Disclaimer: Daryl is not mine. Saddness! :(

Chapter Thirty-Four

(Fin's POV)

My mouth nearly drops open when he walks out of the bathroom. The black jeans he must have salvaged from the dresser are big enough that they've slid down his hips, barely staying up giving me a fantastic view of almost every muscle in his abdomen.

"Thought you were asleep." His voice is low, quiet.

"I was," I watch him walk to the end of the bed, eyes roaming over my borrowed shirt.

"You want more to eat?"

I shake my head. I ate in the woods too. A lot of the same berries I picked to bring back to the others. I set the plate on the night stand, lean forward up onto my knees, he swallows when the blankets fall off my lap leaving my legs bare. He breathes faster when I walk on my knees to the end of the mattress, this close I can watch his eyes shift to a deeper blue.

His hands slide up to encircle my waist; I lean into him press my lips to his, they're cool under my touch, but they warm up quickly.

I pull back after a while. Scoot closer to the end of the bed to press my chest against his cool skin. I wind my arms around his shoulders holding him close; shiver when his thumbs slide over my hipbones drawing the shirt higher against my ribs.

He tilts his head the short distance between us; thanks to the height of the mattress we nearly match. He lets his tongue slide over my bottom lip. I open my mouth to him, one of his hands cups the back of my head, loops his fingers through the loose strands spilling over his hands.

I moan feeling him twist his fingers through my hair, giving him leverage to tilt my chin; his tongue slipping over mine.

My fingers slide down his chest, 'til I'm fumbling with the button on his borrowed jeans, though I honestly might be able to tug them off even without bothering with it.

Daryl stills against me, breath warm against my lips, "That's not why I came in here."

"Is something wrong?" I search his face, I'd have thought he'd have told me right away if it was…

I didn't hear anything earlier…he looks calm though...just his thumb on one hand still sliding lazy circles against my skin now where the shirt has bunched above my hips. His fingers slip through my hair.

"Just think you should rest,"

I look up at him. His eyes have gone to that dark stormy blue grey… my pulse races, my insides tighten and God, the last thing I want to do is rest with him looking at me like that. I watch him swallow his eyes darting down to my waist.

I pull his lips down to mine, it doesn't take much effort. He practically falls into me, his fingers slide up over the thin material of my tee pushing it higher on my ribs, letting his palm smooth over more skin.

"But, I'm not tired yet."

He groans, mumbles something back against my mouth I lean away for a second for him to repeat it. His hand slides through my hair, smooth's it back from my face. "You sure you wanna do this here?"

Where wouldn't I want to do this…?

I bite my lip, grin up at him my hands popping open the top button on his jeans in answer.

"Think you can be quiet?" This place has pretty thin walls. He draws a tight breath.

"Shit me?" He leans into me, mouth pressed to my ear sending a shiver all the way to my toes. "Can you?" His tongue traces around my ear, teeth nipping at the soft skin there making me gasp.

I do love a challenge.

I tug the material at his hips, popping the other buttons loose, push the jeans down over his hips carefully. We both inhale sharply when he's pressed against my stomach. I wrap my arms tighter around him, his hands slide to my back when he pulls me closer I wrap my legs around his waist, drape myself around him.

His fingers dig into my skin his teeth nip at my bottom lip, I moan his name, slide my fingers through his wet hair, cold strands against my fingers chilling my skin, the rest of him is warming up nicely though.

He turns and sits on the mattress, so I'm on his lap. His hands grasping the hem of my thin excuse of a shirt, pulling it over my head without any hesitation…his mouth drops to my neck, slides to my shoulder. His hands press against my back, keeping me skin to skin with him while he breathes me in, fingers tugging my head back with my hair so he can explore my neck better, I'd lean away from him…give him more room to work if he didn't have me trapped against him with his other arm.

I hum in approval, run my hands up his arms. I want him to touch more, want to touch all of him…

I wrap my arms around his shoulders twist onto my back taking him with me onto the bed; his arm comes up bracing his weight above my chest for a moment. Before moving to my knees, still wrapped around his waist.

He pulls them away, presses my heels flat to the mattress, the look he gives me for just a the briefest of moments before dropping his mouth to my breast sends sparks dancing down my spine, a flood of heat to my already slick folds.

My back arches off the bed when his hot mouth closes over me. His now warm palm covering my other breast, thumb and forefinger moving over me hesitantly at first, slowly; the movements get bolder as my gasps turn into soft moans of his name. My fingers are buried in his hair, directing him from one side; to the other shaking under him when he dips lower, tongue circling my belly button making me jump.

Jesus, my hips roll unconsciously toward him when his teeth and lips and tongue slide lower, press the softest of caresses against first one hipbone, then the other, his tongue sliding between the two making me shudder and buck towards him.

He pauses, cheek pressed to my thigh breath tickling my skin.

I swallow; shivering and blinking up at the ceiling nerves fluttering in my stomach at where this is going. "You don't have to…"

His face presses tighter against my leg when I speak. I gasp feeling his teeth for a moment just before his lips press to the same space soothing the small sting…

"I've never…done this before…" His voice is a harsh whisper, low and tight it tickles against sensitive skin.

I shiver, every nerve I own already tingling. "Me either…" my stomach flips under my ribs when his mouth moves down my thigh…inching closer… making me curse, my hips jerk.

I can feel myself blushing; I know he's looking at me even before I drop my gaze. He hides his face against my skin again for a moment; I swear I can feel the matching heat from his flushed cheeks against my skin before he dips his head presses his mouth to me and my hips buck and I'm staring up at the ceiling….or I would be if I didn't have my eyes squeezed shut trying to keep it together…

Shit, shit shit…holy….fuck.

Never?

Oh God.

His tongue moves against me, fingers pressing to my skin, holding my hips against his mouth, tightening with a maddening grip that makes me twitch and gasp his name each time I buck under his mouth.

"Yes?"

I'm nodding furiously in answer, eyes still clenched shut impossible to keep them open... I can't look down and see him like that and keep myself under control. My hands twist in the sheets under my hips, cursing again when he seals his mouth over me tongue circling me and…Oh God…oh…

His hands lock around my hips, keeping me pinned to the mattress while I buck against his mouth, shuddering and gasping his name.

He doesn't pause to let me recover; mouth moves up my abdomen instead. His tongue darting into my navel once more making me jump, shake with soft nervous laughter. He moves up my body, 'til I can wrap my hand around the back of his neck pull him down to me again. Sigh against his mouth when his arm creeps under my back lifting me up to his kiss.

He twists, rolling us until I'm over him, he groans against my lips when I press my hips back into him. I sit up, wrap my hand around him watch his eyes slip shut, head tilt back.

His back arches off the mattress when I slide my heat across his head, part my folds and rock back against him. I have to stop for a moment, collect myself muscles stretching and clenching in delicious spasms that tingle my fingertips make the room spin.

His fingers on my hips are strong enough to bruise, his breaths harsh and uneven. He tilts his head forward, dips his chin to watch his hand slide up my thigh, palm pressed to the smooth skin between my hipbones, his hips jerking up off the bed as his hand presses me back onto him, 'til he's there, so deep he can feel himself pressed inside me his stomach muscles quiver, hips thrust up off the bed rocking me so far forward I have to press my hands to his shoulders to keep my balance.

The quick movement sends pleasure rocketing up my spine, dancing along my nerves. My head tips back 'til all I can see is the ceiling overhead. I squeeze my eyes shut and focus on the feel of him sliding inside me. Every sharp twist of his hips, jerking up to fill me sends tiny stars and sparks dancing behind my eyes. His fingers press into my waist, pulling me down tighter, faster with each thrust, I rock my hips back-press into him and it's not enough; not nearly close enough.

I brace myself against his chest, roll my hips against him bite my lip when the friction makes him groan my name; bucking his hips under mine.

I shiver, heat sliding down my spine with the next wave and he jerks up off the mattress, pushes me back till I'm sitting straddled over him. His hands frame my face, push my loose hair back behind my neck so his lips can press to my skin, trail up my neck, nip at my shoulder. His hand wraps around my back, pressed flat to my shoulder blade holding me to his chest, face inches from mine while he twists, rolls his hips and flips to our previous position.

Careful hands gently pull my hair up so I'm not laying on it, cup the back of my neck for a moment, slide over my collar before sliding under me holding me against the next roll of his hips.

I voice my approval, tilt my hips up to him gasp when he thrusts forward suddenly bringing my brain to a shrieking halt.

Holy.

Crap.

It must show on my face; or maybe I spoke out loud I don't know don't care because he's doing it again

…and holy fuck.

God just like that.

I open my eyes and he's right there, deep fathomless blue eyes watching me bite my lip, groan his name…beg him to do that again, faster this time, harder 'til I can't catch my breath…can't separate one tilt of his hips from the next because it's just endless spiraling swirling…oh god.

I roll my hips up to match him, wrap my legs higher around his waist tightening my grip trying to pull him impossibly deeper, tighter with each pump. I'm gasping his name, twisting and arching up to each slide of his hips. My hands encircling his wrists now pinned to the bed over my shoulders, brace myself against his arms, holding him over me while he closes his eyes tight and pants my name and my nails are probably marking his skin and Jesus I don't care because he's got to do that again; just like that…

My eyes shut tight against all but the sensation burning its way like a wildfire up my spine. It's lighting every nerve in its path on fire 'til the pleasure races along every limb till my toes curl and my fingers tingle and I bite my lip and turn my head into his wrist to muffle my cry and roll my hips one more time before it slams through me, knocking all the air out of my lungs. I'm powerless to do anything but buck, and writhe and curse and fist my hand through his hair jerking his mouth down to me. But he's the one nipping my lip and plundering my mouth and thrusting into me sending each fantastic fucking wave that sears through me deeper and deeper; spiraling higher, tighter till I go boneless beneath him hips trembling, arms shaking, pulse thundering so loud even he's got to hear it.

My fingers spasm around his wrist, push his arms out so he can't brace his weight; so he falls chest pressed against me, whole body; skin to skin. While I gasp, and sigh and tremble and nibble on that incredible fucking mouth that's still teasing my lips.

His head drops to my shoulder, lips pressed to my skin while he takes slow calming breaths, and it takes me a moment to find myself…focus enough to recognize the feel him still achingly hard and throbbing unfinished inside me while I flutter, and tremor around him….

He didn't…

I frown against his hair even more so when I roll my hips against his and he curses; obviously close…right at the edge. He seizes my waist and pins me down; holding me still.

"What's wrong?"

His hand moves up to frame one side of my face, pressing me close to his neck, his breath still tickling my ear with each ragged exhale. "I can't…"

He stops draws a deep shuddering breath against my neck voice barely audible when he continues. "We don't have any condoms…"

Oh.

I swear I can feel him blush even hidden as he is against my skin. I could almost laugh.

Why the hell he'd think of that now of all things?

I slide my hands down his forearm press my hand over his cupped against my cheek, twist my chin to press a kiss to the soft skin next to his thumb while he exhales against me again.

"Daryl," I turn my nose against his chin, his rough cheek tickles and scratches against my neck while I whisper "I think that ships kinda sailed…"

…Shit this is the fourth time?

A little late for that party trick…

He tenses, shakes his head against me with a rough jerk.

"Rick's wife died because she got pregnant. I shouldn't have taken the risk before, wasn't fuckin thinking…too dangerous to risk you like this…"

Oh. I pause for a moment, open my eyes to stare at him; even if he won't look at me, keeps his face hidden against my neck.

"I'm fine, I still have an implant in my arm from college…I don't have to worry about that for another year."

I was lucky I had it last year. The first time I'd ever needed to depend on it… it was one less thing to worry about after I was raped; trying to recover from that night was hard enough without anything else thrown on top…

I didn't even think about it with Daryl, honestly forgot to even consider that until he mentioned it…

He still doesn't move, I bite my lip, take a deep breath.

"Look the world doesn't work like that anymore, if something happens you're not obligated to stay."

And that was obviously the wrong answer.

He jerks back with a snarl, glares at me so hard I actually press back into the mattress heart pounding in my ears.

"I am Not My Father; or my Asshole brother…I don't run from my responsibilities."

I wait while he closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, relaxes back against me, his nose pressed to my ear again, fingers against my cheek.

"I always thought maybe I might have kids one day; be the man they couldn't be…but every time Rick holds Judith I can see it on his face…every time…he looks at his daughter and has to think about losing his wife…and fuck; they weren't even getting along when it happened…" His fingers tighten against my face, press my cheek tighter to his.

"That's not going to happen though, I'm safe right now…it's okay, we can worry about that later."

His fingers tremble against my cheek, his breath presses to my skin. I barely hear the words tumble out. "I can't lose you…not like that."

"I'm not going anywhere 'til you tell me to."

Cause that's a far more likely scenario than any other…history that repeats itself for me over and over; he'll learn what I am and leave me….if he doesn't put a bullet in my head first...

I shudder.

His hands tighten on me again."No, I'm an idiot…I'll say something stupid; or get it wrong, and you'll leave…"

I shake my head against his neck in denial until his whisper reaches my ears.

"Stay…"

I freeze, breath catching in my chest, twisting around the knots. I tighten my arms around his shoulders, press myself against him as tight as I can trembling.

"Please, just stay." It's so quiet against my skin, just like before; like a prayer...like he never meant to say it out loud...I'm nodding into his neck again just like the other night, clinging to him like he can stop me from drowning; keep this from falling apart somehow.

"I promise…just please; I need you…" He shudders with my words arms tightening around me.

I slide my fingers through his hair, turn my head to find his ear, flick my tongue out to trace its edge, feel him shudder. I press my lips to his neck whisper into his ear; beg him to make me forget everything but him. I arch my back, jerk my hips against his and pull his earlobe between my teeth. I feel him react instantly…it rolls through him hard.

His hand under my head still twisted in my hair tightens, lifts me up so I'm almost curled around his shoulder, cradled to his chest. I slip my arms around his back fingernails tracing down his skin, trailing back up his spine while he bucks and shudders breathing harsh against the sheets where his forehead and arm are pressed to the mattress bracing his weight so he can roll his hips, each thrust nearly pushing me up the mattress except for his hand bracing me, holding me close. I arch and rock against him whisper in his ear.

"Fuck me harder, please…"

I have to bite my lip to keep quiet, stifle the scream that wants to bubble up out of my chest with each rush that's so god damn good…I roll my hips, drop my feet to the mattress and jerk my hips off the bed into his next thrust feel his whole body shudder, tremor pressed against mine while he curses, and growls my name punctuated with each harsh jab of his hips sending me spinning off into technicolor sparks of red, and black, and white hot pleasure rolling up my spine.

It seizes all thought, narrowing my vision 'til my eyes slip shut and I bury my face in his neck begging him not to stop, and then I come apart completely feel him jerk and buck following right behind me with a shout that wasn't quiet at all and I could give a god damn because holy fuck…

I can feel every pulsing throb of his cock still buried all the way to his base, deep inside me as he grunts my name and slams into me one last time…before shuddering to a stop, dropping against me boneless and shaking.

We just lay there gasping for air, my fingers trembling as I try to slide them soothingly over his back.

I give up and let them just drop boneless to the mattress beside us. Try to blink the wall back into focus for a few moments before I give that endeavor up too and just close my eyes and float for a while on little aftershocks of pleasure.

His lips pressing against my neck slowly bring me back, his breath tickling my ear and I turn my head, let my eyes slip shut again and just focus on my pounding pulse and my out of control breathing and his fingers sliding so gently over my temple, tracing down my face making my breath catch again, and my chest ache for completely different reasons.

"You okay?" He's whispering still.

I nod, can't form words right now, can barely grasp a coherent thought. Pleasure is still tingling along my limbs, curling in my center making me blush and gasp. Then he's sliding off of me. I don't open my eyes though, don't need to when I can feel him flopping down to the bed beside me, rolling onto his back.

I turn, curl against his shoulder, feel his arm wrap around my back, fingers framing my head for a moment, he lifts his head lips press to my forehead.

I lay still listening to his heart beat race under my ear, and his breath rush out until I fall asleep.

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