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(updated 4/9/14)

Chapter Eleven

(Fin POV)

Heat curls through me. I moan, inhale sharply as someone's tongue circles my belly button. Dips lower and traces wordless patterns across my skin.

My back arches, pelvis thrust instinctively toward the welcome assault of teeth and tongue that have moved to grace my right hip. Long fingers and warm palms smooth up my thighs. I shake with anticipation. His mouth travels down one leg, hands sliding over my hips tilting me up to a hungry mouth.

His tongue traces me, wet heat engulfs me in delicious sensation. My shoulders buck off the bed fingers clutching reflexively in the sheets, fisting them into tight knots. I bite my lip to try to stop the groan from escaping as he ducks between my thighs. I tremble and buck unabashedly against his mouth.

Oh God, please more…I need more…

He parts me with his tongue, tastes me. Moans my name against my skin as I bury my fingers in his hair. I dig my heels into the mattress while his arm snakes around my lower back. The movement tilting me further so his mouth can devour my heat, all the while making noises in his throat like I'm the most delicious thing to ever grace his tongue.

Oh God…

I twist, shudder writhe under his mouth. He traces his fingers over me; parts me with one long digit while I quake with need, every nerve in my body pleading for more.

He circles me with nimble fingers, presses into my wetness as his tongue laps at my clit sending lightening sparks racing up my spine to burst behind my eyes. My nipples harden to tight peaks. The sensations coursing up and down my body so intense as he adds a second finger to his quest that it's almost painful. My breath hisses out and my hips buck.

I need more…

His finger scissor and curl against me as he withdraws them completely before plunging into me again. He closes his mouth over me and worships every inch of skin.

He bites down with just the right pressure against my clit as he drives his fingers in and out of my heat.

I twist, cry out in shock as heat blooms up my whole spine. I forget how to breathe as wave after wave of pleasure sear my nerves. While he continues branding his name into my body with his hungry mouth, growling my name; teeth scraping over sensitive skin.

When he releases me suddenly I moan in protest; but he's already moving to lean over me. He pulls my leg up, drapes my knee over his arm. He graces me with a brief wicked grin while he pins me beneath him.

And I can't wait any longer...I need more. I rock my pelvis up against him, insides still quivering from my release.

"Now, please, now." I reach between us, grasp him in one hand. My heart flutters at the heavy weight of him. My fingers can't even wrap around him completely. I groan, pump my hand down his considerable length while he bucks forward into my grip with a ragged breath.

"You should tell me to stop." He's posed over me. Rock hard shaft just barely parting the folds of my aching center.

I buck towards him in answer, pressing him inside, but not far enough... I twist, hips rising off the bed trying to drive him deeper, groaning in frustration. He jerks forward a scant inch in response, his head thrown back, fighting his own urge to slam into me.

"Tell me to stop." His voice is tight. Every muscle stands out in sharp relief in the dim light.

He's shaking; or maybe that's actually me.

He feels so good I can't think; can't breathe. I need him to do this. Need to feel him buried all the way to the hilt, thrusting inside me, spreading this wicked heat through my limbs with each surge of pleasure…

I can't stop him,

I don't want to…

I part my legs farther draw my other calf around his hips pulling him down into me. I burn everywhere he's touching me.

I gasp and dig my fingers into his forearms. He thrusts forward, shifts just barely, piercing me further.

I cry out shaking, he's killing me slowly.

I've never wanted someone like this in my entire life...

He's shaking with tension, withdraws and re-enters me in short stilted thrusts that take him barely past my folds.

I need this, need him deep inside me, need him to fix the burning ache consuming me.

"Please God, don't stop, I can't wait any longer," I can't think beyond this moment right here.

I'm nothing but raw nerves and empty heat; all pulsing, aching to be filled.

So close…he's torturing me on purpose...

I buck towards him on his next thrust, jerk him forward with my calf pressed against his hips taking him by surprise.

"Fuck, Fin! Shit." His hips pump forward driving into me. My body burns he's so big, it's so good, so full it's almost pain.

He rocks into me, sending sparks down my spine. I nearly convulse so many sensations are waging war inside me.

His breath brushes my ear, voice a growl. "Tell me to stop, Fin. Now."

He thrust again, hard and deep.

My eyes prick with tears.

Don't stop, please…

He drives into me again, drops his weight from his arms, releasing my leg so that I can slide it around his hips, pulling him closer. His chest slides over mine with each thrust, his palm cups my neck, lifts me so he can bury his head against my shoulder. He shakes beneath my hands as my fingers trail down his spine, grasp his ass. His voice is gruff, and tight against my ear.

"Listen to me."

I don't want to.

I can't…I gasp.

Dream Daryl needs to shut the hell up.

"Damnit girl."

His mouth caresses the side of my neck, breath tickles my skin, his mouth is hot, he presses open mouthed kisses down my spine... I shudder.

I'm so close….

"Please," I arch back into the sensation and his thrusts falter; he grips my upper arm with near bruising force.

"Fin. Wake up. You have to wake up and stop me before this happens."

Arms wrap around my waist from behind, cup my breast.

The throbbing emptiness pounds my senses, drowning out everything else.

I bring my hands up to grasp his forearms...

My breath sighs out with each press of his hot mouth. His hips jump forward to press his clothed erection against my back. I'm embarrassingly wet to be fully clothed still. I arch my neck to let him nip at my collar, he buries his nose in my hair breathing ragged and fast.

I'm not sure if it's my heartbeat or the rain roaring in my ears.

I try to say his name but it's lost in a moan when his teeth slide over my skin.

I feel him grind against me his breath comes out in a harsh grunt of pleasure. I grab for his hands try to still them so I can think, breath, remember if this is real...

He laces his fingers through mine, uses that to pull me farther back against him, rocking his pelvis into me again.

I'm struggling to remember why this is a bad idea when every atom in my body is screaming at me to jump his bones.

Too bad dream Daryl was always around to remind me why that was a terrible idea in real life.

I twist, pulling away from him; try to sit up.

"Daryl!"

He stills; his breathing is harsh and fast…"What…?"

"I think you were having a nightmare." My breathing matches his.

I struggle to slow it down. My body racked by full body shudders. I'll pretend it's from the cold air now hitting my flushed skin where the blanket has fallen away from me. Try to ignore the way my nipples tighten as a shiver.

"A nightmare?" He sounds dazed.

"Yeah, I think so. Are you okay?"

If he can exist in denial then by God, so can I.

I can't sit here and think about the fact that we both had simultaneous sex dreams about each other.

Yeah, that's something we're never, Ever going to bring up.

Ever.

There's no sound but the rain pounding on the roof. I start to count my racing heartbeats.

22….23…24…

"Shit, did I hurt you?" His voice is tight again.

I shake my head, realize he can't see it in the dark.

"No, It was just a dream; doesn't mean anything."

I lay back down he lets out a heavy breath, he seems to realize I'm excusing him, that I'm not going to say anything. I feel him start to relax just a bit. His breathing is still an unsteady mess.

I pull the covers back over my body, reach for him in the dark.

He tenses instantly under my hand doesn't move as I curl against his side, he's barely breathing again.

"Fin." His voice sends sparks shooting to unmentionable places.

"It's cold, please let's just forget it."

I rest my head on my arm, can't get comfortable like that, shift around a bit.

"The Hell you doing?!"

"Trying to get comfortable."

Trying not to think about exactly how warm I could make it under this blanket…

I shift again.

He grabs me, grumbling something under his breath, moves me till my head is on his chest with his arm draped around my back.

I barely breathe for a full minute,

better…but still not perfect.

I shift once more sliding one leg over his.

His arm locks around my side, fingers digging into my skin, voice a rough growl in my ear.

"Quit Moving."

His head falls back with a soft thump. "Fuck."

He takes three slow inhales, while I hold my breath.

"I said I wouldn't hurt you, but you better quit wiggling your damn ass around and hold still."

I focus on just my breathing for a few minutes.

Maybe I shouldn't have stopped him earlier. I'm so wet and hot I don't think I could sleep in a million years. Where would we be right now if I hadn't stopped him? I have a pretty good idea.

"Daryl..."

"Fuck, Fin What?!"

"It's okay, you know that? I'm not upset."

He scrubs a hand over his face. "Go to sleep,"

I sigh and try once it's obvious he's done talking to me.

:: walking dead ::

With morning a heavy fog rolls in, the air is damp and cold on my skin, sucking the heat out of my cheeks.

I duck my head beneath the covers. I can hear the river from here. It finally stopped raining sometime before sunrise, but all that rain and run-off have surely raised the creek's water level to the white frothy rapids I'm hearing now.

At least I'm still warm under the blanket. My head still rests on Daryl's chest. Both his arms now wrapped around my back. I'm sleeping half on him with one leg thrown over his thigh, trapped between his legs.

I've been holding onto his fleece in my sleep. I should move, before he wakes up and this becomes any more weird than it already is between us.

This….this…whatever it is...

I let go of his shirt, pull my leg back and move to roll away from him, startled when he speaks the second I turn. Shocked when he follows me, wrapping his arm back around my waist spooning me.

"It's gonna be a fucking nightmare out there."

I can't create an intelligent response to that-my brain is too busy having a complete melt down.

"Fuck it, let's just stay here till Spring. It's too damn cold to be stomping through the woods."

He shifts against me. I swear I just felt his mouth press to the dip where my neck meets shoulder.

A hard shiver runs down my spine, wreaking havoc on my senses.

I clear my throat.

"Glenn might be out there, we promised Maggie we'd find him. And the other kids, they could be out there too."

As warm and inviting as this might feel right now, when he woke up the rest of the way and went back to 'normal Daryl mode' which basically involves lots of grunted responses and staring at me, this would be pretty awkward. And the longer I lie here awake and pressed against him the more my brain spins over last night...and...oh boy.

"Fine, let's get this over with."

Next chapter we get to meet the Bad guys! :)