Mac made her way down and stared, absolutely amazed. " What is this place?" she asked.
Daryl put his arms down, still turning in a circle. "I'm guessing who ever lived here was one of those doomsday nuts. Wonder why he didn't actually use it".
The two of them stood in the middle of a bunker, filled floor to ceiling with food, blankets, various radios, you name it, it was here.
All of a sudden Daryl grabbed her up in a bear hug and swung her around before dropping her back down.
"Goddamn, what a fucking find. This will last us all winter and probably well into spring".
Mac was reeling. From finding this gold mine sure, but also that hug. My god his arms around her felt good. And a smell that was all Daryl. She wished he'd do it again.
As Daryl began taking a quick stock of their booty, her eyes lit up when she spotted a shelf off to the side.
"Fuck yeah!" she cried. Daryl turned to look at her, this time she had the big grin.
She turned around and handed him a bottle of 26 year old Glen Livet single malt Scotch.
"Time to learn about your ancestors love" she said with a gleam in her eye.
Mac had been stoked when she saw the shelf with high end malts on them. Talisker, Oban, Glen Livet and the likes.
An hour later they had polished off the Glen Livet, a bottle of the Oban and had moved on to the Talisker. Daryl was leaning up against the wall, knees pulled up, bottle hanging out of his hand and laughing so hard he was leaning over to the side and wheezing.
"Hahaha oh my god girl you looked so damn funny up on that chair hahahaha…oh my god that was classic".
"That thing was fucking huge, that wasn't a bug it was like, like a dinosaur relic or something." Mac hiccupped.
Daryl had moved on from wheezing to dry laughing, making no noise as he tried to suck air into his lungs.
Daryl managed to get himself upright only to careen over to the other side falling flat on his face.
"Hahahahaoops". Getting himself back up and steady he gazed at Mac.
"My little lassie, afraid of a wee bug" he mimicked, in a piss poor imitation of her accent.
Mac tried to look offended, but just ended up looking like a dork. "Yeah well, well, yeah. " Then she pointed at him, "well a lees I'm no tick – tick-…ticklish." She nodded her head once as if she had won the argument. Although she couldn't remember what the argument was.
Daryl narrowed his gaze at her. "Damn, tha sounds hiccup like a challenge hiccup to me".
Daryl got up to his knees and knee-walked over to her. Mac's eyes widened as she watched him drunkenly move towards her, a smirk on his face.
"Whaah you doin' Daryl".
Daryl just kept coming at her, he got right in front of her then grabbed her and pushed her back flat on the ground. He straddled her and grabbed both her arms in one of his hands and held them over head.
He gave her a predatory gaze, held his other hand up in front of her with his fingers clawed, then yelled –"TICKLETORTURE!" And he promptly attacked her sides and armpits in a fierce tickle attack.
Mac sucked in her breath and then half screamed and half laughed, squirming like hell under him to get away.
"AHAHA you liar, you are ticklish too!" Daryl kept up his attack while Mac squealed and laughed and tried to get away.
"Uncle! Uncle!" She cried.
Daryl paused in his assault. "Do you surrender?"
"Aye!" she laughed out, "I surrender".
"Aw man, I was hoping you'd resist my evil ways, forcing me to continue your torture" he laughed. He fell off of her and flopped down on the floor next to her, still giggling like a school kid.
As they both started to calm down, still flat on their backs, they turned their heads and looked at each other. Mac realized she had her chance to just stare into his eyes, eyes that were wide open and full of humor.
"You have the most beautiful eyes" she said quietly.
Daryl held his hand up and ran a finger down her cheek. He'd always wanted an excuse to do this, and being drunk was the perfect one. He felt amazingly sober at the moment though and hyper-aware of her gaze, but figured if she shied away from him, he could blame the booze.
Mac closed her eyes, savoring the feel of his hand. He ran two fingers along her jaw, then gently swept his thumb over her lower lip. She opened her eyes to see him gazing intently into hers.
"I've always wanted to do that" he said softly. "Always wondered what you would taste like if I could kiss you".
Mac looked at him and felt her heartbeat run even faster. Daryl almost looked like he realized what he just said, a blush creeping around his ears. He looked down, becoming shy.
Mac decided to put herself out on a ledge. She took a hold of his hand, bringing his fingers to her mouth. She placed a small kiss to his fingertips.
Daryl rolled back over next to her and got up on his elbow. He caressed her face like she was made of the finest china. Mac could hardly breath, afraid he would stop. He looked hesitant, afraid she wasn't wanting the same thing as himself. She looked into his eyes, could see his indecision. She ran her hands up his chest, relishing the feel of his hardness under his shirt.
Daryl sighed at the feel of her hands, and leaned in. He kissed her gently, savoring the feel of her lips on his. God she tasted good, just as he imagined. He deepened the kiss and Mac moaned under him. She ran her hands up, cupping his face, brushing her fingers through his stubble. He tasted like Scotch, like sin.
Daryl pulled back a little, looking at Mac. It had crossed his mine they were both drunk, and really didn't want to mess this up.
"Will you still respect me in the mornin'?" he joked. Mac laughed, "Hell yes. I'm sober enough to know what I'm doing".
Daryl got up pulling Mac with him and tugged her over to a small bed that was in the bunker. He ran his hand up the back of her head, cupping her neck and leaned in for another kiss. He nipped her bottom lip, causing her to part them and he took advantage, sliding his tongue in. He moaned into her mouth, enjoying the taste and warmth of her. He finally admitted to himself that he had been wanting to do this with her for months now. He broke off and kissed softly on her jaw, working his way down her neck. He hit her magical spot behind her ear, then sucked on her earlobe, and Mac groaned heavily. She ran her hands up his back, relishing the feel of the hard muscles, then sliding them around to his chest. Every part of his body was hard, toned, yet he was kissing her so softly. He was an enigma, a gruff hunter who usually had a scowl on his face and wasn't afraid to do the dirty work, her badass, yet so incredibly gentle as he made love to her.
Mac began to undo the buttons on his shirt, then swept her hands across his bare skin. She ran her hands up over his collarbone, then down over his nipples. Daryl sucked in his breath and moved against her. Fuck her hands felt good on him. He tugged her shirt up and over her head then reached around to undo the clasp on her bra. He laid her down on the bed and began kissing her again, starting at her throat and down between her breasts, then finally taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking. Mac arched her back up into him, her hands in his hair and sighed his name. She reached a hand down between them and felt his erection and rubbed him through his pants. He hissed and bit down on her breast gently. He sat up and undid her pants, pulling them down her legs. He stared at her for a moment, naked and wet for him. Her eyes were on him and watched as he slowly undid his belt, then his pants and pulled his cock free. He leaned back over her, taking her hands in one of his and pulling them up over her head. He settled in between her legs and began kissing her slowly again, using his free hand to caress her breast.
"God damn you feel good" he whispered to her. Mac smiled at him, her eyes locked onto his, as he slid into her. They both groaned, her wet heat gladly taking in his thick length. He rocked into her, taking his time. He let her hands go to slide down her leg, pulling it up slightly. Mac brought her hands down to cradle his head as he moved inside her. Daryl began to quicken the pace and leaned down to take her nipple into his mouth again. Mac groaned again out loud and arched into him. Daryl began to move even faster in her and looked up into her eyes. Mac was close, and she had a feeling he was too. She reached down to grab his ass and push into him, and at the same time Daryl grabbed her breast.
Mac whispered "Come to me Daryl", and with that he closed his eyes as he pounded into her and they both reached their peaks at the same time.
Daryl was shaking, whether from the exertion or emotional toll, he wasn't sure. He rolled off of Mac, but held onto her and rolled her into him. He wrangled the blanket from the bed and wrapped them both in it. Mac curled into Daryl's chest and sighed. My god he felt good, she thought to herself. Daryl had both his arms wrapped around her, almost protectively. After his breathing returned to normal, he bent his head down and placed a gentle kiss on her lips.
"Thank you" he said softly.
Mac smiled up at him, her warm eyes gazing into his. "It was beautiful" she whispered, "thank you".
They lay there for a few minutes, just enjoying the feel of themselves next to each other. Daryl's mind was moving a million miles a second, trying to process all the weird, unknown feelings coursing through him. He'd never felt such a close bond to anyone before, not to this extent. Hell he'd never even felt this close to Merle. And he couldn't help but think that this woman, one who fought next to him every day, saw his bad side, had allowed this dirt covered redneck this close to her. Part of him felt elated, part of him despaired, thinking he wasn't anywhere close to being good enough for her.
Mac wiggled into Daryl at that moment, which instantly re-awoke his parts down south.
"Fuckin' insatiable hellcat are ya" he chuckled. Mac laughed, then poked him in the belly. "My arm's falling asleep". He hugged her harder, kissed her forehead and said, "we better get moving".
"Damn" she sighed. She could stay here all day with Daryl wrapped around her and be very content.
Daryl laughed as he got up and put his pants back on. "Quit'cha lollygaggin woman and get to work!". Mac threw her boot at him.
A/N: So Daryl and Mac have finally brought that last wall down and realized their feelings for each other mutual. Coming up next, a good situation turns deadly, and Daryl will be forced to witness something that will rip his heart out.