Chapter 16: Tell Me You Want Me?
Abby opened her eyes slowly. The dull, thudding ache in her head made her groan quietly as she rolled over in bed.
The other side was empty, she didn't know when he'd left but she felt disappointed when she realised he'd snuck out.
It took her a while before she eventually got out of bed and managed to shower and dress. Humiliation flooded through her every being as she remembered how weak she must have come across to him last night. Was that why he'd snuck out, was he disgusted by her weakness? Had he only stuck around as long as he had out of pity?
She tried not to dwell on her thoughts as she tidied the already clean room.
There was a gentle tap at the door and she was surprised to see Carl peeking round the door at her,
'Hey' he said quietly
' Hi' her voice was slightly hoarse but she gave him a weak smile,
' There's dinner if you want it…mom said you need some food' he came in and sat on the bed,
' I'm ok…I don't feel like eating' she said folding up the same blanket she'd already folded six times,
' You have to eat a little something…are you worried about the others?' she looked at him and nodded slowly,
' Do they hate me?' she whispered almost fearfully
' Of course not…everyone's just a little quiet to be honest, was kind of a shock'
' I don't know if I can handle quiet?' she said rubbing her face
' Well…tough!' she looked at him in surprise, he had the same tone of authority as his dad,
' Carl I -'
' No! You're a grown woman Abby you shouldn't need a kid to tell you that hiding in here wont help anything, you're not a bad person you were helping Carrie and anyone that cant see that is an idiot!' he eyed her with the same look she'd seen his dad give drunk patients at the hospital when he lectured them,
' Ok… I'll eat' he smiled and opened the door waiting for her.
It wasn't as bad as she thought. Everyone was normal, they asked her questions like had she always known about Carrie's situation? Why had she helped her hide it? Why hadn't she told anyone?
She was glad when Jenner changed the subject and started asking how they'd all met, though that was a sore subject for others.
He brought out a couple of bottles of wine and some whiskey and the mood lightened as they all began drinking.
Daryl had watched as Carl led Abby out of her room and couldn't help thinking about the night he'd spent with her sleeping in his arms.
Her breathing was soft and slow but he could occasionally feel it, warm and gentle against his neck and every now and then her hair would tickle his chin. He was glad he'd snuck the sedative from merle's stash into her drink, she never would have slept otherwise.
She fidgeted against him and her arm snaked across his chest moving slowly as if to tease him. He sighed and tried not to think about her touching him but when she slowed slid her leg over his so her body was pushing against him he couldn't help himself.
He could feel his dick hardening and he knew he had to move her.
He gently rolled her over onto her back and climbed out of the bed walking silently to the bathroom. He flicked the light on and pushed the door over before walking to the sink and splashing cold water on his face.
He poked his head round the door to check he hadn't woken her up and saw her lying on her back. He moved closer the light from the bathroom allowing her to see her better.
Abby had one arm above her head and the other was beside her, her legs were open and bent. Her exposed stomach moved gently up and down as the breathed but it was the sight that befell him as his eyes wandered up her body that made his breath come out in a shudder.
She shifted in her sleep and he arm dragged her vest top down as she moved exposing most of her large, soft breasts to him including her pale pink nipples which he could see hardening now that they were exposed.
He felt his dick harden and push against his jeans; he unbuttoned them and slid them down.
He shouldn't be looking at her like this, it wasn't right he thought, mentally scolding himself and his erection. He moved over to her and couldn't help himself; he let his fingers graze gently across her breast enjoying the soft skin. His fingers gently squeezed the firm nipple and he almost yelled when she moaned breathily in her sleep.
He pulled her top up and stood up, he could still see her pert nipples through the white vest so he pulled the blanket over her.
He walked into the bathroom and sat on the tiled surroundings of the sink. His dick was still hard and he could feel his blood throbbing through it.
He slid his pants down and began to run his hand up and down as he closed his eyes and thought about her.
He thought about her. They were in the woods, he was naked and she was underneath him, he was tearing a flimsy floral dress open to expose her naked body to him. She was smiling and biting her lip at him, she often bit her lip and he didn't know why but it did something for him.
He pulled the remnants of the dress off of her and she rubbed her breasts and moaned, his dick was hard and pushing against her as she widened her legs and spoke,
' Fuck me Daryl…I want you inside of me, fuck me!' her tone was almost desperate and filled with need, he thrust into her knowing she would be ready for him and began to pound in and out of her.
She met his movements' thrust for thrust and her breasts were bouncing with their vigorous movements,
' Harder Daryl, be rougher' she moaned as he let out a feral growl and began to slam into her, she smiled and groaned with pleasure beneath him grabbing fistfuls of the earth and leaves around her,
' Tell me you want me?' she moaned ash she forced him over and began to ride him,
' Ahh…fuck I want you!' he moaned as the familiar feeling began to hit him and he knew he was going to come,
' Do you want me Daryl?' she said rubbing her breasts as she moved,
' Yes!' he shouted as he sat up and took one of her nipples in his mouth, he sucked it roughly savouring the taste of her skin. She arched her back and leant back so his arms were the only things supporting her and Daryl pressed his face against her breasts,
' Oh fuck I'm coming! Make me come Daryl!' she said breathlessly and then –
Daryl moaned and felt the warm liquid on his hand; he stopped his movements and panted for breath. He was back in the brightly lit bathroom, no naked Abby, no fucking, just him and his hand.
He ran his hand under the tap and cleaned himself up before pulling his jeans on and turning off the bathroom light.
He looked at Abby's sleeping form once more before he crept out of the room.
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