Chapter Info
Title: Pleasure's All Yours
Number: 50/?
Warnings: Sexual content, angst, language, bloog
Author's Note: Happy chapter 50, everyone! I have a question: if I were to write an AU story of Amaleen and Daryl, which one would you rather see?
A) Amaleen never left Daryl and so they've been together this whole time and into the apocalypse, but Alex still dies.
B) A happens, but Alex lives.
C) It's the same story as this, but with Alex alive.
If you reply, thank you very much! And thanks for reading! Comments are love!
While Amaleen was sitting there in his lap, she managed to get herself and her feelings relaxed. Of course, Daryl had absolutely everything to do with that. When they had stopped kissing, she lay there silently against his chest while his fingers softly moved through her hair and down her back, his other one settled gently against her belly. It was like Jellybean knew its daddy was there, because it began to flutter nonstop inside her belly and she couldn't help but eventually smile. Already their child knew Daryl, knew its daddy, knew its protector. She knew Daryl couldn't feel the fluttering because he would've said something, but she could and between that and his touches, she became calm, eyes closing and laying languidly against him, body relaxed.
With her body and mind relaxed, she managed to get herself under control. The next time she saw the others, she didn't want to be a terrified and weepy woman that they saw her as earlier. She wanted to be as she was, strong and in charge of her emotions and thoughts. In this world, there wasn't room for fear and uncertainty. You had to be strong and you had to be a fighter to survive. Amaleen knew that's who she was, but that nightmare lingered on her mind. The feelings and effects of it wouldn't ever go away, it changed her a bit, but she would put on that face and be who she needed to be for the sake of the others, for the sake of her survival.
After the kiss, the truck had stayed silent other than the occasional sigh as Amaleen or Daryl shifted, and the sound of the wind and the truck's tires on the pavement. Normally somebody was talking, but the silence was comfortable and Amaleen didn't have enough energy to do anything more anyway. A couple times she felt herself nodding off, but then her body jerked itself awake as the memory of the nightmare. That wasn't something she ever wanted to experience again, so she tried to make herself forget that it ever happened, that the wound on her shoulder was from a simple accident on a run and there was nobody else involved. She would rather believe that she accidentally shot herself than remember that man anymore.
When her body jerked, Daryl's fingers became more soothing in her hair and across her back. Gently, "Shh, baby," left his mouth, soft enough that she could barely hear it even sitting right there in his lap with him. Amaleen flickered her eyes open, deciding that keeping them closed wasn't such a good idea. She didn't want to accidentally fall asleep without realizing it and have the nightmare all over again, though with Daryl's arms there around her, she was certain that the nightmare wouldn't come to her easily. His arms always protected her from anything that would hurt her, and feeling them there as she slept, even subconsciously she would know that she was safe and he wouldn't let anything happen to her.
Amaleen was startled out of her thoughts when she heard a single beep ahead of them, coming from Rick's van. Carol began to slow down with the rest of them and pulled up to a stop, turning off the truck so they didn't waste gas by just idling there. She glanced back at them and smiled softly before climbing from the truck, leaving the couple alone at last. The brunette sighed and gingerly pulled herself away from Daryl's body, or at least she tried but his grip held fast and she turned to gaze up at him questioningly.
"Don't go too far away," he murmured and the fact that she could still see his fear made her heart clench tight. Now that she relaxed, she managed to smile softly without making it look like a wince and she nodded, leaning in closer to him again to press her lips against his gently.
"I won't. I can't..." She shook her head and kissed him again, seeing his grim nod before they both slid from their separate sides of the car. She jumped in surprise as she realized that Rick was standing close by and he quickly pulled her into a tight hug.
"Going to be okay?"
She nodded against his shoulder and sighed. "I'll be okay. It was just a little bad dream."
Rick frowned and pulled back, hands moving to her shoulders. "It's okay to have nightmares. It happens, this world is tough."
"But I can't have nightmares, can't act like this. People need me." The flickered look up to his eyes told him that she meant Jellybean, more than anybody, her baby needed her. It was depending on her to live, and she refused to fail it. She wanted to make it happy, raise it to know how much it was loved, and to know how wonderful its big brother was. She wanted to give it so much more than what they had now, and maybe someday all of the walkers would be dead and they could try and make the world what it used to be, or at least begin the process for the future generations to live as the world once had.
"Nobody thinks any less of you for having nightmares. We've all had them, even I have. It doesn't make you weak, it means that you can survive anything." Amaleen still didn't know if she believed him, but she smiled at him gratefully as she hugged him again. Daryl had rounded the end of the truck by then and she was passed from Rick over to Daryl, hugging her lover tightly and sighing against his chest. Rick nodded to Daryl over her head and when she wasn't looking, his face fell into a look of deep concern. He was worried about her, more than he ever was before. The dark circles under her eyes and the tremble deep in her body that she tried so hard not to show them how much it effected her. She was easy to read, at least for Rick and Daryl, and it was clear that if the gunshot didn't mess with her head, than the nightmares she was getting because of it certainly did. All they could do at that point was just be there for her, and both of them knew that as far as that went, they would never let her down.
Being out of the truck and walking around, talking with the others, actually made her feel better. They were all still giving her sympathetic looks which is exactly what she had been trying to avoid, but as the minutes passed the looks did as well. Adie had put a hand against her forehead when they saw each other just to make sure she didn't have a fever, and smiled when Amaleen assured her that she was okay.
"Let's just get things back to normal, it was no big deal, I'll be fine." She smiled at her and patted her shoulder, avoiding any questions the blonde wanted to throw her way, before heading over to check on Judith and Carl in the backseat of the van. Carl was just climbing back in from his bathroom break and was trying to make a bottle for Judith, but the powder fell half over his hands. He frowned and Amaleen laughed, climbing in next to him to help him out.
"How can this be so difficult?" he wondered, watching as she flawlessly poured the powder into the bottle, mixed in some water, and started shaking it up.
Amaleen grinned over at him as she tested it real quick and decided that it was as warm as it was going to get before handing it over to him. "Ya just need practice," she said, sitting down on the floor of the van, crossing her legs under her as she watched Carl reach over to feed Judith who was settled back into her carseat. "Took me awhile to get the hang of it, too. At least you're not half asleep at two o'clock in the mornin' 'n realizin' you're pourin' orange juice in the formula instead of water."
She winked at him as he looked up, causing him to laugh. "You didn't really do that, did you?"
"Only once," she said with a sigh. "I didn't notice it until Alex was spitting it out 'n I could smell it." She snickered and shook her head fondly, if a bit sad. Carl went silent for a moment as he watched Judith drink greedily before he looked over at Amaleen, his expression sad.
"What was he like?" he asked gently. "Alex, I mean. Was he nice?"
Amaleen opened her mouth to speak when she felt a presence behind her. She glanced up and saw Rick and Daryl standing there and she couldn't read the expression on Daryl's face, but he put a hand on her shoulder and gave her a single nod. The times she brought Alex up, he always changed the subject. It seemed that he was getting better, or at least he wasn't going to stop her from answering Carl's questions.
Looking back to him, she nodded, reaching over to smooth Judith's short, wispy hair away from her face. "He was amazin'," she said softly, smiling at the brother and sister. "I think you two would've been friends. He was nice ta everyone he met, no matter if they were nice ta him'r not. 'N he always made everyone smile 'n laugh because he was always doin' it. Ya just couldn't be upset around him at all. Sad, angry... He wouldn't rest until you felt better. Even towards the end, my momma 'n I would just sit in his room cryin'. See he didn't like bein' in the hospital, even though he always was smilin', I could just tell. S'once we know that he was goin'," Daryl's hand tightened on her shoulder and she reached up to grip his fingers, "then we moved him back home. But me 'n my momma would sit there cryin' 'n he would wake up outta a deep sleep 'n tell us ta stop. S'like he knew. 'N it always worked, too." She gave a small chuckle and looked up to see Carl studying her, having stopped feeding Judith for a moment before starting again. "He would be ten now, just a little bit younger'n you."
"Wished I could've met him," he said softly, nodding as Judith finished off the bottle and Carl picked her up to burp her.
"Me, too, kid," Daryl said roughly from behind them. Amaleen looked up again and was surprised to see that his face was crumpled in pain. That was what he had been trying to avoid, whether feeling it or showing it, and she hated that it was there because of her. Guilt really was the worst judge because she had so much of it for so many things. Leaving and keeping Alex a secret was just the start of it and truly she knew that it would always be there between it, she could never make it better or make it up to him. His son is dead and he never met him because of her. This baby was just a new chapter in their lives that they had to work with, and it wouldn't make up for Alex, but it was something she could give back to him to prove that she never stopped loving him.
"Few more minutes," Rick said quietly and she glanced up at him, too. "We're about half-way to our first check point." He, too, squeezed her shoulder before leaning over to take Judith from her brother allowing Carl to get a quick drink of water.
Once they were ready to go, Daryl gestured Carol to the driver's seat again and climbed into the back with Amaleen. She scooted closer and kissed his cheek, smiling at him gently. "I'm okay now, baby, really." He studied her silently before shaking his head, not saying a word, and pulling her into his lap. She sighed, but didn't argue, knowing that he wouldn't be swayed and quite frankly she enjoyed long car rides so much more curled up in his lap.
.x.x.x.x.
It was nearly dark when they finally got to a small town in central Pennsylvania called Richardton. It was a one-stoplight sort of town and just about free of any walkers save for a couple they could see moving around in nearby buildings. The cars all pulled up out in the middle of town so they could decide where they would like to go. There was a general store with what looked like apartments above it, there was a bank—which brought back memories of South Carolina for most of them—a restaurant, a library, city hall, and then the houses all lay beyond that. Amaleen stood next to Daryl, both of them with their weapons out and ready just in case anything or anyone came up to them. His hand was on the small of her back, keeping her slightly behind him as he used his other hand to keep his crossbow raised.
"We should clear out a house again," Rick said, his eyes narrowed as he looked around at the buildings, hands on his hips. "We could raid the buildings to see if there's anything we can take. I don't want to stay in them, though, it's too open. The houses will be easier to stay. We can take a day or two here depending on what we find. Biggest things we're looking for are food and baby supplies. I think we should stay at this one." He pointed to the nearest house and clearly the biggest. It had a ratty American flag outside it and dead flowerbeds that looked like they were once beautiful. It was right next to city hall and she had a feeling it was probably the old mayor's house or something. Either way it was larger than any house Amaleen has ever been in and she tried not to get too excited as they started heading for it. Glenn, Carol, and Rick all got back in the cars to move them in front of the house, backing them in just like always, and the others slowly headed over to keep a watch for anything.
Inside it was just as grand as Amaleen expected and her mouth actually dropped open in shock. Long staircase up to a second floor there in the two-story foyer. Everything was white even the ceiling and railing, and the floors were white marble. There was a crystal chandelier above their heads and there was a doorway on each side of the foyer opening into a hallway. She could see a dining room on one side and a lounge on the other. Clearly there was much more house to see, but they were interrupted from gawking when they heard a groan and a walker came stumbling in from the dining room. Daryl yanked Amaleen behind him before quickly bringing up the crossbow and getting the walker between the eyes. It fell at their feet and Amaleen frowned, seeing splatters against the pristine wall behind it.
"Split up," Rick said. "Same groups from Hamilton. Daryl, Amaleen, and I will take upstairs. Glenn, Maggie, and Adie you stay down here. Carl, I'm going to have you stay down here with Judith, but stay close to the doors and yell out if you hear anything so someone can come to you. Beth and Carol, see if there's a basement or an attic and if there is, search them, shouldn't take as much time as the other floors. Once we're all done, meet back here and we'll get set up. And nobody is to be left alone in a room, not for even a second. Always together."
Everybody nodded and broke up into their groups. Maggie, Glenn, and Maggie broke off to the dining room. Carl sat down with Judith on her belly on the floor and gave her a couple toys for some tummy time. Carl and Beth went looking for a basement door, which was probably in the kitchen so that's what they went looking for. And Amaleen followed Rick and Daryl up the stairs. Of course they kept her behind them because she only had one arm to work with and defend herself. Even if she had both arms, they probably would've still done that anyway knowing her boys.
There were so many doors along the upstairs hallway which gently curved in a half-moon type style. Daryl was sneering at it slightly and she wasn't sure if he thought it was too extravagant or if he was jealous, but she could tell the moment they even spotted the house that it wasn't him. Each room was still furnished, though, and looked to be in order. There wasn't even any clothes thrown around, and the beds were made. Clearly nobody had been in there since everything happened and the walker they took out downstairs was probably the owner of the house. Faintly she remembered seeing no bites meaning he died of natural causes and turned, so he had probably been older. That didn't make it any less depressing. Luckily they weren't finding any other walkers, though, at least not in the bedrooms. In the bathroom there was a walker in the tub that had no legs—and they still yanked her away from it anyway—so it just reached for them and got the taste of Daryl's arrow.
About half an hour later, they decided that it was clear and headed back downstairs. Carl was still with Judith where they left him, but she was asleep curled up on the blanket and he was reading a comic book. Maggie, Glenn, and Adie came back in soon after followed by Carol and Beth. Maggie had a smear of blood on her cheek and she said, "There was one in the library. Teenager." She frowned and Amaleen perked up for a moment.
"There's a library?" she wondered with excitement and Daryl scoffed at her. She nudged him and gave him an exasperated, amused look. "Hush, you, I like ta read." He rolled his eyes and she gave him a pressed lip, narrowed eyed look before turning her eyes back to the others. "I think we should get the three of them out ta the back yard 'n burn 'em." She told the others about the one they found in the bathroom as well. Together they got to work to get rid of the bodies and burn them. While some of them were doing that, the others worked on looking around the kitchen and pantry to find stuff that they could make for dinner as well as to take with them. Amaleen wanted to help Rick and Daryl with the bodies, but Glenn quietly pointed out her arm so she frowned and went to help Carol and Beth make food. Maggie and Adie were working on bringing in some other supplies.
"I can't believe this works," Carol said in awe as the flames burst over the burners on the stove. Amaleen grinned and grabbed some of the pans that were hanging above them.
"Probably gas," she said as she tried the kitchen lights and saw they weren't working, which meant the electricity wasn't on. But having the stove itself working was the best thing Amaleen had seen since they lost the docks a couple weeks ago because that meant they could have hot food instead of luke warm. Amaleen grinned and held the can of frank and beans she had, using the can opener to get into it. She emptied that into one pan and some corn into another. It wasn't the best combination, but it was better than having fruit with it.
"Look what I found!" Beth exclaimed as she walked out of the pantry where she and Carl were sorting through food. "Corn bread mix, all we need to do is add water. And we can actually bake it!" Amaleen's eyes lit up; corn bread was some of her favorite, especially with frank and beans or chili dogs. She made the best corn bread from scratch, at least she used to, but beggars couldn't be choosers. Having it would be better than not having it. The trick for moist corn bread was adding extra butter, but if there was any in the fridge, it would definitely not be any good.
Eagerly she found a mixing bowl and a pan to start mixing it all together, pouring it into the pan, and handing it over to Carol to put into the oven. Amaleen was more excited for dinner than she had been in a long time and so she decided to find dishes and utensils to put around the table in the dining room. It would easily seat twenty people so they could all crowd around it without a problem. She would make sure Rick would get the head of the table with herself and Daryl on his right, Maggie and Glenn on his left, and Carol, Adie, Beth, and Carl around them. By then Judith would still be sleeping—hopefully, she thought —so they could put her car seat up next to them to watch her. It wasn't a huge banquet, but it was a good meal and by the time the guys were done burning the walkers, they were already setting out the steaming piles of food.
"Ya made corn bread?" Daryl asked, eyes lighting up as he looked over the dishes. Amaleen grinned and nodded, leading him for his seat next to Rick and sitting him down.
"Not as good as my cornbread," she told him with a wink.
"Nothin' ever is," he said as he remembered having it with a lot of their meals.
Amaleen giggled. "But it's better than not having it, right?" He nodded quickly. "Now go ahead 'n start, Rick is just grabbin' Judith ta bring in." She gave him a kiss and while he spooned some frank and beans, and some corn onto his plate, she cut up the corn bread and gave him a piece, watching with a smile as her hunter dug in.
.x.x.x.x.
The master bedroom was given to Rick, Carl, and Judith while the others all wandered to find their own. Amaleen and Daryl wound up in one that was obviously once a guest room, but it was about as big as the trailer they had lived in together when they first were together. Daryl looked mighty uncomfortable and out of place amongst the plush furnishings and frilly linens, but Amaleen all but jumped on the bed as they closed the door up behind them. She grinned as she sunk into the fluffy duvet, careful of her shoulder, but rolling until she was curled up on her stomach. She rubbed her nose into the pillow, wishing they could take all this stuff with them, but it would be highly impractical for survival.
Her eye snuck open as she felt the edge of the bed dip and saw that Daryl was sitting there next to her, studying her. She reached out to grab his arm, pulling him closer to her as she turned on her back. She tried to get him over top of her, but he hesitated, eyes flickering to from hers to her stomach, shoulder, and back to her emerald hues watching him closely. He looked away, but she reached up to cup his cheek, struggling to use her elbow and hip to sit herself up, frowning as she forced his eyes back to her own. Fear, guilt, sadness... God, would he ever stop feeling all that self-loathing for stuff that was out of his control? Probably not, she thought sadly, knowing him, even as much as she wanted him to.
"Ya know ya won't hurt me, right? M'not gonna break because you're kissin' me."
"You're already hurt," he mumbled.
"By a bullet." He winced. "That you didn't shoot. M'hurt 'cause'a the asshole that shot me. 'N ya saved me. S'many times ya saved me, Daryl. I owe s'much ta ya." He mumbled something else that she couldn't hear and he didn't move, just continued to stare down at his fingers. Amaleen sighed and tugged his hands out of his laps, moving to press closer to his side and nuzzled her face against his neck. "I love ya, ya know that, right?"
She felt him sigh and gingerly he looked up at her. "I know," he muttered. "Can feel it." He looked away again as if the words embarrassed him and she grinned, leaning over to kiss his cheek. "I love ya, too."
Amaleen hummed and kissed along his cheek to his jaw and then neck, hearing him sigh under her ministrations. Her arm wrapped around his back and she tugged him closer to her. "I can feel it, too," she whispered, managing to get a smile on his lips. It was beautiful and she couldn't help but tug him closer. "Please, Daryl. I need you. Everythin's real shitty right now. We don't know if we're gonna make it 'til tomorrow. 'N I need ya, tonight."
"Am..."
"Daryl, please. I'll beg ya if I need ta."
Daryl let out a shaky breath, almost helpless because she knew how much she was effecting him. She didn't even need to be touching him to know, she could just look at him, watch his facial expressions or the way his body tensed up. It was rather humbling to her watching such a man react that way to her, be effected in the way that he was when they were close to each other. She would never take it for granted, but when he was willing to offer it up, she was never going to dishonor him by denying or belittling him.
"Goddamn it, woman," he groaned. "I don't wanna hurtcha." But his arms reaching around to tug her over into his lap, before their lips met in a furious clash of lips, teeth, and tongue. She moaned against him, her body immediately responding as her knees landed on either side of his hips, her thighs squeezing him as she ground against him, good arm wrapping around his shoulders tightly.
"Nobody said I hafta be the one layin' down." She grinned as her back arched against him as his fingers ran up and gripped her dark hair, a shutter running down her body and she started pushing him back for the bed that lay behind him. He still hesitated for a moment before he followed her lead, allowing her to push him back against the feather-soft pillows and duvet behind them.
She crawled with him, keeping astride so that once he was laid down completely, she was hovering over him, her good hand pressed against his chest. Pulling back for a second, she looking down at him, lips swollen and red from his kisses, but her focus was on him. He was absolutely beautiful with his dark hair a striking contrast against the white of the bedding, his skin discolored from dirt. But she didn't care if he had dipped himself in mud and then tried to touch her, she would always want him. Pulling her bottom lip up between her teeth, she grinned down at him and scooted down so she sat on his thighs. He hissed softly and she knew the motion against his hard length is what caused the sound, and she soothed him quickly with kiss to his shoulder blade, right over the tiny X tattoo that he always joked "marked his spot." His smirk after that always made her roll her eyes and scoff, but she knew from being with him for so long that he was telling the truth.
He gasped against her as she rained kisses across his skin, fingers moving to his shirt and beginning to unbutton it. It was a bit awkward with only one hand, only getting a couple buttons open, when she had a great idea. Smirking against his skin, she slowly slid down his chest that she had revealed. While in most cases she was a bit self-conscious, she knew damn well that she was good with lips and teeth and tongue; she could prove it with the sounds that he was making, which were music to her ears. Eyes flickering up to his, her good arm kept her hovering above him, she caught his gaze so he would watch exactly what she was doing. The smirk on her face widened and slowly she began her trek down his body, using teeth and tongue to pop the buttons from their holes. She watched his mouth drop open and he let out a deep, guttural moan that broke out into a growl that she knew he normally wouldn't have done considering the others were nearby. So the fact that for that moment, she made him lose that precious control, it thrilled every part of her and she wiggled against his thighs, feeling heat pooling between her legs as she thought about doing it again.
She moved slowly, letting her lips caress his chest as she went, and she felt him moan every time she did it. Another glance up saw that he had let his head fall back against the pillow and quick, rough breaths of air were puffing from between his lips. Oh fuck, she groaned. It was such an erotic sight, the kind of situation she wished she had a camera for. She did that a couple times and he always hated it, got so embarrassed, but she loved to be able to look at him later to see what she did to him. She had thrown them out after she left because it was too painful to see—especially because she had been able to pick out the one where he had gotten her pregnant—but now more than ever, more than she wished for anything from the old world, she wished for a camera.
"Where the fuck didja learn ta do that?" he groaned, picking his head up again to look at her.
She raised her eyebrow and paused at the next to last button, making him grunt in annoyance, and she sat up a little bit. "Do ya really want me ta answer that question?"
He paused, eyes narrowing for a second as he frowned, before he scoffed and glanced away. "Probably not."
"Good choice." The absolute last thing she wanted to do while she was unbuttoning his shirt to have sex with him was discuss the sexual encounters—the very very few, but still present—that she had while they were apart. The fact she still remembered the man's name was more than enough for her, but he was an oral person more than penetration so she learned stuff from him. Before she wanted to forget, but she supposed it was coming in handy.
Pushing those thoughts way far away, back to the recesses of her mind that she didn't even consciously know even existed anymore, she went back to work on the last couple of buttons. They popped open easily and she sat back up, grinning down at him as she pushed the garment away with her good arm, helping him shrug it off, before pulling it off and tossing it behind her. Her hands darted towards his belt and pants next, but as she tugged at them to get them off, her lips descended back to his chest and she trekked her way across the expanse of it, playing special mind to his special spot on his neck and his nipples, which had him arching off the bed.
"Baby, not gonna last long," he groaned and she couldn't help but snicker against him. Sitting up, she simply shook her head and finally just tugged everything off his body. As she figured, he had no boxers on—it was hard to find wearable ones during the apocalypse, that went for her bra and panties, too, of which she had none on—so she was left still clothed with a beautiful, sexy, naked Daryl at her mercy underneath her.
His eyes were hooded and dark with lust, sweat clinging to his chest and forehead and she smiled as she rocked herself back against his hard length. She could tell the feel of her rough jeans against his naked, throbbing skin made him that much more sensitive and he squirmed, the high whimper he let out making her grin deepen. Those were her favorite sounds, she decided, the ones he let out when he was losing control.
"Get those fuckin' clothes off already," he growled, trying to pretend he was still in charge and that he hadn't just whimpered, his cheeks actually were pink, so if it would make him make those noises again, she would relent and allow him to think he was in charge.
"These clothes?" she murmured, taking one of his hands with hers and pressing it to her breast. He groaned and nodded, and she watched with delight as that "I'm still in charge despite the fact I'm on the bottom and I just whimpered" attitude faded and she took advantage of that, making his fingers squeeze her. She groaned and her head fell back so he took over, his other hand joining the one she put there making the fabric of her shirt scratch against sensitive nipples, her body squirming and she realized how he felt after she moved against his length.
Taking a hand away, she kissed his fingers and sat up more, keeping her eyes locked on his as she began to tug her shirt up...and realized her sling was in the way. Not wanting to draw too much attention to it because that would stop him in his tracks, she leaned down to kiss him, distracting him with her lips as she reached up with her good hand to untie the sling at the top, wincing slightly for a millisecond, before getting the knot undone and tossing it aside. It was actually a bit of a relief not to feel that scratching at her neck; she could only hope that Daryl wouldn't be focusing too much on the bandage marring her shoulder. Luckily it wasn't dotted with blood, Adie did a good job stitching her up and stopping the bleeding.
Sitting back again, she tugged her shirt off, closing her eyes in pain only in that second she knew her shirt was over her face and he couldn't see it, before tossing it behind her. Of course, just as she feared, Daryl's eyes zeroed right in on the bandage there taped to her skin. His jaw clenched and for a moment she feared he would push her away and try to make her lay down. But she captured his lips again, silently begging him not to do that, she needed him far too much. It was consuming her mind, body, and soul and she just wanted to cry with the thought of giving it up right then.
Quickly, while he was still distracted, she scooted out of her pants as quick as she could, even though she used both hands and it killed her shoulder. But it was a small price to pay to be able to feel him inside her once again. She only broke away once she was completely bare, wiggling herself up his body until her hips were pressed against his. Daryl groaned loudly as she ground against him, her bottom lip pulling up between her teeth as she gazed at him. She took his hands again, both of them in hers like she knew she shouldn't do and he opened his mouth to argue, but she placed them on her breasts before putting one on his chest to keep herself up. The other one she reached down between them to take him in her fingers, stroking him a couple times before she slowly began to take him inside her.
"Oh fuck," he groaned, his head falling back again and his whole body went tense. She could see he was trying to get himself under control, but the muscles strained in his arms, legs, and torso. Her own body wasn't helping, moving slowly as she took him inside, eyes squeezing shut, clenching around him and feeling him get even more tense. Muscles were strained as she kept herself up, her fingers digging into his skin while his squeezed her breasts before moving down to her hips, deciding to help her guide along until she was all the way down, hips pressed tightly together. It felt like it had been forever since they made love, but she supposed part of her was still used to the fact that in their first relationship, they had sex nearly every day after they first started.
It didn't take her too long to get herself used to him being inside her again, and with the help of his hands on her hips, she guided herself up and down his length. She would pick herself up and just drop herself down, her moans growing in octave as she did so while his body became more and more strained. It was quite the sight to see and she wasn't sure if he wanted her to go faster, or if he was trying to hold himself back from coming so quickly. Probably a little bit of both.
"Least we don't need a condom anymore," she said huskily, grinning down at him as he gave her a look and scoffed, but she chose then to drop back down onto him and so that scoff quickly became a loud moan. Grinning and with her fingers clenching into the skin of his chest, she picked herself up all the way and began to crete a quick rhythm, dropping back down so their hips clashed together and the sound of skin slapping together reached their ears. She moved his hands back to her breasts and pressed them there, deciding that she absolutely loved them there with how much they ached from her pregnancy.
"Gonna make me come if ya go s'fast," Daryl groaned.
"That's kinda the point, baby." Her voice was just a pant and soon she began moving even quicker, clenching around him all wet and warm, her body begging to let it happen. But she wouldn't come without him, so she kept moving up and down quickly, bouncing in his lap as she got them both closer to the edge. "Come for me," she whined, falling down and staying there for a couple seconds to move her hips in a circle, before picking up her rhythm again.
"Long as ya come with me."
"M'with ya." She grinned down at him, leaning down to kiss him, pressing her chest down so his hands had no choice but to stay where they were, rocking her hips to keep that pleasure up. Lips, cheeks, jaw, neck—X marks the spot—shoulders, chest... Everywhere she could reach her lips fell to, taking in that masculine scent and taste, body clenching even more when she as close in hopes he would get her point across.
"Am, gonna come," he groaned and she smiled against his skin, nodding and finally allowing herself to feel it. She cried out against his skin, body trembling as that white-hot ball of pleasure filled up her gut quickly and then burst through her entire being. She felt it in her very soul as she writhed and wiggled against him. She moaned again as she felt him come, too, groaning loudly agains the spot on her neck where his lips fell. She shuttered against him, fingers clinging tightly to him as she didn't want this moment or these feelings to end.
But slowly they did, letting her come back from her fall and leaving her panting on top of her lover. Her eyelids fluttered as she gingerly moved so he slid out of her, grunting softly as she did, but she didn't remove herself from laying across his chest as she was. His hands moved to around her back, keeping her pressed tightly to him, kissing over her neck and hair as she tried to catch her breath. She hadn't come that hard in a long time it felt like and she was exhausted then, yawning against his skin and yearning then to go to sleep. There was a pleased smile on her face, happy that she took control for once and managed to talk him into making love with her. If she hadn't been able to, she was fully ready to pout the entire night.
Fingers ran up and down her back and through her messy hair, pulling it off her shoulder before a blanket was tugged over them.
"Gonna sleep there?" he asked, his voice amused, but soft and she knew he didn't care if she did. He wasn't exactly the type of man to argue against a naked Amaleen laying on top of him all night long. Frankly, it was his favorite way to sleep.
Amaleen nodded and yawned again, pressing her face into his neck and bringing her good arm up to run her fingers through his hair. When she felt him relax, his entire body just melting into her and the bed, she let herself begin to drift. She was in the most comfortable bed she's ever been in with the softest blankets in the world, curled up with the most beautiful and sexy and amazing man she's ever known. If heaven existed, this sure as hell would be it.
"You're bleeding!"
His voice brought her out of the spell of being half-asleep and she looked up groggily, frowning at his panicked face. For a second her heart stopped when she thought of Jellybean and suddenly, No no no no no was repeating over and over in her head.
"What?"
Daryl gently pushed her back and looked at her shoulder where the bullet wound was. She hadn't even felt it, whether the stitches had ripped or she was just bleeding again, and despite it she had to giggle. The hunter narrowed his eyes at her, sitting up and keeping her in his lap as he pulled the bandage away from her shoulder to take a look at it, causing her to wince. Those actions pretty much guaranteed this wouldn't happen again until her shoulder was fully healed, but one time was plenty honestly because damn did it feel fucking fantastic.
"Let's go find Adie," he said, gently pulling her with him, but setting her down on the edge of the bed and going in search of his clothes that she had flung god knows where.
She grinned and stood, looking for hers as well and she also tied up the sling. "This will be fun explaining to her." The look on his face had her laughing loudly even as he took her hand and pulled her from the room, shaking his head in frustration.
