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Chapter 5

Hallie stuck her key in the front door and turned around before she unlocked it. She looked at him in the dim light that filtered through the trees from the street light. She could see his eyes burning as he looked at her. He leaned in and kissed her neck, pulling at the tender skin at the base near her shoulder. They were both pretty hammered but she was lucid enough to know she was in trouble with this guy. She knew that if she proceeded much further she'd be in dangerous territory. Not just casual sex. Hell, that might be nice. It HAD been a very long time. No, she knew this guy made her feel something in the pit of her stomach that she'd not felt in a long time.

"Daryl. Stop. Wait." she said.

His heart sank. Oh, fuck, she's not changing her mind. Please, God, don't do this. Please don't let her tell me she can't let me in now. His mind raced. He pulled back and looked at her, his hand rubbing the back of his neck.

"I want you to know something." she said.

"You got a kid?" he asked hesitantly.

"No."

"You got a cat?" he asked.

"No." she chuckled.

"You got a lot a' cats?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.

"No. No kids. No cats. No pets. No psycho ex-husband. Just me." she assured him. "I just want you to understand that I just don't do this all the time."

"Do what?" Daryl was now a bit confused. Umpteen beers and shots of tequila added to the confusion.

"I don't drag home strange men I meet in bars. Ever." she said, leaning against the door.

"So I'm yer' first strange man? What tha' hell 'm I doin' here then?" he laughed, pulling her to him.

Hallie's willpower gave way when she felt his arms around her. "I don't know what I'M doing, but you're definitely coming in." she said, stretching to put her arms around his neck. Daryl reached around her and turned the key and the pair half-fell inside as the door swung open.

Daryl growled, kicking the door shut with his foot, his mouth moving to hers, crushing, bruising her lips with hungry kisses. Hallie threw her purse in the general direction of the hall table and pulled off Daryl's jacket. Daryl's eyes adjusted so that in the dim light filtering in from the street, he could see the couch. He moved her quickly backwards to the living room and sat her down, kneeling in front of her. He pulled off her shoes without breaking the kiss. His tongue was wrapped around hers, her arms around his shoulders, wandering over his muscles, his hands moving through her hair, pulling her closer and closer. Hallie moaned as Daryl continued to kiss her roughly, urgently.

Hallie's hands moved to his shirt, undoing buttons one by one. Daryl's hands were on her waist still, his thumbs in front, squeezing, kneading, rubbing her stomach over her sweater, then moving under the hem, his hands on bare skin. He continued to move them upwards towards her breasts, her stomach muscles tight as she held her breath. He ran his thumbs along the top of her bra, feeling lace and silky skin simultaneously. Hallie's hands pulled his shirt open and Daryl withdrew his hands from under hers. He struggled to pull his own shirt off and tossed it to the side, then pulled her sweater off.

Hallie sat up on the edge of the couch as Daryl leaned in and kissed her breasts through her bra, first one then the other. He ran his fingertips along the bottom from the front to the back and undid the hook in a smooth motion. He pulled the straps down slowly. Hallie fought her instinct to cover herself as he removed it and tossed it on the pile of clothes next to him on the floor. She gasped as he covered one nipple with his mouth and kissed, pulling, nipping lightly, scraping his teeth gently over her hot skin as he moved to the other. Her hands were in his hair, her eyes closed, her head down, cheek resting on the top of his head.

Daryl stopped making circles with his tongue and moved his hands to her waist to unbutton her jeans. He lifted her hips and slid them down her legs, pulling them off. He returned to her, kissing her stomach, pushing her back on the couch gently, moving lower with each kiss. He eased her legs open and could feel the warmth rising from her. He bent and nuzzled between her legs, using his nose and chin to tease her. She moaned loudly and gripped his hair tightly. Daryl slipped his fingers inside through one of the leg openings of her panties and ran them from top to bottom, teasing her.

Daryl drew in a breath quickly and smiled. "Nice" he purred. She was smooth as silk, with the exception of a thin strip down the center. He nudged her sensitive spot with a knuckle and Hallie made a whining sound. He could feel how wet she was getting, how ready for him. He knew that he was more than ready for her. Daryl turned his hand to slide his index finger inside her and began to move it around in a slow circular motion. Hallie's hips came off the couch and then she bore down, driving his finger further inside as she moaned "Oh my God." Daryl continued to move, circling his finger and now rubbing his thumb against her, until Hallie's breath hitched. He exhaled, teasing her with his hot breath. He withdrew his finger and pulled down her underwear slowly.

Hallie opened her eyes and caught Daryl's eyes. Her own were ablaze. She sat up quickly and leaned over, jerking on his belt, clawing at his zipper. She pushed his pants down as he sat up on his knees. "Get them off!" she hissed. "Fucking get them off now!"

Daryl was rock-hard by now and it was difficult for him to get out of his jeans fast enough without falling over. His blood-alcohol content didn't help at all either. As he stood back up on his knees, Hallie pulled him to her, opening her legs and wrapping them around him as he entered her in one swift movement. There was no hesitation on either of their parts. This was not just desire, not want or longing. This was pure, unadulterated need. Daryl turned them so that Hallie was on her back on the couch and he was over her. He moved quickly, thrusting deep, his breath ragged. Hallie moaned softly with every movement they made together as Daryl raised her hands over her head, pinning them.

"Oh Fuck!" Daryl said between thrusts. "I...can't...I..." he tried to spit out the words to tell her he was close already, but he couldn't speak. He buried his head in Hallie's neck. He bit and sucked the skin at the base of her neck leaving a mark that grew darker as he pulled at the skin with each thrust.

"Now." he grunted as he felt Hallie tighten around him. She let out a gasp as she exploded, crying "Yessssss. Oh god! Yessss!" Daryl gripped the arms of the couch and rocked his hips against her as hard as he could. "God, now" he growled again. He came so hard that he pushed her into the arm of the couch, bumping her head. "Oh sweet Jesus!" he shouted as he exploded inside her. "Oh God, oh Jeee-sus!"

Daryl pulled her to sitting, on his lap, legs entwined, still inside her, both of them still twitching. He ran his hands through her hair and cupped her face. "Woman," he said, "holy shit!" he said, kissing her forehead, nose, cheeks, lips, "That was fuckin' amazing." he said softly. Hallie's legs were still wrapped around him and she could feel his every aftershock, some strong enough to make her shudder as well.

"Yeah. That was beyond description." she smiled. "I never figured you for a religious man, though." she teased. She ran her hands along his chest and biceps, her fingers tracing their contours lightly. They sat like that, caressing, stroking lightly, their pulses and breathing returning slowly to normal.

Daryl continued to run his hands through Hallie's hair, tracing it from the top to the bottom, kneading it, curling his fingers through it. He put his hands to her head and pulled her in for a long, lingering kiss. Her lips parted and Daryl moved his tongue in, softly meeting hers, like a slow dance between old lovers. He dropped his hand to the round of her ass and began massaging, his fingers cupped. Hallie moaned into his mouth, his tongue still moving slowly with intimate passes from side to side and around, stopping long enough only to inhale or move his head slightly.

Hallie was thoroughly enjoying Daryl's tongue in her mouth. He smelled wonderfully, all warm and spicy, like wood and tobacco and earth. He tasted even better, the tequila and lime still faintly evident. She felt a heat rise as they kissed, hotter, more intense with every twist of his tongue. She could feel herself become aroused and was powerless to stop it. Daryl's kissing became more rough, more insistent. His breathing began to speed up as his hands moved from her back to the front, caressing, kneading, gently pinching at times. He slipped his hand down between her legs and made a low growling sound in the back of his throat as he continued to kiss her. He rubbed the palm of his hand up and back roughly, curling his fingers, scraping against the still sensitive-flesh. He could tell she was ready again by the way she pressed against him with each pass of his hand.

Daryl flipped her around and half-threw Hallie up on the arm of the couch, pulling her legs up so that she was kneeling now. He moved behind her on his knees and took in the view. "Damn!" he snarled as he grabbed her hips and pulled himself to her, "Woman you got one fine ass." He plunged into her mercilessly, fully as she cried out and moved back against him. He rocked his hips, making a gravelly sound in the back of his throat each time as he moved even deeper into her. Hallie grasped the arm of the couch and then pushed herself up, standing, her back to his chest, her arms now behind her reaching for his waist.

It was quick again for both of them, primal, nothing other than the sounds of their breathing and their two bodies coupling. The end was intense, searing through their bodies as powerful shudders wracking them both again and again until their knees buckled and they fell to the couch, spent. Hallie laid sprawled on top of Daryl, his leg hooked around one of hers, one arm around her shoulder holding her right breast, the other across her stomach.

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"Mmmmm." she said. "I need a drink." she pulled herself off of him to stand, taking his hand. "Kitchen." she said, pulling him up. She took his hand and walked them both into the kitchen, not caring that they were both sweaty and naked.

"Beer?" she said, opening the refrigerator. "Oh, no, wait." She shut the door and held up a bottle of vodka, her nipples stiffening from the cold air. "Here." she said, opening the refrigerator and pulling out two tiny glasses, covered with frost.

They sat at the table and did three shots of vodka each, pausing between each to smile at each other, words minimal, letting their eyes carry the conversation. The vodka was deliciously ice-cold going down but turned into liquid fire when it hit Daryl's stomach. Daryl could not stop looking at Hallie. Beautifully mussed, cheeks flushed and skin glowing. She was also completely naked, which made Daryl tremendously thankful there was a table blocking her line of sight. Hallie stood up to put the bottle back in the refrigerator and wobbled, sitting back down quickly. Daryl collected himself and attempted to stand as the vodka hit him as well.

"Holy shit." he said. "I think we need to lie down." he said, sitting back down quickly.

"I think you might be right." Hallie said. "I know just the place." she laughed. She stood up and grabbed his hand, pulling him towards her. Daryl knocked over a chair as he got up quickly, moving behind her, his hands now on her hips. He followed her through a door off the kitchen. Hallie flipped on a light on a night stand and turned around. "Ta Daaaa" she said, holding out her arms.

Daryl looked around with surprise. He'd never been in a girl's bedroom before but he was pretty sure if he had, it wouldn't look like this. The furniture was massive, dark, almost-black cherry wood, old. Definitely very old. The bed had carved wooden spindles and railings on the head and foot boards. There was a navy and white quilt on top. Another pieced quilt hung on a rack at the foot of the bed. There was a rocker in the corner and a wash-stand with a ceramic pitcher and bowl against the wall. The lamps were made to look like candle lanterns and the floor was polished hardwood with long rag rugs on the sides of the beds. He noticed there were no clothes lying out, no curling irons, no makeup or perfumes on the dresser, no stuffed animals or dolls, no computer desk or telephone, absolutely no indication that this room was used for anything other than it's intended purpose. Sleep and hopefully...his mind began to wander.

"Daryl." Hallie said softly.

He snapped out of his budding fantasy involving the carved headboard on the bed and whistled. "M' I in a museum here, or what?" he said, looking around the room.

Hallie crossed the room and pulled off the quilt, laying it on top of the rack. "Lay down." she commanded and Daryl followed. He realized why as soon as his ass hit the sheets. There was a feather bed underneath. Daryl's ass felt like it was on a cloud.

"Wow!" he exclaimed, as he pulled his feet up and crawled under the covers. "This is awesome." he smiled, turning to Hallie. She turned off the light beside the bed and the room went dark. She slid into bed next to Daryl and shivered.

"Cold sheets." she said, reaching for him.

"Not for long." he said, pulling her on top of him and reaching for her hair. This time they made love slowly, carefully. It was the polar opposite of what they had done earlier on the couch. Daryl held her on top of him and watched her face as they moved together. "Do that thing." he whispered.

"What thing?"

"What ya' were doin' when ya' were at tha' bar. At tha' jukebox. Dancin'."

"Oh. Ooooh!" she smiled. "I think I'm too drunk." She put her hands up and began to move her hips from side to side, slowly, imagining the Zeppelin song in her head, letting it's rhythm guide her in small circles while she kept him inside.

"That's 'bout the hottest thing I've ever seen." Daryl exclaimed as he watched her. He let her move and gyrate on top of him until he couldn't stand it any longer. He pulled her hips to him hard, making her fall forward, her breasts in his face. "Mmm he said, raising his hips as he pulled her down, increasing his speed and mouthing one of her breasts. Hallie squealed and gripped the carved rails of the headboard. They moved in unison, steadily increasing speed until they were both panting. Sweat dripped down Hallie's stomach and fell on Daryl's chest. Daryl felt himself tighten and he squeezed Hallie's hips to indicate he was ready. "Go, Baby." he hissed as they moved even faster. He let out a low moan and clenched his teeth as they both reached the edge at the same time. Hallie lowered her head, her hair spilling on his face and chest, and whimpered. "Fucking shit." she moaned as he jerked violently, his hips raising them both off the bed. "Ohmygod. Ohmygod." she murmured, letting loose of the rails and collapsing into this arms.

They laid together for a few more minutes, not speaking, Daryl's strong arms around her, kissing her hair, her face. Daryl closed his eyes and let his body take over. He could feel every place they were touching. She was hot, the warmth of her skin on his was like nothing he'd ever felt. Her breathing deepened and slowed and she slowly relaxed in his arms. He could tell she was asleep and before long, Daryl was as well, still holding her tightly.