Song of the Day: Revelry- Kings of Leon

Whew, sorry it's been so long since I updated but man it's been busy around here. About to get busier too, now that I start a job soon.

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Michonne threw her arm over her eyes to block out the light and groaned. Where the hell is this light fucking coming from?!

Something weird was going on and her fuzzy, sleep riddle brain was trying hard to register what that things was, and then it hit her...her cell didn't have any windows, where was that light coming from. She lifted her arm and opened her eyes, immediately blinded when she did.

"Ow!" she hissed angrily, it registered in her mind that the light was coming from a flashlight, one which was pointed directly in her face. "Turn that off or point it somewhere else!"

The light faded and she opened her eyes again, blinking rapidly and angrily. The shadow encased outline of someone at the foot of her bed made her sit up and scoot back on the bed, reaching automatically for her katana.

"What are you gonna do with that?" the voice of Daryl Dixon flooded her ears and she immediately felt her hackles go down, relief flooded over her.

"What would YOU do if someone snuck into your room and woke you up like this?!" Michonne replied sharply, resheathing her sword.

"Fair enough," Daryl said quietly, and Michonne wondered vaguely what time it was that he was sneaking around so quietly. "Wanna go hunting?"

Michonne gaped at him, her mouth dropped open.

"Are you kidding me?" she asked in annoyance, "I had the night watch, I want to SLEEP, not HUNT! Get your ass out of my room!"

She threw her pillow at him and he dodged it with a chuckle, but made no move to leave.

"Can you hand me that back?" Michonne asked sheepishly.

"Nope, come and get it yourself," Daryl replied with a smirk, she could see him pretty well now that her eyes had adjusted. "You shouldn't of thrown it if ya wanted to keep it."

"Please, Daryl?" Michonne whined, honestly too tired to think about her badass reputation she would whine if she damn well wanted.

Daryl smiled and picked up the pillow, tossing it back to her.

"Hey, I was just asking," he said, sounding slightly disappointed, "Can't blame a guy for trying, right?"

"Just go hunting and let me sleep!" Michonne groaned and covered her head with the pillow, flopping onto her stomach. She heard him laugh, but as hard as she listened for footsteps announcing he'd left she heard nothing. She poked her head out from under the pillow and he was gone...Good Lord, the man walks like a shadow.

"Daryl?!" she whispered loudly. She didn't hear him, but she saw his head pop around the corner of her doorway. She sighed angrily because she was now suddenly very wide awake. "Give me five minutes?"

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Michonne yawned widely as she crouched near the base of a tree next to Daryl. He shot her an annoyed glare as the coyote they were stalking looked up in surprise at the sound of the yawn and then took off with a yip.

"Sorry," Michonne apologized, looking sheepish.

"Good thing I didn't really feel like eating coyote anyway," Daryl muttered as he stood up straight, leaning back to pop his spine. Michonne groaned slightly as she stood and felt the kinks in her back from crouching so long.

"Oh, ow," she moaned as she twisted her lower back, trying to get the kink there out. It didn't budge.

"Need some help there?" Daryl asked. She looked at him for moment before nodding.

Daryl set down his bow and stepped behind her and Michonne tensed up when he lined himself up behind her and slid his arms around her waist, his pelvis pressed firmly into her from behind.

"Relax," he said softly. Before Michonne could argue with him, his arm tightened and she felt herself being leaned backwards and her feet came off the ground as he braced her with his pelvis and leaned back, her shoulders pressed into his chest as her lower back bent with him. She heard a loud snap and instant relief spread up her spine at that kink in her spine fell into place. Then Daryl stood back straight and backed away slightly, but...not very far and his arms remained around her midsection.

"Thank you," Michonne sighed, "That. Felt. Amazing."

"Mm, yeah, it's a fan favorite," Daryl chuckled, "Carol makes me do it all the time after she hand scrubs the laundry."

"I bet!" Michonne laughed, "Be expecting requests from me too!"

"Whatever you want."

If Michonne wasn't mistaken, there was a heavy suggestion in that statement and even more so in the tone of his voice. Was it just her or had his voice taken on a husky kind of sound?

"Whatever I want?" she decided to test this theory.

"Mmhm," Daryl mumbled in her ear from behind.

"What if I want you to kiss me right now?" she asked boldly.

"Think I can manage that," Daryl whispered into her neck as he turned her around gently. Michonne felt her heart jump into her throat as she met his eyes, intense, beautiful blue eyes. But then those eyes closed and she felt his lips connect with hers gently, hesitantly at first, staying closed and simply brushing over to test the waters. Then, almost immediately, Michonne felt all hesitation disappear and Daryl's mouth was hard on hers, his tongue slid across her bottom lip, begging silently for entrance and she allowed it. She let out a little moan as the slick, warmth of his tongue slid into her mouth and twined with hers and traced the contours of her palate.

Michonne sighed when he pulled back and rested his forehead on hers, his blue eyes staring into hers.

"What?" she asked breathlessly, a grin spreading across her face.

"I really just asked ya to come with me so I could talk to ya about last night," Daryl admitted quietly, "So...I'm guessing I didn't overstep my bounds?"

"Well..." Michonne thought about it for a moment, "It was a surprise, for sure, but...you definitely are within your bounds. FAR within."

"What does that mean?" Daryl's eye widened slightly and he looked at her in surprise.

"You can use your hands too, you know," Michonne suggested quietly, she locked eyes with him as her arms slid around the back of his neck and she raised onto her tiptoes to start a kiss of her own. She felt Daryl smile into her mouth before he reciprocated.

Use his hands he did. He began by cupping her face as their lips and tongues settled into a rhythm and then he traced down her neck with his fingertips and around her shoulders with his palms, putting just enough pressure on her collarbone to make her squirm slightly. At one point he slid his fingers under the hem of her shirt and traced the warm skin there. He ended his downward path at her hips and he firmly pulled her against him, rubbing against her without thinking about it.

"Mmph," Michonne pulled her mouth back and laughed. "Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just getting excited?"

Daryl's cheeky grin was enough of an answer and Michonne laughed, but she pushed his hands off her hips and stepped back.

"Let's, uh, let's take it slow," she said nervously, hoping he wasn't going to be mad at her, "I mean...I like you, Daryl, I do. But, I don't want to rush into something we might regret later."

Daryl chewed the inside of his cheek for a moment before he nodded and ran his hand through his hair.

"You're right," he said with a shrug, "You're right. Sorry."

"Don't be sorry," Michonne said quickly, "Don't think I don't want to, it's just...wrong time and wrong place."

Daryl's tongue traced the corner of his mouth as he nodded and Michonne watched it with interest. He had a lot of weird little nervous/bored habits he did with his hands and his mouth and they all made her smile. The man might be an expert hunter, silent and deadly...but he was pretty damn fidgety.

"Think we should bring back some game?" she asked, to break the silence. "Don't want to raise suspicion if we come back empty handed."

"Probably a good idea," Daryl agreed, "Just...um...give me a sec."

Michonne giggled and watched in amusement as he closed his eyes and started taking deep, slow breaths to try and set his body back to normal. Soon, he blinked and grabbed up his crossbow with a wink.

"Let's go kill some critters," he said before turning and slipping into the underbrush, leaving Michonne to follow.

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I know this is really short, but it's kind of a...transition chapter. Drop me a review and let me know what you all think so far and let me know if there's anything specific you want to see.