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Lori snuggles back on Rick as he steps into the shower behind her. They'd only managed to be together once since he'd returned to them. His first night in the quarry. She had already showered Carl and he was in the library with Sophia. She leans back into Rick's touch as he skims his hands over her stomach and up to her breasts, palming them before tweaking the nipples. A light moan comes from her throat as she opens her mouth and swallows some water, breathing heavier as arousal pools deep in her pelvis.
Rick had always been able to wreck her with a touch, sometimes she hated him for having that power, sometimes Lori thought that a man having the power of melting her with a touch was like losing part of herself to them and she hated that feeling that she didn't belong purely to herself. But tonight she didn't care, tonight she needed and tonight she welcomed Rick as she hadn't welcomed him for years. Maybe they could work together now, as a proper team, not as Rick always taking care of her the way he took care of everyone else.
Turning in Rick's arms Lori leans in to kiss him, their tongues whirl against each other teasingly, it's a game they've played many times, while there is nothing new in their touches, there is intimacy and knowledge that takes years to establish. Lori opens her legs for Rick just before his fingers reach her. Rick turns his hip so his cock is ready for her hand just as she begins to reach for it. Each move born out of years of having sex or making love. Her head tilts back as Rick pushes her back against the cool tile wall and Lori knows before she feels it that Rick's going to kiss her neck as she feels his clean-shaven face there. His lips sucking at her though he never uses his tongue which Lori has always tried to get him to do. Tonight she doesn't care. Doesn't push him to use his tongue on her.
Hitching her legs as Rick reaches for them Lori straddles him as he fits his cock inside her. Her moan is soft, Rick's slightly louder. Both conscious of their neighbours although Jenner had already said that everything was sound proofed within an inch of its life. The wine is still strumming in her blood and Lori finds it flitting around without rhyme or reason. And suddenly there is another face in the forefront of her mind. Not Shane. Someone else. Someone she doesn't welcome.
Trying to push him away he stubbornly persists in staying around, watching her with that amused smirk she'd only ever seen on his face a few times when no one else was around. His crooked smile quirking at her as he jerks his head at her louder moan from Rick speeding up his fucking. Shit, it's her mind, it can go where it wants, she knows she's having sex with Rick, not him.
Lori feels her orgasm welling within her as Rick kisses her. She kisses him back, more passionately than she has in years as her arms wrap around his shoulders, her breasts rubbing against his chest, her nipples hardening from Rick's chest hair brushing coarsely against them. God that felt good. She holds tighter when Rick tries to pull away. He's always balked at anything rough which had been when their bedroom troubles began. Lori didn't love rough, but she liked sensation, and if some sensation wasn't soft she was still up for it.
Rick persisted in treating her with kid gloves in the bedroom, like she was a fragile piece of china. And outside it, he treated her as someone to take care of, just like everyone else in his life. It didn't matter to him that she worked full-time, that she actually earned more than he did and maintained supervisory capacity over more staff than he did. She was still someone to be taken care of. Not an equal, never an equal.
Reigning herself in Lori focused on Rick. Her arms wrapped around him tightly as he leaned in and kissed her. She kissed him back feeling years lighter than she had in a long time. Her legs wind around Rick's hips, her ankles crossing and her heels digging into Rick's backside. She'd always liked his butt but he'd never let her play with it. Feeling her orgasm begin to crest Lori pulls back to breath and clenches down on Rick's cock, pulling him to orgasm with her. It had been so long for both, since they'd done this together.
Holding him tightly Lori doesn't allow Rick to withdraw as he had done back at the quarry. She leans her head back on the wall as she feels Rick's come splash her insides. She smiles loving the feeling.
She's drying her hair when Rick comes up behind her, hands sliding around her waist in a hug. "I need to talk to Jenner." He presses a kiss on her shoulder softly as he says this and Lori merely nods. Of course he did. If it wasn't Jenner it would have been someone else she was sure. Just checking they were all safe.
"That's fine, I'm going to the library to see what they've got to read." Lori turns and presses a quick kiss to Rick's cheek and he smiles at her as he takes his leave.
Feeling pleasantly buzzed and still holding a glass of wine Lori inspects the books lazily when Shane enters the room.
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Minutes later as Lori rushes out of the library and down the hall she hears an arctic cold voice speaking behind her.
"Stay away from her, you hear me cop? She said she's done, you respect that." Lori stops and looks back. Daryl is standing in front of Shane, knife in one hand, bottle in the other. He is deadly and he stops Shane in his tracks. He waits until Shane has gone on his way before he turns himself and comes up short seeing her still there watching him. Lori nods at him in thanks and he shakes his head at her in disgust before he walks away to his own room which is several doors away from hers and Ricks.
Lori raises a trembling hand to her mouth, Daryl had looked at her like she was nothing. Lori felt like nothing. All her earlier good feeling vanishing in the blink of an eye. What she'd done with Shane was reprehensible. She would never forgive herself, never mind expect Rick to forgive her. Before she can second guess herself Lori follows Daryl and knocks quietly on his door. She gets no answer. She frowns, she'd seen him enter. Was he passed out already? He didn't seem like the kind of guy to pass out by drinking too much. Was he ignoring her? That was certainly more likely.
Sighing Lori turns to leave when the door opens. Daryl is standing there wearing water and a towel and nothing else. Lori just stares at him. He was beautiful she realised. Shaking her head before she gets anymore ideas than was healthy Lori looks at Daryl. "Thank you." She says no more knowing less is more with Daryl and turns to leave.
Daryl's hand grasps her arm before she can turn away. He looks at her, they're the same height. She's trembling, he can feel it. "You gonna come clean with Rick?" His question is abrupt but quiet.
"Why?" Lori asks, she isn't uppity as she's prone to be, too shaken up he guesses.
"Because Shane ain't the type to give up easily. If you ain't gonna tell Rick you tell me if he gives you any trouble." He looks at Lori as she stares at him in shock. What, did she think he'd allow the man to attack her again? "I mean it." Daryl steps back and shuts the door in her face.
Daryl returns to the shower she'd taken him from. Leaning both hands against the tile wall he lets the water run down his body. Tilting his head back he soaks himself before he moves and squirts some shampoo from the dispenser. It smells female but he doesn't care. It's shampoo. He scrubs his face with it as well and then rinses before he soaps himself down. Tugging on his cock a couple of times Daryl lets it fill as he scrubs down his legs and feet, grabbing the nail brush he cleans his toenails and then his hands and fingernails, getting out the fine ingrained dirt and the blood that he never seemed to be able to wash off himself these days. God that felt good.
Only thing better now would be a willing body to lose himself in. Finishing his shower Daryl dries off and hitches his towel around his waist. He systematically goes through his bathroom and bedroom looking for anything he can use. It's habit more than anything. But a feeling of unease is skittering down his spin. Jenner had been nothing short of welcoming but the feeling persisted. It had kept him alive over the years; he'd learned to listen to it. So he scavenged what he could, shoved it in his pack and left that and his crossbow right beside his door.
Just as he's thinking of settling down to bed a soft knock comes to his door. He frowns. It wasn't Lori, she'd said her piece. He considers ignoring it until they try the handle. He'd locked it of course but then they knock again slightly louder. They weren't giving up.
Walking over Daryl opens it. The person who greets him on the other side is holding a bottle of bourbon and leaning their shoulder on the door jamb. "Share a drink with me?" Daryl looks at them rubbing his chin with the hand not holding the doorknob.
"Ain't got any rubbers." He knows what they've come for. And while he's willing, he's not willing to play Daddy. A half-smile crosses their face before they slide their free hand into a pocket and pull out a strip of them. His eyebrow raises. "Reckon we can use 'em all tonight?" He's saying yes but only on that condition.
"I do, I know you drank but you didn't get too drunk like everyone else. I watched you." Daryl raises both eyebrows this time then without speaking further he steps back and lets them into his room, closing and locking the door behind them. He follows them as they walk to the foldout he'd already opened and watches as they put the condoms and bourbon down on the side table. Then he stands back as they start to disrobe.
Walking back to the door Daryl switches off the overhead light leaving only the lamp on the side table lit. It softens everything in the room, including them. His arms slide around their waist pulling them up against him, pushing their hips into him so they can feel his filling cock. They moan lightly.
"Oh you like that huh? Plenty more where that came from." His mouth swoops in and kisses the lips that are smiling at him, opening over them, sucking on their fullness, nipping them lightly. They pull away from him, still smiling as their hands drift down his torso and pull on his towel. It comes off leaving him naked as well. Their hands drift over his cock, stroking it gently, tugging on his balls just the way he likes.
"Know your way around, I like that." Daryl says softly before he leans down and takes an erect nipple into his mouth.
"Harder." Their word is whispered but he hears it and obeys, sucking strongly on their nipple, pulling it into his mouth as his tongue rasps over the tip. They taste like the soap he'd just used on his own skin. He flinches back however when their hands move around his back, touching him lightly. Daryl turns them around smoothly without them realising he was pulling away from their touch. His mouth cruises down the side of their neck from below their ear to the sweet spot where their neck and shoulder join. He nips them there, firmer than he'd nipped their lips and they shiver under his touch. He palms their breasts and his thumbs flick over their nipples teasingly causing them to moan again.
Smiling he pulls them lightly so they lean forward and get on the bed. He watches their shapely backside sway from side to side, cheeks opening for him so he can see the prize he'll be getting a taste of tonight. He picks up a condom, opening it and rolling it on his cock before he slides his hands over their arse and then his fingers down their crack and beyond. He dips them inside their pussy. They are already wet for him.
"Hmm, wet for me already, did you play with yourself to get that way, or is this all me hmm?" He questions teasingly. He doesn't care what her answer is, he'll take her anyway. She was the answer to his unasked want tonight. Someone to lose himself in. Literally. Sliding his cock inside her wetness it's Daryl's turn to groan a little. "Fuck, you're hot." He says meaning it literally. Her body heat is causing him to break out in a sweat despite the coolness of the room.
"Harder." Her voice is barely more than a whisper again.
Daryl teases her. "Huh? I can't hear you." He answers knowing full well what she'd asked for.
"Harder." She says again slightly louder.
"Harder? You want me to go like this?" Daryl thrusts into her pussy with a fast snap of his hips.
"Yes…" Her word trails off into another moan. Woman could sure moan. He slows down again, teasing her, making her writhe on his cock. But she'd wanted to be used. He was going to oblige her. "Harder." She asks again and Daryl smiles down at her, watching his cock sliding in and out of her, her skin gleaming, she was covered in perspiration just as he was.
His hands bracket her hips and his fingers dig in before he brings a hand back and slaps one of her butt cheeks. She jolts and clenches down on his cock and he grins. "Oh now, that was nice." He slaps her again and again she clenches down on him. "Very nice. But if want harder you gotta' say the magic word." He slaps her butt cheek again and rolls his eyes as she clenches down on him instead. "Woman ain't no way you're gonna fuckin' top me from the bottom. You want harder, you beg for it or I'll fuck you all night just like this." He can't help making her beg for it.
She'd come to him with condoms for fucks sake, he had a right to make her say please. He shakes off his conscience telling him he's acting like his father. Shakes off the years of blocking his ears to noises in the next bedroom of women crying, pleading and begging for more. Or for his old man to stop. He never did.
Raising his hand one more time Daryl slaps her arse again loving the way she clinched down on him when he did so.
"Please Daryl, please. Harder." Daryl smiles down at her back and begins to move. Hard and fast he fucks into her pussy, letting her moan and move around him, clenching down each time he lands a random smack on her flexing arse. His toes curl as he feels his balls draw up. He's close to coming. Winding his arm around her waist he slides his fingers through her wiry curls and circles his middle finger over her clit, firm and fast, over sensitising her. Almost forcing her to come. He leans over her back and kisses her shoulder as she comes and then he pulls back and fucks himself into her focusing on his own orgasm now.
When his flashes through him he feels her clench down on him, keeping him coming.
Falling down to the side of her he lies on his back catching his breath, she falls forward on her stomach and does the same.
"Why me?" He asks after they'd calmed down and been lying silently together for some time.
She pauses before leaning up on her elbows to look down at him, her eyes dark in the light. "Because I figure you're the only one who wouldn't treat me any different when we get up in the morning. Am I wrong?" Shaking his head Daryl looks up at her.
"Nope." He answers as he grabs her elbow and hauls her across his chest so he can take her mouth and start round two.
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Lori closes the door on their bedroom. Rick isn't back yet so she can't lock it. He'd want to know why and wouldn't be put off with a word like 'habit' they'd never locked their bedroom door back at home. She puts on a sweater. She is chilled to the bone. And she paces waiting for Carol to bring Carl back to her. When she does Lori settles him in bed and reads him to sleep.
But her mind is on Shane. And Daryl. She couldn't look to him in the future. She had to handle Shane herself. And she would. She'd just stay away from him, not let herself get caught on her own with him again.
Lori is in bed with her back turned deliberately when Rick returns and climbs in snuggling behind her. The tears that fall now are tears of shame and recrimination toward herself. She is weak, she had decided she needed a man to be strong for her now. She who always railed against Rick trying to take care of her before; but at the first sign of trouble she'd fallen and let Shane pick her up and keep picking her up. It was stupid and wrong and hypocritical and she knew it. It was her fault Shane couldn't or wouldn't let go.
Daryl's look had made her see her inadequacies. He didn't hide from anyone that she could see while she hid from everyone, even herself. She was a joke. But as Lori cries she vows that she won't continue to be a joke. Daryl won't be able to continue to look down on her. She will get strong and stay strong and no one will have to look out for her.
A/N - Yes I did have a specific female in mind when I wrote this.