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Notes: Yikes!
So I realize it has been a long time between updates!
We had a huge ice storm move through and lost all power;
Actually had a giant oak in our back yard fall that pulled all the
power/internet/phone lines off the house and did a bunch
of damage to our fences and yard...so it's been a giant
mess here...not to mention no power, internet, no Heat!
It's been about 4 days of 40 degrees in my house...and dark!
lol Not exactly good writing motivation, unless you want lots
and lots of angsty angry characters (I do think someone
requested more of that lol) so I'm a bit behind
where I wanted to get these characters by now; So here's
Chapters 46-48...I'm working on 49 right now and hoping to
start 50 tomorrow. We are staying at a friends house two
hours from home but are hoping to have power sometime
tomorrow night. Reviews/PM's are greatly appreciated!
Sorry for the wait and I hope you Enjoy it! :)
As always You guys rock! Keep it up! xD
Chapter Forty-Six
(Fin's POV)
I slowly drift up from the heavy blanket of sleep keeping me in the dark.
The sun is actually up when I open my eyes, it filters through the half closed curtains of the bedroom window. Daryl's warm breath tickles the back of my neck.
I must have twisted in my sleep; turned. I'm quite certain I remember falling asleep facing him; my face pressed against the soft skin of his neck; the warm cotton of his t-shirt against my cheek. But he's against my back now, spooned around my frame; one arm still draped loosely over my side, every deep breath he takes in sleep moves against my back, pressing his chest to mine.
My shoulder throbs; but it's not terrible considering I haven't had any medication in hours—course I haven't attempted to move yet either…that could be a whole different story.
He starts to wake when I shift under the covers; too many damn blankets between his chest and mine, I have to twist carefully with only one good arm—my right still tethered to my waist with that annoying cloth.
His eyes are still closed when I press my lips to his; but the sound he makes low in his chest the way his hand flexes—presses into my back pulling me flush to him chest to chest tells me he's clearly awake.
His other hand works its way under my body; wraps around my shoulders as I press soft quick kisses to his lips; then to the corners of his mouth, around his jaw which needs a shave. I hum against his skin mind still slightly foggy with pain killers and sleep; momentarily distracted with the rough scratch of his skin against mine.
His arm is wrapped around my shoulders now, the other still braced against my low back, he rolls onto his back pulls me up twisting so I'm laying half over his chest, keeping the pressure of my weight off my shoulder fabulously. My one good arm has come up instinctively to brace against his bicep help me keep my balance; though with both his arms holding me I don't really need it.
"Okay?" his lips barely leave mine for the word to escape.
I answer him with another kiss—this time using my new leverage to tilt his chin up with my free hand, angle my mouth over his, my tongue slipping past his teeth shifting over him keeping the upper hand at least for this moment in our embrace. He lets me lead him, keeps his mouth soft undermine, hands gentle on my back holding me up as carefully as possible.
I sigh in frustration when he slides his fingers through my hair, tugs gently at my braid breaking the kiss far too soon…my pulse was just starting to hum, my insides tingle and heat.
"Can't do this, not right now," His lips brush mine again as he says it, clearly wanting to continue…
"I want you though," I press my lips to his again, he shifts us brilliantly. Twists till I'm the one with my shoulders on the bed, his fingers tilting my chin up, curling around the nape of my neck while he dips into my mouth, tongue plundering mine; stealing my breath away.
I gasp in pain when I shift wrong trying to get closer to him. He stops instantly, pulling back at the sound.
"I want you too, but not like this…and not with Glenn n' Maggie's ears pressed to the damn door." He growls the last part over his shoulder; accent thicker with his agitation.
Oh.
There's the definite sound of feet hustling it back down the hallway.
I blush; cover my eyes with one hand. He keeps glaring at the door for a moment, then shifts his attention back to me.
"Maggie was probably trying to bring you more pain meds."
He doesn't pull away from me, lips quirk into an almost grin for a second when I pull my hand away and look at him again.
"We should get up,"
He leans back, slides over me one leg at a time carefully to stand next to the bed. "Do you want me to bring you the medicine?"
He's trying to save me from going out there to see Glenn and Maggie, being embarrassed.
But I'm not embarrassed to be kissing him. I shake my head; slide off the bed slowly when he pulls away to stand, keep my hand on his proffered arm for a moment making sure my balance is good after the drugs.
"Nah, then I might miss a chance to grab your ass in front of Glenn and watch him spit cheerio's all over the kitchen." I'm only half joking, fully expecting him to get flustered and bolt; he surprises me again.
"Shit. Don't do that I aint given him no damn Heimlich thing." He follows me towards the door, no blush in sight.
"If he chokes we'll let Maggie do it."
"If she's not too busy spiting her cereal out too."
I'm halfway to the door before I process what he's just said. I'm starting to wonder if I'm the only one on drugs: Daryl teasing?
I might be hallucinating…
One way to find out.
"That sounds like a challenge." I pause at the door braid flipping over my shoulder as I twist to stare back at him, grin widening.
He stares down at me, eyes drop to my lips for a second before he curses softly, shakes his head. "Don't freak them out too much."
"No sex on the kitchen countertop then?"
His eyes go wide, a huff of laughter barks out of him before he turns his head blushing the way I originally expected him to. But his reply has me blushing right back. "Get out there before I change my mind 'n drag your smartass back to bed."
Holy Shit. I have never heard him use that voice before, all soft and sexy and Dear God I don't think I want food anymore…
"Seraphim,"
"Wha?"
His eyebrows raise just the slightest bit, lips twisting at the corners.
"Food. Now."
Right. I can't remember the last time I ate actually…I think it was the night Lizzie died. We all ate together in the kitchen before their 'council meeting minus a few members'.
Okay, food is probably a good idea. I pull the door open and step out into the hallway, Daryl right on my heels.
Maggie and Glenn are sitting at the kitchen table, Carol is standing over the sink; Mika's door is open when we pass it; she's looks sound asleep on the bed when I glance inside.
Daryl grabs my good shoulder; steers me past it's opening towards the kitchen keeping me on track. His gruff "Later," keeps me from arguing with him.
"You're up, how are you feeling?" Carol grabs two plates when she sees us.
Glenn and Maggie look up, I can practically feel Glenn's grin from across the room.
Guy probably sucks at Poker.
"Not as bad as I could be." I offer. "I'd like to check Mika, see if we can move her back home."
Carol is putting bowls on the table, bringing over a box of cereal and putting it on the table. Not Cheerios, something chocolaty; I approve. I grab the box, open it and pour some into my bowl with one hand, we have to eat it dry but its chocolate so who gives a shit?
My stomach protests slightly at the odd choice for a first meal after days with nothing.
"Go easy on that, you'll make yourself sick." Carol sets a glass of water in front of me, I pick it up and drink it down greedily. "Where did you go to school?" She sits down next to Maggie, hands folded on the table.
"South Carolina for pre-med and midwifery, then Portland for my ND."
"ND?" Maggie is looking at me.
"Yeah it's a doctor of Naturopathic Medicine. I spent four years learning homeopathic remedies and drugs; that's how I know what plants to use half the time."
"You learned to be a midwife? Could you teach me?" Maggie is staring at me.
"Yeah, do you know someone that's pregnant?" I stare at her over my bowl, wondering if it might be her…
"No, but we lost Lori; Rick's wife…I had to do a C-section on her…"
Daryl didn't mention that part…I cringe. That's a terrible way to die. No wonder he was freaked out at the thought of me getting pregnant.
"I'd be happy to teach you, Maggie."
Daryl's on his second bowl…I can't picture him eating chocolate cereal…but there he is…I wonder if he's just that hungry or if he actually likes it.
"What?"
I must be staring at him. "Nothing,"
"Can't be nuthin' with you grinning like that."
"You eating Count Chocula kinda explodes my brain."
He stares down at his bowl, pokes at the dry cereal with his spoon. "Didn't get to eat this shit as a kid,"
Yeah I'd imagine not.
I push my bowl away feeling a little sick. Maybe I should stick to water. I take another slow sip from the glass in front of me. Frowning as my stomach churns.
"Okay?" Daryl's watching me.
"Yeah, think I'm going to go check on Mika." I get up and he's right behind me, abandoning his bowl half-finished on the table. I stand still for a moment, feel like I'm going to be sick…
I should know better than to try to eat chocolate cereal on an empty stomach after so many pain killers.
"Fin; Last time you turned that color you passed out."
"He's right you need to go lie back down." Carol is staring at me over the table top, eyes concerned. She looks ready to jump up and grab me too but Daryl is right behind me, one hand slipping around my waist.
I shake my head slowly, stomach starting to calm down. "I'm okay, just a lot of sugar on an empty stomach."
"That's Glenn's fault," Maggie's soft southern inflections soften a bit on her husband's name, she's shaking her head at him. "Don't know if he was happier see'n me or sugared cereal again."
"Definitely you. Cereal is a close second."
"You should lie down." He's right behind me still.
"No, Mika first, I have to know if we can move her," …and how soon.
I can tell he isn't happy with the long pause he takes before answering me. "Okay,"
We move towards the hallway, Mika is still fast asleep. Carol joins us in her room, Maggie and Glenn stay in the front room; It's not that big of a space anyway.
"Everything looks really good." No fever good pulse and refill time, skin isn't even red around the wounds… "You missed your calling, you should have been an ND."
Carol flushes under my compliment. "Never got to go to school, got married right outta high school and that was the end of that."
"You should learn too, just as important as being able to defend yourself; being able to fix things when shit happens." And it happens a lot in this world.
"It's probably okay to move her; she seems stable and wound is already healing, We could probably use the sleeping bag like a litter; carry her out to the car, if we lay her across the backseat we can keep her stomach as still as possible." Carol is nodding with my suggestion.
"I'd feel safer back with everyone else, if a herd moves here we'd be in trouble quick; and we can't move her fast in an emergency."
If a herd moved through I'd know it…though they've kept me so heavily drugged maybe not…
"You should get some rest."
"Not yet, I'd like to get cleaned up first."
Change clothes, brush my teeth; I feel disgusting.
"Come on then." Daryl helps me stand from my seated position next to Mika's bedside. Leaving Carol to sit with her after a quick nod of his head.
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