A/N - Not long until TWD returns! :) :) And I am starting to get excited and impatient now, so here is the next chapter to keep us going in the run up! It is some more Daryl & Sienna action to get back into it.. and just because...They need some time before the action starts up again! WARNING -* adult content! *
Also if you are still reading please let me know and thanks a million for the on-going support and sticking with me. I haven't written fanfic for a while now, so this chapter is easing me back into it too!
Sienna squeezed her eyes shut and pressed her cheek against Daryl's warm shoulder, she was trying to force herself to sleep. She was restless and she knew why. It was always the same the night before a trip. This time it was Daryl going out without her into the unknown again away from their safe little bubble back here at the military base and refugee centre. They had arrived back on the helicopter days before, narrowly missing being caught in the air strikes back at the red zone that his people had been surviving in. It didn't seem as though they had been back five minutes, but now Daryl was heading back out there again with some of the other guys to another red-zone where there was intelligence that there was a violent group operating and gaining momentum. The infected were picking up in numbers again there too due to their rule, and things were getting out of control. It was dangerous. Sienna knew that Daryl could take care of himself, and that the odds were stacked in his favour to return to her safely. But still the butterflies were there and they always would be. A world without him now would be truly unthinkable.
She could tell from his breathing that he was still awake too, she slowly ran her finger tip over the top of the thick scar covering his right shoulder blade. He didn't flinch. He never flinched when she touched him there anymore. One of the precious signs he had let her in, he had opened up to her fully and let her love him. She carefully replaced hr fingers with her soft lips kissing his exposed skin against the edge of his devil tattoo. He responded by shuffling himself back very subtly against her. She couldn't see his face but she knew his eyes were open. She took a moment to inhale his scent, it was musky and familiar and she loved it.
Daryl looked lazily through the hair falling over his weathered face against the plump pillow. It was a full moon and the light from it was dazzling, splashing against the walls and ceiling, turning the room silver. He felt his body relax back against Sienna's gentle caress. They had both been exhausted when they had collapsed back into bed earlier that night, physically and mentally. Daryl's conversation with Carol was amongst other things playing on his mind, he was concerned for her, she had a lot of shit to work through. Then there had been Sienna's updates from Amelia on various developments around the place, it was clear that there were things happening higher up. He also had to prepare himself for the next trip outside again too, this time with Rick accompanying them too.
But despite their fatigue somehow they hadn't quite managed to fall into a deep sleep yet. Their minds too busy.
Sienna's hand glided over Daryl's upper back as she kissed him some more and he felt his body respond with a familiar tingling of arousal, and her hand was soon caressing his hardness over the strained fabric of his tattered underpants. His breathing quickened and then with a supple, quick movement she had manoeuvred herself around. He lifted himself up off the mattress slightly as she tugged down his underpants. Her long silky hair brushed his thighs while her mouth found him and she gripped him. Daryl felt as though he was going to explode with pleasure as she sucked and licked all the right places. He was enjoying her tongue a little too much as he lay back flat against the pillow, groaning slightly with the sight of her doing that to him, she turned him on so fucking much, her lips and tongue could drive him crazy. She smiled to herself with what she was doing to him and the physical effect she was having on him as he lightly set his hands on the back of her head and moaned, his hair falling fully over his face. She wanted to make him feel good, so so good. His breathing quickly started to come in ragged breaths while she moved her hand in a steady up and down motion and Sienna found it intently satisfying to feel him spurt suddenly into her mouth with a final deep groan of ecstasy.
"Fuck!" he muttered in a deep gravelly voice as she flicked her long eyelashes up in his direction to watch him jerk the hair out of his eyes and compose himself. He gave her a shy and boyish grin as she crawled up the bed to lie by his side again. A grin she knew he saved only for her at special moments. "Fuck you're good at that, girl," he mumbled again, fixing his eyes on her flushed face and ruffled blonde hair from where his fingers had been tangled up in it.
They laid like that for a few minutes, their breathing filling the room, before Sienna reached sideways to switch on her lamp and find the crumpled packet of cigarettes from her drawer, slowly she put one to her most lips and lit it with a single match from the strip she kept along with them. Sienna wouldn't have dreamed of smoking in bed, or at all even, before the world had changed. Now things were different.
"You got another one of those?" Daryl asked casually, propping himself up on to his elbows.
"Mmm.." Sienna replied and handed him the one in her hand after taking a long drag, changing her mind about wanting a smoke after all.
The carefree smile had disappeared from her face now and she looked more serious. Daryl watched her carefully as he put her smoke to his mouth, and a little concern formed in his narrowing eyes. Something was on her mind now. He knew her too well, the vacant glassy look that was forming in her wide blue eyes together with the way she was fiddling with the edges of her hair signalled something was troubling her. He studied her some more as a silence fell between them. He wondered if he'd done something, or maybe even if it was Carol still, he'd pushed the brief exchange that they'd had about her out of his mind since they'd gotten back, but he couldn't help but think now about what Sienna had said about his friend being secretly in love with him.
But something told him it wasn't Carol. It was something else.
"Summat bothering ya?" he eventually asked after blowing smoke away from her and lowering the cigarette. He wasn't the best at reading women's moods or saying the right thing, he knew that.
"Nah." She hugged her knees to her chest and made a concerted effort to use as breezy tone as she could as she tucked a lock of her blonde hair behind her ear and swallowed dryly. His eyes looked almost sad now, which made her feel sad. Part of her wanted to ask him to stay here with her and not to go back out there the next day. But she knew that wasn't an option. This was bigger than just them. As much as she wanted to shut the rest of the world out right now, he wasn't just hers, she had to share him. He had his own group too, and he had a responsibility to go out there, to do what he could to help restore some sort of civilisation again. He was needed and not just by her. There were still red zones, and the goal was to clear out the infected, to round up the survivors good and bad, and to try and save as many people as possible. That was the goal. But something recently had been making her feel uneasy. Things weren't always as they seemed with the world, she was a journalist she knew that, and right now she had a feeling…just a feeling.
It went quiet.
She lifted her head and held his worried gaze, "I'm just going to miss you that's all."
"I won't be gone long," he replied bluntly, wrinkling his brow.
"I know."
There was another pause. Sienna broke the silence, "Things are changing though, you know, Daryl. Amelia said they are transferring a lot of people out of here. She's not sure where or why yet. I just have this feeling…." she trailed off. She knew anxiety was getting the better of her here, but she'd heard rumours.
Daryl looked into her blinking blue eyes, "I owe these people and so does Rick and Glenn, we're going to help them if we can. We have skills out there that they need," he explained, his eyes were creasing now with both concern, slight confusion and the desire to reassure her. He had gotten his head around the fact that he had found someone to open up to in a way that he had thought that he never could, but he still wasn't quite used to someone caring on this level about him being out there risking his life. He knew how much she loved him now, he loved her too like that. But he had to keep reminding himself that Sienna hadn't been with him since the start. She hadn't been there at the quarry, or at Hershel's farm, or at the prison, terminus, Alexandria….none of it, she had been far far away. She didn't get it in the same way that he did, or that Rick did, or that Maggie and Glenn, Carol and Michonne did. When one or some of them had been out there, there was always a natural concern but there had also been an acceptance too that it was just the way that it had to be now, part of life. They risked their lives on a daily basis.
He studied her form beside him, her hair was hanging in loose messy waves over her bare curves, the smooth skin on her thighs glistened as she continued to grip her knees to her chest. She was so beautiful to him. She gave him so much pleasure, not just in a physical way, she made him feel safe and comfortable and wanted and happy. He didn't want to fuck that up, but he also knew that good things didn't last long for him.
The dim light illuminating the room from the small lamp by the bed flickered and Sienna drew in a heavy breath. She thought back to the person she had been when she had first arrived here and before Daryl had come crashing into her life, she had been a little more focused, slightly lost at times and reckless, but she had been desperate to get out there and make a difference, she had thrown her heart and soul into doing what she had thought was right and into helping the right people, that was what had led her to Daryl in the first place. She had been eager to go outside the safety of the centre here, to find out what was happening. That desire hadn't completely gone, she was still carrying that fire as she saw it, but after the events of the past couple of weeks she suddenly had more reservations. Things were worse than she could have possibly imagined. She had a lot more to lose now.
After losing her family finding love again had been the last thing on her mind, and Daryl had been unexpected, but getting to know him had been exciting and wonderful at the same time. He had fascinated her right from their very first encounter. He had made her see things and people for what they really were, he didn't judge and he was real and alive and here right now. Despite the odds, they were both here again, their hearts were beating, blood was flowing through their veins. They had cheated death. A big side to her wished that time could stand still now. That they could stay here in their own little safe place, peaceful and content in their little house with their dog and chickens and friends near by. Nowhere was exactly like it had been before the infection, but here was as safe as anywhere could be. They had a comfortable bed, electricity and hot running water, there was food and medicine and most importantly there was hope. The glimmer of a future in sight. But Sienna knew Daryl well enough now to know that he wasn't the type to turn down an adventure, a chance to be of help if he could, he was carrying the fire too and he would put himself in the path of danger to help others again and again. That was just who he was.
She also knew that deep down he still felt as though on some level his life just wasn't as valuable as other peoples.
But some day she vowed, she would change that!
A/N - Thanks so much for reading! Please review if you can, would mean a lot! Next chapter up soon.