* Please Review! Wow, thanks for all the alerts and adds to the favorite list! Lucy: I am combining both my pregnancy experiences and putting them into Layla's experience. Guys, this Daryl is different than I usually write him. He isn't as full as self doubts. He is experiencing some feelings for the first time and that is why he is the way he is with Layla. I'm taking Reedus' comment about Daryl being a virgin to feelings , not to sex, and I'm going with it. I'm making him unsure of how he feels. Hope you like it!*
Later that night, they sat close together at dinner. He kept his head bent so he could listen to her as she spoke. Layla told the group the name choices and everyone liked them. Carol was beaming that they were using Sophia's name. The two women had hugged while the men shook Daryl's hand. Shane didn't. He had shaken his head and walked away but only Daryl noticed. After dinner Daryl and Layla had gathered up their stuff and head towards the farmhouse. The group was going to move into the other farmhouse the next day.
As Daryl and Layla laid in the bed together, Daryl tried to process everything he had learned and felt that day. It was the feelings that he couldn't understand. The feelings he was going through were like the ones he had seen go over her as she talked about her family and when she touched her stomach. As a child he had learned to suppress his feelings. Tears and laughter had earned him ridicule from his dad. Crying was for pussies. Laughter had been beat out of him. As an adult, anger was the only thing he knew, the only thing that was safe for him to feel. If he started to feel anything else, he had drank it or drugged it out of himself. He hadn't do a lot of drugs, he wasn't like Merle. But he dabbled in shrooms and pot. Beer and liquor were his numbing agent of choice.
" The baby moves around the most at night," Layla said, quietly from her spot on the bed. " If you want to feel it, you can. You don't have to ask." Daryl looked at her as she rolled over to face him. She put both her hands under her pillow. He looked back to the ceiling.
" Book said that." He said. Layla inched closer to him. Daryl had his hands under his head but knew she was moving. " Said that when you're still, the baby will move a lot."
" You have really read that book, haven't you?" Layla asked.
" Have too. I don't know nothin bout kids or babies." He said. Layla slipped all the way over to his side of the bed.
" What else have you learned?" She asked, gently. Daryl stared hard at the ceiling.
" That pretty soon the baby will be able to hear me when I talk." He said. Layla smiled as she came against him. Daryl took note of how soft her legs were against his. " When the baby is born she'll know your scent above anything else. She'll know your voice the most and mine second if I talk to her enough."
" And what else?" Slowly and carefully Layla reached out and touched the center of his chest.
" Movement will put her to sleep inside you." Layla's fingers were lightly trailing down him.
" What kind of movement?" She asked. She moved her left leg and put it over his.
" All kinds." Daryl said, noticing how his voice was changing as he started to harden up. " Walkin, runnin."
" Anything else you learn?" Layla asked as she came into his field of vision. He started to bring his arms down.
" Yeah." He said as his right hand went into her hair. He started to bring her down to him while she started to hold her breath. " Learned sex ain't gonna hurt her. Might just put her to sleep." He whispered. He pulled her head back so her neck was completely exposed to him. Layla's eyes went closed as she started to breath again. Daryl brought his head up and let the tip of his tongue trail up the center of her neck. She whimpered loudly. " But the orgasm might wake her up again. So you best be ready for her to be movin." He whispered.
" What else did you learn?" Layla asked as his hand skirted up her thigh.
Daryl moved suddenly, flipping her over onto her back as he crushed his lips against her. She took a hold of his hair while his tongue owned hers. Her hips went up and smacked into his. He groaned and wanted to push into her on return but held himself in check. His hands went to her shirt while they made out fast and hard.
" Get on your knees. Ain't safe for you to be on your back." He whispered against her mouth.
Daryl pulled away at the same time she grabbed her panties. She yanked them off while he slipped out of his boxers. She flipped over and whined as need and lust hit her hard. This was just what she needed, what she wanted more then anything. Daryl's hands were rough as he grabbed her hips and positioned her the way he wanted her. He pushed her legs apart and rose up on his own knees. His left hand came down on the center of her back.
" Daryl, please." She begged.
" Gotta be quiet." He growled out.
All he wanted to do was slam home inside her and pump until they both blew up but he was still nervous about hurting the baby. He still wanted to be careful, just in case. Desire and want, those were two feelings he could add to his list of emotions he had started to feel since she slipped into his bed. Anger, desire, and want. Those he could name. The other feelings she was creating in him, he wasn't sure what their names were. Jealous, that was another one, he realized. He was insanely jealous of her husband, dead man or not.
" You gotta promise me sumthin." Daryl said.
" What?" Layla whined.
" If it starts to hurt, you tell me and we stop. Any pain, anywhere, we stop."
" Okay, just please." She begged.
He couldn't take her begging for him anymore. Daryl moved into her slowly, waiting and feeling. He was waiting for her to stop him, to tell him it hurt. He was squeezing his eyes shut, praying it didn't hurt because he needed her and needed the sex bad. She pushed back, taking him all the way in and making him growl out while both his hands went to her hips. He tighten his hold on her as she shivered around him.
" Don't move, yet." Daryl warned fast. It had been far to long since he had been inside her and if she moved, he was going to cum and he knew it. " Just need a minute."
When Daryl felt himself regaining control, he pulled back. He opened his eyes and looked down as he slid along her warmth. She moaned with her head thrown back. His left hand stayed on her hip while his right one went into her hair. He twisted the soft strands around his fingers and pulled it at the same time he thrust back into her. She squeezed his dick, making him half groan, half hiss. It was better then he remembered it being.
" Oh God, do that again." She breathed out.
He pulled out only to move back in. Out and in, over and over again he rubbed against her two favorite spots. He hit the soft bundle of nerves inside her while sliding along the tight one on the outside. She trembled and lowered her head. He bit down into his bottom lip as her hair slipped from his fingers. He ran his hand down her back as he picked up their pace.
" Fuckin shit." He whispered hard. She tighten around him again. She tighten and released him over and over again. " Where the fuck did you learn that?" He groaned. " Stop squeezin me or I'm cummin!" He tried hard to keep his voice down. Sweat was starting to coat his hair line. His tongue darted out and over his bottom lip while his chest heaved hard. Every nerve in his body was alive.
Layla gripped at the pillows as his stomach hit her ass then pulled back again. He hit her again only a few seconds later. Again and again until she felt her orgasm rushing up to meet her. She shook uncontrollably and dropped her face to the bed. She was panting and grabbing at the pillows so hard her hands were hurting. The orgasm finally hit home. Her mouth fell open and she cried out.
He held her in place, knowing she was losing it under him. That was it, that was what he needed. He pushed into her, making sure he was as far in as he could be before Daryl sent himself pouring deep inside her. His body froze around him as his orgasm robbed him of his sight. His head was back while her moans filled him to the brink. Why the hell had he been holding back from her? Why had he been punishing himself, with holding himself from this? From her?
When it was over, he moved to his left side and gathered her to him. She was on her left side too. His hand was splayed across her stomach. She covered it with hers while she smiled. Daryl was swallowing and still breathing hard. His chest was working hard against her back like it did when she knew he had come hard. The baby shifted inside her, making his fingers tighten on her.
XXXXXX
In the morning, during breakfast, Layla sat closer to Daryl then she had been. She had slipped her right leg under his left one, making him look at her. But Layla wasn't looking at him. She was smiling down at her plate as she ate. Daryl looked at his own plate and shifted so he could be closer to her without making it look like that was what he was doing.
" Hey Layla," Shane said as he strolled forward. Both Layla and Daryl looked up at him. He came down so he was crouching at her left side. " I need you to show me where those herbs are that Daryl gave you when you were sick."
" Right now?" Layla asked.
" If you're done eating." Shane said with a smile.
" Why do you want them?" She asked.
" I haven't been feeling well."
" I can show you later, when I'm done huntin." Daryl said.
" No, Daryl, you have stuff to do. Layla can show me. I'll bring my gun, she'll be protected." Shane said. He pushed his flannel back to reveal his gun. He smiled again. " Come on, Layla. The sooner we going, the sooner we will get back." Layla nodded.
" Yeah, okay." She said. " Sure, I can do." Shane grinned and patted her leg.
" Then let's go, lil mama." He said. " I'll be waiting over there." He pointed to the edge of the woods before he stood up and walked away.
' Ask me not to go.' Layla was begging in her mind. Shane was never someone she was comfortable with.
" I guess I should go." She said softly.
" Reckon so." Daryl said as he stared at his eggs through narrowed eyes.
He had never trusted Shane but what could he do? He couldn't really tell Layla what to do. He couldn't tell her he didn't want her to go off with Shane. He had tried that once. A short time after they had started sleeping together, he had tried to order her to not go somewhere alone and she had gotten in his face. Layla could have a temper that matched his own. She had shocked him by jumping into his personal space. He had thought their time together was over but then she came into his tent later that night, told him not to say a word to her and stripped down. He had never told her what to do again, even though the angry sex had been amazing. He had managed to piss her off in a few other ways just for that hot sex but he hadn't told her what to do ever again.