"I've been wearin' shoes foreva, it seems," Tea said as she flung her boots and socks across the room. "I hate me feet bein' confined all the damn time."
"Ain't all the time," Daryl said, taking a swig from the bottle he'd brought with him from dinner before handing it over to her.
"All day, every day since this shite started," she countered after taking a couple swallows of her own.
He just snorted before pulling her up, "C'mon, lets get you clean."
She grabbed a change of clothing for herself and looked at him, "Ya comin' or what?"
"Nah, you go get cleaned up. I'll wait for ya," Daryl said. "Thought you might like to have a hot shower alone," he offered when she continued looking at him.
"I don' mind sharin'."
"Won't get very clean."
"I think we both know I ain' eva been clean since I met ya," she teased.
"Hmm, I might see if I can correct that," he said as he crossed the small room and pulled her into his arms.
Their lips met almost immediately as their hands gripped at each other, having not been able to go to her secret camp too often at the quarry. Sure, they'd managed to go out for an hour or two every once in a while, but they'd only stayed out there three times; the first night he'd found her, another hunting trip that they took specifically to go there, and then the night they'd confessed to each other. There had been a couple times in the woods, too, but Daryl had told her that wasn't something he really wanted to keep doing after he'd made her bleed. He'd managed to scrape her back bad enough to where there was still a mark on it even though it'd healed a week ago, and it bothered him that there was a scar on her back that he caused.
Pushing her back, Daryl didn't stop moving until her back was pressed against a wall, his hands buried deep in her hair as hers went up his back, under his shirt. They broke apart to catch their breaths, Tea took the opportunity to rip his dirty muscle shirt off of him and marvel in the vision that was his upper body. The look in her eyes as she ogled him, though, had Daryl picking her up off the ground and crashing her up against the wall. Her legs immediately wrapped around his hips as her arms wrapped around his shoulders, one hand grasping tightly to his head. As their lips reunited again, they began grinding against each other, Daryl's hand going to her hip and splaying his fingers under her shirt as he grabbed at her. The moan that escaped her had him pressing even harder into her.
Daryl pulled away long enough to rip her shirt off, literally, making her laugh, "Hey! That's the second shirt ya ripped!"
"Don't care," he told her as he tore the comfort bra she had on over her head before he slammed his lips back against hers, pushing her as hard into the wall as he could.
When she needed to breath and moved her head back, Daryl took the opportunity to move down her jaw and leave a trail of kisses down to her neck, moving over to her shoulder. He bit into her clavicle before licking and sucking on the area, making his way back to her lips as he put her down and moved to her pants. They both were frantic as they undid each others pants, shoving them down their legs as far as they could go before taking over and getting out of their own. Daryl didn't even bother to wait before he had her back against the wall and slid into home.
Daryl's mouth slammed back on hers as she keened at the destructive pace he set. Tea couldn't help the sounds that came from her throat as she felt him moving inside her, hitting her just right with every thrust the ecstasy was almost too much. She had to pull back from his bruising lips just to catch her breath as she clung to him for dear life. Sure, making love slow and easy was absolutely delicious in its own right, being hammered by Daryl with everything the man had was a drug she was thoroughly happy to be addicted to. His lips found their way back to hers as her voice ticked up again, Daryl grunting himself as he felt her flutter around him.
"Come on, baby girl," he told her, releasing her lips and bringing her hips away from the wall to get deeper. "Come on. Fuck."
His thrusts became even more brutal as he raced towards his own release, not caring who heard her anymore. All Daryl could think about was the feel of her, the sound of her, the taste of her. Tea tried to cover her mouth with a hand, but she couldn't keep herself in the position Daryl had put her with how he was pounding her. She'd already cum at least once and he was trying to rip a more powerful one from her. She was damn near in tears at the pace he was setting, holding on for dear life as he drew her closer and closer to another release.
"D-D...Fuck, Daryl! Fuck, please!" she started saying on repeat as Daryl slapped her ass hard.
With a growl, Daryl pulled her by her neck back to his lips as he released his seed inside her when her walls clenched so tightly it pulled it from him, both bucking together a few more times as the kiss went from rough to more gentle. Gently pulling out of her before setting her down, he leaned her back against the wall and kissed her for a few more moments before releasing her as she sighed. Her smile as he looked down at her had his heart melting all over again as he took in her messy hair and the hickey he'd left on her shoulder. Moving her hair away from it, he leaned down and kissed the mark before walking away from her.
"We should really go take that showa now."
"Still ain't gonna get much washin' done."
"I don' really care," Tea told him, sauntering over to where he was putting his boxers back on and pressing her bare chest up against his back. "Jus' nice havin' ya ta meself."
"Alright," Daryl told her, thinking about everything they'd done, a shower not being an experience they'd yet been able to share. "Get yourself some clothes on and we'll head over."
Tea beamed at him and hurried to grab his shirt to throw on, throwing him a smirk when he tried to protest. He just grumbled at her and grabbed another shirt from his bag and threw it on. She didn't bother with a real pair of pants, instead grabbing the only pair of sweats she had in her bag. When he looked at her, holding the things, he just scoffed and put on his own pants, staying barefoot as he grabbed her hand and left the room. Daryl practically dragged her all the way to the shower room, giving T-Dog a dirty look on the way as the man took in the pair in nothing but wife beaters, Tea obviously in Daryl's shirt. It wasn't the fact that he'd looked at them so much as the look the man had on his face after seeing the mark on Tea's shoulder.
The shower was currently in use when they got there, but they didn't mind. Daryl followed Tea down to the rec room where she looked at the shelves of books in awe while Carol and the kids sat and played a game. There was almost an entire wall full of reading material that she started browsing through, pulling out a few books that she'd already read and a couple she'd heard of and wanted to read. She hadn't bothered to look for any books while at the quarry minus the ones she already had had packed away at the bottom of her large duffle. Her favorite of which was a well-worn hand-me-down from her grandmother, The Entire Stories and Poems of Edgar Allen Poe. That little book had seen her through many a hard nights since her grandmother had passed and she always kept it in her bug-out bag.
Carol invited them to sit for a while, but Tea passed after grabbing two books in particular she'd wanted to read and left the room. Daryl had already been standing by the door and as soon as she made to start heading towards it he was gone. She couldn't help but smirk at him and his impatience at wanting to get back to their drinking let alone the promise of a shower. In all honesty, she couldn't blame him. Bathing in cold or luke warm streams was nice as it was a natural water source, but nothing would ever feel as good as a hot shower. Well, aside from perhaps a hot bath, but that probably wasn't going to be happening ever as having a hot shower in these times seemed like a dream come true.
They spent about an hour in their room, Daryl cleaning his crossbow and Tea reading with her feet in his lap, before they tried to head for the shower again. This time they found it empty which had Tea smiling brightly at Daryl. She pulled him into the room and shut the door, locking everyone else out of the showers so that they could have time to wash and do whatever else they wanted to. Smirking to herself and licking her lips, she slowly turned around to watch Daryl as he looked around the room. There were at least four shower stalls and every single one of them was only a small cube. While Tea was slowly making her way towards Daryl, the man had his nose scrunched up looking at the showers.
"You like it hot or...?" he asked her.
"Jus' set it up how ya like it. I'll adjust it if I need ta," she told him, grabbing a couple towels from the cupboard on the wall.
"I like mine scorchin'. Might be too hot for you."
"Well, how's 'bout that? I like mine scorchin' too," Tea said with a chuckle before walking up to his back and leaned against it as the shower started.
"Never knew a gal to like it as hot as I do," Daryl told her, turning around and taking her in her arms.
"Oh? Ya really gonna talk 'bout otha women showarin' with ya? Now?" she asked as she took as step back and folded her arms over her chest, one eyebrow raised.
Daryl must have realized his mistake as he started fumbling for an excuse, "It ain't like I've been with a lot. Never stayed the night with any of 'em or even had a thing like this. Only showered with a couple 'cause the-"
"Jus' stop. I was teasin'. And I really don' wanna hear 'bout the othas ya been with," Tea sighed, unfolding her arms and turning around, grabbing the towels she'd discarded and putting them by the door to the shower. "I know I ain' the first, but I don' wanna know 'bout the othas. Don' wanna be compared. Don' wanna compare meself ta othas eitha."
"Nothin' compares to you," he assured her, bringing his arms around her and kissing her temple. "Nothin'."
Tea scoffed but turned in his arms anyway, looking up at him and bringing her hands up his chest to wrap around his neck. Daryl leaned down and captured her lips as she stood on her tiptoes while steam from the shower began to surround them. The kiss was slow and sweet until they broke apart. The look in his eye had her reignite the kiss, pressing him back into the glass of the shower door as she took his face in her hands. He let her hold him there as he began hiking her shirt up, one hand pawing at her breast under her shirt as the other held her hips firmly against his. Tea moaned at the sensation while taking her hands from his face to move down to the hem of his shirt as well. Feeling the muscles of his abdomen, she couldn't help but moan again.
Pulling away from Daryl, Tea let him take her shirt off before taking his off herself. Both made quick work of their pants before Daryl moved away from the door, opening it for Tea to get in the shower first. She couldn't help the hiss followed by the moan that escaped her as the hot water hit her skin. Relishing in the feeling of it, she turned around and pulled Daryl in. Since the shower head rained straight down, there was just enough room under the spray for both of them. Daryl bent his neck and captured her lips, loving the feel of her slick body pressed up against his as she pressed herself against him.
Tea pulled away again only to kiss, suck, and lick a trail down his neck to his clavicle. Moving even further downward, she teased one of his nipples with her teeth and flicked it with her tongue before trailing slowly down his body. Daryl gathered her wet hair on top of her head and leaned back against the back of the shower as he realized what she was doing. Tea kissed her way down until she reached his Apollo's belt, licking from one end to the other as she lowered herself to her knees. Coming back to his length, she took it in her hand while looking up at him. She licked the length from hilt to tip before wrapping her lips around him and sucking. He wasn't quite placid, but he had yet to fully come alive, and Tea took her time in swallowing him down.
Twirling her tongue around the head before slowly sucking his manhood back down to the hilt, she kept her eyes fixed on his as best she could in the shower. One hand wrapped around the base of his dick as he hardened and became too much to take all the way. Her other hand held firmly to his hip as she worked away at his pleasure and Daryl began bucking into her mouth. She moaned at the feeling and the taste of it, causing him to grunt above her and pull at her hair. Tea stood back up as Daryl turned her around and positioned her to face the wall. Bending her over and putting her hands against the tiles, he brought one hand down between her legs, letting his fingers slide through her water-slicked folds, teasing her clit until she was begging him to take her.
Daryl was quick to comply, hissing at feeling the difference in the heat from the water and the heat from being inside Ania herself. Tea keened at the feel of him entering her from behind. Every time he took her like this, he got deeper and was harsher than when he was on top of her or had her riding him. He didn't move immediately, instead adjusting his grip on her as he slowly moved out, watching the water fall on her bare ass before he smacked it hard enough to leave a print. He smiled as he rammed himself all the way back in, the mewl coming from her having him repeat the action. Tea moved with him, rolling her hips backward every time Daryl thrust forward, making him take her even deeper and harder. Daryl pressed his chest against her back and sucked at her shoulder as he pressed her further into the wall before pulling out of her.
Whipping her around, his lips crashed to hers as he lifted her off the ground and slammed back into home. The new position, with her knees caught in his elbows and her back against the wall, had him grunting as he hit her back wall with every thrust as her moans ticked higher. Tea held on for dear life as Daryl set a brutal pace to chase a second release. He was heavily panting by the time she started practically screaming his name and begging him to cum. Her walls were latched tightly around him as he pummeled into her until he was practically roaring his release deep inside of her. He'd just set her down when a bang on the bathroom door got their attention.
"Hey! Some of us haven't showered yet! Mind hurrying it up!" Glenn's voice rang out.