Okay, you have finally made it to the big make up chapter. I hope you enjoy it. Sorry if I missed anybodies messages but my email is still messed up so I am getting half of the notifications, if that. Anyway, I'm in a rush. I really hope you like this chapter! Thank you for reading and reviewing! Much love!
Wanna Screw Around?
Chapter Twenty Four
He pulled off onto the dirt road and took his time driving up to the house. The road was riddled with potholes. He hadn't seen the house yet and he wished there was more light so he could get a better look. He had to admit that it was big enough. He could see that much right away. Her car was parked not too far from the drive and he parked the truck beside it. He glanced around before getting out. He didn't see her anywhere, which was odd to him. If she was expecting him then he figured she would come out to greet him so she could give him the tour of the place.
He climbed the porch steps with a frown. The front door was unlocked but the house was dark.
"Carol?" he called out but only a slight echo answered him. "What the hell, woman," he grumbled to himself.
He went up the stairs after searching the first floor and paused in the long hallway. There was a door at the end and he could see dim light shining under the crack. He stomped to the door, getting more anxious by the second. The door opened up to another set stairs.
"Jesus, how big is this fuckin' place?" he muttered as he climbed to the top.
Once he got to the top he saw that the source of the light was a couple lanterns turned down low. The room was huge. Just one big open space. One side was in shadow but the side that was brighter with the lantern light had a makeshift bed. It looked like just tons of blankets piled up on top of one another. But it looked like a bed anyway. He stumbled to a stop when he saw what was lying on top of the thick comforter, propped up on the pillows.
"Holy shit," he whispered. He couldn't take his eyes off of the spot as he finally gathered his wits about him and put one foot in front of the other. His eyes took in the smooth lines and perfect angles. It was one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen. He had never dreamed of possessing something as perfect as what was lying there right in front of him.
"TenPoint Carbon Xtra CLS," he breathed right before he took a deep breath and snatched it up. He had seen plenty of these bows in his lifetime but never thought he would ever get the chance to use one. These things were worth more than he ever had on hand. Hell, his truck had been cheaper than what this bow was worth.
He tested the weight and then held it up, squeezing one eye shut and peering through the sights. The smile that broke out over his face was actually painful but he couldn't shake it. This must be how women felt when they got diamonds and other useless shit. He never understood what the fuss was about until now.
He reluctantly sat it back down on the blanket and glanced once more around the huge space. With one last lingering look at it he finally made his way back down the stairs. She wasn't anywhere in the house and it was all the way dark out now. He was starting to get nervous again.
He went out the front door and then stopped. She was coming up the porch steps. She was wearing that dress that he had wished earlier he had hid in case she tried to wear it when she went to see Ed. He was glad he hadn't had the good sense to hide it before he left because she looked just as incredible as she had the last time he had seen her in it. She was barefoot, holding the fancy shoes by the straps in one hand.
When her eyes met his she looked unsure. He knew without a doubt then that they would be okay. She'd been scared, just like him and that was alright. She had every reason to be. He shut the door behind him and took a few steps towards her. She had stopped on the top step.
"Do you like the house?" she asked in a quiet voice.
He nodded.
"Do you wanna see the rest of it?"
He nodded again and she turned without another word and so he followed her down the steps. The sky was cloudless and the moon was full and he couldn't help but feel an eerie feeling. But that wasn't unfounded. The last time he had walked with her through moonlight he had lost her. He tried to think of something other than that so he focused on the way the silvery light bouncing off the skin of her back and how it made her almost look like a ghost gliding through the darker backdrop.
The barn was a huge hulking structure half obscured by a grove of trees. It took him a minute before he realized what the trees actually were. "Apple trees?"
She glanced back at him, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth as she nodded. "There's a lot of them. That'll be really nice."
He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. He couldn't tell what kind of shape the barn was in but it was plenty big enough to house some animals. "Need to get some goats," he mused out loud.
"Goats?" she asked curiously as they passed the barn.
"They don't need as much upkeep as cows and they don't eat as much. Still produce a lot of milk so we'd be alright there."
"I'm going to see about getting the ponds stocked too. We'll be fine during the summer months and throughout the winter we can get into the supplies we're able to stock up on. Glenn thinks we should get one of those metal storage buildings set up behind the house."
He was actually starting to get excited. This was really going to work. "You sound a lot more sure than you were this mornin'," he nudged her shoulder with his own as they kept walking.
She stopped then and put a hand on his arm. "I freaked out," she said as she looked away. "I said things out of fear that I didn't mean." She met his eyes and he could tell that she was struggling to hold them. "I'm sorry for that." She seemed to also be struggling to hold her composure and he felt himself frowning.
"You forgettin' who you're talkin' too? I'm the goddamn king of sayin' shit I don't mean," he felt the corners of his mouth turn up and he had a quick vision of him apologizing to her on Hershel's farm for calling her a stupid bitch and storming off like an asshole. He looked down, unable to hold her gaze anymore.
"At first I thought you were gone for good," she said in that quiet voice.
This had him looking back up at her. "I always come back."
She bit her lip and nodded. Neither one of them had made an attempt to touch the other. The brief contact of her hand on his arm was all there was. He wasn't sure what that meant but when she started walking again he fell in step beside her. She led him on wordlessly not saying anything else until they made it to a large pond. It was bigger than any of the ones on Hershel's farm. The sounds of frogs and crickets filled the air.
He followed her to the waters edge, not even noticing at first that she had been leading him to a specific place. She must have went blanket crazy because there was another one spread out on the ground close to where they were standing. He wasn't sure what to think about that. When he looked back at her she wasn't looking at him but he could have sworn he could make out the color in her cheeks even in the pale light.
He glanced around. The moon was reflected in the pond and the water was so smooth even the stars reflected on its glass like surface. The scene looked like something out of a movie.
"This seemed a lot less cheesey in my head, I swear," she said quickly. "Now it just seems..." her voice trailed away when she met his eyes.
He shrugged. She was trying hard to tell him she was sorry and he had to do something to let her know that it was alright. He wasn't good at all this expressing himself shit so he went with the first thing that popped in his head. "Ya wanna screw around?"
She pressed her lips together in a hard line but it didn't work. Her laughter bounced around in the darkness causing him to break out in a rare grin of his own. All that tension he sensed in her seemed to evaporate and the smile that took it's place was a radiant thing.
He rubbed the back of his neck, not too sure what to do now. Even after everything they had done he was still unsure of himself at times. Times like right now. She seemed to sense it and then took a step closer.
"Are you hungry?" she asked.
He tilted his head to the side. "I spose. What'd ya do, bring food all the way out here?"
"I already feel stupid enough, Daryl. Don't make it worse." She stepped around him and, sure enough, there was a cooler nestled in the tall grass on the other side of the blanket.
She must have really felt bad to go to all this trouble. He really wasn't used to anybody going to any trouble at all for the likes of him and he wasn't sure how to act. He sat down on the blanket, the grass under it made it more comfortable than he thought it would be. She sat across from him and handed him a sandwich wrapped in plastic and then, thankfully, a cold bottle of beer.
He wasn't going to bring it up but he wanted to know. "Did you do that thing you were plannin' on doin?"
She stopped mid chew and then shook her head. "There isn't anything I need to say to him. You were right and I wasn't really thinking. Sophia doesn't want him here anyway."
He was silent for a while, another question rolling around in his head. "And if she did?"
"Then me and you would just have to talk her out of it." There was a firm tone in her voice that told him that she didn't want to talk about this anymore. He didn't blame her. He really didn't want to talk about it either.
"Where did you go?" She asked once they were finished eating.
He gazed out over the water and then shifted so he was on his knees, picking at the beer label. He told her all about his day out with Dale. She started grinning when he told her about Dale talking about them and how he had to lie every time Dale asked a question about their relationship.
After a while they lapsed into silence again but she finally broke it. "Do you think you'll learn to like it here?" She sounded like she was worried he wouldn't.
He wanted to tell her that it didn't matter where the hell they ended up, as long as she was with him but he felt the heat rising in his cheeks just thinking about saying something like that. "I like it. It has just about everything we need. Maybe your friend Doug isn't as big of a dumb ass as he looks."
She beamed at him then and moved so she was on her knees in front of him. He downed the last of his fourth bottle of beer quickly. "Did you just admit that I did good?" she said teasingly.
"Startin' to think they're ain't anything you ain't good at, woman," he grumbled. That had slipped but it was worth it because her smile got bigger and she shuffled a little closer. He opened another beer and swallowed down half of it before coming up for air. He wasn't getting drunk but he was drinking fast enough for the alcohol to hit him harder than it would if he had just sipped on it like she was doing. He finished it off. That was five to her one. He was much more relaxed than he had been and he couldn't stop eyeing the low cut of that dress.
"You're sweet," she beamed.
He scowled, eyes trailing down to her waist. He bit his lip and met her eyes again. He held them there as his hand slipped around her hesitantly. She moved closer still, her chest heaving a little as her breath became more ragged.
He still marveled at how quickly she always seemed to react to him. But then when his fingers grazed the soft skin at the small of her back his heart went into overdrive. He guessed it was a mutual thing. Neither one of them made a move to do anything more than that. Just the tips of his fingers running up her back had them both breathing heavily. He broke their heated gaze, dipping his head and running his nose down her throat, not stopping until he was able to press his lips to her collarbone, which he had learned was a sensitive spot to her for some reason.
He took in a deep breath, savoring the smell of her, wondering idly when things had gotten so comfortable between them that this wasn't causing him to have a panic attack. But she had done so much today, tried so hard to show him that she hadn't meant what she had said, that all he could think about doing was making her feel good. That was the only thing he could focus on. Let her know that everything was going to be okay. Better than okay. Things were going to be good. He couldn't tell her any of this. Every time he even thought of telling her anything he was feeling he felt stupid. He was much more a man of action than a man of words and it seemed to be working because he could feel her pulse under his lips as he moved them up her neck.
He pulled her closer and wrapped his other arm around her. When his fingers started untying the knot at the back of her neck he finally kissed her. He wasn't in a hurry though. He kept his hands on her back, even when it was undone. She must have had other plans though because he felt her hands move under his shirt, moving them up until he had to actually pull away and help her get it over his head.
He cupped her face, stopping her from turning this around and making it all about him. He started kissing her again and moving so he was pressed against her once more. As soon as their bodies touched she made a sound in the back of her throat, urging him forward. He moved then, forcing her to move back as he wrapped an arm around her waist again and moved her legs apart with his knee.
He moved his lips away from her mouth and to her ear. He was finding it hard to catch his breath, especially when her hand went to his pants. He had to stop her by grabbing her by the wrist. She made a frustrated sound but it was choked off once his lips tugged lightly at her ear lobe.
"Lay down," he commanded in a rough whisper.
She pulled her head back and wide blues met his. He stayed where he was and watched her obey. Her knees were drawn up and pressed together. He was still in the same spot he had been in, on his knees in front of her. She almost looked scared as he watched her. At least she did until he slipped one hand between her knees. She seemed to relax a little as he ran that hand down her inner thigh, the dress was obstructing his view but there was something about feeling her skin but not allowing himself to see it that caused him to ache.
She kept her legs tense but still gave him enough room to move down further, just with that one hand. Her arms were at her sides and she had both her hands fisted around the blanket as she watched him. He was having trouble keeping himself in control. He wanted to rip the panties away and bury himself in her. Instead the tips of his fingers barely brushed over the lace. Her chest was rising and falling quickly but he kept his touch light, ghosting over her
A frown formed between her eyes and she arched into his hand, but he wasn't letting her get her way. He wasn't drunk from the beer he had drank. He was drunk on something totally different. He wanted to make her frustrated, even though he knew it was mean. Spending his whole life thinking he wasn't good enough for anything. Thinking that he was going to be stuck alone with his ass of a brother. Thinking that no one in the world could want someone like him. He was drunk on the knowledge that all of that was bullshit. She cared. He was good enough for her. She wanted him. And he was going to let himself enjoy it for a little while longer, even though it was becoming just as hard for him.
"Daryl," she breathed. She sounded so desperate.
He used his other hand to move her leg so he had more room to move. He stilled his hand and pressed it flat against her lower abdomen. Now he was only using his thumb, finding the spot he had discovered their last night together. He used more pressure but still went slow. She gasped and then moved her legs further apart.
He swallowed hard. He had to force himself to keep calm.
"Damn it, Daryl," she panted.
Who the hell would have guessed that this would be something he was actually good at? He watched her squirm, feeling almost light headed. Of course he was light headed. He didn't have any blood left to reach his brain. It was all pulsing painfully in his crotch.
He finally slid the panties down her thighs and tossed them to the side like she had done his shirt. She looked relieved but he still wasn't planning on rushing this. He leaned over her, still on his knees and bracing himself on one arm as his fingers went back to work on her. She pulled his face down roughly and kissed him hard at the exact same moment his middle finger slipped inside her. She whimpered against his lips.
Since he was using one hand to brace himself and the other one was quite busy, he had no way to stop her when she started frantically tugging at the button of his pants. Before she had a chance to slide her hand inside he had to stop her so he grabbed both of her hands, slamming them down above her head, pinning them there easily.
"You ain't got no patience, ya know that?" He asked breathlessly right before he let go of her hands. She actually growled at him but she kept her hands where they were. She was glaring at him with so much menace that he laughed quietly against her neck. He'd never seen her like his before.
Since he already had the back of the dress untied it didn't take much effort to peel it away from the top half of her. Her hands went to his hair once his lip finally made it to the top of her breast and his hand slid back down between her legs. The sounds of her heavy breathing drowned out the sound of the frogs and he found himself forgetting where he was. He was completely focused on nothing but her. Her hands in his hair urging him on until he finally ripped himself away from her.
He raised up all the way until he was looking down at her again. The dress now was nothing more than a jumble of cloth around her midsection. It wasn't going to be in his way so he ignored it, for now, in his haste to get to where he was going.
She opened her mouth like she was about to say something but he didn't wait to hear what it was she had to say. In one fluid motion he pushed her knees further apart and then dipped his head between her legs before she could form any sort of protest.
"Daryl, what are you... Oh God..." Her fingers tangled into his hair as his tongue took over the spot that he had worked on with his thumb. He stayed focused on that one spot since he wasn't experienced at this kind of thing enough to risk exploring any further and ruining it. He definitely wanted too though. His mouth filled with saliva to the point where he had to stop long enough swallow just at the thought of tasting more of her. Her legs tensed when his finger pushed into her again.
For a second he thought he had done something wrong and hurt her when she let out a shocked cry and then actually arched her back off the ground. He realized then that he had actually done it right because those sounds ripping out of her weren't the kinds of sounds a woman made when she was hurt. He didn't stop until she finally grew still and was weakly pushing his head away.
After that he rolled over onto his back and fought to get his boots off and then struggled out of his pants. He didn't feel like himself and it almost freaked him out. He didn't feel like that other Daryl either. He had tunnel vision. The only thing running through his mind now was that he needed release and she was the only one that could give him any. All other logical thought was completely obliterated by that overwhelming need.
When he glanced over at her she was just shoving the dress down her legs. He grabbed her by the calf and jerked her closer, rolling at the same time until she was under him. Her hands went to his shoulders and she seemed to brace herself, like she knew that he was slightly out of control and the chances of him being gentle about this were slim.
He met her eyes and clenched his teeth together as he shifted. She tilted her hips just enough so he was pressed against her. She gave him a quick nod, like she was giving him permission to do what he needed to do. His head was a mess, memories of things they had already done swirling around his brain, driving him forward. The way her hands felt wrapped around him. The way her body moved in perfect sync with his. But it wasn't just that. The need to be as close to her as possible wasn't simply a physical want. It was an emotional hell being away from her.
He dropped his forehead down to hers and then finally moved into her. He bit his lip hard once he was moving, and like he suspected he wasn't careful or gentle. The way she wrapped around him let him know that it was okay. She didn't need or want gentle at the moment. Her frantic need met his, both of them needing this. He kept his eyes locked onto hers. If she gave him the first hint that he was hurting her he would stop, but she dragged her nails down his back and arched into him. He was overstimulated as it was, his nerve endings electric and alive and with every stroke his body jerked at the sudden sensations that hit him. The harder he drove into her, the hotter she felt. The grip she had on him was like a vice but it was smooth as silk as that warm liquid heat built deep inside. But it still wasn't enough. He hooked her leg through the crook of his arm and pulled it up, going deeper still. Every touch was so intense that when he felt her muscles inside start to contract even tighter around him, throbbing with every frantic beat of her heart it caused a primal growl to rip from his throat.
She almost screamed. She probably would have if he hadn't crushed her lips with his own, drinking in the sounds of her pleasure at the exact moment he poured into her with a muffled groan against her mouth. The groan turned into a pitiful whimper as the pleasure increased, surprising him. He was shocked when it didn't taper off but actually peaked. He buried his head between her neck and shoulder, cursing as his his body twitched uncontrollably.
He was usually eager to have another go round. He was secretly smug, knowing his recovery time was nothing like most men's. But not this time. He was completely spent, panting into her neck as he finally let go of her leg. She ran her thigh over his hip, her fingers tracing lightly over the scars on his back. It felt good just to be touched. Touched by her, anyway. He had nothing to hide here. There was nothing to be afraid of with her. She regarded him like he was the most perfect thing in the world, even though he knew that wasn't true at all, she believed it and so he almost believed it too when he was with her. It was like an addiction.
He was probably crushing her but she didn't act like she was uncomfortable. He didn't know how long he stayed like that, savoring the aftershocks of the most incredible physical feeling he had ever experienced before. Every time was good. Better than good, really, but this time was different. He shifted so he was no longer inside of her but he still didn't move away from her. They were silent themselves but he was once more aware of the night sounds around them.
Her fingertips still drew invisible patterns over his skin and occasionally raked through his sweaty hair. He didn't want to move. He could have stayed like that forever but he had too get up. He raised his head and braced himself on his elbows. She was staring up at him, her arms draped loosely over his neck. The moon was reflected in her eyes, giving him that eerie feeling again.
"Back to the real world, Dixon," she said with a mischievous grin.
He groaned and then dropped his head back down. He bit her shoulder playfully. He reached for his pants and kissed her quickly before rolling off of her. He still felt like he could hardly move as he yanked his pants up. He didn't even bother buttoning them before he sat up. When he looked over she was on her knees, tying the straps of the dress back behind her neck.
He blew out a breath and grabbed her hand, pulling her up. They left everything the way it was. They would get to it before they left the farm in the morning. Right now he was thinking about how comfortable that huge stack of blankets was going to be. And for the first time in four days he was going to be able to actually sleep.