Daryl's embrace was like a coat of armour protecting Kate from everything bad that lurked outside of the bed and their hidden cabin. She nestled her head in his arm and groaned at the desperate feeling in her bladder that she'd been trying to suppress but was now uncontrollable. As she swept one leg out of bed, he kissed her neck and pulled her even closer. She could feel him hard against her back and wondered where he got the energy after what he had managed last night.

"You're an animal Daryl Dixon…" she admonished him playfully.

"Whatcha expect when ya look like this?" Daryl cupped her breasts in his hands and gave them a light squeeze.

"I need to go to the… little girls room…" was there anything more unsexy than admitting that? Probably not.

Daryl groaned and slapped her arse playfully as she climbed out of bed, "why'd we have to waste time sleepin' eatin' an pissin'?" he grinned and stretched out like a starfish.

Daryl waited a few minutes literally twiddling his thumbs before deciding to follow Kate out of the room like her obedient dog. He didn't want to let her out of his sight in case she changed her mind about things and he just didn't want to let her out of his sight in general. He was a man obsessed.

Daryl found his jeans on the living room floor and threw them on before stepping outside of the cabin. He spotted Kate walking back from her toilet break wearing his shirt. His stomach jumped in excitement. Damn, what was so hot about a woman in a nothing but a man's shirt? He'd never had a woman wear his dirty old shirts and he liked it, maybe a little too much. He hopped down the front step, "ya stealin' my shirt woman? I'm gonna need that…"

"You're going to take the clothes off my back?"

"Ya leavin' me wi' no choice."

Kate put her hand on her hip and struck a sexy little pose that made him even harder than he already was, "you're just jealous that it looks better on me than it does on you," she pouted.

"Reckon you'll look better outta it…"

Kate bit her lip while she seductively ran her hands down his shirt and then her thighs. "Come and get it then…" she challenged him as she took several steps backwards. Daryl slowly edged towards her and felt his heart thud in excitement. What was she playing at? He felt like a teenager again.

They both observed each other waiting to see who would move first. Her big brown eyes betrayed nothing and just as he was about to leap forward Kate bolted left fleeing around the outside of the lake house in shrieks of laughter.

Damn, she was fast and every step she took hitched his shirt and gave him a racy little glimpse of her pert ass. Fuck, he could watch her running like that any day of the week. He almost didn't want to catch her. Probably couldn't under usual circumstances since the woman was in great shape, goddamn he was no kind of runner. Lucky for him her laughter was making her breathless and eventually slowed her down enabling him to outmanoeuvre her onto the jetty.

Kate stood at the end of the plank with her arms in the air. Her face was flushed and her hair completely wild. He drank in the sight of her and it occurred to him again that this woman was in love with him.

"Ya got yerself in quite the precarious position darlin'," he toyed with her as he took a step onto the end of the wooden boards, the squeak of the wood reminded him of last night's activities. This place would have been perfect if it didn't have such a damned squeaky bed. He thought they might attract walkers from miles around at the sound of it, that didn't stop him.

"I surrender…" she panted.

Daryl raised his eyebrows and licked his lips as he walked towards her. He picked her up bridal style before holding her over the edge of the jetty, "I don't take no prisoners," he rasped down her ear and motioned to throw her in the icy water.

Kate squealed like a banshee and he laughed as he nuzzled her neck, "Just messin'… ain't wantin' to get my shirt wet…"

In truth he'd only just managed to get her to love him he wasn't so confident to throw her into a freezing cold lake. Just yet. Plus Kate was the type of woman who would probably hold a serious grudge. So instead he let his balls do the thinking and carried her back into the house to enjoy one more use of that squeaky bed before they had to go home.

Daryl threw Kate on the bed, butterflies flew around her tummy excitedly at the sudden motion and she laughed. She leaned on her elbows as she watched him drop his jeans. There was something so erotic to her at the sight of that. She blushed at the sight of his manhood, hard and uncontrollable. Sweet Jesus, he was unstoppable. Kate felt the wetness between her legs as her body anticipated him.

He grabbed her waist and flipped her over, hiked the shirt up her thighs and over her arse. Then he reached down between her legs and stroked her. After last night she had been sure she could never come again, she'd been so well and truly spent. But as he touched her she found herself desperate. Kate buried her face in the sheet as she floated away, giving herself into the sensation.

One hand gripped her hip and she felt his hardness easing inside of her, inch by inch. Daryl let out a satisfied groan when he was in all the way and Kate held her breath. It felt so deep when he entered her like this, like he was running her completely through. He started to move slowly at first, excruciatingly slow.

Kate slipped her hand underneath herself to continue what Daryl had started and his hands found her breasts as he pulled her upwards and towards him so she was sitting on his knees. He kissed her neck and pushed her hair over one shoulder before resting his chin on her, watching her pleasure herself as he continued to bury himself deep within her.

The familiar feeling started to overtake her and her breathing became more drawn out. Daryl pinched her nipple and nibbled her ear, the extra sensations were too much to bear. Kate's body shuddered as she fell apart and out of Daryl's arms onto the mattress. He followed her down and pushed himself in her hard as he found his own climax. She felt him throb and spill himself inside her and pushed away her niggling doubts. Good lord, she needed this more than something that might never even happen.

"We could probably live out 'ere… just th' two of us…." Daryl whispered while he stroked his hands along her back as she lay on top of him.

"The thought did occur," Kate tilted her head up to look at him and smiled. It was a nice idea. In truth she wasn't sure how much longer she could spend all alone with the redneck and his insatiable appetite, he had devoured her completely and she was feeling sore in all the right places.

"If shit happens… we could find each other 'ere."

Kate pressed her nose against his chest and breathed in the musky smell that told the story of a night and morning of passion. "We won't need it."

"But if we did…" he kissed the top of her head.

Kate sat up on her elbow to look at him again, "if we did need it I would likely never find the bloody place…"

Daryl grinned and squeezed her arse, "you can drive us back then, memorise the route."

Kate climbed out of the bed and realised he meant for her to be in charge of his motorcycle, "Have you lost your mind?" she called to him from the living room as she pulled on her trousers. Then she inspected her own shirt which was unsalvageable from Daryl ripping it apart last night. Kate held it up to him with a look of mock disgust on her face and he raised his eyebrows mischievously.

"Recon you'll have to wear mine after all," he kissed her neck and together they gathered the rest of their belongings and headed outside. Kate couldn't help but grin at the sight of Daryl shirtless under his leather vest. Maybe instead of just forgoing sleeves he should forgo shirts all together? She laughed under her breath deciding the women of Alexandria would certainly appreciate that.

Daryl stood by his bike and gestured for her to climb on first and she shook her head. "I'll be ready for ya this time," he laughed "yer gonna need to learn fer when ya get yer own."

"Definitely not!" What was he thinking? Maybe all the shagging had made him lose the plot.

Daryl ran his hands through his hair and smirked, "ya scared?" he mocked her as he pulled her unceremoniously on to the bike.

"Literally anything else would be better..." Kate huffed. Before turning her head and smiling sweetly, "if you teach me to fish and ride a motorcycle… what exactly will I need you for Mr Dixon?"

He swept the hair from her neck and kissed her tenderly, the hair on his chin scraping behind the tickly kisses, "I can think of somethin'."

Daryl's reasons for teaching Kate to ride a bike were simple in that there was nothing hotter than a woman on a bike. He'd always had this idea of a sexy motorcycle riding fantasy woman, Kate was the sexiest woman he'd ever laid a hand on so he figured he might as well make his dream come true. Although as they stopped and started, swerved and stalled, it became clear that the little brunette wasn't exactly a natural.

"Damn woman, I might wanna get back home 'fore Christmas…" Daryl teased her as they crept along the road at snail's pace.

"Well you only have yourself to blame Daryl Dixon," she admonished him before pulling over and clambering off. He tried not to laugh as she went into full Miss Uppity mode with her wild glare and pointing finger. "This really isn't for me… we can't all be as cool as you… some of us…"

A walker stumbled out of the treeline. Kate drew her sword and decapitated it, the head slid to floor with a wet thud smashing like an overripe melon. Daryl chuckled darkly at the sight of her killing the walker mid conversation like she was simply swatting a fly, life now was so fuckin' weird. More dead started to filter through the trees and he realised the driving lessons were over. At least for today. He slid forward in the seat and waited for her to join him.

Before long they were waiting as the gate of Alexandria was pulled open. His eyes met with Spencers and for a split second he considered running the asshole over. Instead he steered his motorcycle through the gate and Kate hopped off the back. "I'm going to go check in with Zach," she said as she began to walk away. He suddenly began to panic. Now they were back in Alexandria he worried that their nice little bubble was about to burst.

"Come 'ere" Daryl pulled her closer to him and into a passionate kiss for all to see. "Yer mine woman," he said with a smirk. He slowly rubbed his thumb over her bottom lip, "don't go changin ya damn mind or I might have ta tie ya to that big ol' brass bed an change it right back…"

"Mr Dixon… you are primeval," she grinned and pulled herself from his grasp. He slapped her sweet ass as she walked away and then headed for Aarons garage to drop his motorcycle off.

Spencer's expression hardened as he watched Kate and Daryl's happy little display. He fucking hated that stupid redneck. He closed the gate and abandoned his post to go and find Erin. He spotted her potting around in her front garden and glared at her when she noticed him. Useless woman couldn't do one little thing right.

"You didn't keep your side of the bargain…" he whispered furiously, motioning her to move out of eye sight and earshot of the street.

"I tried… please don't tell anyone…" she begged him like she always did.

"I don't know how much longer I should keep your dirty little secrets," he threatened. In truth, he had no real interest in divulging anything to anyone, at least not yet. If he did then he would have nobody to blackmail.

"I'll do better next time…"

At her words Spencer flashed his million dollar smile, "we'll see won't we?" As he walked away from Erin he headed home rather than back to any stupid guard duties. He didn't know who Rick thought he was telling everyone what to do. They had been managing just fine before he arrived.

He stood in his apartment and looked across the street to Kate's house. He could see her in the kitchen talking to her little friend. He clenched his fist trying to decide what his next move was to be.

Kate infuriated him by choosing someone like Daryl over him. She would regret that decision, he would make sure of it. She had humiliated him at the party, talking to him like that in front of everyone. Who the hell did she think she was? Now he saw people sniggering at him when they thought he wasn't looking, he heard the whispers, she'd turned him into a pariah.

Spencer wanted to repay the favour and find a way to embarrass her, to hurt her, he wanted that as much as he wanted to fuck her. It was a matter of principle now. He was used to getting his own way. His parent's money and influence always made sure of that. Now money was worthless and his parents' influence was rapidly diminishing.

His eyes caught sight of the pride and prejudice book which he had found for Kate. He picked it up and ran his fingers over the spine. A slow smile crept across his lips as he grabbed a pen and began writing an inscription on the inside of the cover, "I'm sorry for any distress I have caused you, please forgive me, Spencer."

He hopped down the stairs and ran across the street to Kate's house and placed the book on her door step before ringing the bell and walking away. He heard her front door swing open and forced himself not to look back. He'd catch more bees with honey. Maybe next time Erin would succeed in his plot and Ms Ashwood would come crawling into his bed.