A/N: Someone recently asked if I was going to update this. I will finish every story I start, never fear. Thank you to the person who asked, and I love you all xx xxx xx

Jamie woke up first the next morning on her stomach with Daryl right next to her and half on top of her. The weight of him felt so good and forbidden in the best of ways. She hadn't woken up with a man wrapped around her in such a long time. She paused to savor it because it was going to be the last time.

His face was sideways into the pillow, and he was out like a light. The sun was shining, so she knew they had slept longer than they had intended to. Not that either of them had anywhere at all to go, but still it was a surprise.

They had stayed up later than they intended to also and also a surprise, a wonderful one. They had made love twice the night before, and she could feel her breath hitch and her heartbeat race just thinking about it.

The clock on the bedside table said eleven am, and she couldn't remember sleeping that late in years.

She looked out the window at the woods behind the house and sighed. This had just gotten ten times more complicated. She reached for her phone next to the clock and checked it for messages and calls. There hadn't been any. That was a good thing, but somehow she knew there would be some eventually and soon.

Jamie knew it was all going to come crashing down on her, and she should just hop on a plane to some other country and be done with it.

She looked over at him, still sleeping, the two demon tattoos on his back, beautiful and absurd all at the same time. They talked long into the night, and he had told her all about his father. He had been abused by someone who was supposed to love him, just like she was. They both carried scars, both on the outside and also on the inside.

All the more reason the end it now.

They connected with each other on every level, and that's how she knew she couldn't stay. Daryl was a good man, too good for her to involve him in this mess she had created. She had also involved Andrea and Amy by staying at their Bed and Breakfast, all of Daryl's friends, and his brother and uncle and it had to stop.

The list was endless, and she had only been there for two days.

It was just getting more and more complicated the longer she stayed, she extricated herself from underneath him and reached for her shirt on the floor. Throwing her feet off of the bed she sat up and slipped her shirt back on; the backpack was against the wall, and as she studied it, she thought she should just go.

She would regret not saying goodbye to him, and he would be angry and hurt, but he would get over it.

This was fun, but she was dangerous to him. He said he didn't care and that he wanted her to stay, but in the light of day, that seemed so careless.

She would only make his life worse if she stayed and God forbid if Greg were coming to look for her. Who was she kidding, he was looking, he and his minions? She was about to reach for the backpack and dip out on Daryl real quick when his hand shot out and grabbed her wrist.

"Don't even think about it." He mumbled from the bed; his face still shoved into the pillow. He didn't turn, and he didn't let go of her wrist. "You aren't going anywhere."

"Daryl, I…"

"Just forget it, I'm never letting you go." He said, finally rolling over to face her. He pulled her back into the bed with him and wrapped his arms around her. "Not after last night."

He rolled her under him and pushed her legs apart with his hips. He kissed down her neck until she stopped protesting and then she was giggling.

"I'm going to make your life complicated and hard Daryl, you don't understand.'"

"Yeah." He grinned. "It's hard." He said wiggling his eyebrows. How could she leave him, he was one of a kind?

Jamie had never been with a man like him; he was so refreshing and so real. "That's not what I meant." She laughed. "I'll make your life hard. It's going to be a shitshow."

"Well." He smiled at her. "I'm not so worried about that right now, all I want right now is to make love to you again."

"We have to come up for air sometimes though and face this situation," Jamie said.

"Yeah." He said rolling them over so that she was on top of him. "We will, later."

"Ok." She smiled down at him. "Then we have to talk if you want me to stay."

"Deal."

He rolled her back under him and kissed down her neck, remembering what his mother had said so long ago, one day he would meet the woman who would go through him and it would hit him when he least expected it.

It had hit him alright, and it was like a ton of bricks. This was not just sex for him, and he hoped it was more for her. He could love her; he knew it yesterday before they came back to the house. He didn't want to think about it then, but now it was all he could think about.

He could love her forever.

Daryl kissed down her neck and over her collarbone and she reached for him. Jamie was married to a man who knew jack shit about how to please a woman; she had never been with someone like Daryl. His hands and lips were all over her, and he made her feel things she had never felt before.

She let out a sigh as he traveled down her body with his wicked tongue. This man would be the death of her; she was sure of that.

Daryl stopped at her stomach and looked up at her, with his hair falling over her face.

"Spread your legs for me, sweetheart." He said with a rasp to his voice. "I'm gonna make you cum so good."

"The dirty talk is killing me, Daryl; you're like a dream come true." She gasped out as she felt his hands on her inner thighs, spreading her wide.

And this was the greatest thing about being with a woman his age. They were both old enough to know what they wanted and not afraid to say it or take it.

"That's what I'm here for darlin." He said burying his face between her legs when she wasn't expecting it, and she let out a squeak.

"Your brother." Jamie hissed.

"Is probably still sleeping off his wings and beer from last night." He replied moving his hands down over her and spreading her wider still. "Don't worry about him."

Jamie relaxed into the bed and ran her hands through his hair. One step at a time, one moment at a time and she wanted this.

It was hard to stay in the moment in the light of day, but she was trying. There was no way she could resist him. He slid his tongue over her and added his fingers until she was sweating and panting as if she had run a marathon.

Three times he brought her to the edge of the cliff and stopped until she was writhing and begging him to stop. Finally, he brought his face up to hers and kissed her.

"Had enough?" He whispered in her ear, and she could feel his breath on her skin, and she felt the goosebumps rise again. Her body was on fire now and aching for release; her breath ragged, and her heart was beating out of her chest.

"Yes, damn you." She breathed out pushing herself against his hand. He slammed his lips against hers, and he brought his fingers against her the way she wanted until she was screaming out his name.

"I want you to ride me." He moaned in her ear as he rolled them over and lifted her onto his lap. Jamie slid down on his dick as he grabbed her hips to hold her in place. "Wait sweetheart, slow."

He moved her hips with his hands slow and easy, feeling her all around him, so wet and warm. It had been a long time since he had been with anyone and he wanted to enjoy her. He wanted to enjoy her for a long time, and every time.

"Nice and slow baby." He said, closing his eyes and moving his hands along her sides. "That's it, ride me good." He moaned. "So good."

Jamie leaned down and kissed him hard, pulling her lips away from his and leaving him wanting more. She moved her hips against his, and she never went faster not even when he came screaming a string of curses that made her blush from head to toe.

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