Belt Loops of Love

Chapter 6: Tease

Wow, it's been a while since I've posted a chapter on this story and I apologize. Since the last time I've posted I've gotten a new computer but I lost all creative juices for writing. Things have been stressful for me lately so I haven't been in the mood to write though I really wanted to. Sorry again, please enjoy the chapter.

Robin's POV

I don't know why I was at Jacob's hospital, I had no reason to be, but here I was anyway walking to the elevator. I wanted to stop and go back home, but my feet were not obeying me. Without pushing a button, the elevator doors opened. Inside, was standing Daryl in a green plaid shirt that's sleeves were cut off showing me his lickable arms and some ripped jeans. He asked me what floor and without controlling it, I told him I was going to the 21th. He nodded and pressed the button for me.

We rode in silence, thought I was trying to talk to him but nothing. When we reached the 12th floor, Daryl reached over and pressed the stop button. I looked at him confused and was about to ask him what was going on until he turned to me.

The look on his face shut me up. His face was blank but his eyes were dark predatory blue-almost black. His lust filled eyes scanned my body making heat rise in my cheeks. Out of instinct, I backed up against the wall as he drew in close. When we were separated by just a few inches, Daryl finally reached out for me. He rough hands were to my hips grasping my belt loops and he yanked me hard against his chest.

He held me against him staring down into my eyes. I felt so small looking up at him, but it felt so right. His body blocked out the light from above as he pressed me against the wall. I was trapped in the corner between his body and the wall.

His head was leaning towards mine slowly-too slow. Finally taking control, I grasped his head and brought his lips to mine. The kisses grew frantic right away like we were starving for each other's lips. We need to get closer, we feel closer. I pressed my body harder against his and he grasped me closer while squeezing my butt roughly.

His tongue forced its way in and battled mine for dominance. He kissed me hard, passionately and aggressively as he lifted my legs around his waist. He ground his pelvis making me moan into the kiss. I fisted my hands in his hair as I kissed with the same fire.

He pulled away breathing like he just ran a marathon, with a raspy voice, "I got to have you." It sent shivers down my spine, "But you got to wake up."

I looked at him confused, "What?"

"Robin, you got to wake you, honey." His voice changed. He sounded more like Blair now.

"What? No!" I just now realized this whole thing was a dream, a dream I most certainly did not want to wake up from, but I had no choice.

I opened my eyes to find Blair staying above me smirking. The jerk must have known I was having a wet dream but decided to wake me up anyway. I glared up at him. I really want the whole 'if looks could kill' to work right now so I could fall back to sleep and have that dream again.

"Good morning, beautiful. Did you have any good dreams?" He asked condescendingly.

"I hate you, you twat-swatting bitch." I seethed.

Blair's evil smile only widened, "Ah, did I wake you up during a good dream?"

"You know perfectly well what you did." I growled.

"Well, love, you're going to be late. You have a date with a sexy blue eyed mechanic." He pulled away the covers making me whine.

"Don't do that Blair, what if I was naked under there?" I said trying to grab the blanket, "And it's not a date, I'm just doing some more work for him since he bought me a car."

I felt like I owned Daryl after him trading the mysterious bag of mystery pills of mystery. I pestered him until he agreed into letting me do some more work for him. He said the garage was still clean, so he said I could clean up around his place. To say that I was excited to see his place and spend time with him would be an understatement. I was curious about his house and I really liked talking to him, even though I never knew if he was going to like me that day or not.

"Tell yourself whatever to help you keep calm, but I think it's a date." Blair smirked, "Now what are you wearing?" He turned to the pile of clothes I managed to pack from my brother's place. I didn't have much and I really needed to grab my other stuff. I dreaded having to go back over there.

"I'm going to be working Blair, I can't be wearing anything cute because I'm just going to get all sweaty and gross in it."

"Then where some adorable work clothes." Blair fished out a gray V-neck shirt and a pair of paint stained jeans. He throw onto the bed without even looking, so the jeans wound up landing on my head. I growled into the denim but didn't say anything. My control slipped for a moment when shoes landed on my stomach. I wanted to kill that Blair for ruining my dream and waking me up. That would teach him not to wake me up. For the record, I only ever contemplated murder in the mornings that should tell you what kind of person I was. If you're thinking I'm a morning person, then you're dead wrong.

"Come on, girlie, you got to see your future baby daddy." Blair said.

"I'm going to kill you Blair. Kill you and no one will find the body, however we'll have excellent corn next year." I said with the jeans still covering my face.

"Amazing corn, but you'd miss me." Blair laughed walking out of my bedroom.

"I wouldn't count on that right now." I yelled, "Anyway, it would be my luck and I would probably choke on a damn piece of that corn. Wouldn't that be ironic?" I said to myself.

Several Blair threats of dragging me out of bed and dressing me himself later, I hopped out of bed and jumped into the shower. I skipped make up, since I was just going to get sweaty and I didn't want make up dripping down my face. I pulled my hair into a bun then got dressed. Teeth was brushed and I looked presentable without being done up.

I gave Blair a kiss on the cheek before heading out. I ran out and jumped into my new car courtesy of Daryl. I entered his address into my phone's GPS and pulled out. Daryl lived about thirty minutes away from Blair's apartment. I drove outside of Atlanta to the more country area. I turned down a long dirt road where the trees became thicker until it completely blocked out the sun. I drove down many houses until I reached the end like he told me. Daryl's house was a double wide trailer with a small porch made of wood and an old wood shack off to the right. His front yard was empty of all garbage but the grass was dead. His front porch was just two cheap plastic chairs and a tin bucket filled to the brim with old cigarettes.

I crossed the porch and knocked on the door below the diamond-shaped window. I couldn't look in since it was covered in tinfoil from the inside but I heard Daryl stomping throughout his house. A moment later, the tinfoil was pulled up and I saw Daryl's bright blue eyes looking back at me. I smiled up at him and waved making him roll his eyes. He put the tinfoil back in place then opened the door.

"About time you got here." He grumbled.

"Sorry. Woke up late." I smiled sheepishly. Of course I didn't tell him the reason I slept late was because he had invaded by dream leaving me hot and bothered.

"Whatever." He said, then stood off to the side so I could step inside.

His place wasn't the grandest but it wasn't bad either. His furniture was old and worn in a few places but the inside of living room was pretty well cleaned just like his office was. His kitchen had a few dirty dishes but nothing that would take a long time to clean.

"You know you don't owe me nothing." Daryl said chewing on the pad of his thumb.

"You pretty much bought me a car, Daryl. I owe you a lot." I giggled, "So you just want me to straighten up in here? But that's still not much so anything else?"

Daryl shrugged as he thought about it for a moment. A few moments passed while he nibbled on his thumb. Occasionally his eyes would dart up to meet mine then he'd look away.

"I could wash your truck?" I offered. He just nodded after a quiet minute, "Oh, I could also make you dinner tonight!" I said excitedly.

He smirked around his thumb, "You a good cook?"

I smiled back, "I'm pretty good. Anything you in the mood for?"

He shrugged again, "I don't really have much here."

"Do you want me to run into town?" I asked setting my bag on his couch.

"If you want." He mumbled, "I'll eat anything."

I nodded, "You hungry now?"

He shook his head, "You get on to work and I'll let you know."

"Alright, I'll start with your truck first." I thought putting my hands on my hips. Daryl only shrugged in answer then handed me an old rag, a bucket, and some soap. I filled the bucket up in his sink; Daryl was kind enough to carry it outside of me since it was pretty heavy.

He stayed outside for a bit when I started. He didn't seem to know quite how to do and it was getting a bit awkward with him watching me. After several awkward minutes I told him he didn't have to watch me, he could go inside and relax. I made a comment also about next time I wash his truck, I'll bring my bikini, his face got adorably red and he hurried back into his trailer.

Washing Daryl's truck didn't not take too long, since it was like all that were his-old but clean. The cup-holders were makeshift ashtrays, but it was easy to empty out. A few wrappers littered the passenger side floor board, I threw those away then started wiping down the inside. The fun part was when I turned on my music from my car and washed the outside while jamming. I got wet but oh well. I was done with his trunk in about an hour and a half.

I did a happy sigh when I came back inside Daryl's air conditioned trailer, "Hey Dare, I'm done with your truck." I called out.

His head popped out of a backroom, "You can start cleaning up a bit but stay out of the back rooms." He ordered.

"Aye, aye Captain." I saluted cheekily making him roll his eyes. Daryl went off to the back room at the end of the trailer while I got ready to clean. I pulled out my iPhone and headphones and put on my Dubstep playlist. I danced while cleaning not caring that at any time Daryl might walk in and see me doing a spaz-like dance. I was, sadly, interrupted by my happy dance when my phone started to buzz. I frowned when I saw who it was calling me. It was none other than Jacob, who I have been avoiding talking to since yesterday after he kicked me out.

I thought now I should finally talk to him so with a sigh I answered, "Hello?" Please God, don't let me regret answering.

"About time!" I heard Jacob yell.

I sighed, I'm already regretting answering the call, "Hey Jake, how you doing?"

"I'm doing fine, I didn't call for small talk. When are you getting your shit out of my house?" Jake snapped just as Daryl came out of his back bedroom. I cringed knowing Daryl could hear what Jake was saying. My loud volume was pretty loud and Jacob wasn't helping by yelling in my ear.

"I'll come over tomorrow and get everything." I tried to explain as calm as possible.

"No, you need to come and get it now before I dump it." He snarled.

I sighed, "I can't get it now, Jake. I'm busy right now, but I promise I'll come by tomorrow and get it." In the corner of my eye, I saw Daryl walking over with his arms crossed over his chest. I took a quick look at him, oh he didn't look too pleased.

"Get your ass over here and get your shit!" Jacob replied, "I've had it long enough seeing it take up my guest room."

I started to boil over a bit, "Goddamnit Jake, I've only been moved out a day! I need a little time, but I will come over and get my stuff. I'm busy today, but I will come tomorrow." I snapped trying to avoid looking at Daryl. I hated doing all this in front of him.

I heard Jacob scoff and then I heard the phone click of being hung up. I stared at the phone is disgust then threw it on a couch. I turned to Daryl who was watching me. Oh God, what was I going to say to him?

Daryl spoke before I could think of something, "What does that fucker what?"

I sighed tiredly, "He wants me to get the rest of my stuff, or he'll through it out." I covered my face in my hands, "Really, can't I ever get a break!?" I yelled into my hands. I pulled the away then looked back at Daryl.

"I'm sorry, Daryl, I have to go get that stuff. It should only take an hour…" I started.

He held up a hand, "Just get in the truck. Let's get your shit and get back." He grabbed his work boots.

I stood there in confusion, "Wait, you're going with me?"

"Yea." He grumbled tying his boots.

I stared dumbly, "Why?"

"Do you want my help or not?" He snapped.

I held up my hands in surrender, "Calm down, I'm just asking. No need to get fussy." I grabbed my shoes by the door and slid them on, "With all the stuff you're doing for me, I'm going to be indebted to you for life. We might as well save the trouble and just put a collar and call me your slave." I laughed (and internally moaned) at the image.

I turned to see Daryl staring shocked at me with that adorable little blush I'm starting to become addicted to. I smirked, "From the looks of it, you don't seem against the idea. I admit the thought does get me excited."

"Shut up." He snapped yanking open the door. I giggled when I heard him murmuring 'little tease' under his breath. Oh, Daryl had no idea of what I tease I could be.