A single ray of sharp, blinding light shined through an opening in the poorly drawn curtains, hitting Phoebe square in the eyes, as she lied naked, but covered. She fluttered her eyelids open and shut them out of irritation of the light. As she groaned and turned over in the cheap, creaky, uncomfortable motel bed she was greeted by the back of her lover. Her attention had been immediately caught by the scars, burn marks and bruises that coated his still muscular back. Her eyes worked over his back, filling with pain and sorrow as she recognised some of the older scars and burn marks, but some of the bruises looked new. She knew he didn't plan on telling her about them, and he didn't really need to as she had a pretty good idea what had happened. She rolled onto her back, held her eyes shut and took a deep breath as she began wrestling with her thoughts.
At least an hour or two had passed slowly by and Phoebe was still deep in thought when a previously sleeping Daryl started to stir. She turned her head to him. It had became clear to her now. It had became very clear that there was no way that she could leave Daryl under the thumb of his father while she went swanning off to Atlanta for another semester. Now that Daryl was an adult his father didn't get as physically abusive as often as he did when Daryl was younger, but he was still abusive. Especially when he was drunk -he was a mean drunk and he liked to get drunk a lot. He would spend his days slouched in his warn out arm chair and stained wife-beater, drinking himself stupid while Daryl would go out and try to provide some means of living for the both of them. It baffled Phoebe as to why he stayed and Daryl was convinced that he was just looking out for himself and that he only returned there so that he has a place to sleep. But on some level Daryl was looking for approval and acceptance, like any boy wants from his father. Phoebe knew it was a lost cause and wanted better for Daryl. He wasn't a normal Dixon, he could make something of himself and even if he didn't know it, Phoebe sure did. She had to get him to leave for Atlanta with her.
Phoebe was snapped out of her thoughts when Daryl turned in the spot that he had slept, so that he was now facing her. His eyes, the colour of the clearest and purest blue, looked deep into her own. He was relieved. He always felt relieved when she was the first thing he saw, he had missed waking up this way. Phoebe couldn't help but feel in awe at the sight of Daryl, he always looked so cute when he had just woken up and was still sleepy eyed. But her feeling of awe must not have been showing on her face as Daryl could tell she was worried.
"What's wrong?" Daryl wasn't the best at reading emotions, but he could read her; he knew she had things on her mind. Phoebe didn't want to bring up anything that would upset or anger Daryl, and his new bruises and Phoebe having to leave at the end of summer would certainly cause those emotions. She smiled. "Nothing's wrong." She leant forward, into him, and pressed her lips softly to his. They shared a tender kiss for a moment before Phoebe snuggled up under his arm. He decided to ignore this obvious diversionary tactic and besides, he didn't want to pry. He figured if she wanted or needed to tell him, she would.
The two of them spent the morning in each others embrace. Daryl used his fingertips to trace lines and random shapes across the porcelain skin that was Phoebe's back as well has having his face nestled into her curly blonde hair, taking in the scent, while Phoebe laid on her side. Her arm spread out across Daryl's chest as she studied the tattoo he had on his left peck, over his heart. She must have traced over it with her finger a dozen times, like she was in some sort of trance. They were both content and perfectly happy, they could have spent the whole day like this. They would have if it wasn't for the fact that they were both getting increasingly hungry, to the point that it couldn't be ignored due to both of their stomachs making rumbling noises almost simultaneously. They looked at each other; Phoebe smiled and laughed. "We should probably get something to eat."
"Yeah, yer probably right," he agreed.
Phoebe sat up, reluctantly, noticing her phone on the night stand, that she had turned off last night."Oops," he murmured as she reached for it, thinking about the messages that her parents had probably left. She looked at the phone for a moment, Daryl watching her. "Eh, I'll check it later," she decided as she dropped it down on the bed. Daryl smirked and stretched his limbs, settling his arms crossed behind his head. Phoebe got out of bed, making no effort to cover or shield her bare self from the man she loved. After all why would she? He was the man she loved, every part of her was his and she liked to show him. Which was okay because he liked to admire. He admired her confidence and the way she carried herself. Obviously he couldn't help but feel sexual attraction towards her perfectly curved frame. Her legs were long, lean and toned. Her ass was of perfect shape, size and moved in just the right way as she walked over to her bag; looking for clothes to put on. And Daryl loved the way her breasts bounced a little as she strutted. They weren't huge but small and perky, perfect for her figure. She was so vulnerable to him right now. He could ravish her if he really wanted to and although she probably wouldn't disagree to that notion, he knew he wouldn't. Daryl's feelings went much deeper than sexual desires; She is everything pure and beautiful in this world. Throughout his life he has felt the need to fight and he knows he would fight for her. He would fight to keep her safe, happy and to keep her in his world, as this girl was his world, ever since the first night they were together, the night she opened him up.
Loud music was booming from the usually quiet suburban home; it could be heard a couple of blocks away. The house was filled with people dancing, drinking and the occasional couple hooking up in a free bedroom upstairs. After weeks of begging her parents until they finally agreed to go out for the weekend, this was Phoebe's 18th birthday party. She was standing with a group of friends, red plastic cup in her hand filled with a brown alcoholic liquid, vibing out by the stereo player. Phoebe was dressed to the nines; a tight, strapless black dress, cut off at the thigh. Red heels, red lips , red manicure and her hair was tied up in a high bun, with just a few loose curls hanging down the back of her neck.
She began to get bored of idle chit chat, her girl friends gossiping and random guy's she didn't remember inviting, grinding on her while she tried to dance. She decided to go out for some air and found herself standing out on the front porch, leaning on the railing, looking out at the front yard. She thought it funny, this party was exactly what she had asked for, but she wasn't satisfied with it. It felt like something was missing.
"Hey..." a familiar voice sounded.
Her head snapped towards the sound of the voice and she realised that he had already climbed the steps of the porch and was now facing her. "
Daryl!" she exclaimed as she gave him a sudden, tight bear hug, to which he reciprocated by putting his arms around her. "Daryl, you came! Here, sit." She pulled him, by the arm, towards a bench seat that was on the porch; they both sat.
"I'm so glad that you came." she smiled towards him.
"Yeah, er, I just came to say happy birthday and to give you this." He handed her a small box.
She looked surprised. "Aw that's so sweet, you didn't have to!" she said as she leant in to give him another hug after taking the small box from him.
"Well, yeah I kinda did, but don't get too excited. It's not the best thing ever, I just had to give you something, you know"
Daryl was nervous. He just looked down and rubbed the back of his neck, not wanting to look at her face. Just in case she didn't like it, or thought he was stupid - he didn't really know what she would think. And that made him more nervous and anxious; what if this was a mistake?
Phoebe just smiled, she thought it was funny the way he would get all nervous around her. She opened the box and felt somewhat speechless at what was inside. She picked up the small silver chain, the right length for a bracelet. Hanging from the chain was a little wooden pendant that had a wolf carved into one side and a heart carved into the other. Daryl was anxious at the lack of sound she was making. He looked up at her and saw her studying it with wide eyes and the look of delight.
"It's beautiful.." she trailed off ."Daryl, did you make this?"
"Yeah.. well I found the chain in the attic, I think it was probably my mum's." He paused, as she looked at him. "But I made the pendant. I carved it and stuff. I thought because of that time that-"
She cut him off ."That we saw that wolf in the woods!" she smiled. "When we were younger. And you kept doing wolf calls to see if it'd come over, to freak me out!" she shoved his arm as they laughed at the memory.
"Yeah, come to think of it, I would have probably shit myself if it had come over." He rubbed the back of his neck again. "But yeah, I know it's not much, but-"
"I love it! It's perfect!" She leant in to hug him again and planted a soft kiss on his cheek. Daryl felt his cheeks get hot at her touch and sign of affection. Phoebe just smirked at his reddening cheeks; she loved the effect she had on him.
They spent the next hour, maybe two, just talking on the porch. Phoebe and Daryl had always been able to talk about anything and would talk about everything. And tonight was no different, except it was different. Phoebe felt different, she started to feel different emotions towards him. She had always known that she cared for and loved him, but it was close friend love; but now she wasn't so sure. She hadn't drunk enough to blame it on the alcohol, but still every little thing he did, that she never really noticed before, had her captivated. The way he would hold a cigarette between his fingers, the way he would look at her with his unintentional puppy dog eyes, even the way he would rub the stubble hairs on his chin; especially that. She needed to know that he was feeling the same. She needed him to show her.
Daryl put out the cigarette he had been smoking .
"I should probably leave now, you should get back to your party." Phoebe had totally forgotten that her house was full of drunk people, celebrating her birthday.
"Don't go." Her voice filled with urgency.
"Drunk teenagers isn't really my scene."
Phoebe smirked. "You're not going until I've shown you something."
Daryl furrowed his brows in confusion "Show me what?" he asked inquisitively.
Phoebe stood and held her hand out for his; he was unsure and still confused.
Phoebe scoffed ."C'mon, you can trust me!" she teased.
Daryl felt defeated, he hated but at the same time loved that she always got her way. He took her hand.
Phoebe led Daryl inside the house, the party was still going strong, which was no surprise considering the amount of booze people had brought. They avoided eye contact with all people, as Phoebe, shamelessly, led them to the stairs. Something that Daryl does naturally, but Phoebe was making an effort not to get stopped by one of her friends with a drama or a guy trying to hit on her. Luckily they made it to and up the stairs undisturbed, Daryl still blissfully unaware as to where she was obviously taking him.
They trailed down the hall way and into Phoebe's bedroom. Thankfully no one had found it a good place to get explicit and remained untouched. Phoebe closed and locked the door behind them. Now Daryl was more confused and as curious as ever.
"What are we doing in your room?"
"I figured it better than the front porch..." She walked towards him.
"Better for what?" Daryl was starting to get the picture now, but he felt uneasy and still had to ask.
Her arms now laced around his neck. "Just, let it happen."
"Pheebs-" She pressed her lips to his. He felt hesitant for a moment, but reluctantly began to soak into the kiss. He placed his hand on the underside of her jaw causing Phoebe to smile, while still keeping up with the kiss. But Daryl just couldn't fight the feeling that this was wrong. They were friends, good friends, hell she was his only real friend. He didn't want that to get ruined, he couldn't lose her; so he broke the kiss.
"What?!" she whined, hating the fact that the touch of his lips had been torn away.
"I just, I don't think it's right, I mean you've been drinking." Daryl thought if he blamed the alcohol he wouldn't have to face these new feelings; new feelings were scary for Daryl.
"Hardly." She blurted, a little upset that he was making excuses, but she put her hand on his cheek.
"Just go with it, because I know you feel it."
He was conflicted. He knew she was right, he did feel it, he had felt it for a long time now, but had been trying to ignore it. But maybe now that it was mutual, it was okay?
Phoebe sat him down on the bed and stood in front of him. They were looking at each other intensely, before Phoebe reached around and unzipped her figure hugging dress from the back. It fell down her body and pooled around her feet, that were still in the red heels. Their eyes still deeply connected, Phoebe began to unclasp her black, strapless, bra. She held the supportive material out at her side and dropped it unceremoniously to the floor; left standing before Daryl just in her matching black laced underwear. Phoebe felt the cool air collide against her newly exposed skin, the feeling causing her nipples to harden. Daryl wanted desperately to look at her body, as he felt himself twitch, but couldn't seem to pull his eyes out of her stare. She was doing this on purpose. Phoebe slowly made a grab for her underwear, grasping them at the hem and pulling them far enough down her thighs, so that when she let go they would just fall by themselves. She stepped out of the pool of clothing around her feet, and made her way towards Daryl.
And there she was, completely naked, although still wearing the red heels, standing before Daryl. Their eyes still connected, Phoebe took Daryl's right hand and placed it on her left breast. Squeezing her hand over his so that he was now squeezing her. She closed her eyes, tilted her head back and let out a breathy moan. Daryl, still looking up her, couldn't help but realise how soft but firm she felt. He grazed his palm against her still hardened nipple, licked his bottom lip and finally took a look at what he was holding as it felt as though his neck would break if he didn't. Phoebe looked down at him to see him mesmerised. She smiled and took his other hand and placed it on her ass cheek that it was adjacent to. He looked at her again as soon as he realised what was now in his other hand. She could feel her core welling up and had the look of lust in her eyes as she made quick work at undoing the buttons on his shirt. He was finally getting use to the feeling of her filling his hands and decided he wanted more; he couldn't fight it any longer.
He placed his hands around her waist as he began kissing and sucking the skin above her navel and up towards her breasts. Most happy with this new development, Phoebe placed her arms around his neck, pulling him into her chest, and began planting random and thirsty kisses from his hair line, into his scalp as she grabbed at the back of his hair with her fingers. She straddled his lap, feeling his frustration pushing out from the inside of his jeans. He cupped her ass , with both hands, as he nuzzled his face in-between her breasts, kissing, licking and completely devouring the soft skin. Phoebe could feel that her aching and throbbing centre was making damp patches on his lap, as she pained for him urgently.
While Daryl was still preoccupied by her supple breasts, Phoebe began tugging at the zipper on his jeans, making sure to be careful of his sensitive member. As his zipper was now down, she could see him prying out of the front opening of his boxer shorts; she was hungry for him. Daryl felt himself exposed and looked up at Phoebe who was looking at him. With out warning Phoebe crashed her lips to his, pushing her tongue into his mouth. As their tongues fought for dominance against each other, Daryl picked Phoebe up and gently laid her down on the bed. She manoeuvred herself to the centre of the bed, so that her head was resting against the pillows, while Daryl quickly undressed.
Before she knew it, Daryl was towering over her, kissing her neck while using his hand to part her legs. "Take me." She whispered softly and desperately into his ear. "Daryl, I want you." He pressed his forehead to hers, took a hold of himself in his hand, lining with her opening and closed his eyes, bracing himself for what was about to happen. Phoebe hooked her leg around Daryl's waist and gasped as he began to enter her. She could feel him, inch by inch, entering her slow to let her adjust to his size. She wanted more, she needed him like she needed oxygen to breathe; she moved her hips toward him. Daryl looked into her eyes as he began his steady pace of thrusting into her, holding up her leg for better leverage.
Of course Daryl had had sex before, but it wasn't like this. He had never felt anything for those few girls, and never saw them again after. In fact he felt he had only done it because he figured Merle would call him a pussy if he didn't; as it was Merle who set him up with those women. Daryl got his perception of sex from his older brother, Merle, and his father. Their influences taught him that sex was where men would use women, as sexual playthings, to get off and just hope to God that they didn't get them pregnant or contract some kind of disease. But his perception began to change, because right now, with his body entangled with this other person, he thought he felt love. For the first time, he was making love.