8 Weeks Chapter 24

Saturday Night

They had made last orders in a bar and any sobriety gained in the tattoo parlor was now pleasantly lost as Daryl walked Kate home. The unfamiliar streets became more recognisable as they drew closer. She looked at him, the way his plaid shirt was unbuttoned and his sleeves rolled above his elbows. His leather belt which was old and worn with a heavy buckle that no longer shined. His boots were functional, worn for hunting or riding around on motorcycles. He looked so deliciously manly. The complete opposite to her with her slinky black dress with strappy heels to match, and she liked that. She liked to feel feminine and compared to this dirty redneck she felt exactly that. More than that, she felt the sting at her foot where the arrow was etched on the inside of her heel, so discreet that it could only really be seen by those looking for it.

She chuckled under her breath, the feeling of the shot of tequila she had downed in the bar was making her feel light as a feather yet somehow heavy at the same time. "You're a bad influence on me Mr Dixon."

He looked at her, his dark blue eyes crinkling at the corners, "you're a bad influence on me."

"Oh?" Kate raised her eyebrows, a smile prying at her lips, "hows that?"

She watched his adam's apple bob as he swallowed down hard, "ya make me wanna do the sort of things no good boy would ever dream 'bout."

Kate felt the heat rising in her cheeks then suddenly it was rising everywhere as she stepped closer to him and whispered, "like what?"

Daryl's hands wrapped around the tops of her shoulders before stroking lazily along her arm and despite the heat her skin was covered in million little pin pricks, her hair was standing on end and a chill shuddered through her.

"Well… I don't wanna influence ya," he teased and she stepped out of his arms, turning away to hide the the excitable look that filled her face. What was he doing to her? She was feeling drunk and a little wild as she marched away trying to get some distance form the feelings he was stirring.

Daryl easily caught up to her sloppy escape in time to wrap his arm around her waist, pulling her into step with him as they turned the corner onto her sleepy street eventually reaching the steps of her house. She stood on the first one, her heart racing a little as she considered him leaving or staying. Kate tucked her hair behind her ear and looked down the street to where a scrap of paper was tumbling around at the will of the wind, "we should celebrate our new tattoos don't you think?"

He gave her a slow once over that made her feel flustered as his gravelly voice asked, "how do ya wanna do that?"

Kate took a step backwards, gaining more height, "Champagne?"

Daryl's eyes flicked past her to the door, "in ya house?"

"Unless you'd rather have it in the streets?" His eyes flickered with something and she looked away, up the next step, fishing the keys from her purse and opening the door, letting it fall wide and entering without waiting for him to say yes.

She hung her purse on one of the hooks and before Kate made it to the kitchen she heard the front door clicking shut and the sound of Daryl's footsteps pursuing her. She flicked on the bright white spotlights to illuminate her kitchen before she leaned on the counter and did the rather difficult task of unbuckling her shoes with one hand while intoxicated. For a fleeting moment she considered asking Daryl to take her shoes off for her, remembering how his touches felt in the tattoo parlour. But she managed alone, kicking them aside as she realised he had been silently observing her from his place leaning against the doorframe, his gaze as intent and breathtaking as it always was.

Kate found sanctuary from his eyes as she opened the fridge, dousing her hot body in the cool blast of air that spilled out as she pulled the bottle from where it had been waiting. Then she grabbed two champagne flutes and led the way to the garden where it was still warm out and the lighting wasn't as clinical. Daryl sat on the porch swing he had repaired and she joined him. "It was a birthday present from Lou," she said as she eased the gold foil from the cork. For some reason she wanted him to know that she didn't just keep champagne in her fridge for this sort of thing, although she wasn't exactly sure what this sort of thing was.

"When's ya birthday?" Daryl said.

"The 23rd of May, yours?"

"August 23rd."

Thier eyes met and they shared the same little laugh. Her thumb pushed hard on the end of the cork and it released to a loud pop that filled the night air, causing an animal to scurry through the bushes at the end of her garden. "I'll miss it."

"Huh?" his head tilted to the side, a small from on his face.

Kate handed him a glass and began to fill it, the bubbles creeping madly to the rim until they spilled over, "your birthday of course."

Daryl shook his hand, flicking away the champagne she had covered him in and she offered an apologetic smile before asking, "and how many candles will you be having on your cake?"

"Ain't never had no candles on a cake."

For a second she wanted to laugh and ask "are you serious?" but the scars on his back had already told her that he was. Instead she poured herself a glass and took the smallest sip of bubbles before saying, "I've never kissed a woman."

Her admission had the desired reaction, the half choke gag that came from his mouth made a grin slip across her face. This was fun. On a night where she had gotten a tattoo she was certain almost anything could happen.

"Now you have to take a drink because I know you have," Kate informed him.

Daryl's eyes narrowed, looking at her like she might be mad before he did exactly as he was told.

"Come on Mr Dixon, think of something else… what have you not done that you think I have?"

He looked away from Kate, towards the bushes and she wondered if he had seen something she hadn't, "I've never been arrested."

Kate shifted in her seat.

Daryl raised his eyebrows, "just wanna see how bad an influence I am."

She set her champagne down on the end of her knee, her fingers twirling around the stem before she took a drink. "We were all sixteen once… having our first sneaky drink, knocking a policeman's hat off his head," she have him a pointed look, "and we don't speak of this again."

He laughed at her, a sexy boyish laugh because he was right, "ya went to the station for that?"

"No… he put the cuffs on, let me stew for a few minutes then gave me a bloody good bollocking before letting me go."

"I knew ya weren't a good girl."

"I've never..." if he wanted her to feel mortified he was having the desired effect, she wanted to make him blush, "had sex in a pickup truck."

Daryl fumbled with the champagne in his hand before spilling some on the floor, "Jesus, woman." His words were accompanied by an unexpected creak. The creak was soon followed by an abrupt snap as the porch swing gave out. Daryl slid to the ground and Kate slid into him, her champagne sloshing onto his shoes. She couldn't help but laugh, "well… very bloody good workmanship Mr Dixon."

His face was close to hers. She inspected the line of his jaw and the scattering of stubble that shadowed across it as he bit back his own laugh with mock annoyance. Their eyes met. Her laughter stilled to just a smile as his hands found the sides of her face and drew her to his lips for a single kiss. It wasn't enough, she wanted more. She buried her hands in his hair and pulled him closer to her, kissing him how she needed to be kissed. Daryl was a great kisser, it wasn't all wet and sloppy it was just right, like a great pair of jeans that fit perfectly and make you feel fantastic.

In between kisses they stood from their awkward position on the floor, abandoning the champagne flutes but rescuing the bottle as they stumbled into the kitchen. His hands were stroking along her back, cupping her arse and squeezing her there before he kissed her neck. She let out a low groan at the prickle of his stubble chasing his soft lips. She couldn't remember exactly where she had read it, but suddenly she was thinking 'a kiss on the lips means I love you but a kiss on the neck means I want you', and she wanted him.

Daryl lifted her onto the kitchen counter, ice cold marble sending a jolt of shock down her legs before he pulled them apart so he could stand in between, allowing his kisses to find even more of her. His hands felt rough as they touched at all the exposed skin that her dress afforded. She knew the reason she had picked this dress was to catch his eye but she hadn't thought about how perfect it was for allowing his mouth access to the tops of her breasts and along her collarbone where he nipped and sucked until she trembled.

Kate started to wonder if she was still the kind of girl that could enjoy a fling. If she was that sort of girl now she was certain they would have been doing this sooner but she'd waited, she'd waited so long to let him touch her like this that every caress wasn't just making her tingle between her legs with lust but making her heart flutter and race as the butterflies in her stomach did their careless dance.

Daryl nuzzled his face into her neck, inhaling her in like she really was an English rose. "Mm hmm… ya always smell so damn good".

She lifted her wrist to smell it and he stole it away to his own nose, breathing her in again before kissing her there.

"Its called Jazz Club." It reminded her of a holiday she had taken with Isy. Her friend had booked the romantic getaway with her no good cheating boyfriend and lucky for Kate she had ended up with his ticket.

Kate picked the champagne off the side and took a drink from the bottle. Maybe she wasn't the kind of girl to have a fling anymore but it was far too late to worry about that now. She grabbed the back of Daryl's neck to pull him in for one more champagne kiss before letting herself slip from the kitchen counter, clutching tight to the bottle and strolling into the hallway at just the right speed to let him know that he should be following her.

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Daryl watched her walk away, the champagne bottle bouncing against the outside of her thigh, the bob of her glossy hair and quickly realised that he should be pursuing her. He stumbled into the hallway kicking off his boots before trailing the sway of her hips up the stairs. Then along the long corridor to a white door which she threw open before she fumbled for the wall, finding a light switch to illuminated the two cut glass lamps which flanked the bed with a hazy glow.

Daryl's heart was pounding hard in his chest as he stared at the bed that sat large and imposing in the centre of the room. It was charcoal grey velvet with an all buttoned headboard that stood tall behind a neat stack of plump pillows, the sheets were crisp and white. It was a bed built for adventures, the kind of adventures he'd pictured with Kate.

He pulled the condom from his pocket, clutching it in his hand as he joined Kate in the room. He kicked the door shut behind him before throwing the little foil packet onto the bed just to make sure she knew exactly what he was going to be doing with her.

He grabbed her waist, pulling the curve of her ass against his crotch. The slight pressure of her body against his tightness made his breath hitch. Part of him couldn't believe this was actually happening. The other part of him couldn't wait to see what was underneath that dress.

He swept her long hair over one shoulder, letting his fingers brush against her skin before kissing her. She let out a low moan as his lips marked every inch of her skin, flicking down one of her spaghetti straps to kiss underneath as his other hand slid up her waist and to her breast for one last squeeze over the top of her dress. His fingers found the zipper that ran an eye catching path all along the back of her spine. He'd stared at the zip of this dress more than once this evening in the hopes that he would get to pull it along, opening it up to see what it revealed. Her bra was strapless, it had black lace over nude satin and as he worked his hand down the zip he found panties to match.

Jesus, seeing Kate half dressed with the smallest glimpse of her underwear was probably enough to keep his dirty fantasies going for a year. What came next would probably keep him going for the next ten.

Daryl hooked his fingers into the tiny straps of her dress and slowly eased them off her shoulders and along her arms until the fabric fell to the floor. Daryl swallowed down hard, his throat was dry as he took in all of her soft smooth curves. He ran the tip of his finger down her spine and Kate looked over her shoulder, her big brown eyes wide with nerves.

Daryl felt the smile twitch at his lips, she was all his now. He'd caught her and now he was going to tear her apart. There was something magical in this moment, the brink before the drop. The first touches and first glimpses before he had it all.

He cleared his throat, "turn around."

Kate's eyes went even wider, even more deer like as she bit that lip of hers before she did as he requested. He felt his breath shudder as he drank her in. Not quickly like a man dying of thirst but slowly like you would enjoy a great glass of bourbon. He explored her with his eyes from the way her breasts slowly heaved in the balcony bra to the way her waist rounded into hips and then into thighs all the way down to the tips of her toes.

Daryl was greedy, he wanted even more. He reached forward to unhook her bra but Kate stopped him. Her hands pushing light pressure on his forearms before stroking up to his neck, pulling him down to kiss her. Nimble fingers dropped to the buttons that she had already worked free once before. This time the feeling of her opening his shirt was not marred by any worries of what was on his back, it was only electrified. Every button and every stroke of her fingers on his skin, sending a little jolt along his body to where the pressure in his pants throbbed.

Kate pushed off his shirt and her hands landed on his back bringing him closer to kiss her more deeply as she stroked her fingers down to the waistband of his jeans. She pulled at the belt, gentle tugs that made his breath catch and his kisses falter until she abandoned his mouth to kiss and suck at his neck. If kissing her had felt that good, he didn't exactly know how to describe how it felt to just stand there and feel her mouth on his body, her nose nuzzling into the hairs on his chest before lacing him with even more hot kisses followed by hard raw bites.

Kate pushed his jeans down, he kicked them off the end of his feet as he picked her up, his hand grasping at her ass, her thighs wrapping around his waist. He only wished that their underwear was already gone so he could ease her onto his length and fuck her against the wall. Instead he carried her around the bed where he threw her down to the sexy sound of a girlish gasp as she bounced before sitting up on her elbows. Her big brown eyes filled with something that definitely wasn't nerves.

Jesus, he hardly knew where to start so he decided he might as well start at the bottom. He picked up her foot to inspect the little bandage that covered her tattoo, the little mark that he had made on her. He scattered delicate little kisses around the outside until he was kissing the inside of her ankle, his tongue running along her leg and up one thigh before he planted one light kiss over her panties. The little gasps that Kate was making as he teased her were making him more and more desperate but instead of giving in to tearing off her remaining clothes he kissed her other leg in the same way, then her stomach, then all the way until he reached her breasts.

Daryl couldn't wait any longer, he needed to see what was underneath this bra. One hand edged under her body. Kate arched her back to help him release the little clasp and her bra began to fall away. He helped it along pulling it off and throwing it across the room before his mouth landed excitedly on one rosy pink nipple, his tongue circling around it before giving it a gentle suck that made her groan. He did the same to the other side before he really admired them, soft and round, a perfect handful. Kate wrapped her legs around his waist again and he bucked against her as his mouth kissed from her breasts, to her neck, to her lips. Slow, lustfilled kisses, his tongue filling her mouth, his teeth nipping at her lips as his hands felt along her body, enjoying every dip and rise.

Then he stopped. He brushed his hand along her hair, tucking the wisps behind her ear as he looked at her. He wanted to watch her face as his fingers swept down her body, tucking into the elastic of her panties and finding the hot wet warmth between her legs. Her breathing was uneven, the hint of flush creeping along her cheeks and down her neck as his fingers rubbed, slowly teasing her, then dipping inside, one finger at first and then two. Daryl groaned and his balls tightened as he discovered how unyielding and enticing Kate's walls were. All he could think about was how amazing it would feel when her walls were squeezing around something bigger than his fingers.

Her breaths soon became ragged. He thought about all the times he had watched this woman and wanted her, now here she was, falling apart at his fingertips. He stopped. He pulled his hand from her panties and enjoyed the frown that rested on her pretty face. He wanted to torture her a little, just like she had tortured him every time she walked around in those tight little dresses with her pert ass. He wanted Kate to feel the slightest hint of the desperation he had for her.

He rolled her nipple between his fingers before claiming her mouth again then her hands were exploring him and not in the way they had been doing previously. Now she was reaching into his boxers, her soft hands stroking until her fingers wrapped around his hardness, pulling it free. He sucked in a sharp breath and felt his body clench wanting to hold the moment. The rhythm she found was enough to make him forget about anything but the way it was feeling as he fell back onto the mattress, delirious with the faint idea that he couldn't let it be over too quick.

"Stop," he begged, too weak to move as her hand brought him to the brink.

Kate let out a light laugh at his desperation and he growled pinning her down to the bed, her arms above her head before kissing her. The was no way in hell he was going to finish before he had what he really wanted. His fingers hooked into her panties, sliding them along her thighs before his fingers teased her again. Her head sank into the pillow, her hands balling into the fabric as hungry little moans escaped her mouth before he could stand the wait no more.

Daryl kicked off his boxers under Kate's heavy lidded gaze. He liked the way she was looking at him as he ran his hand along his shaft before he reached for the condom. She sat up, taking the packet with a playful smile as she ripped it open, flicking the wrapper to the floor. She picked up the end of the rubber, delicately placing it on the tip of his length before she slowly slid it all the way down to the base in her own ladylike way.

God he wanted to do this with nothing but bare skin so bad it almost hurt to put a barrier between them. He pushed her back down with the rough force that made her squeal. Then he pulled her legs apart to position himself between her, the tip of his penis hovering, waiting, desperate. He stole one more kiss of her nipples before easing inside of her, slowly letting her adjust to his size. It was like nothing else, the weeks of want were suddenly realised and he actually grunted a noise that he didn't know he could make as Kate's legs wrapped around him pulling him closer, her hips angling to take him deeper.

"Jesus Daryl," she whimpered. Kate shuffled her hips and a gave him a coy smile, "it's so big."

As if he wasn't enjoying this enough already, he grinned and nuzzled his face into her neck. Kate was the most beautiful woman he had ever been intimate with and the only one he had ever felt something for and none of those things were lost on him right now as he moved inside of her. Enjoying every touch of her skin, every groan, the smell of her perfume, the softness of her hair, the taste of her champagne on her lips.

Daryl had to stop, he kissed her neck while he tried to hold off his racing body that wanted a false start when he needed the full race. He needed to think of anything that wasn't how good this felt but he could think of nothing else and he couldn't wait for long before he continued, pumping into her slow, grinding his pelvis against hers as her hands caressed his back until she was grasping his ass and guiding his rhythm to exactly what she wanted.

Kate's groans became louder, her movements faster. He took his cue, one hand resting on the headboard as he went harder pushing her off the edge. The feeling of her legs wrapping so tight around him that she might have cut him in two was enough to tell him he could let go of what he had been trying so desperately to hold in. His orgasm spurted out of him hard, and he felt his body turn to jelly, collapsing into her as he squeezed out every last drop of the toe curling feeling.

He didn't know how long he lay on top of her as they both caught their runaway breaths but when he pulled out and rolled onto his back he caught the small, satisfied smile on her lips which was mirrored by his own.

He carefully pulled the condom off, inspecting the end and like he had suspected he had never seen so much damn cum in his life. For a moment he almost rolled over to show Kate but thankfully thought better of it with a small chuckle under his breath as he tied the end and dropped it to the floor.

Daryl lay on his back and pulled her into his arms, her head nestling against him and one of her hands weaving with his as he held it over his chest, gently stroking his thumb along hers. Unlike other times when he climaxed he wasn't thinking about how to get away. Right now he was thinking about how nice it was going to be to spend the night with her body pressed against his. Even if their tangle of limbs was hot and sticky, he liked being glued to Kate. Then he wondered if she'd want to go again.