering little smart ass wasn't going to get a move on until he got some kind of response, Daryl grumbled the first thing that came to mind.
"I'dunno."
Carl's mouth twisted into something that might be considered a smile, and Daryl sure hoped Rick appreciated him getting the little bastard into such a good mood. Because it sure would have been a more peaceful morning on his end if the teen had stayed inside the house while they all completed the planting.
"That's probably exactly what you'd say," Carl joked, stepping away quickly when Daryl made a feinting swipe towards one of his thin arms. "Tell dad I'll swing by the infirmary soon to get my bandage changed, alright?"
"Ya better 'less you're wantin' Michonne t'track yer ass down."
The woman in question was on the far side of the garden, toting a visiting Lil' Asskicker before Maggie took the curly headed blonde back home for a nap. Carl nodded before striding off towards the last house they'd seen Enid disappear behind. Sliding a step back, eyes still on the retreating form of a narrow frame that hurried to find the girl who the kid could no doubt not stop thinking about, Daryl didn't realize how close he'd set the bag of fertilizer until it was too late. Snapping his head down in time to see the contents spill out in an earthy wave onto the neat row of what would hopefully one day be potatoes, he cursed in true redneck fashion at the brown on brown picture it made.
Crouching with a grunt, hands scooping and thrusting the runaway mess, Daryl had the perfect opportunity to appreciate the track of things that led him to this moment. What in the hell Merle would think of him playing farm hand, while faithfully and relentlessly fucking the farmer's daughter…It was an easy bet that his older brother would be laughing himself hoarse, or maybe he'd just be proud of his little brother for being fuckin' normal for once, like he'd always harped about.
Hands feeling encrusted and slightly burnt from his shoving grasp, Daryl stood, ignoring the throb and pull of aging muscles to reach for one of the water containers Carl had left. Dumping some of the contents over his fertilizer smothered hands, he looked up when Rick came over, nodded to him and then Maggie as Lil' Asskicker was being taken out of the heat. Weather couldn't decide what the hell it wanted to do and this far north wasn't dependable for him like his Georgian skies where he could predict what the day held without ever needing to check a news report in print or primetime.
"Havin' fun?" Rick questioned, one eye shutting tight against the light as his mouth quirked.
Daryl held back a scoff as he began to scrub his hands clean, or clean-er, with the rag from his back pocket. "You an' yer kid got the same shitty sense a' humor ya know that?"
"I am aware yeah," the man smiled broadly, it was still amazing to Daryl how much Rick's demeanor had changed once it became clear that his son was going to pull through. This version was far more optimistic, it was Rick from a long time back without much of the leader's prior indecision.
It might have been this, or that fun little encounter with the couple in the forest, but Daryl had found himself doing a regression of his own. Where Rick was once more in a positive more gracious frame of mind, Daryl conversely found himself more wary than hopeful lately. He had one constant, his blonde North Star, and his family but all else was layered in heaps of gray and he was back to not wanting to explore those murky trails like he'd been willing to a few weeks back.
"Where'd Carl go?" the two men looked over in unison, watching Michonne close the short distance, dark brows pinched in more worry than curiosity.
"Off t' make Rick a' grandpa I think." Daryl answered, almost flashing a tooth with his grin when both faces went slack. "Calm down, ain't serious. Those two 're probably off starin' at their shoes t'gether or some shit."
Neither one looked like they believed him much, but they also didn't go running off after the couple so Daryl figured there was no damage done. And thankfully Rick was too freaked out by the idea to come back with something about Daryl's own situation. Which speaking of, a quick glance around the area showed him no ponytailed head, but he did see Abraham and Tyreese having the time of their lives trying to nail one another with volleyed globs of water while Sasha rolled her eyes and stayed out of range.
"You ready for this run comin' up?" Rick asked, sight still fixed off a distance towards the houses. "Kinda lookin' forward to it myself."
Daryl shrugged, since the Wolves he hadn't left the walls without Beth in tow. Without his bow or a suitable replacement, they'd gone to setting snares which meant no big game was being brought in. A lot of their excursions had started to include conversations about the state the neighborhood pantry was in, and what they could do to bolster it. Problem was, even though they'd lost several of the Alexandrians lately, there was still an overwhelming amount of people to feed. The garden would take a while to yield, he and Beth could only catch so much small game, handicapped the way they were, and stores were running out faster than could be replaced.
Considering he still didn't know if his girl was expecting or not, this made him edgy to say the very least. The idea of Beth or their kid going hungry triggered something snarling and hackle raised that wrapped about his spine, bit into the bone.
"You two just watch yourselves and don't do anything stupid." Receiving twin looks of mild indignation, Michonne placed well worked hands on her hips before continuing. "I can't even remember the last time that it was only you guys on a run, so don't be eyeing me any kind of way alright? Anything happens to either of you and we're one step closer to being well and truly screwed."
Rick exhaled a silent laugh before nodding, long legs carrying him over to one of the wooden railway ties where he took a seat with a muttered sigh. "We can have Beth come with us," he informed Daryl before meeting his gaze. "Lord knows she can hold her own nowadays."
"Said she was alright stayin' here for this go around."
That wasn't exactly what Beth had told him, truthfully, she'd said that it might be nice for him and Rick to have some 'guy time' whatever in the hell that meant. Like she thought the two of them were going on a road trip for kicks or something. Daryl had to say he wasn't opposed to the way his girl didn't insist on riding his ass every minute of the day, and knew he still liked his alone time. But leaving her here had never, not once, turned out alright…but she'd reminded him a couple of times now that'd it been quiet. And also, that she was more than willing to go with them the next time they headed out.
"Dixon!"
The three of them swiveled to see a drenched Abraham smiling like a kid at a waterpark as he waved a meaty arm in their direction. At Daryl's answering head jerk the man gestured back towards one of the distant sections of the settlement's fencing where they'd gathered and stacked a myriad of building supplies. It was sprawling at the moment with brick, surplus wood, and any other piece they'd needed for the construction of both the garden and brand new church that was almost finished.
He really hadn't seen the point of that one, but it had given Beth some kind of peace to have a familiar place like that around, so he'd mixed mortar and stacked the jigsaw stones into place while she sang and straightened his rows.
"Your lady gonna get back with that PVC pipe anytime soon ya think?"
Eyes tripping from the redhead to the piles of lumber and back, Daryl stomped down the slight uneasiness and started walking. "Prob'ly can' find it, way you organize shit."
Offering two dripping arms in a water logged motion, conceding the point, Abraham's smile didn't falter. "I offered my services, but she seemed rather determined. I find it best to step aside when a woman with that level of fighting knowhow and badassery makes up her mind."
"Well look at that," Sasha called, handing her brother a towel with more holes than cloth. "Guess you're not quite as dumb as you look after all Abe."
There was some kind of look that passed between the two, but Daryl was already by them and on his way to where the muscle bound redhead had pointed. Woman probably was just meandering through the piles of materials, looking for other ways to improve their yield. Shit sakes, she talked of little else these days before they fell asleep, but then he figured all he could bring to the conversation was much of the same. None of them wanted a repeat of that winter after the Greene farm got overrun. They'd barely survived with a handful of people.
He kept his pace easy, measured and with little sway, the absence of his bow making the leather on his back feel stiff. Feet scuffing noiselessly over grass and pavement alike, the church caught at his eye line and he almost deviated his course…you never knew with religious people, girl could of gotten the sudden urge to pray. Flicking too long hair to one side he kept going towards his first destination as planned, they were still going to need the damn pipe one way or another, might as well get it since he was half way there.
Their community really was becoming a group of Depression era hoarders. The varying types of wood and stone, not to mention heavier pieces of iron and steel that'd been a bitch to scavenge but offered the promise of expanding the walls. The more room the bigger the crop and maybe if they could make it until harvest they'd be mostly self-sufficient.
For a while anyway.
He knew the area, like he knew all the areas, pretty well and he was still a good three stacks of extra railway ties in when someone grabbed onto his wrist and yanked him in between the carefully balanced heaps. There'd been the initial instinct to tense or throw a quick punch, but it evaporated at the familiar calluses that chafed along the bones above his hands. And he allowed himself to be pushed until faded wings hit against the roughly hewn lumber and he was met with impish eyes that cast the sun's light back at him. Beth smiled widely, and Daryl caught a flash of incisor before she spoke.
"Did I get ya?" she asked, while strong hands half the size of his own crawled themselves underneath his shirt and scratched inquisitively at his clenching abdomen. "Took you for friggin' ever gettin' over here."
Anxiety salivated its way down the length of his spine as Beth didn't give him the chance to answer, and instead was lifting slightly, soft giving mouth pressing to his. She stole his words before he could even think them, let alone spit them out. Kissing her back, or at least doing his best to, Daryl kept his hands hanging.
He'd have to shake off the nerves of them touching like this out in the open before he could hope to offer much of a response to her. There was a bit of relief to have the makeshift wooden barrier to prop him up, since the light of his fuckin' life was doing her best to suck the existence straight out of his body by means of his tongue.
Daryl's stomach shivered as Beth made little scraping drags through the sweat that had lain itself thickly on top of his skin, sending trickling and streaming bits of desire down along navel and hips. Head feeling clouded, Daryl ducked down enough to be better able to reciprocate the kiss. She knew how much he hated the idea of people gawking at him, especially when it had to do with the two of them. But there didn't seem to be anyone around at the moment and he wasn't going to say no to a kiss like hers…probably ever.
Goddamn, but there wasn't anything not to like about the way Beth worked her tongue against his, the lapping thrusting motion that only increased in tempo until he thought their teeth might start to crack against one another.
She dribbled those sweet little pads of hers along his ribs one more time, before hooking them into the waistline of his pants and keeping them moored there while she spiraled slick and wanting around the inside of his mouth. Barely keeping up, but not feeling much of an urge to pull away, he allowed his hands the pleasure of resting just on the swell of her ass, thumbs grazing some skin now and then as he arced them back and forth across her jeans.
His head was a mess, he wanted to ask what the hell had her doing this, but there wasn't much of a mystery to figure out. Not in the act itself. He'd be a goddamn liar if he said he hadn't been the one, more often than not, dragging her dust covered body to their bedroom each night. But that was the thing. He got them safe, and locked up tight behind their door, before they got going like they were now.
Sure there'd been times, with other women, when he'd been too drunk and wound up to care. When the idea of being seen was preferable to taking them to whatever piece of shit dump he and Merle were staying at that particular week. Those times had him behind the honkytonk dive bars for however long it took him to get off. Who the hell wouldn't feel like trash after spinning some nameless chick around and fucking them from behind so there wasn't a risk of cheaply manicured nails slipping up and catching against all those scars? Wiping their lipstick and saliva off the back of his hand, the one he'd offered to pillow their faces on, so they could avoid tell-tale abrasions. He'd been so fuckin' relieved when his body had decided that sex wasn't that much of a priority anymore.
Beth rubbed herself against him and Daryl couldn't stop from flinching back, dick swollen and twitching, while his memories slotted themselves slideshow style in his mind's eye before he could blink them away. Deep blues were staring worriedly up at him and his sudden priority became getting enough air in his lungs and enough give in his knuckles – the ones that felt clawed into her backside. Shit he was such a pussy. Pulling his gaze from her inquiring one, Daryl scanned the nearly claustrophobic space around them.
"Ain't nobody out here but us," she informed him in that soothing voice that should annoy the shit out of him, but managed to loosen his muscles instead. "Abraham was tellin' me how silly we were ta' be out workin' when everyone else was takin' a' day to rest."
His face screwed itself up in a grimace that he tried to slacken as he looked back to her.
"Walkers don'."
Nodding, Beth watched him seriously before she was unclasping a hand to reach up and slide through the scruff on his jaw, raising it again to knock away some of the hair in his face. He hadn't quite managed to get rid of the bunch in his cheeks or the narrowness of his eyes as the gentle motion made him shy away slightly for a second time. Whenever they were getting to a place he felt steady, something had to kick him squarely in the kneecap and send him tumbling. It wasn't always Beth's doing, but it happened all the same, and he wound up in a similar position it seemed like regardless.
Stiff dicked with aching knees…
"Us t'gether ain't enough?" her brows snapped in tightly, and if he were a smart man he'd have stopped himself right there. "Gotta risk 'em seein' me fuck ya now?"
"You know that's not it."
He was halfway through unclenching his teeth to make an idiotic reply when an honest to God miracle happened and he managed to shut the fuck up and get himself together. She was still looking at him, forehead furrowed, one hand still gripping on stubbornly to his pants while the other curved around his bicep. Of course she was right. He knew that was the last thing on her mind, and one of these damn days he was going to keep those snapping statements to himself and avoid feeling like such a prick.
One day.
Mumbling an apology as he dropped down to kiss her, Daryl tightened everything in him and went about what he had to in order to internally prepare himself. His girl was everything to him, corny and beaten to death as that sounded, she was salvation when he'd felt damned for so fuckin' long. If she wanted this, a quick hard fuck that was nowhere near their bedroom, it was kind of the least he could do without making her feel shitty about it. And he'd already managed to mangle the hell out of that last part.
There was a hesitancy in her now that he'd caused, and it wasn't real difficult for him to tell she was moments away from making him stop and talk out the why of what he'd said. If she still wanted to know, if she asked him later while they were woven together in bed, or a few heavy breaths after he finished doing what was now in his mind to do…he'd try and make sense of it for her.
But for right now they needed to hurry, because avoiding the soul crushing embarrassment of having someone walk around one of the maze-like corners and catch them was still high on his list of goals. Right next to living up to whatever fantasy Beth had had in her head that managed to bring about this situation. Better to do something like this here instead of out in the woods like he'd seen in her eyes that day they'd gotten into it.
Remembering the way her stance had widened just a little, how she'd eaten up his frame and locked back onto his glare with a kind of anticipation to her look that had jittered underneath the concern. That memory made it possible to get back into the right headspace as his fingers went about ticking the button of her jeans open and sliding the zipper down.
Beth paused as soon as she felt the fabric give way, and he pursued her kiss when she pulled away, until her back bowed and he was able to connect his lips with hers again. Half his awareness was honed into the sounds that happened infrequently around them, that, and keeping his own breathing at a low pant when he broke from her mouth.
Pushing the outer material out of the way, Daryl first turned the both of them before spinning Beth so that her belly pressed along the unfinished beams. He could hear as the air rushed down her throat, the rubbing of clothing as he unzipped his own pants and pulled himself free. Left hand braced on the wood, he waited for the sensation of her cheek to set off another assaulting wave. But his Brier hadn't given against his weight, toned arms flexing and hands splayed out in a similar way on either side of his own, she turned her neck trying to see him.
"We don-"
He hummed an answer before shutting her up as nicely as he knew how, teeth drawing blunt paths over lips that opened after only a second's worth of resistance. His fingers jerked aside the panties that were a size too big for her, or were now, that she wasn't eating as much – he tucked the thought away as he pushed aside her lower lips and found out how ready she was for him. Sending up a quick round of thanks he'd had reason to clean his hands before this happened.
He could work his way in without much of a problem, and they did need to be fast, but Beth had made a surprised little chirping noise in her throat that distracted him.
Instead of holding her underwear out of the way and doing everything he could to have her coming quickly, Daryl found himself repositioning so he could wrap an arm around the front of her and get better leverage. Pushing his thumb against her clit, he curled two fingers inside of her and felt the shudder go through and the strength of those sun-kissed arms go lax for a breath. When he couldn't focus on kissing her, working her inner walls, and listening for curious family members, he let the first stop in order to maintain the other two.
Christ.
It wasn't like he was completely fucking opposed to what was happening. The painful throb working itself against that perfectly rounded ass of hers was enough to tell anyone that much. It was the pound of his heart, that living and festered thing in his guts, and the tightening of the skin along his back that he could do without. He'd be the first to (grudgingly) admit that he was getting old, but the idea of anyone seeing Beth make that face…The one he knew she was making even though he couldn't see it with the angle he was at. It didn't excite him in the least. If there'd been some way to guarantee that that didn't happen, maybe he could relax a little. Until then, he was touching her rougher than he liked, mouth scraping whiskers and nipping teeth along her neck.
"We c'n go back," Beth ground out, words getting snagged in the back of her throat. "To our room…if ya want."
She was so fucking swollen around his fingers already, pressing his knuckles together as they slid through. Girl must have been thinking about this for a good while, to be so worked up and ready with barely anything added from him at all. Was making it easy, shouldn't take long to tip her right the hell over the edge.
"Nah," he rasped out, slipping his Beth slickened digits free and then using them to line himself up. "This what'cha wanted ain't it?"
"Oh sweet lord," she breathed the words harshly, as he slid partly in before needing to paw, near desperately, at her hip to open her stance enough to get him all the way to his base. "You don't got…"
No he sure as fuck did not have a rubber to put on for this particularly mind splintering event.
How in the hell was he supposed to see this as a possibility for his day?
Forgetting anything along the lines of responding, or doing anything other than sliding carefully in and out of her, teeth clenched until his enamel wanted to crack in order to stop him from spilling out against her tightened walls. He didn't know what it was, the situation, the position, whatever, but she was closed around him so fuckin' snuggly. Each thrust was like the constricting bliss of every time she'd come in the past. And being bare for it, feeling the gripping hold of her that stroked him to within an inch of his life with each pass…Daryl couldn't stop the broken moan that came out when Beth pivoted her hips back and met his next thrust.
Somewhere a litany of his name was being gasped out.
He didn't realize he was forcing her into their makeshift wall until the knuckles of the hand that held firmly to her hip got pinched in between bone and railway tie. Beth's arms finally gave out against his single minded focus, and her face pressed against the hand he still had braced in front of her. Hot breath skated over to his nailbeds and his next motion was far more jerking and demanding than he'd meant for it to be, Beth's hitching cry enough to make him slow down slightly.
Taking in a deep breath through his nose, Daryl was peppered with smells that ricocheted his mind into back allies and strangers at the end of his cock. Rhythm getting shot straight to hell, he buried his face into her neck. He needed that familiar scent, needed her sweat and sex to clear out the wood resin and baked brick that made him think of too many Georgian nights spent shit faced drunk. That wild sweetness would clear phantom smoke and Jack Daniels from the back of his tongue, and so he lost a layer of skin from the hand clawed into her hip to twist her neck enough to get his taste.
When she came, hard and crying into his mouth, he jerked his dick free with a grunt, her clenching walls threatening to milk every ounce of spunk out of him. Scraping a stinging hand past the band of her panties, Daryl circled his pads over her twitching clit until she was shuddering – cries chasing out each exhale as she caught her breath and he kissed the sweat slick expanse of her throat. Letting up in each area of attention only when her thighs flexed in defensively, letting him know she couldn't take anymore. Dragging until he reached a shivering stretch of belly, he kept his place and held her as she re-spun herself into someone coherent once more.
Carefully tucking his still hardened and aching dick into his pants after she'd straightened and turned, Daryl raised questioning brows at the dreamy but distinctly frown covered expression she gave him. He knew he'd done good, had the smear on his pants from her to prove it, but there was something making his girl look decidedly pouty which Beth didn't normally do. Helping her to get her jeans in order, he met her gaze and waited. Woman didn't believe in keeping stuff to herself when it came to him, he'd get an earful if she thought he deserved it.
What he wasn't expecting was the small hand that came to cup him through the material of his pants, sending shots and currents to all the right places.
"Ya hated it that much?" she murmured, continuing to rub at him slowly, almost as if she didn't realize she was doing it at all.
He grunted some kind of disagreeing noise while tipping into her hold and propping an arm next to her head, scruff tickled by her breathing as he tried to answer with something resembling syllables. "S'real fuckin' good Brier."
"Don't like it when you don't get off."
Me neither woman, shit.
"Jus' ain't easy for me, worryin' 'bout someone gettin' an eyeful of m'ass out here like this."
Beth tugged lightly at the collar of his shirt until he lowered enough to kiss her, sparks rabbiting across his skin when she traced a path down his chest and stomach, clearly intent on making him the same boneless level of content she was. Trapping her wrists and pulling her hands from his body, Daryl felt the corner of his mouth tick into the slightest smile when she huffed out an irritated breath.
"You wait 'til we get this pipe for the tomatoes over to the garden an' set up Daryl Dixon," Beth threatened quietly against his lips. "I'm gonna do that thing ya like, the second we get back to our room later on."
His hands convulsed unintentionally on her wrists, but it only made her mouth curve against his as he swallowed too hard.
"Tha' one Eric told ya about?"
"Mhmmm."
Fuck yeah.
Maybe doing this kind of thing wasn't too much for him to handle after all.
Might just take some practice.
