Song of the Day: Electric Shock- F(x)
Sorry this has been such a long time coming, life's been crazy lately. CRAZY!
But I have a lot of free time today so, here's what my free time came up with :)
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Walking across that yard after guard duty, past the whole group as he passed by the cell block where they were all gathered in to talk and then down the hallway towards the storage room was the hardest and most frightening thing that Daryl Dixon had ever done. He chewed his thumb and first two fingers nervously as he walked, his eyes flitting around like a scared rabbit at every movement, not wanting anyone to stop him and ask him questions or want to chat with him.
When he reached the storage room door he stopped in his tracks and just...stared at the grey metal as his mind raced with thoughts of screwing this up, doing something wrong. Or what if she changed her mind? What if she decided he wasn't good enough for her? What if she decided she didn't want to waste her time with redneck white trash like him?
Turn around and just walk back to your cell, his mind screamed at him, She just had a burst of horniness and you were the closest one...didn't mean nothin', she don't want you. Turn around and walk away...
Daryl was placing his weight on his heels, just about to spin around on them and take off down the hallway when the metal door in front of him suddenly swung inwards and Michonne started to step out. She must not have expected him to be standing there because she nearly bumped into him and let out a scared little yip before covering her mouth to stop it.
"Oh, Daryl, you scared the shit out of me!" she hissed in a whisper, "Don't just stand there, come on in!"
Daryl's mind was screaming at him to turn, to run, to get himself as far from this woman as possible, but his body was on autopilot and he found himself inside the storage room without really remembering entering at all. He glanced around the room and saw a pile of sleeping bags and blankets off to one side and his eyes lingered there.
"Daryl?" Michonne's soft voice made him jump back to reality and he turned his head and found her right next to him, only inches between them, her eyes questioning. "Are you alright with this?"
Daryl smiled sheepishly.
"I was about to ask you the same question," he stated honestly.
"I mean...you're not having any second thoughts?" Michonne clarified, "I mean...my skin color or nothing's gonna bother you?"
Daryl cringed inwardly at her question. He looked at the dark skinned, exotic woman beside him and wondered how any idiot would ever think she was anything less than beautiful...how HE had ever thought that! Color...after all this world was coming to, what the hell was the point in worrying about color? Even Merle should have seen it, all that mattered was that they were all living, breathing PEOPLE.
"Michonne..." Daryl suddenly felt like an asshole, "I...love your color. You've got the most beautiful skin I've ever seen. I just...I'm sorry if I ain't nothin' like you're use to."
Michonne's eyes softened, he noticed, and she carefully reached out her hand to place on his cheek, slowly so she didn't spook him.
"I don't want what I was use to," she whispered softly, "It's a whole new world out there...and I have a whole new view on what makes a man worth giving a try. And I'm willing to try you out, Dixon. In every way you can think of."
"Ah, shit, is this pass-fail?" Daryl muttered, "Because I always sucked at those tests."
Michonne laughed, making Daryl grin slightly as she tugged his hand and led him slowly to the pile of sleeping bags and blankets on the floor. She surprised him by being the first to make a move, pulling her shirt over her head and shaking her dreads loose from her usual headband. Daryl eyed the dark expanse of her back and the way the muscles moved in her shoulders as she reached back to unclip her bra, the white, cotton garment a raging contrast against her body...as raging a contrast as his skin when he placed his hand over hers to stop her from achieving her goal. He took over and easily unclipped the back, then ran his rough hands over the smooth shoulders in front of him, taking the straps there with them so the whole thing fell away and Michonne let it slid off her arms and chest o the floor in front of her.
Daryl wasted no time in sliding his arms around her from behind, his hands closing gently on the warm, soft mounds that had just been revealed in their boldness. Michonne sucked in a breath of surprise and then let it out with a slight moan when Daryl's thumbs slid over the peaks, causing them to harden even more. Michonne would have gladly stayed that way all day long, but the next moment she found herself being turned around to face him. He gazed at her with dilated, lust filled eyes that were still slightly unsure as they scanned her upper half.
"God damn..." he whispered huskily as he took in all the glorious inches that he could see clearly now.
"This is hardly fair, I'd say," Michonne said firmly, her hands coming up to slide under the hem of his shirt and up his stomach to his chest. She felt the scars every inch of the way and she saw a few of them as her arms caused the bottom of his shirt to rise and reveal the taut, pale skin of his stomach. She felt him tense a little but he raised his arms and allowed her to slip the worn t-shirt over his head, followed by the tan wife-beater underneath, revealing the scarred expanse of his chest to her curious eyes.
She'd seen him without a shirt before, that day in the woods, but she was now looking at him through completely different eyes. She looked past the scars, the raised and angry long-healed trails, and looked at the unharmed skin and the muscles rippling impressively underneath. She felt the heat radiating off of him and heard the soft thumping of his heart as she pressed ear to him and leaned in as his arms slid around her. Her fingers threaded slowly through the spatter of hair on his chest and slid teasingly down the darkening trail that disappeared into his ripped jeans. She then brought that hand back up to run down the entire length of his arm, from shoulder to the very tips of his calloused fingers, admiring the way their colors clashed. She smiled and slid her arms around him to draw patterns on the skin of his back as they stood in that transitioning embrace.
They had taken the first step, seen the differences, accepted the flaws, tested the waters and now they had come to the conclusion that this was what they both wanted, that this could possibly work and that they could prove everyone wrong about them.
Moments later found them kissing slowly, gently as they worked up to a more passionate speed. Michonne was surprised by the force behind the next kiss as Daryl's hand slid to her lower back and pulled her flush against him, she felt the tell-tale hardness of his against her hip and she smiled when she felt his tongue slide questioningly over her bottom lip. She responded gladly, parting her lips to let his have the access he was seeking and she fought the urge to squeal happily as he slipped his tongue confidently behind her teeth and started urging hers to play along, which...it totally did. Michonne had been kissed many times in her life, but she'd never felt the intensity that Daryl was exhibiting now, like he was making up for lost time.
He finally took her bottom lip between his lips and teeth and sucked on it gently as he withdrew to lean back and look at her with dark, heavy-lidded eyes.
"I ain't never felt nothin' like that mouth o' yours," he said breathlessly, "A man could get use to this."
"A woman could too," Michonne smiled, pressing a quick kiss to his jaw before stepping back out of his arms. She locked eyes with him as her hands went to the button of his jeans and was glad to see the happy look of surprise he acquired as she popped it open and slid her finger down, parting the zipper as she went. What she wasn't expecting was the fact that Daryl had decided long ago that boxers were merely a hassle in the apocalypse and he all but tumbled into her hand, making her eyes widen and making him laugh at her expression.
"Uh...sorry 'bout that," he chuckled.
"Got something against underwear?" Michonne giggled, but not letting him go none the less. In fact, she gave him a playful squeeze and watched his reaction with a smile. His eyes dropped shut and he shuddered visibly, his jaw dropping slightly as he exhaled and smiled.
"Just easier this way," Daryl claimed with no shame at all, "Even taking a piss can be dangerous these days, I don't wanna get caught with my pants down, so to speak. Shake and tuck, simple as that."
Michonne let out a bark of laughter and leaned her face into his chest to stifle her giggles, she felt his chest rumble with his deeper laugh and she thought it was a lovely sound. Then she leaned back and released her hold on him so she could slide his jeans down completely. He toed off his boots and kicked the pile of clothing to the side and crossed his arms over his chest as he popped his hip almost hilariously.
"Your turn, I'd say," he declared before stepping forward and sliding his hands into the front of her jeans, making her jump slightly in surprise when his fingertips brushed against her beneath the material. He grinned at the little squeak she made and leaned in to press his lips to her pulse point, his teeth scraping gently over the skin there as his fingers teased her inside her pants at the same time.
"Oh god, alright, I'll take them off!" she gasped as he pushed his hand into her particularly hard. She reached down and popped the button and zipper and grabbed his hands to get him to move them so she could get the jeans down her legs. He withdrew and let her slip out of them before he moved back in and gripped her butt cheeks firmly and pulled her into him again.
"Mmm, is it just me or are ya warmer than most people?" he murmured into her shoulder as he left a trail of kisses on her collarbone.
"Is it just me or does your drawl get thicker when you're turned on?" Michonne shot back with a smile.
"Probably," Daryl said, his breath hot on her skin as he spoke. She shivered and slid her hands up his back and neck to tangle into the soft dark brown hair that was getting just long enough to hand over his ears. She pushed her hips forward purposely in a silent request and was proud of herself when she felt the responding twitch against her leg, it had been quite a while since she'd had this strong of an effect on a man. Her last few boyfriends hadn't really thought she was anything too special and so sex was always mediocre and somewhat just out of the need to get off, nothing really personal or romantic or even desirable about it. This was different, there was a relaxed and easy feel to this and she could sense the difference in the way Daryl was responding to her, like he wanted her not just as a way to get off, but as a person, as a partner.
"Daryl, what the hell are you waiting for?" she suddenly whispered.
"Don't fuckin' know," Daryl said, looking surprised at her words. But she guessed all he needed was a nudge because the next thing she knew she was on her back in the pile of sleeping bags, Daryl's warm weight pressing into her entire front as he braced himself up slightly to keep from completely squishing her as he started trailing hot, wet kisses down her throat, shoulders, chest and to her stomach where he dipped his tongue into her navel before returning to stare down at her face with a look she imagined a stoner would have after a few hits off a joint.
Michonne was tired of the playing around, tired of the teasing touches, and she let him know by bucking her hips up to his and grinding into him demandingly.
"Daryl, please stop with the teasing," she whined, threading her fingers into his hair again and giving it a firm tug which resulted in an almost animalistic growl to issue from his throat, "I'm gonna go crazy if you don't do this now!"
"Keep your pants...just hold on a sec," Daryl laughed slightly at his ironic statement, but Michonne's stomach flipped when she felt him reach between them to position himself and she nearly squealed with anticipation when she felt the tip of him push against her. "Ya sure ya wannna do this? 'Cause if ya ain't..."
"Oh shut up!" Miconne took matters in her own hands and pushed her pelvis into his, taking his length into her without any warning at all, which earned her a sharp inhale and a long, shuddering, almost whiney exhale in return. Daryl's forehead dropped to her shoulder and he panted there for a moment as his brain defogged.
"Fuckin' shit," he whispered in awe when she began to move her hips against him from underneath. He raised his upper body, putting his weight on his palms as he pushed deeper into her tight, wet warmth and began the long forgotten motions he had once been so proficient at.
Michonne bit back a moan as he pushed in deep, then withdrew painfully slow before pushing back in forcefully and picking up a little speed. Yeah, this was definitely different than the last few times she'd had sex. His eyes studied her face as she responded to his movement with sounds and expressions and movements of her own, and he adjusted his technique accordingly. Michonne had never seen such eagerness to please in any man she'd ever slept with and it drove her to a whole new level of passion.
One thrust caused her to tense up in a jolt of unbelievable pleasure and she dug her nails deep into the skin of his back where she remembered seeing a tattoo of two winged demons climbing up his ribs to his shoulder and this action made him groan almost painfully into her mouth as he captured her in a panting, desperate kiss. Michonne whimpered and wiggled delightfully as he took advantage of that position and pounded that spot without mercy, causing Michonne's purposely reserved whimpers to turn into uncontrollably loud moans and gasps and the occasional "fuck" or "holy shit".
Suddenly, stars burst in her vision when Daryl tilted his left hip upwards so his pelvis twisted almost sideways and it caused a jolt like she'd never felt before and she tumbled over the edge with a shaky moaning cry as the strength of her orgasm rocked her entire frame. She clutched his back and hair tightly until every fiber in her body just ran out of strength and she relaxed completely in his arms as he gave those last few jerky thrusts before releasing hotly into her with a groan and a clenched jaw. Michonne almost couldn't breathe when his entire weight collapsed on top of her from the effort, his muscles twitching from the sudden abuse he'd put them through, but then he rolled off to the side and she sucked in a deep breath before letting it out in a long, satisfied sigh.
"So...pass? Fail?" Daryl asked from her side, causing her to turn her head and smile at him.
"Oh, I'd say you passed with flying colors," she replied breathlessly. He grinned at her, his blue eyes twinkling happily and little crinkles forming in the corners. Just that look alone made her want to jump him all over again, but before she had the chance, he yawned and rolled onto his back with a sigh.
"Good," he said, sounding really sleepy, "I give ya an A plus."
Michonne laughed and rolled onto her side to take a hold of his arm and lay her head on his chest to listen to his heartbeat slowing down, right now it was still beating a little faster than normal.
"You can't fall asleep here, you know?" she said sadly, wishing they could just stay there forever like this. "People will get suspicious if we don't come to the cell block to sleep."
Daryl groaned but nodded, knowing darn well she was right.
"I'll go first then you can come," Michonne stated as she stood up and pulled her panties and jeans back on followed by her bra and shirt. She tossed Daryl's discarded shirt at his face and he caught it effortlessly.
"Right," he muttered as he slipped the shirt on again and rolled onto his stomach to reach out and grab the leg of his jeans and pulled them to him, slipping them on while still on the ground. He didn't look like he was in any hurry to get up.
Michonne shook her head and exited the store room carefully, scanning the hall before slipping out and heading for the cell block.
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Daryl tied his second boot and cracked his neck as he stood up and made his way towards the door. He turned to check if there was anything he'd left behind as he grabbed his crossbow from where it leaned against the door frame, and backed out the door...right into somebody. With a small yelp, Daryl spun around and came face to face with Carol who was squinting at him suspiciously.
"What were you doing in there, Daryl?" she asked, a slight smile playing on the corners of her lips.
"Nothin'! Just, uh, doing a check of the rooms, ya know?" Daryl replied lamely, not even convincing himself.
"Mmhmm," Carol said skeptically, she leaned forward and sniffed a few times. "Checking the rooms, my ass. You smell like sex."
Daryl cringed visibly at her blunt remark and he felt his cheeks heat up with a blush he was sure Carol saw clearly.
"Uh...well..."
"You know there's no shame in it, Daryl," Carol said calmly, "We all need some...personal time once in a while."
Daryl's eyes widened in shock at her suggestion.
"Whoa now," he raised his hands in a defensive way, "I wasn't jackin' off if that's what you're sayin'!"
Carol rolled her eyes.
"I'm not judging," she said with an amused smile, "I use to be quite friendly with my vibrator before the world ended and I'm not ashamed to..."
"CAROL!" Daryl ran his hand down his face with groan, "Jeez, I was with Michonne!"
Carol's whole expression and posture changed, she got visibly excited and interested.
"Really?!" she squealed, "Oh my gosh, it's about time!"
"Please don't spread this around," Daryl mumbled, realizing he'd just spilled the beans. "Carol, ya better keep it to yerself or I'll...I'..."
"You'll what?" Carol challenged with bright eyes.
"Just...ya better keep yer mouth shut!" Daryl growled before turning sharply and stomping off down the hall, leaving Carol behind as she laughed and went into the storage room to put away the bag of flour she was bringing back from the kitchen.
Oh, she had just stumbled on the best piece of gossip they'd had in a long, long time.
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I apologize again for the long wait! Gimme some feedback and make me a very happy authoress :)
Peace out, girlscouts (and boyscouts if any random guys are reading this)!