Warning: smutty lemon type material below.
Who am I kidding, below is some of what you all have been waiting for!
Chapter 39
BPOV
Everything happened so fast. I was just enjoying the way Daryl's muscles coiled under his skin, memorizing the outlines of his face, the feeling of his rough hands on me, and admiring his strength when he gripped my waist to pull me closer. My body was overloading with all the new sensations his touch caused and I was pretty sure he was enjoying it too by the bulge I could feel on my thigh. I felt my chest connect with his, the heat bleeding through the thin hospital that offered me no support or anyway to conceal the way my nipples tightened against him when I leaned in closer. Just as I was sure my mind would short circuit, right before our lips made contact, the door burst open.
The hands that had pulled me closer, quickly pushed me away, and my only partially covered ass was met with itchy hay that stabbed my exposed legs all the way down as the blanket fell to the ground. I tried not to let it get to me, the feeling of rejection that crept up as I stared at the blanket on the ground, and tried to blink away the tears that had welled up without my permission. The dark voice in the back of my mind trying to bring back everything I had locked away; you're not good enough.
I shook that shit away to deal with later as we had more pressing matters at hand. Daryl stood in his socks, unarmed as a human shield in front of me against Rick with his big ass gun, while sparing a quick glance at the knife lodge in the post just out of reach. Rick hadn't said a word yet, still trying to control the emotions that bubbled out of him and wiping the tears from his face as the gun shook in his hand. I knew I needed to defuse the situation, but how was the fucking question.
I moved myself over to the edge of the hay carefully, working the edge of the gown under me so I didn't scratch myself up more than I had to, while making sure everything in the front stayed covered. With my feet on the blanket that fell to the floor, I tried to figure out how the fuck to stand up. My legs felt weak earlier, but now they felt like overdone pasta. The only thing to grab onto was Daryl's ass that just happened to be in my face; and what a fine ass it was I thought, tilting my head to get a better view before coming back to my senses and trying to figure out a way to fix this clusterfuck.
"Move!" Rick shouted painfully, Daryl widened his stance before shaking his head, "What tha fuck? What tha hell are ya doin' Rick!?" Daryl yelled back. I pushed myself up on my arms, while turning my back to them to hold myself up, hoping like hell I didn't moon anyone while I tried to steady myself. "Just walk away Daryl, this is between me and her…" he trailed off with a sob, wiping his face on his sleeve. Taking such tiny steps that would probably make a turtle look like a track star, I wobbled my way over unsteadily but finally making it far enough to step out from behind Daryl. Ricks gun turned to me, causing Daryl to look over.
He tried to move in front of me, but I shook my head, then stumbled forward. "You! You knew… I know you did…" Rick trailed off once, gun shaking in his hand. Treading carefully, I nodded once, while still trying to keep Daryl from stepping in front of me. "I did" I said softly, feeling terrible for him… Lorie must have died recently and he was finally putting things together. His grip tightened on the gun, and his face hardened as he glared at me. Daryl had grown tired of my resistance to him shielding me and stepped around me, turning his back to Rick.
I was shocked as he turned his back to a loaded gun, his icy eyes met mine, "What tha fuck is he goin' on …" Daryl started before Rick interrupted, "Move Daryl. Go find a different piece of ass.." He didn't get a chance to finish what he was about to say as Daryl turned and stepped forward, surely about to beat Rick to a bloody pulp or get himself shot. I grabbed his arm with both hands hoping he would stop, "No Daryl, its… he's just mourning… trying to process the loss of his wife." I told him sadly, looking away, too afraid of the judgment I might find on his face as his head snapped back to look at me.
"Rick, I'm sorry… there wasn't anything I could do…" I stopped as the barn door burst open again. Maggie ran in, followed by Glenn, then Hershel and Michonne. Maggie of all people, walked in front of Rick, "This isn't right and you know it. Daddy's here and can explain it to you better than I could. It's not her fault, Rick. In fact, if it wasn't for her warning, she could've hurt Carl… or even Judith. I know you're hurting but this isn't the way to deal with it." She said. What the fuck… Maggie defended me. I must be in a parallel universe.
Hershel looked worried, his daughter standing in front of a man that had lost his bearings, with a loaded weapon almost touching her chest. Glenn pushing himself between the gun and Maggie, trying to talk Rick down as well. Michonne stood off to the side, and as I glanced at her, she raised her brows and looked at Daryl then back to me. My face flamed instantly, causing her to smile, as I looked back to Rick. Hershel was explaining everything so Rick could understand, when Rick finally collapsed, the gun falling to his lap.
Hershel came up behind him and injected him with something. At my questioning glance he spoke, "Just something to let his mind rest for a bit…" he said sadly looking down at Rick, before turning his eyes back to me, "Now you young lady, I need to check you over sometime today since ya'll flew the coop last night." My face flamed once more as I nodded, while Daryl rubbed the back of his neck, looking anywhere other than Hershel and I.
Tyreese came in to help carry Rick out along with Glenn and Maggie. They hoisted his arms on their shoulders and dragged his feet along as they maneuvered out the door. Michonne spared me a sneaky smile, as she turned and followed after them. A loud clunk brought my attention back to Hershel when he dropped Daryl's boots to the ground, before patting a tense Daryl on the shoulder; then looked pointedly at me, "Don't forget to come see me later" he said with a smile before walking out the door as well, leaving Daryl and I alone once more.
He looked to be deep in thought as I carefully made my way back to the hay before plopping down, feeling tired once again as the adrenaline left my body. His head snapped my way at the noise, and then he quickly put his boots on before grabbing the knife to sheath it on his belt. He seemed unsure of what to do as he shifted his weight from side to side, still facing the post. "What happen'd to 'er?" he finally asked, it took me a moment before I realized he was talking about Lorie. "She had an aneurism… there wasn't anything we could do. Not without a brain surgeon and special types of medical equipment…" I told him trailing off, feeling almost defensive, though I knew he wasn't accusing me.
His head jerked as he acknowledged what I said, still facing away me. I needed to ask the questions that had been bothering me all morning; preferably with some distance between us because with him that up close and personal, my mind starts to short circuit and all I can think about is wanting to lick him and…. I shook my head to clear those thoughts away. "Daryl, can we.." I stopped as he turned to face me, noticing something I hadn't earlier.
My face burned as I resisted the urge to curl in on myself from embarrassment when I looked at the damp circle clearly visible on his upper thigh; the thigh I had been sitting on earlier when I was feeling him up… Underwear, first thing on my list… maybe a few pairs just to be safe. I knew I liked touching him and him touching me, but not enough to uh… leak on him. He didn't seem to notice it yet I thought, jerking my eyes up to his face, trying to not to draw any attention to it. Maybe it would dry up by the time we were done talking.
He continued to stay where he was, like he wanted the distance as well; which made me start to second guess myself… but even if it came with rejection, I needed to know what his thoughts were on what we were doing. I couldn't keep up this back and forth of hot and cold. I wouldn't give up on him if he rejected me once again, but it would keep my hopes (and hormones) at a reasonable level. Good lord… come on Bella, you're 20 years old, you can ask a man about this stuff without turning into a blubbering idiot I thought to myself.
"Daryl, thank you for everything, really. I'm happy you were the one that was there for me…but what…" I paused again before finally taking a deep breath and blurted out my thoughts, "Daryl, what's changed? Last I remember you didn't want me as anything more than a friend… then you're here helping me… You were sleeping in my cell when I woke up, and you've been letting me touch you… I am just confused. The past few weeks it was like you didn't even want me to touch your arm, but today… I like you Daryl; I just need to know if this is a onetime thing or if something has changed for you. I still choose you, whether you want me to or not; but to wake up and things are so different… You don't seem to mind me being so close to you, and then here comes Maggie, of all people, defending me; it's like I woke up in a parallel universe. Not that I don't like it, don't get me wrong… I was just trying to enjoy it while it lasted before all these assholes barged in and ruined everyth…." I snapped my mouth shut realizing I was rambling on and on, while my blush burned my face fiercely.
Oh my God.. Did I really just say all that… I just needed to know what changed, not to tell him about parallel universes and assholes ruining everything for me this morning… I kept my eye contact with him through everything though, not wanting to miss any of the signs. With Daryl, it was the littlest body language that could help you determine his mood; like he said before, all the signs are there, you just have to know what to look for. I could've sworn I saw a small smirk on his lips for a split second, before it vanished, but I could've just imagined it. He did seem a little tense, but not like he was going to bolt the first chance he got though.
He was nervous. His hand brushed across his chin before he turned slightly away from me, going to pat Thor on the neck; which was surprising, considering he wasn't very big on horses after what happened with Nelly. I waited as patiently as I could, my hands twisting up in my lap, and trying not to bust the skin on my lip as I gnawed on it with my teeth. The anticipation was killing me; my hopes had risen without my permission making me tenser. No binge drinking for me if he says no, I thought to myself. How pathetic was I… trying to numb the pain of rejection with liquor… shaking that thought away, I tried to pay attention to him as he coughed slightly, and then cleared his throat.
"Ya know, when I found ya, I'd thought you were dead," he paused, looking back at me through the strands of hair that fell in front of his eyes, "I .." he started again, only to be interrupted when Glenn came rushing in carrying Daryl's bow and gun, "Daryl, we need some help at the fence.." Glenn stopped talking, either noticing the tense atmosphere or the glare I gave him. I couldn't help it… he was finally talking to me and after all the bullshit today… Daryl shook his head slightly, and then moved forward to grab his weapons from Glenn. Glenn glanced at me before making his get away quickly. I noticed Daryl didn't immediately follow, and turned my gaze to him.
He was hesitating, not wanting to leave me here in my condition I guessed. "I'll be fine," I said, pausing as Michonne slipped through the partially open door, "See, its ok. You can go" I told him quietly, nodding my head towards Michonne. She carried a bundle in her arms, stopping to set Daryl's coat on the edge of the stall before moving away with the rest, which appeared to be clothes for me; thank God. He set his bow down and shrugged on his coat quickly then grabbed it up again, pausing for a moment to look back at me, then Michonne, before heading out the door without another word. Michonne came in after he left, a small smile on her face as she handed me the bundle of clothes, "Not a damn word" I told her, making her smile widen as she nodded.
She had wanted me to get something to eat and go see Hershel first thing, but I had other ideas. A shower, and man did it feel heavenly to wash grime from my hair and the blood from my arms. Then after brushing my teeth a few times to get rid of the rotten taste in my mouth, we headed over to D-block slowly. Michonne lent me her arm as I tried to push through, but eventually it was my arm over her shoulder with her supporting most my weight; which wasn't much I guessed considering I could see my ribs when I was showering. I saw Daryl, along with a few others at the fence, trying to split up the herd that had gathered there. I guess that was an urgent matter after all and I would have to apologize to Glenn about the glare I gave him early for barging in.
After getting prodded by Hershel and eating, I was feeling much better. I could walk on my own once again, which released some of the tension in my body; knowing I could protect myself, at least somewhat, was a good thing, compared to hindering someone else. Michonne spoke of her travels and what was happening with the Governor, and then asked me about what had happened this morning with Rick. I ate a few more small meals, feeling my strength improve with each one, and walked out side with Michonne to enjoy the sun… or at least that was my excuse, but I knew she saw through it, her raised brow challenging me to call her out on it.
I watched him work, keeping him in my sights as we moved around the yard. Their plan was working; the dead had split into a few different groups, causing most to fall in the pits. After the pits were set alight, the dead were attracted to the fire and most walked their selves in. The only concern we had was the black billowing smoke that rose high in the sky, a clear beacon for curious people to find us if they were so inclined to do so. Michonne left before night fell after asking if I was ready to come back to the bunker. I think she already knew the answer but just wanted to rub it in more… She was suspiciously sneaky when it came to getting answers about Daryl. It was like she just wanted to bring my attention to it and check my reaction before veering off to something else before I shut it down or changed the subject myself. Like I said, sneaky.
I fell asleep, unable to keep my eyes open for very long after Michonne left, only to awaken with a scream caught in my throat. I was barely able to suppress it before it left my mouth, nightmares similar to the ones I had the night I fell on Daryl; but as I rose from my bunk to pace, there was no one there tonight. Disappointment filled me, then worry; did he make it back inside? Is he ok?... After calming my breathing, I tried to let it go, telling myself everything was fine, he was just sleeping… he didn't need to be in here watching over me now that I was awake again. I couldn't relax enough to go back to sleep no matter how hard I tried; maybe I could… No, I'm not that weak that I would bother him like that, I thought, resisting the urge to take my blanket and go sleep on the floor of his cell.
But he had done it, I reasoned with myself… he didn't even have to know, I could leave before he woke I thought stupidly. Yeah, when was the last time you woke before he did.… After my thoughts circled around and around, I was up on my feet walking quietly to the next cell with my blanket clutched tightly in my hands. Just as I had set the blanket down as quietly as I could, his rough voice filled the cell "Whacha doin' girl?" he asked tiredly. I jolted, as I was almost sure he was sleeping, and fumbled my response, "oh, uh.. I was… Hey" I whispered lamely, wanting to smack myself.
"Do you mind if …" I started, feeling like an idiot all of a sudden. I was a grown woman, but yet here I was, needing the company of someone else to go to sleep like some toddler… "Nah, it's fine" he said quietly, sounding more awake. "Here, you can take tha bunk.." he started to move as I rushed to stop him, holding my hands up pointlessly in the darkness, not like he could see them anyway, "No! I mean uh no… I don't want to kick you out of your space… I'm fine here.. I'll probably go back to mine in a bit." He stopped moving around, and I spread my blanket out close to his bunk, but leaving enough space for him to get up if he needed to without stepping on me; or at least I hope I'd judged the distance right because I couldn't see shit.
"Thank you" I told him, feeling more relaxed already. He snorted before responding "Ain't done nothin', you're still on tha ground" he told me. I laughed a little, "I meant thank you for letting me stay in here, and for everything you've done for me over the past few days" I told him whole heartedly, finding it easier to speak to the darkness instead of his icy blues piercing into my soul. He must have found it easier as well, because after a few long moments of silence, he started the conversation from earlier.
"You've almost died four times, 'least four times I know 'bout since I've met ya… I jus' want'd ya ta keep breathin' while I carried ya back here, ta let Hershel fix ya up so I …. I ain't no good for ya girl… I'ma asshole 'n get mad 'bout tha stupidest shit; my life wasn' much different than it is now, 'fore the dead started walkin' 'round...donno why ya want me… but I keep takin' 'ur choices away. Don't feel right, 'specially when ya could'a died… I ain't much, 'N I donno know shit 'bout women… I'ma mess up, I know it… but I'm willin' ta let ya decide girl. Jus' don't say I didn' warn ya.." I cut him off, after my hands had found his face, pulling him in for a kiss. A kiss that shocked him for a moment before his hands pulled my head closer, deepening the kiss.
I was so happy I could hardly breathe, but removing my lips from his was not an option. His taste was somewhat spicy and just sooo good as my tongue tried to dance with his. It was sloppy, probably my fault since I didn't have a fucking clue what I was doing, but it felt so good, feeling the sparks dance on my face like fireworks. Just as I moved my hand to his shoulder to pull myself closer, he broke the kiss with a small hiss. I let go immediately and tried to move back, which was hard to do with his hands tangled in my hair. "What is it? What's the matter?" I asked, just as my fingers rubbed together. I could feel that they were wet, "Oh my God, Daryl! Are you hurt?!"
He was already pulling me back in for another kiss, which was hard to resist because, wow, did I want another; but he was injured and bleeding! As he felt me start to pull back, he breathlessly said "It ain't nothin' doll" and tried once again to pull me back to him. "Don't you tell me it's nothing Daryl Dixon! You're bleeding!" I whisper yelled, getting up and jogging back to my cell, hoping I didn't trip over anything and face plant, to grab my first aid kit from my bag. When I rushed back in he was hunched over with his head in his hands, the lamp now on, but as low as it would go, only letting off a small amount of light.
I slowly went over to the bunk and sat next to him, trying to identify the source of the blood. It was close to his shoulder blade, or at least I thought, but I needed him to take off his shirt; which I knew was going to be the difficult part. "I think you know what I need you to do…" I told him softly, touching his arm; and for the first time since I woke, he tensed under my touch, causing me to hesitantly pull my hand back and look to the floor. Before I could clasp my hands together in my lap, his hand reached out to grab mine. Looking over to him, I was met with a blank face, but eyes that pleaded with me; "Ya don't gotta worry 'bout it, its fine" he said almost forcefully.
"Daryl, you're bleeding… It must be kind of bad, it's gone through both of your shirts" I said quietly, showing him the hand that was covered in blood from his shoulder. "It could need stitches or get infected.." He tensed up and looked away at that. I tried to think of a way to make this less awful for him…anything to distract him from his anxiety about removing his shirt. I couldn't believe what I was about to offer, but I needed to tend to his wound, "Look,… um… if it would make you more comfortable, I'll take mine off too." I tried my best to control the blood rushing to my face while I waited for him to comprehend my statement.
When he didn't move or say anything, I tried again, "You know, if you let me see yours I'll let you see mine kind of thing…" I paused again, still getting nothing. Damn. "Wow, you really know how to wound a girls ego…" I said sarcastically, trying to lighten the situation. That's when his head finally turned, still not looking at me, but the floor instead. "Nah, it ain't like that.." he mumbled out, with what appeared to be a blush on his face while squeezing my hand softly. "What is it?" I asked, now intrigued. His face got redder, before he turned his head, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand. Now I was really curious.
"I… uh. I kinda already seen ya without yours" he mumbled out, barely auditable. "What? When?!" I asked, trying to remember any time he could've been around; maybe he just thought he saw… "When I found ya. Your fever was too high, 'n I had ta cool ya off with tha shower…then I had ta bring ya back here… but ya were all wet… I tried not ta look doll, but it's kinda hard ta dress someone without seein' what 'ur doin'…" he said, almost begging me to understand. "You changed me?" I squeaked out in a high voice I didn't recognize. As embarrassed as I was, it was sweet of him to take care of me, especially when I was so sick.
He looked down right miserable as he nodded once, before he sat up and pulled off both his shirts, turning his wounded shoulder to me. I opened my kit and wiped my hands with cleaner before pouring some alcohol on his cut. He was stiff as a board as I cleaned it up, probably just waiting on a reaction to the scars that littered his back now that I was seeing all of it; but I paid them no attention as I dabbed some ointment on. "What happened?" I asked him, while checking how deep it was, and making sure he didn't nick anything important. "Pipe from tha fence broke under tha pressure and got me" he told me tersely.
Relieved that a dead one hadn't gotten him, I kept tending to his cut. "You need 2 or 3 stitches, it would be easier if you lay on your chest" I told him, trying to remain as professional as possible. His muscles rolled under his skin as his body turned, making me want to reach out and massage the tension from them; but I caught my hands just in time and grabbed my kit off the bunk so he could lay down. It wasn't a bad cut, but the stitches would close the wound enough to stem the bleeding and prevent infection.
His body was still tight, and his hands were clenched into fist near his head where they rested as I started the stitches. The cut was near his Teres Major muscle, almost on his side under his arm and the bruising was worse than the cut itself, deep blues and black from what I could see in the low lamp light. The stitches didn't take long, but I took my time cleaning him up, making sure to wipe off all the blood that had dripped down his back and side. I reached back into my kit and pulled out some gauze to cover it, knowing as soon as I was done he would put on another shirt instead of letting it air out a little, when I got an idea.
He seemed so guilty about changing me and since he had taken his shirt off, I was still going to take off mine. Luckily he was still distracted, either ignoring what I was doing or just waiting on me to say I was done, that he didn't seem to hear the fabric being pulled from my body. Giving myself a silent pep talk, I unclasped my bra as well, after all, fair was fair.
I slowly taped the gauze on him and swung my leg over his body, straddling his backside while keeping my head low so I didn't crack it open on the bunk above his. His very firm backside, I thought to myself, placing the last piece of tape on. "Whata ya doin'?" he asked, trying to lift his head. "Just give me a moment… Do you trust me?" I asked him. He waited a while before giving me a tense nod. He jolted as my hands slowly came down to touch the skin of his back, his body tensing up even more if possible, and remained that way as I slowly caressed his back. He had only known pain when it came to his back and I wanted to change that.
Pressing harder, trying to work out the tension, I massaged his back, careful to avoid his injury while taking the time to look over his tattoos. His back was stunning. The muscles around his spine made a deep V, just showing off his strength along with the Apollo dimples on his lower back. He wasn't body builder big, but he was simply stunning to look at. And to touch? I may have drooled some…
Little by little, his muscles loosened and he started to relax. Only when I noticed his fist unclench did I move on to the next part of my plan; a very questionable plan that could go badly, depending on his reaction. Careful to keep my naked flesh from touching his, I leaned down to the biggest scar on his shoulder and kissed it. My hair fell down around me, touching his skin as I rubbed my hands his along ribs. He tensed for a moment once again, before relaxing as I continued, making sure not to miss a single one.
It seemed like a weird thing to do, but I felt like it was something he needed; to know I fully accepted him, scars and all. And maybe, just maybe, it would lift some of the emotional scars attached to the physical ones. When I reached the top of his back again, I slowly let my skin connect with his as I kept going up and kissed the side of his neck; still careful to not rest any weight on his wound. The soft moan he let out as I let my body rest on his made my body tighten in ways I didn't know possible. "Christ doll" he breathed out, making my heart stutter as I realized that was the second time he called me that since we started talking tonight. My whole torso tingled with pleasure where we touched, making me want to bite down on his neck where my lips rested, just to feel that much more connected to him.
"What are ya doin'?" he asked me quietly, trying to tilt his head around to see me, only to get a face full of my hair. "Just keeping up my end of the bargain" I told him, trying to act nonchalant about the situation; though in the back of my mind, everything seemed to be moving too fast. I mean he just said he was willing to give this a go not even 30 minutes ago but here I was pressing my naked chest to his bare back. Did that make me a slut or what… but I just felt a pull to do so, something to comfort him and ease his anxiety. He was so strong all the time, and I knew he was probably ashamed to show that he had been weak at some point in his life; just as I was ashamed for him to see my weakness due to the night terrors that plagued me.
The truth was that I had been seeing Daryl as something more than a friend for a long time and when I laid it all out there, it really didn't seem all that fast. In fact, it seemed really damn slow. I never thought I would be the brave enough to make a move like this, but he needed it, even if he didn't know it. He said nothing else as I laid still; sprawled out across the broad oasis that was his back. He was so warm that I felt like I was melting into him.
After a while, I leaned up to place another kiss on his neck and reached past his head to cut the lamp off, but before I could reach it, I was suddenly trapped between him and the wall. I blushed as I noticed my chest squished against his, but his eyes never strayed from my face. "Your stitches… what are you doing?" I asked trying to peak over his shoulder to get a look at the gauze to see if they ripped. How he managed that little move I had no clue…His hands tightened on the bare skin of my back, bringing my attention back to his face as he stared intently at me. "Ya saw mine" he said softly, glancing at the lamp then back to my face.
My blush deepened as I realized he wanted to see me with the light on, just as I did him, but yet he was waiting for my permission; which I gave easily with a small nod, biting my lip in anticipation. His hands didn't immediately come up to grope my breast, which was what I kind of assumed was going to happen, but instead came to my face; his thumb pulled my lip free before he cupped my head, bringing me in for a slow, gentle kiss.
I was the one to deepened it, tangling my hands in his hair before I sucking his bottom lip between my teeth, just like he did to me that day in the woods. The groan that came from deep in his throat made my back arch into him, seeking more contact as the kiss quickly became frantic. His hands left my face and slid down to my waist, pulling me even closer, and then slid back up until his thumbs stroked the curve of my breast. I couldn't even be embarrassed by the moan that left my mouth because the sensitivity his touch caused there made my nerve endings light up with pleasure.
I broke the kiss, throwing my head back to breathe while pushing my chest closer to him. He took advantage of the skin on display, leaving wet kisses down my neck; the scruff on his chin just rough enough to leave a tingling sensation in its wake. I grabbed his hair, holding his head to me wantonly, only thinking enough to attempt controlling the volume of my moans that seemed to slip out. He grazed his teeth over the flesh of my shoulder just as his hands cupped my breast, swishing his calloused thumbs across my erect nipples.
I had to burry my face in his hair to try to muffle the lustful moan that left my lips when he did that, but was unable to stop my leg from hiking over his hip to hook itself behind his thigh, pulling him closer. He bowed his back even more, going lower, still kissing his way down between my breasts while I clutched his head so tightly to my body that he surely must be on the verge of suffocation. His kisses moved outward before he pulled my nipple into his mouth; the heat and the sensation of his tongue running across it was almost too much to bear. His hand weighed my other breast, cupping it before giving it a gentle squeeze, before switching his mouth to the other.
"Mmh Daryl, oh my God" I moaned out as his teeth slightly scraped my nipple, making my hips bear down on his, seeking friction to ease the throbbing that had appeared there. I could feel everything through the yoga pants that I had put on earlier; from the very large bulge in his pants, to the moisture that pooled between my legs. Curving my hips inward, I grinded against him, making his hands leave my chest to grab at my hips; his large fingers pressing into the upper portion of my ass, pausing my movements, before he pulled me harder against him, all the way up the hard length still in his pants then slowly letting me slide back down.
His mouth broke away from my breast, curling in on himself slightly before groaning out a rough "Fuuuck". God, what that word did to me when he said it like that… I leaned my head down to his corded neck and opened my mouth wide; finally giving into the urge I've had for the longest time to lick him, and scraped my teeth against his Trapezius, feeling the urge to bite him once again. I shook the thought away, not wanting to hurt him, but it was a difficult task. The groan of pleasure that left him along with the thrust of his hips made me second guess myself…maybe he liked it after all.
He brought his face back to mine for a searing kiss, cupping my ass trying to pull me even closer. One of my hands tangled in his hair and the other trailed down his side before I flattened my palm and slid it back up between us; feeling the twitch of his abs, the way he flexed his pec and surprisingly enough, his hard nipple. Fascinated his nipples seemed to react like mine, I wondered if it was as pleasurable for him as it was for me; so I gently grazed my thumb across it, drawing a small hiss out of him before he sucked my lip roughly between his teeth, then soothed it with a caress of his tongue.
I smiled softly against his lips at finding something that he seemed to enjoy as much as I did, and gave into the temptation to do it again, only slightly rougher this time. I wasn't disappointed. His hands slid down my thighs and back up, tightly grabbing my ass and hiking my leg higher before rocking me against the length in his pants. The motion opening me up to him, even with my pants still on, he hit just the right spot finally relieving some of the throbbing in my clit. My thighs tightened along with my inner muscles, trying to keep him there, enjoying his hardness against me. I could feel myself getting wetter and my mind flashed back to this morning's wet spot, but I couldn't find it in myself to give a fuck right now.
Though I tried to keep him there, he moved my hips away. Confused I opened my eyes to find him staring at me with a look of concentration on his face when he gently ground me down on him. Then again and again, increasing the pressure and the length each time, before I could no longer focus and threw my head back. I knew he was observing me, 'looking for the signs' as he learned what made my body react the most… I should've known that's how he would approach it, seemingly sidelining his pleasure to find what was better for me. Just as I thought to do something about it, whether it be leaning down to graze his nipple with my teeth or maybe grab his firm back side for a nice squeeze… Oh the possibilities were endless, anything to make him lose his focus once again; he rotated his hips as he drug me along him, stimulating me in a different way.
I'm pretty sure the moan that left my mouth resembled a porn stars, but I couldn't have contained it if I tried. My hips moved on their own accord, mapping out the size of his penis, moving faster against him, chasing an orgasm that I had never had. At least not like this, I had tried myself a few times, but this…. This was way beyond that, not even in the same ball park. My hands clenched onto him, one digging into his muscled chest and the other pulling his hair too tight, but I had no control over that. I knew he was still watching me while he moved his hands along my body. My breast jiggled as I moved against him, something I'd probably find embarrassing later but it just felt too good to stop.
I forced myself to look back at him, finding him looking at my breast as they moved freely before he clenched his jaw and shut his eyes tightly. He was holding back… unsure of the reason, my movements faltered, causing his eyes to snap open and look to me. One of his arms wrapped around my shoulders and the other over my hips as he held me to him, rolling on his back with me straddling his front. The pressure from my weight pressing down on him was outstanding, and so was the kiss he gave me before leaned his head back, moving his hands to my hips once again. I leaned up partially so I could get some leverage to move against him, putting my palms flat on his abs to support myself; abs that flexed under my hands with an upward thrust of his hips.
I pushed down on him, trying to get a feel for how I should move in this position. It would've been easier if I could sit all the way up, but I had to keep a certain amount of distance so I didn't bust my head wide open. After testing the motion of my hips a few times, I looked back to Daryl to once again find him starring at my breast that bounced even more like this. His face was so beautiful; relaxed yet his jaw would tense here and there, and his eyes... the man could make any woman fall to her knees with a gaze like that.
I felt so exposed up here, with my boobs bouncing away and couldn't help the blush that came to my face as I pulled my lip between my teeth. His belt buckle was right there… I could reach down and undo it if I chose to… Did I want to do that? Was I ready for that? I wasn't so sure but I would have to come back to that thought in a moment because I could feel the pressure building back up.
His hands moved to my thighs, tightening their grip as he mumbled incoherently. I caught a "fuck" here and there, the sound of his voice making my inner muscles flutter, letting another cry of pleasure escape my lips when he changed the angle with a shift of his hips. "Come on guys, can you at least attempt to keep it down in there?! You're going to wake up Hershel, Geeez."
It took me a moment to realize someone spoke, before I reacted in the worst way possible… trying to sit up, and doing the one thing I had been trying to avoid, banging my head on the underside of the bunk. The clunk echoed down the cell block, and so did my muttered curse "Mother Fucker!" followed by Glenn's laugh, which he tried to cover with a cough. Asshole. I revoked my need to apologize for glaring at him earlier as I resisted the urge to go find him and shoot him… just in the foot or something, not like to kill him…
"Shit Doll, you ok?" Daryl asked as his hands came to the back of my head, pulling me to his chest. I blinked the tears that had appeared from the pain away, before answering him, "Yea, just trying to resist the urge to go and shoot him" I told him bluntly, causing him to snort. I tried to sit back up carefully so I could see him, noticing the hardness in his pants had decreased compared to what it had been before. Sitting up the best I could, I moved my hair to one side and tried to feel the bump on my head, when suddenly, I felt him twitch below me. My gaze snapped down to look, like I could actually see it or something before turning to look up at Daryl.
He was looking at me, his eyes burning my exposed flesh; from the indentions of my hips up to each of my breast, before sliding up to my face. My face burned and I nervously chewed my lip as he inspected me, no longer caught up in the fog of hormones to make me forget I was half naked with a man for the first time; but the intensity with which he looked at me, kept me from trying to cover myself. I wanted him to see me, to feel his reactions to me; which I was guessing he liked to look at me as he twitched again, the hardness returning.
My blush increased a tenfold but his reaction made me feel good about myself, helping to silence that dark voice that I wasn't good enough for him. "Christ" he breathed out, then glared in the direction I guessed Glenn's cell was in, causing me to giggle. Giggle like a little fucking school girl… what the hell is happening to me… The actual smile I received after he turned back to me made it worth it, making me swoon as I smiled back. I fucking swooned like a damn romance novel… This thing with Daryl was making me a little crazy...
He grabbed my hips to steady me as he moved to the edge of the bunk before sitting up when I caught site of it. My teeth had grazed him harder than I intended, noticing the red teeth marks that stood out on his somehow tanned skin, even though he never took off his shirt. I hadn't broken the skin, but they would bruise. Possessiveness rose up in me with a sense of accomplishment that confused me; mine, was all I could think. He was marked by me and was mine. What the fuck?! Part of me was ashamed to have marred his beautiful skin more, even just temporarily, but the other part was downright giddy. Right as he tightened his hold on me to help lift me off, my body surged forward without my full permission, crashing my lips to his harshly. Our teeth clanked together, but I ignored it while I tilted my head farther to deepen the kiss after he shook off his surprise and kissed me back. As my chest heaved, fighting for air, I finally pulled away only to kiss my way down his neck to my mark. I licked it boldly before sucking on it slightly with a small rotation of my hips against him teasingly, listening to him grunt from deep in his chest, before I removed myself from him.
I was kind of embarrassed at my behavior... was that ok? Did I go too far? When suddenly I didn't need to worry about it anymore, he pulled me to stand between his legs while he sat and rested his head against me with his hands on the back of my thighs, swishing his thumbs back and forth. I rested my hands against his hair, and took the opportunity to peak at his shoulder that thankfully was not bleeding. He took a few calming breathes, making me worry if I smelled down there after all the uh.. excitement…, before he rose up and headed to his stuff to pull out another shirt.
I put my bra on, before sliding my shirt over it, then turned back to him. I couldn't hide the fire that lit my face as I looked to him, the crotch of his pants were very dark, and this time he asked "What?" as he smoothed his shirt down, making sure it covered him, before looking back to me searchingly. "I'm so sorry!" I blurted out, louder than I should have. Unable to say it at first, I waved my arm at his wet pants, before squeaking out "For your... um.. pants!", quickly covering my face with my hands like it would save me from my embarrassment.
Then he was there, backing me into the wall, lifting me easily like no one who just received stitches should. My legs wrapped around his hips automatically as he pressed me into the wall, his arms caging me in when he leaned forward to my ear "Jus' means you liked it, don't it?" he whispered; I was surprised he asked instead of just making a statement, but I answered him with a breathless "yes" as my thighs clenched in remembrance. He nodded slightly, "Then ain't nothin' to be sorry for" and carried me back ta his bunk.
I was half way laid back down before I stopped him, "Wait. What are you doing?" He snorted before answering, "Goin' ta sleep girl" while he moved over to make room for me. "'Nless your goin' back ta your cell?" he asked tensely, throwing his arm over his eyes like he usually did to go to sleep. "Um, yea, but just for a minute… I uh just, I'll be back in a minute" I told him getting up and rushing to my cell. He would know soon enough what I went to do, because there was no way I was going to sleep in these panties, or these pants for that matter.
Of course Michonne packed my workout shorts. I wore them all the time when I was training, but now that they were the only option I had in my bag besides jeans, I hesitated. I considered putting the jeans on instead, used to sleeping in them anyway, but then again, I didn't want Daryl to think I wasn't comfortable with him either. I saw how he tensed when he thought I was just going to go back to my cell after our hot and heavy uh.. activities… I finally got him to be somewhat open with me and I didn't want him second guessing things he did, because Daryl acting on the things I was pretty sure he wanted, was hot as fuck.
Accepting defeat, I cleaned myself the best I could before putting on the micro sized yoga shorts. The bottoms of my butt cheeks were hanging out, something that had never bothered me before but now they almost resembled boy short panties making me feel like I was almost naked. Doing what felt like a mini walk of shame, I scrambled next door into Daryl's cell; not that I felt ashamed about anything we did but I really didn't want someone taking a late night stroll to see me in my now deemed booty shorts, especially Glenn. I'd hate to have to whoop his ass with my butt cheeks on display after some smart ass remark he'd probably make, and though I was still mad about earlier, I had a feeling he was in for it where Daryl was concerned. It was like poking a bear with a stick, Glenn should know better. I was upfront with my revenge most of the time but Daryl would bide his time and wait until it was the most inconvenient for Glenn; which I had a feeling Maggie would be a involved just by association.
Snorting at the picture my mind drew up, I walked closer to Daryl's bunk and climbed in, reaching over him to turn off the lamp when his arm landed on my hip, more than likely to hold me steady as I reached for the lamp. The rest of his forearm touched my bare leg, causing him to reach over and turn the lamp that I had just turned off, back on. He looked at me, my face fire engine red I'm sure, already knowing what his question was. When I looked away instead, he lifted the blanket a little before dropping it, "Ya forget somethin' doll?" he forced out roughly, almost coughing toward the end, his own ears turning pink as I looked back at him.
"I.. I'm sorry. It's all Michonne brought over for me besides jeans. She knows I wear them a lot to workout in but my other clothes are uh.. all wet" I whispered to him as quietly as I could, squeaking out the last part unwillingly. "Just uh, never mind. I'll be back in a minute" I told him, quickly tossing the covers off and walking back to my cell to get my jeans.
My mind flashed back to the only other memory I had were I needed to change before bed; Edward had found the pajamas my mother sent me 'inappropriate' and asked me to go put on something 'suited for a lady'. Dick. Like anything about him being a stalking bastard was appropriate in the first place. Not that Daryl had asked, but I really didn't want him to pull back just as he was starting to open up because I made him uncomfortable in some way.
I only made it a few steps before he caught my arm gently, quickly sitting up with a serious look on his face. "Nah doll, ya don't have ta change for me" he said intensely, but I caught his double meaning hidden in the simple statement; not to change who I was just to make him happy. "Nothin' wrong with it girl, I jus'… Damn, you're so fuckin' pretty" His face ducked down when he was done talking, embarrassed at his outburst I surmised; but still didn't release my hand, like he was worried I was still going to leave. I flushed at the spoken compliment, a rarity coming from Daryl; but he didn't have to speak them all the time to let you know he was giving you one. His eyes usually gave away his reactions and sometimes maybe even a hint of a smile would come to his lips.
He finally released my hand after our eyes connected once more before shifting back in the bunk, the invitation open to come join him if I wanted. I climbed in after him, pressing my face into his chest just under his chin when he reached up to cut off the lamp. There were so many things still left to talk about, but for now, I just wanted to enjoy what we had.