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Chapter Thirty-One

(Daryl's POV)

"Daryl!"

He's awake instantly, hand jerking forward to find his crossbow, except he can't find it…and someone mumbles something against his bare chest; fingers tighten around his arm.

His heart is in his throat, brain kicked straight into 'danger mode' his fingers finally wrap around the stock of his bow at the same time that her fingers wrap around his wrist. He freezes, breathing fast when he hears her voice.

"It's just Glenn." How she can tell chin snuggled up against his bare chest like that…

He glances up to see Glenn grinning like an idiot from a few feet away. Tries to ignore the heat in his face when Glenn cocks his eyebrow at their clothing scattered across the dirt. At least her back is still covered by his shirt.

"There a problem?" He barks out, swears he feels her smile against his skin.

Glenn ignores his outburst, shoves his hands in his pockets, rocking on his feet like a freaking kid on Christmas morning.

"So… We were going to head out soon," Glenn shoots him a look, "just wanted to see if you guys were coming?"

Daryl glares at him. He's going to stomp his ass in about two seconds.

"Right, I'll uh, wait for you back at the house." Glenn seems to get the picture, spins and quickly moves away not looking back.

"Time to move?" Even as she says it, she snuggles deeper against him, sighing. Rubbing parts of his anatomy he didn't notice at first but now has all his attention. He grunts in response, still watching Glenn move away.

"Shouldn't be out here like this, not safe." He scans the trees around them, shouldn't have let himself fall asleep last night before taking her back to the house with him.

He jumps when he feels her lips against his skin. "Hell you doing?"

She presses her lips to his neck again, "I'm safe with you."

Shit. He won't think about the way his gut tightens when she says that.

His hands slide over the cotton flannel at her sides, fingertips trace the dip just inside each hipbone while she breathes against his neck, pulls one leg up over his hip and wiggles, pressing him against her opening.

"Seraphim."

She hums against his ear in response, rolls her hips, tilts against him and he can feel the heat coming off her, calling to him. He groans, twists to press her back, hand gripping her knee hiking her leg up over his back.

She gasps, jerking in his grasp and he halts instantly. He stares down at her, eyes as wide- as startled as hers.

Shit he grabbed her, flipped her and didn't even think about it…

"I'm sorry…" He tries to pull back but she tightens her leg around his back. Takes in a slow deep breath, she shakes her head. He watches her tongue flicks out to wet those distracting lips.

"It's okay,"

"It's not." His eyes drift to the marks on her skin, visible through the wide opening around her neck, in the pale light filtering through the trees around them. Bruises, bite marks, show where one side of his shirt has slipped completely off one shoulder, then there's the shallow slices from Kyle's knife across her forearms to remember as she runs her fingers up his arms.

She watches him, face calm again. "You're right, it's not okay. But it will be."

He stares down at her.

"I want you," it's barely a whisper, makes his insides tighten into a mess of knots.

"Unless, you don't want me back…" She doesn't drop his gaze, but she lets her leg slide off his hips, lays still beneath him.

He shouldn't, It's not right…his breath tears out of him in a nervous rush.

He can still feel her center against him, his body pulses and tingles with raw need to fill her. He needs to drive himself forward into her heat and make it his own. The desire to do just that claws at him, rips the argument he's trying to make from his grasp.

She wants him…he doesn't understand how, but it's there…

Her name is all he manages to get out before he moves.

He presses into her, feels her arch under him. Her arms wrapping around his waist, leg sliding up over one of his thighs dragging him deeper. He buries his nose against her hair, breathing her in. Tries to memorize the feel of his chest sliding over hers with each agonizingly slow exaggerated thrust. He presses forward with careful grip on his control, eyes slipping shut when the fire starts to burn through his nerves. Each slow thrust has her arching her breasts against his chest, gasping his name as he buries himself all the way inside her. Feeling every inch of impossibly tight silk heat pressing around him. She gasps against his chest, a barely audible whisper of his name pressed to his skin.

He halts, feels her flutter and flex around him, muscles tightening in his back and arms when she rocks her hips against his. Feels her jerk underneath him when he draws back, fingers pressing into his skin, pulling him back to her again.

He blocks everything but the feel of her heat surrounding him the soft sigh of her lips against his collar; her fingers wrapped around his neck holding his mouth against her skin.

He drives into her losing his grip, too fast…to hard…but she's not stopping him; just the opposite.

She practically mewls, shudders and bucks up against him, her muscles seizing around him in a release that takes them both by surprise.

He drives himself down into her with a few last staggering thrusts into her velvet heat;

rides out each trembling, shuddering wave that rolls through her 'til his own orgasm catches up with him.

He lets it explodes up his spine, sending his mind spinning out of control, his nerves coursing with pleasure that steals his focus, narrowing his whole existence 'til it's only her heat pulling him in and her fingers tracing up his spine.

It takes his breath away; feeling her molten heat lock around him with the last flutters of her release. Leaves him desperate to drag air back into his lungs, struggling to regain control of his wayward limbs.

He presses his mouth to her neck with a soft curse and a growl of her name followed by another word barely audible against her skin.

One word that makes her tremble, burying her nose against his neck nodding into his skin as her fingers wrap tighter around his arm and he's instantly grateful for her reaction; feels the tightness in his chest release…

Even though he didn't mean think it,

Let alone say it out loud…it's there now.

She lays still beneath him, breath warm against his skin. "We should go."

Glenn or Tyreese could come back at any moment.

"You alright?"

She nods, gracing him with a soft smile. "Yes, let's go find your knife."

:: walking dead ::