Disclaimer: Not mine! Too bad : P
Notes: It's an M chapter! Muhahahaha!
I tried to tell them no; look, fin is injured,
just stick to the plot guys we've got so
much to do still there's no time for this!
But I lost… : / yeah...
Chapter Forty-Seven
(Fin POV)
"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.
He takes me back down the hallway, across the living room ignoring Glenn and Maggie's curious glances to the master bedroom we originally slept in shutting the door behind us.
I note it doesn't look slept in now…unless someone is in the habit of making their bed every morning.
The toothpaste is on the counter still and the toothbrush I found previously in the drawer, Daryl waits for me to brush my teeth, rinse my mouth before taking the brush from the counter top and doing the same.
It's kinda domestic.
A flash of red catches my eye in the mirror. I glance down at my hand.
That reminds me…
"So who painted my fingernails while I was out of it?"
He's rinsing his mouth, pauses for a second at my question; not meeting my eyes in the mirror when he answers finally. "Molly."
That makes sense I guess; she did a surprisingly good job keeping it in the lines. I'll have to tell her thanks.
I'm picking at the knot over my elbow, trying to pry it loose so I can clean up, Daryl notes me frustration and growls. "Get over here."
He grabs my free hand, leads me over to the sink countertop. Hands coming around my waist, tightening carefully over my hips so he can lift me up to sit on its surface; cool on my skin even through my pants. His fingers start working the knot; open on the fabric sling holding my arm against my side.
My breath shouldn't catch, heartbeat shouldn't speed up just because the back of his knuckles brush the inside of my arm as he works the fabric loose…His eyes dart to mine for a second, darkening like he knows…maybe he does.
He slides the fabric from around my waist and sets it on the countertop while I move my elbow slowly away from my side, testing to see how much it pulls at my shoulder. He waits watching my face for signs of pain I guess. When I let my arm rest against my side again satisfied that I'm in significantly better shape than I was two weeks ago he nods his head.
I think he might leave me to finish cleaning myself up, but I should know better by now.
My breath catches again when he lifts his hands to grab the hem of my tank top lifting it up and over her head I raise my arms enough that he can slide the fabric off them, he stops when it's still over my upper arms, presses my elbows back to my side keeping the now stretched fabric of my tank top over my chest leaving my shoulders and my back exposed.
He slides his hands over and carefully around the skin of the wound just under my right clavicle. "Okay?"
I blush under his gaze, nod.
"Yeah other than the fact that I could seriously use a shower." I don't want to think about how long it's been since I got cleaned up, it's horrifying.
He steps away for a second, grabs the plastic bucket off the tub's edge; dips it into water still left in the tub and brings it back to set on the countertop. I watch him pick up a folded washcloth and dip it in the water, wringing it out in his hands.
"What are you doing?" My voice is quiet; not quite a whisper.
"Shower's not working anymore, not enough water left in the pipes I guess."
No electricity to draw more up the well either.
"I can do that." I flush. He doesn't answer slips the washcloth over my shoulder, carefully.
I jump a little.
"Sorry, that hurt?"
"Uh no…just cold." A shiver works its way down my spine as if for emphasis…though it has more to do with the way he's looking at me, and my state of undress then the cold cloth pressed to my skin.
And I guess he knows that too cause he's lean into me the next second. His lips sliding over mine fingertips griping my chin gently. His tongue slips into my mouth sliding over mine, palm of one hand smoothing down my spine slowly before carefully pulling me to the edge of the counter parting my legs with his knee so he can step between my thighs press the growing hardness under his belt against my center.
I sigh against his mouth bring my good hand up to grip his shoulder, my other hand very carefully placed against his chest, fingers grabbing his t-shirt.
He pulls back and I groan in a flash of frustration. "Don't you dare tell me we can't do this, not if you're going to kiss me like that…"
He shakes his head trying to pull away from my fingers fisted in his shirt front. "We can't, I don't want to hurt you."
I'm about to hurt him.
My whole body is practically on fire; tingles and sparks racing along my limbs with my pulse. Desire curls through every nerve in my body, wriggles its way down my spine to pool more wet aching heat, trembling in my womb when his fingers trace back up my back, ghost over my ribs and up under my shirt briefly sliding over my breasts. I can't catch my breath with him touching me…can still feel the imprint of his lips on mine.
I toss the shirt away, yank him back against me, wrapping my legs around his waist so he can't pull back; ignore the pain in my shoulder. "Daryl if you don't fuck me right now, I'm going to go out of my mind."
He curses, hands framing my face; breath ragged against my ear. "Say that again."
"What that I want you to fuck me?"
His whole body virtually shudders in reaction; lips crashing into mine. His hands keep me captive, controlling the angle of his lips over mine, letting him slant over me, angle into my mouth making me moan into his kiss. My pelvis grinds against his, slipping almost off the edge of the counter with a sharp inhale of surprise when he bites my lip.
His hands move to my waist, steady me even as his mouth moves more aggressively over mine, fingers deftly removing the buttons at my waist, tugging them open so his hand can slip inside between us, palm cupping me, through thin wet lace. Groaning his approval against my mouth finding me already wet are ready for him, rocking against his hand desperate for more.
His mouth stifling my own gasp, swallowing up my moan of his name and the curse that slips out when his fingers press into me, sliding under the lace edge and curling against my core, finding the perfect angle to send lightning bolts racing up my spine.
He tears his mouth from mine breathing harsh and fast against my lips. The palm of one hand framing my face thumb brushing over my skin in slow gentle circles even as his other fingers pump roughly inside me making me shudder and moan.
"This is such a bad idea." But he doesn't stop; groans a split second later at the way his name tumbles from me on a soft breathless moan.
His hands tighten, fingers pumping faster through my heat making me buck towards his invasion, cursing and trembling against his palm, tightening around his fingers.
"Fuck me please…" I cry out in protest when his fingers jerk away from me, but then my feet are on the tile floor, and my pants jerked down my hips so roughly I almost stumble.
The sudden movement pulling enough at my sense of balance that I'm glad my hands are still on his shirt; it helps me not crash to the ground between my weak knees and the total distraction of his fingers plunging into me again. I curse and buck against his hand while he's spreading more heat and wetness against my folds.
My head dips back, and I have to bit my lip to keep from crying out; we don't want the others to hear us...
I jerk my head up again, gasping against his chest when he closes the few inches between us. He lifts me up to sit on the freezing cold countertop again, hands moving over his own clothing, sliding his pants down his hips, not taking the time to fully remove them in our haste.
My palms press to the flat surface, scoot my hips carefully to the edge so that when he straightens I can wrap my thighs around his hips yanking him flush to my heat. I dip my hand between us to grip him; feel him jump and twitch under my palm. Tight heavy heat under my hand as I slide my palm over his length, feel him curse, hips pressing him further into my grip.
I lean into his chest, press my lips to his neck tongue flicking out to tease his ear while he shudders in my hand, jerks and curses when I slide him over my heat. The second I have him aligned with my center his hips leap forward driving him into me; not all the way just enough to steal my breath, halt all thought and have me clinging to his shoulders with both arms now, gasping against his shirt.
"Fuck, yes…." My womb clenches at his exclamation, my whole body shuddering when he thrusts again driving himself all the way into me with a harsh grunt of my name.
Jesus. Oh god…
He's perfectly still inside me, trying to catch his own breath; and yet I'm already so close to the edge I can practically taste it…feel the sparks building at the base of my spine. Thick waves of pleasure are curling through my stomach, zipping up my spine with each twitch of his cock between my walls. The happy nerve endings spinning and twirling around in my brain in a crazy spark inducing almost electric and primitive reaction to his touch makes it impossible to think any further then the feel of his hot thick velvet soft skin buried to the hilt in my sex slicked folds…stretching me so tight it's almost painful, filling me till I swear I can feel him against my back in this position.
If he was any bigger this position might hurt…instead just his thick weight filling me is enough to make me quivering deep in my core, womb clenching and seizing with flutters of pleasure around his presence.
I shudder against him, around him; bury my face against his neck and gasp his name in awe.
He's still not moving and God I'm so close already…can't stand it…might go insane if I don't feel him pounding deep inside me, spreading me with each thrust, filling me; claiming me as he cums hard hopefully screaming my name…
Except we need to be quiet with everyone in the other room.
I bite my lip on the tremor that races from his throbbing cock deep in my belly, bolting up my spine, bursting behind my eyes in bright color...
Fuck it I don't care.
"Daryl, Please," He groans against my neck. "Please fuck me…"
His hips leap forward, my ass shoved backwards across the countertop with the strength of his rough thrust. He hands drop to cup my ass yanking me to the edge again, flush against him. His hands pinning me against the counter.
His gaze locks with mine, holding me captive to the wash of emotion that flashes through them as he drives himself into me with harsh short strokes. My toes curl behind his back, legs shake with the pleasure that sweeps through my core with every thrust. It rockets through me with every slam of his hips against mine making me almost dizzy it's so overwhelming.
I realize I'm cursing, and praising him all in the same breath, begging him not to stop, while his eyes slip shut and his pace picks up.
There's a damn good chance I'll have trouble walking tomorrow and I couldn't give a shit because his cock swells inside me telling me he's close and I'm right there on the edge just waiting for one more little thing to push me…
His thumb dips to circle my clit, rubbing between us in tight circles until I explode from the contact.
My shoulders fall back against the mirror when my hands lose their grip on the counter's edge, my balance tumbling out of my control with the swirling fireworks exploding behind my eyes. I'm barely cognizant of the pain the shoots through my chest and back at the rough treatment I've just given my injuries; too focused on the white hot pleasure stealing my breath to care.
A small still functioning part of my brain tells me that that should have hurt like hell.
I don't feel anything but blissful release though; totally engrossed in the pleasure arching through my whole body spasming and twitching around his continuously thrusting cock.
I'm completely distracted watching the expression on his face as he follows me quickly over the edge, head tipping back trying to drag in more air as every muscle in his body seizes in reckless pleasure.
Glorious bolts of desire arc along my spine lighting my nerves on fire with each twisting jerk of his hips as he spills his release with a harsh cry finally leaning forward over me as he finishes. After a moment's pause he's dropping his head to my chest cursing, trembling and shaking.
His hands slide up my spine gathering my back up, pulling me back against him as he straightens; holding me captive against his chest while we try to catch our breath and slow our racing hearts together.
He's still occasionally cursing softly against my neck when I start to gather my wits enough to recognize words once more.
"Shouldn't have done that, fuck…I could have hurt you…Jesus why do you have to feel so good."
Desire jolts down my spine at his words makes me seize, flutter around him.
He inhales sharply when he feels it, which amuses me a little bit. I bite my lip flex my inner muscles and hear and feel him curse, jerking inside me in response.
"Fuck! Fin, you do'n that on purpose?" His accent is heavy and thick against my neck hands gripping my waist reflexively in shock.
I nod against his chest feel his breath against my ear as he curses again pulling a soft laugh out of me.
"Not that I don't like it but; stop that."
I do it once more just to feel him jump again; then jerk his head down to kiss away his next outburst before he can voice it.
And now I really need a shower.
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