As the weather turned warmer and I began joining the crews working in the fields again, I was occasionally able to reconnect with old friends who stopped by. We had kept to ourselves and been working hard to get settled for the first few months, but eventually word spread through town that I'd survived and made it back with a whole group of new folks, and people got curious.

Most people just wanted to give me a hug and tell me how glad they were to see me, and the latest news with their family. Most had lost at least a few loved ones, and some of my friends hadn't made it at all, or had left to find family elsewhere.

One day I heard Rick yell my name from the gate and I found Liz grinning at an uncomfortable Daryl, who she'd managed to corner. After hugging me tightly, she spun to look him up and down and nodded approvingly. "You know, after you sent me that picture those arms showed up in my dreams a few times" she teased, and Daryl reddened.

"I mean, don't get me wrong, I was terrified for you but I was also a teeny bit suspicious that you managed to get stranded in a terrifying horror-filled MAGA country with someone who looked like he could keep the dead away and you fully satisfied without a problem."

I rolled my eyes. "I'm hoping you didn't mention this to anyone else?" I questioned, and she laughed. "No worries, my lips were sealed as always. But when I heard you were home and you and Raph weren't together, I was pretty sure I knew who was keeping your bed warm. And I didn't blame you for a second. You know our old deal?"

I had no idea what she was talking about, and it must have showed on my face because she turned to Daryl. "I told her that I'd happily have a threesome with her and Jamie Fraser" she informed him, "and I'll extend that offer to her and you, anytime." I was pretty sure Daryl had never heard of Outlander but to his credit he just raised his eyebrows at me and then gave Liz a nod. "That's . . . very informative" he said. "Thanks for the offer" and he gave her a wink before walking away.

I had never seen Daryl relaxed enough around women we didn't know to be flirtatious, and stared after him for a minute before Liz got my attention. "Sorry for scaring him off, but you know I have to be honest" she said with a mischievous grin. I bumped her with my shoulder as we headed toward the house so she could meet the rest of the group and then laughed, "I don't think I've ever seen that expression on his face," I giggled. "And I think he's probably asking someone who Jamie Fraser is right now."

Daryl found me later in the barn and leaned up against the sheep pen while I filled their water trough. "That was enlightening" he said, and I blushed slightly. "Liz was that person I could say anything to" I said, "and I knew she wouldn't think less of me. I was pretty sheltered for a long time, and she kind of allowed me to think about or say stuff that I'd always thought was kind of improper or something, for a wife a mother and, you know, respectable lawyer."

Daryl tugged at my belt loops, pulling me toward him, and tilted my chin up so I had to meet his eyes. "Like what?" he said huskily, and I flushed, heat prickling in my abdomen. "Like, um," I fiddled with his shirt, leaning into him slightly. "Like fantasy stuff, you know?"

He ran his thumbs over my nipples, which were pushing at the fabric of my too-small bra and hummed. "Ya plan to tell me 'bout these fantasies?" he asked, and I dropped my head to his shoulder. "Maybe?" I whispered, suddenly shy, and he picked me up and sat me on the top of the stall fence, standing between my legs.

"Y'don' have to" he said quietly. "But I wanna know ever'thing ya want, and even the stuff ya don' really want but sometimes like ta think about." I nodded, and rested my forehead on his shoulder, fingers tracing his ribs lightly. "You remember that time in the library?" I said quietly, and he hummed a yes. "That . . . that kind of thing was one of them. Like, I think the risk of being caught or whatever. Or the thought that someone might . . . watch."

I rubbed my thighs together, turned on by the memory and his closeness, and then straightened up as I heard dad and brother's voices just outside. Daryl's chest rumbled in a quiet laugh and he helped me down from the wall. "Probably not hot to get caught by yer family" he murmured, kissing my forehead, "but I ain't done with this conversation."

"I'm guessin'" Daryl drawled, slowly unbuttoning my shirt that night, "that one a those fantasies involves some hot Scottish guy in a kilt?"

"Where on earth did you find out who Jamie Fraser is?" I said, trying and failing to keep a straight face, and he just shook his head, amused.

"Y'don' think I'm into historic romance novels?" he deadpanned, and I started laughing and couldn't stop. "No seriously," I gasped, "Did you ask Rick? Carol? My mom? I need to know how that conversation went!" He dug his fingers into my side, tickling me until I surrendered, "Okay, okay, don't tell me! And yes, Jamie Fraser is quite the appealing character. At the top of Liz's list, a little further down on mine."

"List?" he questioned, and I nodded. "We were in a book club and we all had our list of characters we'd most want to spend a night with." Daryl raised his eyebrows and pulled my shirt off while I unhooked my bra and groaned at the feeling of having it off. I needed to find a bigger one but hadn't had the time, and I massaged my tender skin sighing in relief. Daryl's eyes darkened and he took over, careful not to be too rough, and mimicking my movements, but managing to brush against my nipples periodically, which hardened obediently.

"Just so you know" I said, as he unbuttoned my pants and slipped them off my hips with my panties. "The third trimester I'm just going to feel huge and gross and not want you to touch me, so even though I should probably be embarrassed at how horny I am all the time, I really don't care. All you have to do is look at me and I'm soaking wet." It was true - I felt like I was walking around in a constant state of arousal these days, far more than I'd ever experienced with my other kids.

Daryl stripped down to his boxers while I was talking, and crawled behind me, sitting against the pillows and pulling my back against his chest so I could lay there. He stroked my breasts again, ghosting over my aching nipples, and then took my hand and pulled it down to my wet pussy. "Show me what you did when you had yer little fantasies" he growled quietly, and I bit my lip and closed my eyes, running my fingers along my wet slit, rubbing them on either side of my clit, and then circling it slowly.

Daryl was still playing gently with my nipples, so I lifted my other hand to touch his face, and turned my head up to look at him. "I usually wasn't this wet" I confessed, "and sometimes I had to use lube, but," I closed my eyes, sensations from my fingers' work starting to cloud my thinking, "but it helped me clear my head of everything I was worrying about."

"Tell me what ya thought about" Daryl murmured, and I slowed my fingers slightly, still hesitant. "Um, sometimes . . . what I said before? And sometimes stuff like spanking or whatever. Withholding orgasms", I began moving my fingers again, feeling him throb against my lower back, "or other stuff like we've done, pretending I'm sort of innocent." I could feel my climax starting to build, and angled my hips slightly, moving more quickly.

"And sometimes", I said breathlessly, "I thought about what it would be like with another woman, or watching two men." I was close, my fingers moving in tighter circles, but Daryl grabbed my hand and pulled it back, and my eyes flew open. I couldn't tell what he was thinking, though clearly he was still aroused, and I worried I'd said something that bothered him.

He pulled both my hands up and set them gently on the back of his neck, wordlessly telling me to leave them there, then ran his hands lightly down my curved arms, over my ribcage and waist, and pulled my legs further apart. I was still breathing deeply, and desperate for release, but I had missed him in this role and wanted more.

"So," he said, sinking a finger inside me with agonizing slowness. "Did these fantasies stop when you got to Georgia?" I shook my head, shifting my hips fruitlessly trying to get more. "Hmmm. And were they about characters in books?" I thought about lying, but didn't see the point. "No", I panted, "I haven't thought about that list in ages. I mean at first I was too scared to think about anything, but then at the farm I started thinking about you all the time, even though I was trying not to -" I broke off and my eyes flew open as he took his slick finger and slid it over my back entrance.

His finger massaged small circles around the tightly puckered opening, and I found that it felt good, but I was completely out of my depth and had no idea where he was going with this. I knew I definitely wasn't ready for anal sex, and I'd never really figured out how people got over the gross factor. Daryl slipped his fingers back to my pussy and I relaxed slightly, but he leaned down to murmur in my ear. "Baby, calm down. I'm just touchin' you, ain't gonna go any further than that. If it feels good, just relax and don' think about it too much."

I exhaled shakily and nodded, and managed not to tense up when his fingers slid back again. He was right, it did feel good, and provided a different sensation than I'd felt before. He alternated between my ass and my clit, working me back to the edge, then easing me off again, until I was a aching, squirming wreck, teetering on the brink of an orgasm and I couldn't think straight, before he asked. "And which men did you picture together?" His thumb hovered over my clit, waiting for an answer, and I blurted out, "you and Rick" before he gave me what I needed and I came all over his hand, almost sobbing with relief.

As soon as I came down from the high, I realized what I'd said and rolled away from him to hide my red face. He pulled me back and gave me a very self satisfied smirk. "Y'embarrassed about that one?" he said slyly and I shoved halfheartedly at his chest. "You play dirty, Dixon. You're not freaked out about that?" He shook his head, "Why? Not like I never thought about watchin' Maggie eat y'out or something."

"Oh my god" I muttered, covering my face with my hands. "I won't even be able to look at them tomorrow." Daryl kissed me, deepening it until I relaxed and pressed into him again. "Hmmm. Thought about goin' down on you in the dining room back at the prison, spreadin' you out on a table so anyone walkin' by could see your pretty pussy, and wish they could taste ya, includin the women."

I bit back a moan, still self-conscious, and Daryl gripped my jaw, holding me still. "Don' hide from me," he said sternly. "Y'like somethin', I wanna know." I nodded, and whispered, "I would have done it. If you wanted me to, on a table in the dining room, as long as no one else touched me but you."

His eyes darkened, and he pushed inside me without warning, satisfied when I moaned loudly. "Y'woulda moaned like that, even if y'knew someone would come find out what was goin' on?" I nodded, unbelievably turned on at the thought. "Yes. I would have wanted them to watch you eat my pussy" I said breathlessly, as he fucked me hard, biting his favorite spot on my shoulder until I cried out, then licking it in apology. I felt my orgasm building again, and felt an overwhelming need to be connected to him in every way possible, reaching up to kiss him, tongues tangling, chests pressed together, my legs wrapped around his waist until we tumbled over the edge of pleasure together, with no attempt to keep quiet.