They stumbled into her apartment as she opened the door and pulled him by the hand. It was dark inside, but neither of them noticed. Allie closed the door, and they looked at each other for a moment, he released her hand and brought his fingers up to the side of her face, touching the hair that was spilling out of the bun she wore.
Daryl looked into her eyes and saw something he had never seen before, complete acceptance, and it was like a drug. Never one to take drugs or drink much, Daryl was high on this feeling she gave him.
There were no words spoken between them, and there didn't need to be. Daryl kissed her again, and their feet skittered across the floor as he backed Allison up towards the nearest hard surface, she leaned back against the wall and pulled him to her.
Allison didn't turn on the lights, but she hit the play button on the stereo next to her and Daryl smiled when he heard 'Safe and Sound' by Rebelution come on.
When we comedown, yeah, yeah, yeah, we'll be dreaming safe and sound, you better know why, oh baby that's all I got, oh baby that's all I got. Is this the kindasound you wannahear, is this the kindavibe you wannafeel. Well,I'm the type of guy you'll never fear.
"Rebelution, excellent song," He said with a smile against her lips as he imagined backing her towards the couch not too far away from them. He didn't, they remained in the foyer, pressed against each other and he was trying to let her take the lead, but he hoped this was going to end up with them horizontal on the couch, or better yet, in her bed.
Daryl's mind was filled with a million questions, and he was unbelievably aroused already just from a few kisses, which surprised him since he hadn't had these kinds of feelings in such a long time. He hadn't been this close to a woman he cared about in years.
"Didn't take you for a reggae girl." He said between kisses, mirroring her earlier question to him about Bruce Springsteen.
"There's a lot you don't know about me." She whispered as she raked her fingers through his hair.
"I wanna know everything." He breathed out against her lips. Merle weekly interrogations about her life had not gone unnoticed; they had just fueled his desire to find out more.
He felt alive again, for the first time since September and maybe before that. He could feel the blood pumping through his veins, and his heart beat behind his ears again as if it had stopped all those months ago.
Both of their jackets landed on the floor, followed by their gloves as their hands traveled over each other. Daryl ran his right hand over her hip, up her side and captured her hands over her head, as his lips made their way to her neck. Allie felt his teeth nipping at her collarbone, and she groaned softly, closing her eyes and then pulling him by the hips to get him as near as possible.
He pressed against her, trying to get closer as their lips met with more fire than either of them had felt before. He couldn't get close enough to her, and it was evident she felt the same when she wrapped her leg around him and pulled him to her.
This was all consuming and life altering, like so many things in both of their lives.
The song ended, and Daryl smiled against her lips as he heard the next song, "Love Train" by The O'Jays, but he didn't take his mouth away.
"You definitely have diverse music taste," He said not moving from her lips and kissed her again, he couldn't get enough after waiting for so long.
"This is my happy mix," Allie replied not taking her lips from his for a second, it would be too long. She wanted him, his lips, his hands, all of him and had for a long time. Right or wrong, she was in too deep already and didn't want to be rescued.
They were up against the door to her hall closet now, and every time they moved it creaked, as both of them shed the rest of their winter outerwear.
Allie pulled the scarf off that she was wearing and it landed on the floor next to their jackets, where Luna had laid down like there was nothing at all going on.
Daryl's scarf was next and landed on the ground next to where Luna had parked herself. Then they were right back on each other like they had been separated for years.
"Happy mix, huh? Sure is making me happy right now," He said, pressing his lips to hers and kissed her again. The closet door creaked again as he brought both his hands to her hips and pulled her closer. Allie's hands ran up his back and held on tight as his lips traveled over her throat, hot and wet.
People all over the world, join hands start a love train, love train. People all over the world, join hands starta love train, love train.
Slowly they made it along the wall until they were on the couch; his lips were like fire along the skin of her neck as he sucked softly and ran his hands over her back. Everywhere he touched her, with his hands and lips burned and soon Allie was on fire.
It had been so long since she had been touched this way by another person before. She missed it; she missed the closeness and affection and the feeling.
She moved closer to him, slid her hands over his shoulders like she had wanted to do forever and touched the skin under his collar, wishing his shirt wasn't in the way.
Another woman might have stopped right there, and collected herself, thought about what was happening, but she was not another woman, and she wanted what she wanted.
Daryl slipped his hands under the back of her sweater and made slow circles along her skin that left trails of goosebumps along their path. She shivered and ran her hands down his back.
Please don't miss this train at the station, because if you miss it, I feel sorry, sorry for you.
"Tell me everything." He sighed into her ear as she shrugged out of the cardigan sweater.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, a little voice was telling her that this wasn't exactly appropriate, but as she looked at this man, she silenced that voice quickly. It was rare for her to be attracted to anyone and before tonight she had not allowed herself the luxury before.
She couldn't stop this if she wanted to and she didn't, it had been coming for a long time and would not be denied any longer.
"Everything," He said again.
"I will; I will," Allie whispered like a prayer, pulling her hair out of the bun it was in and letting it flow over her shoulders. His eyes grew wide at the sight of her; he had never seen her hair down. He reached for it and dug his hands into it, it was as soft as he had imagined and she smelled so good.
"I want you to know me," She breathed out against his neck, and he pulled her onto his lap, "I want to know you."
She swung one leg over either side of his hips and Daryl moaned out loud at the feel of her against his throbbing dick. The material of her scrubs was so thin, and she felt so good against him. She moved her hips slightly, and already he was ready to explode.
"Is this ok?" Daryl asked her, not taking his hands from where they landed on her hips, his thumbs dancing over her skin farther up her back, he wanted to touch her everywhere.
"Yes, yes," She breathed out, and then Allie sat back and looked into his eyes; he was sure she could feel how hard he was. "Are you ok?"
"I've never been more ok in my life." He said gazing into her eyes, watching as she pulled her scrub shirt over her head revealing a black tank top and dropped the scrubs on the floor.
"Me either," She said.
Then her hands were on the buttons of his flannel shirt swiftly unbuttoning it, revealing a thermal shirt underneath which covered and protected the PICC line, she wouldn't take that shirt off, but she pulled the flannel shirt he wore over it off.
She smiled then, remembering that Daryl once said he always cut the sleeves off of all his shirts and hated long sleeves, which were a necessity now. How good that must look on a hot summer day, and she grinned to herself.
"I don't do this, bring men home, especially…" He cut her off with another kiss; he didn't want her to feel like she had to explain herself to him, she didn't, as far as he was concerned.
"Shhh, I know, I know you, you don't have to explain anything to me, and we don't have to do anything you don't want to do, ok?" He murmured, looking right into her eyes again. Then he watched her eyes slide down to the outline of the PICC through his shirt.
"We should take it slow…" Allie whispered.
Daryl nodded solemnly. "You're right, much as I like to think I'm 100%, I'm not."
"Ok, but," Allie stood up and held her hand out to him, "Come to my bed."