This chapter went a little off the hook, sorry not sorry.
The next day was Friday, and by now Merle and Daryl were in a routine of stopping for coffee and donuts for Allie and Maggie. They appreciated it so much, and Merle wanted to give back something for what these girls did for his brother.
It was a beautiful day, and it felt like maybe spring would be coming early this year.
As he drove Merle looked over at Daryl, he smelled like some cologne that Andrea said this actor she loved wore, but to Merle, it smelled like dirt.
Andrea had assured Merle that it smelled like a warm fire on a cold day and let him know that he could borrow it from Daryl and she wouldn't object. Merle thought they were both nuts.
"Chemo should be interesting today seeing as you just banged her yesterday," Merle said looking over at his brother who was staring out the car window deep in thought.
"Stop," Daryl replied.
"Brother, you fuckin shaved this morning, don't even tell me you don't have the heart eyes now." Merle laughed, "Tell me where her tattoos are. Come on? She has a tramp stamp, doesn't she?"
"She does not." Daryl hissed.
"Jeez, I was kidding, I saw her lower back when she bent over one time, I know she doesn't," Merle replied, "Awfully sensitive today aren't you?"
Daryl just shook his head; he was aware that Merle was full of shit, he never looked at another woman once he and Andrea got back together this last time. There was no way that he was checking out Allie's ass.
"Remember to act right, OK?" He said, "No teasing her or any shit, her job is on the line, you understand that?"
"I do," Merle replied, "Don't you worry about a thing, I got this."
"Yeah that's what I'm afraid of," Daryl groaned.
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He watched her intently as Allie was talking to another patient across the room. He was an older man, and Daryl remembered what she had said about treating every old man like he was her beloved father who was gone too soon. The man who was responsible for her eclectic music taste and took her to see Aerosmith when she was just three years old.
She missed her father Daryl knew; he had been the only member of her family that really cared about her.
This time when she touched his hand or arm to start the IV drip, it sent an electric current through him. They stared at each other for so long after she started the IV that even Merle was unable to read his book through it.
He did see Maggie, across the room looking their way and he just smiled at her, Maggie was ok as far as he was concerned, and she smiled back at him.
Merle looked up from his book and just watched them as they talked quietly together until Allie left to get Daryl some juice.
"You got some drool there on your lip brother," Merle laughed as she walked away, "Gonna be a long five weeks', man."
"Shut up," Daryl said with a huff and scooted down in the chair to get comfortable.
"You already need a visit to Allie's love shack, ya cranky fuck."
The longing Daryl and Allie experienced was not the proper word to describe the way they both felt now. It would just be a few more weeks, but at the time it seemed like an eternity. Seeing each other every Friday and talking on the phone sometimes just made it worse.
They spoke every night on the phone and texted a bit during the days when she was on her breaks. They saw each other once a week on Friday where they couldn't let on that they were truly deeply madly in love.
There was an end to it, but still so far off.
"Tell me what you're wearing." Daryl crooned into the phone on a Saturday night a few weeks after New Years.
"Are you serious?" Allie laughed.
"As a heart attack, send me a picture of your tits."
Allie laughed, but she did what he asked.
His phone buzzed a few minutes later, and there was the picture he asked for, God he loved this woman.
"You like?" She asked when he was back on the phone.
"Hell yeah," He said, "Lay down in bed."
He could hear her giggle on the other side of the phone.
"Are you suggesting something dirty Mr. Dixon?"
"I am, don't put your shirt back on." He said, "And you're gonna do what I say."
He heard her suck in a breath and smiled into the phone. Allie had mentioned in passing that she had so much responsibility at work that she liked when a man took charge of things, like getting her car fixed and taking control in the bedroom.
"Put your phone on speaker, and I'm gonna too, you'll want to be hands-free."
"Wait, wait who's home there?" She asked.
"Nobody, they went to dinner, I swear," He said as he switched the phone onto speaker and pulled his shirt over his head.
"Then why don't we Skype?" Allison said, and once again he was blown away by her, "Unless you don't want to…"
"Right, like that would ever happen, boot up your laptop and aim it at your bed," He said, "And I'll be right on."
It had been two weeks, and neither of them had thought of using Skype so they could see each other, it was like Christmas day.
"Hi," He said, when she appeared on the screen, she had put her shirt on and was sitting Indian style with the computer in front of her, he sat the same way.
"It's so good to see your face," Allie said with a big smile on her face.
"You too," He said and then smiled when she blew him a kiss through the screen, he pretended to catch it.
"Three more weeks' sweetheart," He said.
"How are you feeling?"
"I just propositioned you over the phone, trust me I'm feeling fine," Daryl replied, and she laughed.
"Good, I'm glad," She replied.
"You feel weird doing this?" He asked.
"Nope," She said, pulling her shirt up just enough for him to see the underside of her breasts, the spot he liked to kiss.
"Where have you been all my life?" He said as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing. She laid back on the pillows and told him to do the same.
"I've been waiting for you," She replied.
They talked for a while about their day apart, about the weather getting warmer and taking that trip together.
Then Daryl stared into the camera and said words he knew she loved, "I want you."
"I want you too," She answered.
"Say you're mine, only mine." He said darkly.
"I'm yours, only yours and you're mine." She repeated back to him.
"Are you sure you aren't creeped out by this?" Daryl said, "Guys like to watch, it's a guy thing I guess."
"I got news for you," She laughed taking off her shirt and revealing that she was wearing pink lacy panties, "Some girls like to watch too."
"Fuck, Me," He exclaimed and ran his hand over the front of his jeans, "Spread those gorgeous legs of yours for me."
Allie complied, "Take them off," She said, "Fair is fair."
She watched as he unbuckled his pants and slid them off revealing his boxers and growing hard on.
"Oh, I want that," She said running her hand over her leg.
"Jesus, Allie, this ain't gonna last long at all if ya keep talking like that."
She grinned and then answered him, "You're in charge, that's what you want right?"
"I do," He said.
"You're my man," She cooed, "My lover."
Daryl took a deep breath; she was good at this, "Yes."
"Be the boss of me," She said in her best sexy voice and looking directly into the camera at him.
Daryl exhaled the breath he was holding and looked at her, "Touch your hair, the way I would if I was there."
Allie did as he said, never taking her eyes from the computer, she did like watching if she couldn't be the one there touching his dick this was next best thing. She felt her stomach somersault when he told her to bring her hand down over her breast and touch herself.
It wasn't that she'd never done that before, but knowing he was watching, and seeing him stroke his dick at the same time was getting her there faster than ever.
He watched her sliding her fingers over her nipple and closed his eyes for a second imagining it was his mouth there, and his dick twitched in response. Then he opened his eyes and watched her intently.
"Mmmm," He groaned, "That's good isn't it?"
"Yeah," Allie breathed out, it was good, so good that she squeezed her legs together trying to create friction, if he were with her she'd have wrapped her leg around him, but he wasn't.
"Nope," Daryl said, bringing his hand to the front of his boxers again, "I said open your legs and don't touch yourself till I say you can understand."
"Bossy," She murmured, but she did what he told her.
"You have no idea," He answered, "Now bring your hand down to your stomach, nice and slow."
Daryl watched her hand move slow as molasses over her stomach to the waistband of her panties. She was breathing heavier now, and as much as he wanted to drag it out as long as possible, it wasn't going to happen.
"Take em off," He panted, reaching the point of no return, it was time to step up his act, or he was going to lose it, "Tell me how wet you are."
"Soaked," He watched as she put her feet down on the mattress so he could see, the view was intoxicating to him, and finally he reached into his boxers and took hold of his dick.
"Show me," He said as their eyes locked on each other, then her eyes went down to his hand, and she stared as he stroked his dick.
Daryl watched her spread her legs more and he couldn't suppress the groan that came from his lips.
"Allie," He leaned closer to the screen, "Make yourself cum, tell me how good it feels."
"Mmmmmm," She moaned as he watched her intently, memorizing the way her fingers slid against her wet skin, all the while pumping his throbbing dick. She writhed on the bed before him, and he knew she was close, her breathing was ragged, and she mumbled words of how good she felt.
His breath was coming out in pants now, and it was all he could do not to let it all go, but the view was too spectacular, and he didn't want to miss one second of it.
Then she was screaming his name; Daryl watched as her body trembled from head to toe and her eyes shut briefly. His dick was about to explode, and he let go knowing she was watching him cum now. It seemed to last forever, but he kept his eyes on her, releasing a string of profanity that would make even him blush.
In his frenzy, he kicked the computer onto the floor, and he could hear Allie laughing as he picked it up and put it back on the bed.