Content Warning. Mature Readers Only.

Short and Sweet, but Pure SMUT. Because try as I like, I'm just not seeing Daryl as a virgin, like Norman would like him to be.

Chapter 9

Daryl leaned in close, pinning Hallie to the front door, his hips pressing against her. He growled into her neck and gently clamped down, scraping the skin with his teeth, sucking gently, his tongue lapping at the soft skin under her ear. He pushed with his hips in a slow rhythm as his hands moved down along her arms. He moved his hands to her hair and tangled them in the long locks, now kissing her jaw, moving to her mouth before overwhelming her with a deep kiss that sent his tongue halfway to her tonsils. She moaned and pulled a leg up, her sole flat on the door, grinding a thigh into his groin slowly. His hands wandered from her hair to under her sweater, his fingers cool as the night air on her hot skin. He slid a hand down and pulled up one side of her long skirt, dragging his nails up her bent leg, past her knee, up and across her thigh as far as it would go. He cupped her and squeezed the soft flesh, feeling the warm dampness of her cotton underwear on his fingertips. Hallie's eyes were closed, her head down against his chest, her breathing heavy and fast.

Daryl pulled away suddenly and smiled, pushing down on her knee.

"What. The. Fuck." Hallie said breathlessly, grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him back towards her.

"Nuh-huh. First date. Can't break tha' rules."

"You can't...do...this...to me." she sighed. "Daryl. Please."

"Nope."

"Fuck the rules." she said, her heart still racing, the dull ache still throbbing through her. "Come on, I can't take this."

"Them's the rules. We ain't breakin' 'em." he said, letting loose of her and tugging his truck keys from his front pocket.

"We already did." she insisted. "Please." she whined.

"No, that was Jose' what broke 'em." he grinned. "Sweet dreams" he said, smirking as he walked off the porch. It was killing him as much as it was killing her to walk away, but he made himself a promise that he was going to get back on track with her, do things right according to how she usually played it. He backed the truck out of the drive and waved goodbye, Hallie still leaning against the door, a look of sheer frustration and pain on her face. Daryl managed to drive about half a mile before he had to stop, pulling into a field road before he rubbed one out.

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"Come with me."

"No."

"Why not? It's only overnight."

"You know why."

"Because we'll be in a motel room?"

"Yup."

"So? You saying your willpower isn't that strong? You might cave?"

"You know it."

"Chickenshit!"

"Yup. Can't break tha' rules."

"What's gonna happen on our third date then?"

"I think ya' know."

"No. I don't know. I think you're all talk and no action. I think you won't do anything."

"I think ya' best shut that sexy lil' mouth of yers."

"Or what?"

"Or I'm gonna hang up."

"God, you are no fun at all." Hallie whined. "Seriously, please come with me. We'll be back Saturday night. It won't cost a thing. You'll get to see what I do. We can have a nice dinner out someplace new. Go hear a band somewhere. It'll be fun. I promise."

"That's what I'm worried 'bout."

"I'll get a room with two beds."

"Uh-huh. Just gives us two places ta' break tha' rules."

"Daryl."

"Hallie."

"I hate you."

"I hate you back."

Click.

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Hallie leaped for her cell, her towel sliding off as she hit the bed. She barely caught it on the last ring before it went to voicemail.

"I thought ya' might be out havin' fun."

"Nope. I'm not having fun tonight. My boyfriend refused to come with me."

"You gotta a boyfriend now?"

"I think that's what he is. Why, you jealous?"

"Nope. Should I be?"

"Nope. He doesn't touch me."

"Ever?"

"Well, not since the first night we met. It's been a couple months at least."

"That's just fucked up."

"Yeah, but I'm hoping he will soon."

"I'll bet yer' real horny."

"You have no idea."

"What are you wearing?"

"A towel." Hallie said, turning over on the bed. "Well, not even that really. I kinda dropped it jumping at the phone. What are you wearing?"

"Boxers. You just get outta' tha' tub 'r somethin'?"

"Yeah, shower. Smelled like musty old furniture and books after working all day. Took a long hot shower. Now I'm going to bed."

"That's a shame. Is your hair wet?"

"Yeah. It's pretty wet. It's kinda cold on my ass. I'm kinda wet all over still."

"That's hot. Did ya' touch yourself in tha' shower?"

"Nuh-huh." Hallie rolled to her side. "Why?"

"Just thinkin' what it'd look like, ya' leaning on tha' glass shower door, water sprayin' on those tits a' yers, ya' all covered in soap, running down yer' stomach, yer' legs, down the' crack a' that perfect ass." The voice on the other end shuddered. "Do it now."

"What?"

"Touch yourself."

"Where?"

"Your tits. Rub your nipples with your fingers. Twist them."

"You're a bad boy."

"Yup. Are ya' doin' it?"

"Uh-huh. They're hard. Are you touching yourself?"

"Yeah." the voice growled. "I'm picturin' you layin' on that bed, naked, rubbin' your tits. God ya' look so good. Move yer' hand."

"Where."

"Down."

"How far?"

"All the way. Touch yerself down there."

"Mmmmm." Hallie moaned. "I wish my boyfriend were here to do this himself."

"He's pro'ly kickin' hisself' fer' not comin' with ya'."

"I hope so. He could be doin' this all night if he wanted to. God, this feels so good." Hallie sighed.

"What're ya' doin' now?"

"Rubbing myself. Circles. Big ones then little ones. Are you hard yet?"

"I got hard when ya' said' ya' just got out a' the shower."

"Are you picturing what I look like? Layin' here touching myself."

"Yeah. Oh, yeah. Are ya' wet now?"

"I got wet when I heard your voice, Baby. I'm really wet now. "

"Slide your finger inside."

"Are you jackin' off now?"

"Ya' know it. I'm sa' hard I could pound nails. I'm sittin' here thinkin' o' what it'd be like to slide into ya' right now."

"It'd be good. Nice and tight. Wet. You'd slide right in right up to your balls. Then you could pull out all the way and slide right back in. You could do that forever, until you made me scream. "

"You better be doin' that with yer' finger while ya' say that."

"I am. All the way. I'm pretending it's your dick, though. I can hear you. I can hear you moving your hand up and down the length of your cock. I can hear you breathing harder and harder."

"Can ya' feel me?"

"Uh-huh." Hallie whined, getting closer. "You're so big. You feel soooo good inside me."

"Go faster."

"Ok. I'm not going to last much longer. It's...so...good. You're...so...good. Oh, Baby." Hallie moaned, almost dropping the phone.

"Let it go, Baby. Let it go. Come for me."

"Are...you...there?"

"Almost. Move yer hips. Come for me now."

"Oh Baby. I am. I'm there. Oh...oh God. Oh, yes, Baby, yes." Hallie panted into the phone as she dropped over the edge, her heart racing, everything inside convulsing in one giant spasm. "Oh, Fuck. Oh, Fuck." she repeated, each time softer, quieter as she rocked against her hand and came down from the high.

At the same time, the voice on the other end went silent, listening, reaching his own end with a series of violent jerks. If Hallie had been able to, she would have heard his breath hitch and small throaty grunts followed by a loud "Oh, fuck me. Oh, yeah!" and then a long, protracted half-moan, half-whine.

"You ok?" Hallie finally said into the silence.

"Yup."

"I think I need another shower now." she laughed.

"Is yer' phone waterproof?" Daryl asked, almost serious.