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A/N: Since I kinda jipped ya'll in the last one. Here's a little somethin-somethin' in the beginning for you. Bit of a filler. But we all know shit's about to go down. Next chapter might reveal some mysteries of Roxy's past. Thanks to those who reviewed! Please keep doing it!

Gimme Danger

Chapter 36: This Is Gonna Take All Night

Daryl's biological clock was too good. He had no idea what time they'd finally ended up falling asleep, but he could tell he hadn't slept long, because he still felt intoxicated when he opened his eyes at what he assumed must have been about sunrise, the hour he usually woke during.

But this morning, he had every intention of going back to sleep. He was still exhausted, and he could see Roxy was too when his eyes squinted in the darkness to see the top of her head right under his chin when he turned his neck, the feeling of her breath against his skin indicating her steady, sleeping breath.

His wrists were sore from that belt he'd destroyed, but he'd bet she was sorer.

Slowly, he shifted to get more comfortable on his back, her front half pressed atop him as they slept, blonde hair everywhere, their legs tangled together underneath a sheet and thin blanket. He could see a few of her scattered tattoos exposed on her back, the way she was lying, and unconsciously traced his way to all of them with his fingertips before he stroked her hair a few times and closed his eyes again.

Even though they were secure, he still felt the need to touch her as they slept. They didn't really know the Jenner guy. He could be a rapist. Daryl preferred knowing where she was, even in his sleep.

A second after he'd settled he felt her move in response to him, wrapping his arms a little tight around her as she stirred, a tug pulling the corner of his lips as he felt hers moving across his neck, sucking so softly it tickled a little, assuming Daryl Dixon could be ticklish anyway. "Git back ta sleep. They're gonna be expectin' us at breakfast 'n the mornin'."

But he instead felt her giggle a bit, her arms sliding up around his neck as she moved her lips form his neck to his mouth, Daryl unable to protest as she continued kissing him heatedly, with promise behind it. He was only a man; a strong man, but even the strongest couldn't resist this.

He'd already woken up at half-mast just from sleeping so close to her, but she seemed to be doing everything in her power to get him all the way up, slowly maneuvering her tongue around his and pressing her hips into his groin, fully atop him now.

As they kissed, Daryl's hands stroked a path up and down her back, catching the ends of her hair with his fingertips as his hands slid down her smooth skin. He could feel the heat without even bothering to put himself between her legs, and though they were both tired, he wasn't about to ignore her advances.

Being tired just didn't really compare to having a hot, horny girl practically humping his leg.

Lightly pushing her shoulder with one hand and holding her wrist with the other, Daryl guided her beside him, readjusting to a side-lying position as he put her the same way next to him, back to his chest. Pulling her leg back a bit so it rested on top of his. The warmth radiating between her legs was even hotter on his groin now, contact still being withheld.

"Goddamn girl… wet as hell already," he muttered in a voice, gravelly from sleep, even more so than usual as he reached in front of her and slid two fingers between her folds. He'd never thought women able to be turned on so easily, but she was rivaling a faucet, his fingers slick the minute he made contact.

"Dreaming about all the stuff I wanna do to you I guess,"
she muttered back quietly, still as half awake as he was.

Her head tipped back against his chest as he probed his fingers inside of her, her little breathy moans making him impatient. He wanted to bring her close at least, because he was beat, and didn't know how much energy he could force out of himself. Truth was, Daryl had expected her to be out like a light after the pounding he'd delivered her earlier once he'd broken free of that belt.

"Mmm, god Daryl," Roxy breathed out, her hips mobbing in rhythm against his digits, his thumb working her up the most, leaving her almost writhing by the time Daryl'd had enough, the spot between her legs throbbing with need for release as the pressure from his hand went absent, a needy whimper escaping from between her parted lips.

Hiking her leg up higher to her side, Daryl slipped himself in without a lot of teasing, immediately just settling in though as she brought his hand up to her mouth. Mesmerized, he watched her move in the dark, sucking his fingers tantalizingly, his lips parting a little, savoring the sight. He'd really wished there was a light on for that.

Exhaling deeply, Daryl hoisted her leg into a more comfortable position for them both, revealing full access to where he was already sheathed deep inside of her. Finding his arm hooked under his thigh provided him with the option to move her body the way he wanted it worked nicely combined with his own thrusting, Daryl's pivoting hips continuously and rhythmically sliding over the sweetest spot deep within her, begging to be relieved of the aching pressure growing.

Daryl wouldn't have been able to make it long and drawn out if he'd wanted to. But that was fine, because Roxy was just as tired, yet equally as lascivious as Daryl was. She just wanted her release and to curl up against him again and drift off into the most restful sleep either one of them had been granted in ages.

Daryl's small grunts of exertion and quickening breaths were loud in Roxy's ear, the man not pausing in his movements as he brought her over the edge, her back arching against him, a loud, unfiltered moan of satisfaction reverberating through the room, interrupted by Daryl's own roar of completion as he slipped himself out of her, spilling onto her thighs instead of inside of her. He knew what she'd said about the pills, but they'd already been careless tonight; there was no need to continue with the pattern.

Both of them were glistening with sweat, panting to catch their breath as they came down from their orgasmic high, Daryl's body practically enveloping hers from behind.

Once he was able to steady his breathing, he reached over Roxy to the floor where a towel had been discarded, reaching between her legs and cleaning her thighs of his seed before replacing it back on the floor and collapsing on his back, fully ready to knock out again.

His eyes watched as she moved back into her position, the way they'd fallen asleep, him on his back and her half on top of him, her face buried in his neck, the breaths that left her parted lips dancing over his skin. "We'll sleep good now, hmm?" she muttered against his skin before she left a kiss and finally dropped her head.

Daryl's chest moved with a single silent chuckle of agreement, his leg moving between and beneath one of hers to tangle them once again while his arms wound around her smaller frame, giving her a tight squeeze before he relaxed and closed his eyes, drifting off to the sound of her steady breathing in his ear.

It was noise from the other rooms that woke Daryl the enxt time, finding it had also woken Roxy too as she squirmed out of his embrace, which had become one armed in the night, and she shot up, looking around frantically, like she was lost or something.

Daryl sat up quickly, regretting the decision as he remembered they'd all had a fair amount to drink last night, especially himself and present company. "Do you hear that?" she asked quickly, brushing one hand over her head to push her wild hair back.

Daryl stopped and listened, hearing what she must've been talking about. "Big deal. Someone's gotta be the lightweight," he dismissed, realizing it was the sound of someone retching as a result of last night's festivities.

"No. That's Glenn." Roxy shot out of bed faster than he'd ever seen the girl get up before. Never seemed in that much of a rush to go hunting or do chores ever. "Shit. I need clothes," she told him helplessly, pulling her fingers through her hair.

"Dunno. Yer lookin' much better without 'em." The worried look disappeared from her face suddenly, her frantic movements and searching for garments ceasing at Daryl's open compliment, a elated smile spreading over her plump lips.

"I'm borrowing your clothes, Casanova," she told him, cocking her head to the side as he got up from the cot, knowing he'd be unable to fall back asleep again this late in the morning. He was sure they'd slept another three or four hours at least since their midnight rendezvous.

"The hell'd you jus' call me?!" he demanded in a much more playful tone than she'd ever heard him use, coming up behind her and grabbing her around the middle, pulling her backside against him and burying his face in the curve of her neck.

Flirtatiously laughing and wriggling in his arms, hands prying at the vice grip they formed where they met, Daryl finally released her, the pathetic attempts at escape from her too much to bear, his eyes slit small as he did that smirk of his, watching as she pulled a worn out Megadeth t-shirt from his bag and a pair of his boxer shorts.

Throwing clothes of his own on, he studied Roxy as she adjusted his garments to fit her, the cut off sleeves from his shirt exposing the sides of her breasts as she moved, rolling the band of the plain gray shorts to suit her long, toned legs much better.

He found himself reminiscing of their escapades last night, biting his thumbnail as he studied her. Part of him felt like he knew her in and out, but the much more realistic part of him remembered she was kind of an enigma, just as much as he'd made himself to her. He knew bits and pieces of her past, heard stories she and Glenn would tell. But he found it convenient she never mentioned her parents. Of course, he guessed he could understand. Daryl had remained mysterious completely though. She had definitely made it a point to pretend the chunk of life she lived in California had affected her in no way, shape or form, and held no significance anymore.

But before he could do something stupid like bring it up, as though he really wanted to talk about that kind of crap, she rushed to the door as he slipped his boots on, following shortly behind her to see exactly how the kid she was so worried about was doing. It didn't sound too good, to say the least.

"Glenn, are you okay?" Roxy called outside his door, listening to him gag. He'd always been a terrible drinker, and though he'd had to grow a stronger stomach since the outbreak, he still couldn't handle whiskey.

"He's fine, God! He's a man! Don't need ya motherin' over him e'ry time he's sick," Daryl protested as she reached for the doorknob to go pat Glenn's back while he moaned and groaned and threw up liquid. But Daryl put his hand in the way to back her off. " 'Bout time he learned ta handle his own shit anyhow. Best ya can do 's pour 'im some water." They weren't going to be wasting any medicine on a hangover; that was for sure, no matter how bad Glenn's head pounded.

Giving in, Roxy dropped her arms by her sides before she crossed them over her chest and made her way down the hall, where they could hear the kitchen in use. "I don't know why you kept feeding him that crap last night anyway. We both told you it would make him sick." Her eyes narrowed at Daryl as he walked beside her, rolling his own eyes. What, was he going to listen to this for the next week or something? The nagging; a highlighted reason he'd never bothered much with women.

"He's fine. Maybe it'll put a lil' hair 'n his balls," Daryl chuckled at his own joke, deciding a little bit of nagging was probably worth the slinky little body it came with anyway as he watched her walk a step in front of him, only briefly before he realized he should direct his focus elsewhere before he shut them back up in the room again without breakfast.

"Good morning," she smiled as she entered the dining area, where T-Dog was making everyone breakfast. Breakfast like they hadn't had in so long. They may be powdered eggs, but they were eggs no less. It beat granola bars and squirrel.

"Bet it is," Shane commented knowingly, raising a brow at the two having heard their antics from a few rooms down last night when he was unable to sleep.

Daryl cut his eyes at the older man and Shane just snickered and said no more in return, but the smug look on his face certainly didn't make Daryl want to punch him in the face any less.

These people could at least have the common decency to keep their mouths shut about anything they may have overheard last night.