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Chapter 11
Daryl parked the truck at the wood-shingled cabin and turned to Hallie. "You gotta stay here for a bit."
"Ok." she said, eying him suspiciously. "Why?"
"Got a couple things to do." he said, grinning. "You'll see."
"Ok, but hurry."
It had taken them the better part of two hours to get to the small hunting cabin in the middle of a deep woods. Give or take the twenty minutes they were pulled over making out to the point that Daryl had his hands roaming all over under Hallie's shirt and she had her hand in his pants and he knew if they didn't stop, he was going to throw her in the back of the truck on top of the camping equipment and have her right then and there in front of God and everybody else that came down County Road 1200 East.
Daryl jumped out of the truck and hauled the big Coleman cooler into the cabin, along with a couple other sacks. Hallie drummed her fingers on the door and looked around. It was small, nice, deserted. She didn't see any electric lines but after a couple minutes, there was a glow coming from the two windows on either side of the door. She noticed that there was now a wisp of smoke coming from the small chimney.
Daryl came out of the front door and closed it behind him, grinning. He motioned for her from the tiny porch and she climbed out of the cab of the truck, overnight bag in hand. He met her on the first step and picked her up by her waist, lifting her up to him. "Happy third date." he said, kissing her softly. He sat her down facing the door and said "Come on." pulling her by the hand towards the door.
Hallie stepped in and got a lump in her throat. The cabin was rustic, wood floors and unfinished walls, sparsely furnished. It had a small wooden trestle table, couch, sink with pump and small counter, fireplace and in the corner, an old iron bed, neatly made. Daryl had built a fire in the fireplace and there was a bouquet of fresh flowers in a vase on the table. There were candles lit on the table, mantle and counter top, making the place aglow. Hallie looked on the table and saw it was set with a red tablecloth, two plates, silverware and wine glasses.
Daryl was absolutely beaming, the shadows of his strong features caused by the dancing candles made him more striking than ever. He took hold of her and pulled her to him tightly as Hallie slipped her arms around his neck.
"This is too perfect." she whispered into his neck. "You are too perfect."
"Naw, I just thought ya'd like ta' get away. Just tha' two a' us."
"Like I said," she whispered. "Perfect." She closed her eyes as Daryl's mouth pressed to hers in a lingering kiss.
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The wine with their dinner had made Hallie a bit flushed. Daryl had boiled water in a kettle in the fireplace and Hallie washed the dishes in the small sink. Daryl stood behind her, his hands on her hips. "Ya' done yet?" he said impatiently.
"I gotta' rinse them good, otherwise we'll get sick." she said, squirming out of his grasp. "What are you in such a hurry for, anyway?"
"You." he said, running his hands around her waist and down the front of her jeans.
"Oh, really? I've heard THAT before!" she said, pouring more hot water on the plates. "You get me all worked up and then you tell me you can't finish the job because of the rules."
"I'm gonna so finish tha' job. Rules don't mean shit no more." he said hungrily, moving her hair from her neck. Daryl's tongue traveled from her shoulder to below her ear in one long, hot, slow swipe.
Hallie threw her head back, almost burning herself with the boiling water. "Jee-zuus, Dixon. Don't fucking do that unless you are serious."
Daryl's hands moved to her zipper as he pressed into her from behind. He slowly undid the button and pulled down on the zipper with one hand, his other arm encircling her waist, pulling her even closer to him.
"Mother of God." she whispered. "I can't take this any longer. You better fuck me now, if you're gonna." she said, setting the last of the silverware on the towel on the counter with a jangle.
"Oh, I'm gonna'" he said, his breath ragged. "Ab-so-lute-ly." he growled.
Daryl pulled Hallie's jeans down in one quick movement, taking her underwear with them. He didn't even notice she was wearing new red boy-shorts with lace trim to match her bra. His hands were on her hips, turning her to him, kissing her urgently. Her hands were moving to undo his belt, tugging downward on his jeans. Hallie pulled his boxers down and he all but sprang out. He lifted her up and impaled her in one long movement, causing Hallie to cry out in ecstasy. Hallie wrapped her legs around his hips and her arms around his neck as he moved them towards the bed.
He laid her down gently, his arms around her back, her knees even with the edge of the bed, still locked around his hips. Untwining his arms, he took both of her hands and pulled them over her head, pinning her, his face buried in her neck, kissing her everywhere his mouth could reach. He pulled up her sweater and pulled it off, hurrying. He took one look at the lacy red, front close bra. "Niiiiice." he said drawled, undoing the clasp with and pulling it open, exposing her in one swift motion.
He reached one hand behind him to unlock her legs, moving one of her legs to his shoulder, making Hallie suck in her breath and hiss "Yesssssss." His mouth roamed across her breasts, nipping, sucking, making circles with his tongue, grazing her nipples with his teeth, the stubble on his chin rasping against her sensitive flesh.
He let go of her hands completely now and stood up straighter, gripping her hips, pulling them towards him, moving slowly, burying himself all the way then withdrawing almost completely. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her ass, his calloused hands squeezing, kneading, gripping harder with each stroke as the old bed creaked in protest. Hallie put her forearm over her eyes and began to moan softly. Her foot found the edge of the side mattress and she pushed upward, thrusting her hips to meet him, matching his quickening rhythm as best she could.
Hallie felt Daryl's breathing stop and then heard him gasp and hold his breath again as she felt herself tightening around him. She moved her arm from her eyes and pushed herself up from behind, resting on her bent elbows, narrowing the distance between them. Daryl bent over to meet her lips and they kissed roughly, his tongue uncontrolled and wild, his lips bruising as the force of his thrusts rocked them both. Hallie's eyes were ablaze, pupils dilated, dark green with desire.
His pace quickened even more and he began to moan into her mouth, louder and louder as he continued to move like an animal until he suddenly stopped moving. Totally. His head slowly moved backwards as he stopped breathing, his eyes rolling upwards like a man possessed as he exploded into Hallie with a violent spasm. One after another, crashing, thunderous, until he finally was able to inhale. When he did finally, it was as if he'd been underwater for minutes.
He opened his eyes slowly and looked at Hallie. She was laying on the bed, her long curls halo-ing her hair, her eyes closed, mouth slightly open, hands curled into balls on her chest. Tears were running down her flushed cheeks. He moved her up on the bed and laid down next to her, holding her, his face buried in her hair, breathing in her scent.
"Hal? Hallie? Baby, look at me. You ok?" he whispered into her head. "Did I hurt ya'?"
She opened her eyes slowly. "Mmm. No, God no. I... I can't..." she sighed softly and brought her hands to his face. "I can't think anymore. I'm just...Oh, God." she said as another wave trembled through her whole body. "I'm just...drained."
Daryl sat up and pulled her with him, covering them in the soft fleece blanket from the foot of the bed, leaning his back against the white iron headboard. He held her on his lap, rocking slowly, covering her face with soft kisses.
"Well?" she said, smiling.
"Well what?" he nuzzled her neck and nibbled on her earlobe.
"Was it worth the wait?"
"Maybe." he teased, biting down a bit harder on her earlobe, making her squeal. "But I ain't waiting no more."
"Ever?"
"Nope." he said smirked, as he rolled on top of her and began kissing her once more. "'least not till I catch ma' breath."